One of the most known multirole fighters of the world is here, yes, it’s the McDonnell Douglas F/A-18E/F Super Hornet.
This beast of an aircraft is a twin engine, multirole, carrier-based fighter with one seat for the E variant and a tandem-seat for the F variant. The Super Hornet was developed from the F/A-18 Hornet, it is bigger and more advanced, one of it’s features is the capacity to carry 5 external fuel tanks and be configured to act as an airborne tanker with the addition of an external aerial refueling system.
It also has an internal 20mm M61 rotary cannon and can carry air-to-air, air-to-ground and anti-ship missiles as well as bombs, the newest weapons in the US Navy can be installed on the Super Hornet including the AIM-9X Sidewinder, AIM-120D AMRAAM, AGM-154 Joint Standoff Weapon (JSOW), AGM-158 Joint Air-to-Surface Standoff Missile (JASSM), AGM-84 Harpoon, Long Range Anti-Ship Missile (LRASM), JDAM and others.
The Super Hornet entered service in 1999 with the United States Navy (USN) to replace the F-14 Tomcats which was fully retired in 2006, it currently serves alongside the F/A-18C Hornet. The Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) also operates F/A-18A Hornets but in 2007 the Super Hornet was ordered to replace the older F-111C the RAAF Super Hornets entered service in December 2010.
It’s capacity and technological advancements makes the Super Hornets be one of the most efficient and effective carrier-based multirole aircraft in the world.
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It was late Friday night when you got the phone call. Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA. You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.
It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang. Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.
“Hi Laura,” you answered.
“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.
“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.
“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.
“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.
“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.
“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.
“Ashley, what the hell’s going on? You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.
“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.
“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door. You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.
“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please. But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”
“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.
Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.
“Can I help you?” She asks.
You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”
“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.
“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.
“Right, okay. He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen. The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now. If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.
You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.
“We need IV fluids stat—“
“I need to get this leg stabilized—“
“Not until we take care of that laceration!”
It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors. There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt. Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on. They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand. And then there’s Josh. You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough. He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping. Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.
You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.
They keep pushing him along in the stretcher. Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again. You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark. Josh needed you.
“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back. You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use. You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.
“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.
“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room. You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.
It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you. He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.
“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.
“You’re Y/N?” he asks. You nod back quickly. “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head. It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now. That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids. After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.
You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said. It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you. You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.
“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”
“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again. “But not since they took him back.”
“What did the doctor say?” she asked.
“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”
“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours. I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”
“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”
“Good. Just stay there. Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.
“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”
“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.
You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone. You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio. You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.
It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you. In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could. You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.
Tyler and Jenna arrive first. They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.
“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you. They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug. You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.
“We got here first. There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats. We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail. What the hell happened?” Tyler says.
“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”
“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”
You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.
“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”
Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about. Music. The band. You. He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”
You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.
Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.
“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.
“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.
“Okay,” you nodded.
“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”
You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.
You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”
He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”
“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.
“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”
Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”
“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.
“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.
You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley. You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.
“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”
“He’s stable,” you said.
“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”
You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors. You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight. The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.
“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.
Just then, the doctor reemerges. “Ah, family I presume?”
“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm. “How is he?”
“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”
Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”
“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.
“Go ahead, son,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”
You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.
You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.
Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.
You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna. They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”
You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y
When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.
You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder. “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”
You immediately shake your head. “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”
Laura nods before sighing. “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave. “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.
Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed. “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.
When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.
“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.
“You need to go,” The nurse says.
You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream. “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.
You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.
“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”
“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”
All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone. You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together. But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.
It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.
“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.
You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”
“He’s stable again,” she says.
“Can I see him?”
“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.
“I need to see him!” you argue. “I need to call Laura—“
“What and wake her up too? You all need rest.”
You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.
The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.
The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert. “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”
They all nodded and thanked the doctor.
The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.
Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.
One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.
“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”
All three of them nodded.
“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”
Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.
You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.
By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.
“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”
You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.
“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”
You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”
Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.
She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”
“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”
Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.
“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.
“Yeah,” you smiled.
“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.
You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”
“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”
Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”
You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.
“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.
Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.
You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh. You took his hand in yours again, “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes. Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”
Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.
“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.
“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore. Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”
Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”
Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.
“I’ll be here too, promise.”
The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.
Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.
“Hi,” you smiled.
Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.
“Water?” you asked.
“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.
Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.
You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”
“How?” Josh asked.
You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”
“I’m so tired,” he sighed.
You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”
“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.
It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.
Everyone visited constantly throughout the day. Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now. When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.
“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.
“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked. No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.
“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”
“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”
“What happened to the other driver?”
You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”
Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.
“I almost died too?”
“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining. They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing. I thought I was going to lose you. It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.
Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.
“It was that bad?”
“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” you said.
“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.
“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.
“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what? Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon, Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.
You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”
Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”
pairings/characters: pjm x reader x jjk
genre: drama, angst, occasional smut
trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol, language
“best friends can break your heart too. Especially when they were never true to begin with.”
“Hey.” His voice was soft against the loud screams of the people around us. The entire airport was crowded, with people rushing to catch their flights.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, or at least try not to.
But when his arms wrap around your smaller frame, you couldn’t help but let the one drop of tear escape your eyes, slowly trickling down your skin. He brings you close enough for you to be able to pick up on every little whisper and every breath over the ear piercing roars coming from the crowded people running around with haste, to catch their flight; the both of you standing in the middle of chaos.
“Don’t worry… I promise- I’ll call whenever I am free. -Ok?“
After high school you had decided to stay in Seoul, studying to become a fashion designer at a prestigious university, while Jungkook was on his way to his first tour after his debut. Which is why you found yourself at the airport today, heart breaking to pieces as you see your best friend, childhood friend and only love leave for a whole year.
“Yeah yeah.” You answer him, sniffling to keep your tears at bay. Letting your body press closer to his, you mumble the rest into his shirt, trying your best to stay composed. “I know you will, I just… ”
Its as if the words get stuck in your throat, the syllables that you have been dying to confess to him since the start of high school. You. Loved. Him. More than a friend, more than any person in the world. You didn’t know what it was, but the only way to describe it was love. You longed to see him everyday, wanting his arms to hold you down as the both of you fell asleep on the couch. Maybe at the start you thought of it as an immature crush, but the way the thought of him clouded your mind every second of the day the past few months could only prove against it. But…
“Just.. I’ll miss you- a lot.”
There’s no way you could just flat out confess, the possibility of it ruining your friendship couldn’t have been worse. It’s never like how stories put it out to be. Your friend never just has crush on you. He went out with a million girls, dated a few, and had countless one night stands, if you could in anyway validate these as him masking his feelings for you then you’d only be living in a dream. He was shameless to put it, he always knew how you felt but he could never figure out how you felt about him; always coming up to you to simply comment about another girl. How did he have the time to do all of this, you had no idea but he did. He did and he hid it well, only to confide to you each time.
The only hope that you held on to, was how over-protective he was of you.
In the past 5 years, you’ve only dated two guys simply because Jungkook didn’t approve of them. He’d be the one to remind you that your skirt was too short, that drinking would only cause irresponsible decisions, that clubs were off limits (unless your boyfriend somehow convinced Jungkook), he’d be the one to warn you every time. Heck even your own dad wasn’t this concerned about you.
He’d fuck around wherever he wanted, but he always had his eyes out for you.
“I’ll miss you too, but it’s just a few months. A few months and-”
‘Flight EK 323: Calling for passengers one last time.’
“Did you really have to take the long way around?”
“We have a lot of stops you know?” He smiled against your cheeks, your fingers wiping the last remains of your tears when you felt his soft lips on you, “I’ll be back in no time trust me.” He pulls away from you with a wide smile, fingers grabbing onto his carry-on instead as he rushes to the gates, screaming a rushed goodbye.
He’ll be back soon, maybe then…
‘Dispatch: Idol Jeon Jungkook caught in a scandal’
Maybe your eyes were just playing tricked s on you. Straightening your body against the cushioned headboard of your bed you grab your glasses just for good measure. Having just woken up as the first rays of the sun entered your bedroom, you got your phone from under your pillow to check on Instagram.
After being apart for a few months, his calls became infrequent as his texts did too. Everytime you’d call him it’d just be met with silence. But you just presumed that he was head deep busy with practice and producing. But this scandal was not what you expected.
He was always cautious, never getting caught by any news source whether it be his late night flings or the moments he spent with you. He was sneaky enough to get past them no matter how exhausted he was, but this time he got caught. That too with a rather sexy model if you had to say, her long legs shimmering under the street lamp as her dress that was so lewdly cut at the right places flaunted every curve of her body which just so happened to be glued to Jungkook’s.
