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Three days later The soreness in Dailan’s body hadn’t fully faded. The bruises were yellowing, his arm still stiff in its sling, and the cuts on his forearm were healing in jagged patches of pink. But it was his silence that concerned me more. At home, he smiled when Forest reached for him. He nodded when my dad offered to adjust his pillows. But his laughter was quieter now. Less frequent. He hadn’t said a word about his mother since the night she threw us out. So when Dad
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I brought Dailan breakfast in bed. Nothing fancy—scrambled eggs, toast, and a mug of tea. But he grinned like I’d served him a five-star brunch. "Room service, huh?" he said, shifting slowly to sit up. His sling still made things awkward. "Only the best for our hero," I murmured, setting the tray across his lap. He gave me a sleepy, crooked smile. "Is it weird that this feels kinda nice? Not the pain part. Just… being here. Like this." "It’s not weird," I said. "It feels
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Die-lan 😉meaning "Valley" or "Meadow"
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Friday evening came like a sigh. For the first time in months, my routine felt… off. No Marvin waiting at a booth, no quiet laughs over shared plates, no soft rhythm of a friendship that had almost felt like a ritual. I hadn’t realized how much I looked forward to our Friday dinners until it wasn’t there anymore. The house was heavy with the same weeklong tension. Mom clanged pots in the kitchen with a little too much force; Dawn and Arthur hadn’t dropped by, which was a blessing and a
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I watched Dailan walk off down the street, shoulders square, giving me space without making a scene. He didn’t glance back, but I knew he would if I called his name. I didn’t. When I turned back, Marvin was still standing there, hands in his pockets, eyes lowered. “You really want to talk?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “I think we need to.” We crossed to the quieter side of the block, sitting on a bench just outside a closed bookstore. For a while, neither of us said anything. T
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Next early morning, my phone buzzed not long after I finished changing Forest’s diaper and settling him back into his crib for a late morning nap. I checked the screen. Woody. I swiped to answer. “Do you like that boy?” he asked, no hello, no easing in—just straight to the point like always. I didn’t even flinch. “I don’t know what definition you’re going by, but… yeah. I do like him. A lot. He’s a good kid with a bright future. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s m
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Forest’s soft cry stirred me from my thoughts. I looked over to see him stretching his tiny arms and blinking up at me from the couch where we’d laid him down for a nap. Dailan, who’d been quiet since our heart-to-heart, shifted beside me and gave Forest a gentle smile. “Perfect timing,” I murmured, standing up and reaching for my son. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” Forest gurgled in response, reaching out for me, and I felt a weight settle—one that wasn’t entirely heavy. I glanced back at D
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I knew something was up with Marvin. He’d been quieter than usual all through dinner. His smiles felt like placeholders—polite, not real. He stirred his drink more than he drank it, and whenever I looked at him, he looked away. But if he didn’t want to talk about it, I couldn’t press him. That’s never been our dynamic, and I didn’t want to break the trust we’d been building these past few months. Still, I couldn't help but wonder... was it about the Kelvin guy again? If it was, I
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Marvin The kitchen smelled like rosemary and something buttery when Arthur found me polishing the prep counter. I’d dropped by the restaurant earlier that day to say hi to a few coworkers, but when Arthur asked if I had a minute to chat in the back, I didn’t expect it to be more than a quick scheduling update. “You’re being rehired,” he said plainly, arms crossed. “We’ll phase you back in next week. Saturday lunch shift to start.” I blinked. “That’s great. Thanks. I’ve miss
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It had been a quiet day at the office. I’d just wrapped up my last call when a familiar voice floated in from the front desk—cheerful, teasing, unmistakable. “Is Mr. Arashi available for a walk-in appointment?” Dailan peeked into my office with a grin, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder. I blinked. “Are you... serious?” He stepped inside without waiting for an answer. “I mean, not if it gets you in trouble. But I kinda am. I want to talk about my future. You know—career
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Another week passed quietly. Work, home, bottles, burp cloths, repeat. On Friday night, I had dinner with Marvin again—just like old times. We met at the same casual diner we always did. Noah sat across from me in his booster seat, chattering to his fries while Marvin cut up his grilled cheese. Forest was asleep in his carrier beside me, a tiny hand poking out of the blanket. We talked. We laughed. Everything seemed… fine. But there was something I couldn’t quite name. A shift. Su
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"Where should I even start..." Dailan muttered as we were getting ready for bed. I didn’t say anything—just waited for him to speak on his own. “Okay, I guess I’ll start with my mom,” he continued. “Might as well. That way you won’t keep worrying or asking what’s wrong.” “Oh—sorry about that,” I said. “Didn’t mean to pressure you or anything.” “No, no. That’s not what I meant, Creek. I just... think it’s more important than it sounds, that’s all. I know you’re just trying to under
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Marvin The first time I saw him, I just thought he was a good-looking guy—nothing more. But as we started talking, getting to know each other more and more, I found myself liking him without even realizing it. I started thinking about him more, talking about him more often… so much so that Emma noticed it before I even did. “You know you bring up Creek literally every time we talk, right? Like, at least once a day.” I blinked. “Seriously? It’s not that much.” “Oh pleas
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Wow! I know that the hospitals in the US are different but I didn't think it'd trigger the amazement by this much. I wanted to make the story realistic but I also needed the hospital room to be "fancy" enough for my plot. From where I am, having a couch, a fridge, a shower and everything is just very common. Well, I am happy to see you guys' input and I hope you can overlook some details and enjoy their intimacy progress as the story goes. By the way, Creek is just a pretty shy person. And now he's confused in his sexuality. Please forgive him that he's not yet ready to get naked with another guy haha.
