#ANYWAY we're probably not gonna sleep tonight :)

[frogbi]

Thank god we're on our way back cuz i'm p sure i have covid :/

[southislandwren]

okay gang dont forget theres a lunar eclipse tonight starting at 4am central time. full eclipse is at 5am central time!

[bisexualhomelander]

F O R C E D F E M I N I S A T I O N | B U T C H L A N D E R

Billy runs his mouth.

Part of Billy should have known the joke would come back to bite him in the arse sooner than later. He shouldn't have invited the supe in at all, but definitely not with the offer of watching him have a wank. Homelander felt he had a foot in the door now, and if Billy had put that kind of depravity past him, he's probably dumber than he thought he was.

The sonic boom woke him up, and as much as he simply wanted to close the blinds on Homelander, curiosity did get the better of him eventually, and he opened the balcony door.

Before he had even asked to what he owed the pleasure of the late-night company, the supe had already pressed a few banknotes into his hand, and Billy instinctively tightened his fingers around them despite his bewilderment. "You said ten dollars to watch you jack off. What do I get for a hundred?"

Billy huffed in amusement, even if there was a bit of sound behind the huff. Shock that he couldn't quite conceal. Was he being propositioned?

Homelander had a smirk on his lips. "I'm serious. William. I can feel your blood pressure, you know? That includes knowing where your blood is, right now. Had I stayed last time, who knows how we'd have ended up."

Billy swallowed all the other choice words he had for the man and stared down at the money in his grip. "If you think you can buy me, cunt, think again."

"If it hurts your pride, fine." The supe plucked the dollars back out of Billy's fingers and threw them into the air. Billy watched them sail over the balcony and out of sight. That would make some lucky bastard's night. Not his problem. He didn't have to pay that out of his pocket.

Alright, supe wanted to play. He could have that, surely. Billy could almost feel the moment his brain turned itself off. He'd feel the consequences of his actions some later date; for now, he didn't want Homelander to think he won by flustering him. Sure, he was half-hard. Why not go all the way and hate himself for it once he was alone again? So he put on his most charming, shit-eating smile and replied: "Shitty pickup line there, luv."

Homelander's face was wiped blank for a moment before he could reign in his emotions at the sudden pet name. Point for Billy.

"See? That's how it's done. Now come in. Freezin' my bollocks off here, and I'm of no use to you if that happens, hm?"

Homelander had his bearings again and gave him an amiable smile, hiding his teeth. Why did the cunt always seem like he had something with an unpleasant taste in his mouth? Was that jaw ever slack?

"Not really that into cocks, if I'm honest."

Homelander chuckled. "And? Neither am I. Will that stop you?"

"Nah, it won't. But we're gonna do it my way."

"Fine by me." Homelander came inside and closed the door with his gloved hand. He even cleaned his boots on the door mat. "Bedroom's this way, I assume," he said and began to saunter off in the correct direction. Fucker had clearly x-rayed the apartment before, and Billy prayed it had been when he'd been here last and not right before he'd swept in to watch Billy sleep.

"We ain't goin' to the bedroom here, luv." It was likely impossible to actually surprise the supe. Last time, Billy had not even seen him fly off. Homelander moved at the speed of light, and so he must have seen the assault coming from a mile away, but it spoke to how much he wanted this that he let it happen anyway. Billy had him up against the wall in one smooth movement, and Homelander's legs were riding high on his waist like it was natural. "My way, remember?" Billy smeared the words against the supe's lips like spit and greedily drank down the answering whimper. "And if I say cock isn't what I'm looking for tonight, that's what goes, a'right?"

"You can fuck me if you want to," Homelander panted. He was lighter than Billy had imagined. Holding him up cost little energy, and Billy wasn't even properly awake. For a split-second, he wondered if he was still dreaming.

"Not into cocks, my arse. You're downright begging."

"I'm not begging for anything." The hand around Billy's throat had crept up so suddenly that it did shock him into silence for a second. "I won't beg on my knees for the right to see my son, and I will certainly not beg you to fuck me. I chose you for tonight because you are a disgustingly filthy excuse for a man who has no dignity left for his sorry life, and I knew I could get you if I wanted you. And here you are. So if you want me to leave your body intact, you better get your ass in gear and get me off."

With every ounce of willpower, Billy forced a swallow against the fingers pressing down. The grip loosened. They still held eye contact, and neither of them blinked first. Homelander was giving him a way to get his piece in. Well. Why not.

"You babble on like a woman, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Goin' on and on about things I don't wanna know. Gnawing my ear off here, mate." He leaned forward a bit, happy to see the supe's eyes dart to the left and right in an attempt to focus on both of his eyes. It made Homelander break the unblinking eye contact, lids fluttering rapidly. "Like a girl."