Fixing the glasses atop your nose, you look through each article that had been published in the couple of hours that Dispatch had caught him, completely disregarding the ticking clock behind you since the moment you woke up; the sense of time hits you the second your friend Kyuhyung texts.
Kyuhung [11:38]: Are you going to be here for class today? Or are you too busy dreaming about lover boy?
You [11:39]: He just got into a scandal.
Kyuhung [11:39]: What the fuck?
Kyuhung [11:39]: Your best friend, Jeon Jungkook? The one person who seemingly cares the most about you. The one guy who has been avoiding cameras for years now?
You [11:40]: I guess…
You stared at the blank screen, taking in the words that he just typed. He was right, how could Jungkook have blocked you so suddenly? Kyuhung was a good friend of the both of you, having asked you out the last year of high school you rejected him solely on the request of Jungkook. But he stuck around as a friend, becoming closer to you as the both of you had the same major.
Kyuhung [11:43]: But you’re kidding me right? He’s supposed to be back in seoul by tomorrow.
You [11:43]: I wish I was kidding…
Kyuhung [11:46]: Try to take your mind off this, go out and have fun instead.
Kyuhung [11:46]: Don’t let his scandal affect you.
Maybe if only you could hear his voice. Maybe if you could hear his voice, weeping at the other end, that this was a mistake; that all of these flings of his were just mistakes and he truly only cared about you. If only you could hear him say that would your mind be at ease.Opening the door to your bedroom, your feet creak on the wooden floor. The breeze that enters from the open window past the peach blinds that shielded your room and the outside world tingles every inch of your exposed skin, reminding you that you were awake. Reminding you that Jungkook was stuck in a mess and all you could do was worry.
Why were you back here again? To mope around? To stress over something that wasn’t yours? But who could you blame? It’s not like you had taken up the opportunity and told him how you feel about him. You could’ve, but you decided to let it be. Maybe if you told him he’d stop doing all of this. Your fingers had made their way to toy around with the hem of your shirt, getting lost in your own thoughts as you try to think of exactly what he’s going through.
How all of this would affect his career, his life.
Your phone buzzed in beside you, a loud ring signifying someone’s call. You practically jump on the seat, trying to pick your phone up with your trembling hands as you swipe the screen to pick up the call. You grab the phone holding it up to your ear, in a desperate attempt to maybe hear his voice. For a second your heart stopped, as you held your breath hearing closely for even a single decibel of sound. But to no avail, it turned out to be a telemarketer.
Always calling at the worst time. With a loud thud you drop your phone, today’s definitely not a good day. You missed your early classes, and were simply put drowning in questions that had no answers to them.
Time seemed to blend in, the very concept only becoming a theory to you as you switched the TV on, letting its loud noises
Why were you so worried about him?
Easier said than done. Even if you knew that Jungkook messed around like this all the fucking time, you knew even better just how much this scandal would break him.
Even if he did mess around, he was weak deep inside and you knew it better than anyone. You remember those nights you spent cuddled up in blankets as he talked about how hard practice was. You remember those nights when he’d tell you that he was sane because you were with him, you were with him to thick and thin and you out of everyone knows how it gets. You see every time he’s nervous, softly playing with the tips of his hair or even simply biting on his lips. You remember those nights where you’d stay up late, just to help him finish that one English assignment that he was too lazy to do.
You remember it all because you’ve been with him since you could remember.
But of course the depth of your thoughts could never fight the time and soon enough you spent the entire day in absolute silence, just the annoying TV and your thoughts.
Hunger and anything that seemed normal for a human was unnecessary for you today, cause all you were doing is crying about something you had no control over.
The sun was setting, a lovely burnt sienna spread across the sky.Your breaths has significantly deepened, as you felt every single bout of air that had entered your body, giving you a dose of relief. But it still wasn’t right. Memories of the both of you, sitting in this very spot. Countless polaroids from your late night adventures. Mugs of hot chocolate, cuddled up next to each other. Even stepping out couldn’t help you.
These thoughts brought back memories more painful, than letting him go. Your fingers instinctively reach to wipe away the drop of tear had streamed down your cheeks, The already reddened skin, now drenched with the salty trails of sorrow. Why must your heart suffer when he didn’t even feel a drop of guilt? Getting up from the spot, your tread your feet to your closet.