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I was starting to spiral. Ever since that kiss with Marvin the other night, it felt like I’d completely lost whatever hesitation I used to have about being physically close to another guy. No, that’s not quite right—it was just with Dailan and Marvin, really. But the truth is, I’ve never even gotten as physically close to Marvin as I have with Dailan. All this time, I’d always thought I loved Dailan like a younger brother—sometimes even like a son. That’s why I kissed his cheek now and then
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“Creek!” I turned toward the sound and saw two young guys walking over. “Oh hey, Max, Art.” “Hey, man.” They greeted me with polite nods. “How’ve you two been?” I asked. “All good. Haven’t seen you in forever. How about you?” Max replied. “I’m doing fine,” I said, though it felt like a lie. “Were you here to see Dailan? Or is this about the condo?” Art asked. “Oh—no. I was actually here to see… a friend. Not Dailan, and nothing condo-related,” I answered,
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"Well then... see you next time," I said as I stood at the doorway of Dailan’s room. "Thanks again for today—for staying with me." "Hey, I should be the one thanking you. You came all the way to the market just to keep me company." "Then let’s just say we both got something out of it." He chuckled softly. "You sure you don’t want me to walk you out?" "Yeah, I’d rather walk alone. Sorry." He shook his head. "Don’t apologize, man. Just take your time sorting
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He looked startled. “Hmm? Go where? You mean… you want to come out with me?” “Yes,” I nodded. “To the bar…” He paused, then lowered his voice to a near-whisper. “A gay bar?” I shrugged. “Anywhere’s fine, really. Whether it’s somewhere you’ve been before or whatever kind of bar it is—I can go. I mean, it’s probably not that different, right? Just different crowds. Might be good for me to see something new. Even Emma goes sometimes, right? And more importantly, if anyone tried anyth
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“Creek, do you have anything planned this Wednesday? Anything special going on?” my dad asked while we were having dinner together. “Not really,” I replied. “Why?” He squinted at me with a playful smirk. “You seriously don’t know what Wednesday is?” “Wednesday… Wednesday…” I tried to think. “Wait, you mean it’s Wednesday already? I thought it was Thursday! Is today the fifth already? I was sure today was just the fourth!” “It’s the fifth, mister,” my mom chimed in. “Which mea
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It's great to have someone like you looking into such details! First of all, Marvin bought 2 adjacent units, originally one bedroom each. It's indicated in the story that the combined space is pretty spacious but yeah he has only 2 bedrooms, probably didn't think he would become a dad one day Also even though he has a car, he rarely uses his unless he travels with Noah and/or Emma. Creek is the one who travels by car the most, and Dailan doesn't own one. I hope this clear things up a bit.
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Marvin and I talked again that Sunday afternoon. He told me what had happened the night before—how he ran into Kelvin and his new boyfriend—with a tone that made it clear he was still shaken. I could tell it had hurt him, and honestly, from what he described, it sounded like Kelvin had crossed a line. “They kissed in front of you? Seriously?” I asked, stunned. “I don’t know who started it,” he said with a sigh. “But I’m pretty sure it was intentional. Like they wanted me to see it.”
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On Monday, I ran into a massive headache at work. It was such a mess that I didn’t even have time to go down for lunch. I was irritated and stressed out but couldn’t show it to anyone. And on top of that, I had to stay late to finish everything. By evening, I called my mom to say I’d be home late and not to wait up for dinner. I kept working until after 8 p.m. It wasn’t just physical exhaustion—it was the kind of mental fatigue that made me want to just collapse right there at my desk. But
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The first day of the parenting workshop at the hospital made me more anxious than I expected. I was instantly grateful to Kate for coming with me—having her there made everything feel a little less overwhelming. Besides the two of us, there were eleven other parent pairs, most with their babies in tow. Some of them immediately started chatting and, honestly, competing over how adorable their kids were. I’ve never liked that kind of environment. The conversations were less about connecting a
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Late one night, Quinn sat alone in the control room, eyes flickering between streams of data. A strange pulse pinged across the screen—a signal that didn’t match anything from Echo, VIREX, or even the known electromagnetic spectrum. He stared. Heart rate spiked. Whatever it was, it wasn’t just noise. It was something… extraordinary. He hit the alert. Moments later, Ash stepped into the room, Rhys right behind him. Ash raised an eyebrow. “What’ve you found?” Quinn di
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The summit hall was left in stunned silence as the Reverent Six walked out, shoulder to shoulder, leaving behind a crowd of stunned leaders, half-finished thoughts, and a thousand unspoken reckonings. Outside, the sun blazed through the morning haze over Geneva, casting long shadows over the streets—shadows that no longer belonged to fear. In the days that followed, the world reeled. Footage of the final battle went viral, but not in the sensationalized, government-edited format. This was