They were pressed together from the tips of their noses, to their chests, to their bellies, so it was easy to actually feel the way the cunt's cock throbbed at Billy's verbal abuse. "Yeah, that's right, hm? You wanna be my girl for the night? Daddy's girl?"

Up close like this, he saw the laser lights spring forth from Homelander's pupils first, slowly filling out the rest of his eyes. It looked fascinating from this perspective, even as the intense light immediately burned bright white spots into Billy's retina that he had to blink away. To anyone, it might have been threatening, but Billy was too worked up now, and he called the supe's bluff easily. "Bitching like you're PMSing, luv." He leaned his face into the heat emanating from Homelander's eyes to force his mouth open in a kiss. "Just from a bit of talking."

"Shut up-" The hand that landed over his mouth could have broken his jaw or taken it clean off, but Homelander knew how much pressure to use. Billy didn't think about how the supe had learned this. Or tried hard not to.

It wasn't difficult to pry the hand away and let the supe see his sly grin. "Gettin' shy already? Why you wanna shut me up so hard?"

"Nothing of value comes out of that mouth of yours," Homelander said.

"Oh, come now." Billy made certain to school his face into a disappointed frown. "You gonna lie to me? I can see you getting wet in that suit of yours."

It wasn’t wrong, exactly. There was a distinct dark spot where the head of Homelander's cock pressed into the fabric. Billy decided, however, that he liked the ambiguity of this game of his and wanted to see how much he could push the supe.

"Must be like a slip 'n slide between those legs."

"Don't-" Homelander began, but his body took over halfway into speaking, had him rub up against Billy like the mere mention of his arousal had reminded him of it. "Don't you ever shut up?"

Billy leaned forward to bite Homelander's ear. "You love it."

"I don't." Those baby-blue eyes tried to find Billy, and find him they did. Up close like this, he looked pretty. Innocent, somehow. The line of his mouth was still angry, but somewhere in the depths of those eyes lay something that wanted to give up and surrender to Billy. It was hypnotic.

Billy leaned forward and breathed his next word onto Homelander's mouth. "Liar."

Homelander whimpered when their mouths met, but he parted his lips readily and began to suck on Billy's tongue as soon as he had access, ashamed at his body's reaction and ready to shut Billy up. The supe tasted like absolutely nothing, not even toothpaste. It was almost unsettling, were it not for the wet warmth of his mouth that was like any other. What a weird thing to discover this fucker's humanity through.

Billy decided he'd had enough of the stalling and went to his knees. The supe's legs slipped from his waist in the movement; they were unsteady when holding up his weight.

Homelander willingly pushed his hips into Billy's hands as he began to open the belt holding the outfit together. He'd never seen the ins 'n outs of that. The suit wasn't one piece. It was a top and trousers that could be pulled down like leggins. Skin-tight and stuffed full of foam to give the impression of defined abs and pecs. Uncovering a bit of skin between the top half and the bottom half of the outfit felt like a forbidden pleasure, and Billy's mouth descended on an exposed hip bone before he even had time to plan out his move.

"Thought cock wasn't what you were looking to get," Homelander mumbled.

Billy huffed a laugh against the skin under his teeth and felt an almost nauseating flutter in his abdomen as shaky fingers held on to his shoulders. "Nah. I'm here for that pretty cunt you got hidden away." The fingers flexed and spasmed; Homelander's hips ground forward of their own accord.

Billy was so hard he felt dizzy with it, and he blinked to get his wits about him. He couldn't forget his mind completely. This was still none other than the monster who'd destroyed him - or the parts that were worth destroying anyway.

He pulled the ridiculous trousers of the outfit down to Homelander's knees and was met with...

"Red panties? You on the rag?"

"You're disgusting," Homelander commented, but he sounded so out of breath Billy considered the comment flattery.

"Gets you wet enough." The front of the supe's briefs was almost black with precum in the low light of Billy's living room. "Why give you pretty words when this gets the job done just fine, eh, bird?"

"Please." And oh, if that word didn't go straight to Billy's dick.

"Please what?"

Homelander squirmed, and Billy didn't help by blowing air on the wet spot where the cunt's cockhead was seen straining through the cotton. "Eat me-?" Shame clogged his throat, and now Billy did help out by leaning forward and rubbing his beard against an exposed thigh, earning something that came close to a mewl and finally got the answer he desired. "Eat me out. Daddy."