The shock that had eventually dispersed to sadness now burned with rage. You’re mind starting trying to sort through years of just listeinging to his whims and half assed excuses. Of course it was illogical, if he’s allowed to do what he wants, then so are you.
What’s the point of sitting here and mourning about someone or rather something that had nothing to do with your life? Fuck- did you just spend the last 20 or so years of your life crying over a person who makes his own mistakes, who plays by his own rules, who thinks he’s better than everyone. Just worrying about him and if he passed the SAT instead of going out with that one cute boy who asked you out. Or how you stayed up every night just listening to him talk about nonsense and comment about your appearance, your personality your everything when you could’ve been asleep and well rested.
Simply put it was a waste of time, but there’s no point in being his doll anymore. He made one bad decision, it’s time you make yours.
You lift yourself off the couch, the one place that had seemingly become an abode for your weeping body every time something didn’t go your way. Letting the tv let its noise serenade the house to avoid silence that’d probably would’ve eaten you alive. You make your way to the bedroom, walking past the strewn clothes all over its carpeted floor.
If anyone saw the state your room was in, no one would expect you to be one of the responsible students at uni. With your ivory bed sheets messed atop the bed in the center of the room and papers scattered around everywhere with what you’re assuming is rejected drafts of your designs.
Your closet, nonetheless was in the same condition. Jumbled up with a piece of bra lying on the floor and shirts just shoved inside. You so need to get your life together. Maybe this was a start, just a little rebellious.
You loved the attention that the other men gave you, the rows of guys who’d come up to you just to ask you out. Their hungry stares at your body as you willed to choose who would go home with that night. That very thought didn’t seem to sit with Jungkook for reasons quite inexplicable. You had voiced your opinions a million times, asking him to stop messing around especially after debut and for for the most part he would just nod and maybe forget. But if you ever asked him why he asked you to avoid clubs all he’d say was ‘you wouldn’t get it’
You looked through the various rows of dresses lined up on wooden hangers which surprisingly weren’t as disorganized as you would’ve thought they would be. But the most disappointing part was probably the dresses that were lined up, from pastels to cute skirts you had it all; but in this mess of what looked like a rainbow your eyes scanned for something a bit more ‘oomph’
Something that’d have more of an effect, something that’d leave them breathless something like- that. Your eyes don’t fool you when your fingers touch the lacy black dress that felt -oh so- soft under your touch. If this wouldn’t get the guys swooning, nothing could. It was cut in just the right places allowing the fabric to wrap over skin making each and every pronounce itself.
Making sure to look like perfect eye candy, making the boys imagine the deepest of their fantasies, you finished getting ready. Within an hour you were about to walk out your apartment, your heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring. As you closed the door behind you, fitting your phone and credit card info the lousy excuse of a purse.
You step out into the dimly lit hallway, opting to wait for the elevator than take the stairs considering how high your heels were today. But the elevator sure took its sweet time to reach up to your floor. Your reflection on the metal doors was good enough for you to check up on yourself one last time, fixing the nude lipstick you had chosen using the pad of your fingers just when the doors dinged open and the sight in front of you had your eyes devouring it in greed.
There stood in front of your eyes, a man with lustrous silver hair. Definitely a well built body, considering you could see his muscles bulge from underneath his tight black dress shirt, all of this paired perfectly with a smile that had your heart fluttering. To him you probably seemed weird, taking your time to admire his beautiful feature before stepping in.
“Going down?” You asked, almost in a whisper but the glowing “G” sign on the panel gave you your answer right away.
If only it had stopped there.
“Hopefully on you.” His voice was just loud enough for you to hear, and honestly you couldn’t stop the chuckle that left your lips. Was he actually serious?
“Aren’t those a little dirty to say to a random stranger?” You don’t bother turning around to face him, trying to hold in your laughter instead.
“Seeing as you’re dressed I wouldn’t act so innocent, I mean.. you had to hear it from someone at some point cause darling you look gorgeous.” That very sentence made you giggle, probably the first glimmer of a smile that’s been there in the last month or so.
Even before you could answer him back, you feel his arms lightly touch your waist, pushing his body on to you as he leaned down to your ears. “How about I take you out dancing tonight?” You bite down on your lip as you feel his body heat warming you through the thin fabric of your dress, if it was anyone else you would’ve probably hit them in their face and walked away, but this time you couldn’t help but play along. Your previous thoughts and worries diminished into nothing.
“Isn’t that a lot to ask mr. Innocent face?” You throw back at him, trying to test his patience with the both .The doors open, as you’re about to step out, when his hands pull you back inside by the wrist.
“Do you think I didn’t noticed how you stared at my muscles the second you got on?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, making you shudder with this unknown feeling. “Come on baby girl, it’s all on me.”
And with those words you found yourself in a car with a stranger who, even with his teasing tendencies didn’t seem all to bad. His name was Park Jimin, sounding very familiar to one who had heard before, but obviously your mind couldn’t possible make out who. Just thinking about how many ‘jimins’ walk around Seoul everyday has you distracted enough to pay attention to his little small talk but still detached from your thoughts of Jungkook.
You learnt a lot about him. He’s a singer, although you couldn’t pin down where you’ve heard his songs, but it definitely sounded familiar. He wasn’t self centered, if anything he made sure to constantly ask you about yourself. You found out that he was only a few years older than you, and had decided to take a break from his band for a few weeks.
You couldn’t help but wonder that maybe if Jungkook had gotten breaks like this, he would’ve been here with you. But as he mentioned countless times to you every time he texted. He was never free. He could never make time for you.
Only then did you realize your mind was drifting off again, you needed something to distract you from this, and only alcohol seemed to be the answer. Afree a few more jokes being passed around, the taxi parked outside the club, that had rows of people lining the street just to get in.
It’d be more than just difficult for you to get in, or so you thought. As you walk beside Jimin, trying your best from keeping from falling over the bouncer at the door just takes one look and swings opens the door for the both of you. It definitely delayed you by a few seconds which you could’ve saved dashing down the door, it still proved to be useful considering you didn’t have to wait in a line
Just as you stepped inside the black room streaked in different neon lights, you rushed towards the bar without giving a second glance towards Jimin. In record speed you had ordered three rounds of shots and were only getting riled up by the music as the base of the songs thumped louder around you.
By the time Jimin approached you, you were two shots in deep and your mind began to get fuzzy, never ring able to handle your alcohol well. Two shots were probably enough to get UOU mildly uncoordinated. “Couldn’t wait a few minutes darling?” He asks taking a seat beside you and signaling towards the bartender himself.
“I just needed a few drinks to get stuff off my mind”
“Understandable.” His replies were short, but the way he didn’t let his eyes leave you was sign enough that he was genuinely worried. Or maybe you were too drunk? “Why don’t we both get drunk and forget about all our worries for now?”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
How did you manage to spend a whole night with a stranger you met in an elevator? God knows! But hell did you enjoy yourself. You enjoyed listening to his wild stories, or even just how he almost burnt his house down. You enjoyed looking at the way his nose crinkled every time he smiled probably from one of your horrible puns. You enjoyed the feeling of his breath just tickling your skin as the both you let the music drown you in your own space, the mess of bodies melting to nothing around you.
You giggle into his chest from what you could’ve sworn is the worst joke of the century, the low rumble of his chuckles as he laughs along with you sending shivers down your spine. You look up to his face, tracing his plump lips with your eyes. You were about to lean in, maybe under the influence of alcohol or maybe to release some stress. But you couldn’t deny yourself of this beautiful hunk of a man. Your lips brushed against each other momentarily, breaths hitting each other’s faces, before a strong hand pulled him away from you. Your face shifted to that signifying great annoyance, looking up to find Jimin and a familiar face.
Your eyes squinted for a second, as you blinked a couple of times to get a better view.
Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.
A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye
“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”
“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”
“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”
“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”
Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.
“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”
“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”
“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”
Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.
“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.
I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.
“Yeah, I think I do…”
“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”
“Well, what did she say?”
“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”
“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.
“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.
“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.
“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”
“Doing it right now!”
I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.
“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”
Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.
“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”
“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”
“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”
“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”
“Yes… is that okay?”
“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”
Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.
“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”
“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”
Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.
“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.
“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”
“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”
I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.
“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”
I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.
Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.
“Where are we going!?”
After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.
When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.
“Tom, what is this place?”
“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”
Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.
“And this is where I blindfold you.”
I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.
“You can take it off, now.”
I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.
Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.
“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.
As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.
Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.
As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.
“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”
I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.
“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.
I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.
“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.
“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”
“The City of Stars.”
Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.
I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience. If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon. And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds. Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?
Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former. I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there. But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.