"Good girl." He pulled the briefs down to the rest of the way and went on to unzip the ridiculous red boots. The supe toed out of them so quickly he nearly tripped, and Billy made quick work of the rest of the clothes by pulling on them to let the cunt step out.

Half-naked, the masculinizing effects of the costume were visible. The clothed half of Homelander still looked imposing, but his naked legs were literal sticks. His ass round, but not nearly as firm as the outfit made it seem. Billy slid his hands up the back to cup the cheeks. "Leg on Daddy's shoulder, girl. Come on. Giddy up."

Homelander obeyed without complaint, like he was beyond words. Maybe Butcher had him where he wanted. And where was that even? In what universe did he want him? And was there still a remote chance he'd wake up hard and full of self-loathing?

Not much time to think about it when the current position spread the cunt's ass so deliciously and allowed Billy a good look at his hole. Fucker was shaved everywhere, it seemed, not a single hair more than necessary on him.

"Brazilian? Fine choice, princess."

"God, fuuuck." Homelander shivered, a foot pressing into Billy's shoulder blade with an amount of pressure that bordered on abusive. He'd get a bruise there. It drove him forward, though.

"Got the prettiest cunt I've seen." As if to prove a point, Billy lapped at the hole, huffing a laugh when he saw the muscle contract. "Look at that. Pinker than a virgin. Or is that it, huh? Anyone ever been where I am now?"

The silence was damning.

"Never had a man before." He held onto Homelander's thighs for leverage and pulled himself up again, shoving his face in for real this time.

Homelander's hand found his hair and pulled with surprising gentleness. It was an interesting contrast. Billy'd have sooner expected him to push him forward and not try to pull him backwards, but the cunt probably was lost to the pleasure and didn't remember how to move in any coordinated fashion. And they'd barely started.

He lapped at the furled muscle, relishing in the way it spasmed against his lips. As much as Homelander kept complaining, this he could hardly deny. This was his body talking.

No denying it; Billy'd always been an ass man. Something about getting his tongue in there had been appealing since a young age. The filth of it, sweat and musk. The embarrassment of his partners when they realized how much he loved inhaling all of it. Like a bloodhound.

Not with him. He was clean, no sweat, no smell. But aroused all the same and opening up to Billy's ministrations. The thighs around his face quivered. The hand in his hair went from insistent to demanding. Homelander's body was putting out heat like a furnace, and it drove sweat to Billy's brow.

"Fuck," he could hear a muffled voice from above. Was the cunt covering his mouth to keep in his noises? Afraid there were fans in the apartments around?

There was definitely movement happening, and Billy just knew without looking that Homelander meant to touch himself. He pulled back immediately, licked his lips where Homelander could see and looked up at him with disappointment.

Homelander's hand around his own cock went still, and his eyes were wide. He's scared he's been bad, Billy realized, and the thought made his neglected cock throb. Fuck, he'd have to get out of those trousers. The strain against the zipper was gonna kill him.

Billy gently pried the supe's hand away from his erection. "Pretty birds like you only come from getting their snatch eaten."

Homelander let out a wet sound that might have been a gasp or a sob. His eyes were teary, and- was that a red gleam or was Billy just suffering the first effects of hypoxia from spending minutes between those cheeks?

"You're close anyway. No reason to abuse that pretty lil' bean of yours."

"My-"

"Your clit, luv." Billy dove back in.

He tried not to get too smug at the gasp that Homelander let out when he managed to work his tongue in again. He knew it wouldn't do much for this one, but he rubbed his face sideways against an inner thigh anyway. At least give the notion of a notion of beard burn to a cunt with impenetrable skin. Felt soft to the touch, though. Real lifelike.

His own drool dripped down his chin and onto his sleep shirt, but he didn't plan on wiping it off. Half the fun was getting dirty and besides- "Fuckin' dripping, babygirl. Gonna squirt all over Daddy? Is that it? You gettin' close."

Homelander's head fell back against the wall; Billy could hear the small thud. How he still had enough of his wits to not slam it back so hard he went through the wall was beyond him. Cunt's self control was so ingrained it was a downright sad business. Though Billy really preferred to live, most days.

He gave it his all, tongue-punching the cunt's hole until his jaw ached because he needed to feel him break, he needed it more than he needed to come. He grinned when he could feel the first small contractions in the muscle, the way Homelander's body began to seize. His muscles started trembling where Billy was holding on.

"Come for Daddy."

"Fffuck!" The supe broke above him. Billy was wise to pull his tongue out before that happened, but did push his thumb into Homelander's perineum for some extra stimulation.

There was a hand in his hair again, but it felt downright weak, barely grasping.

Homelander's leg slipped off him tiredly, and the supe blinked at him with mild confusion, glassy-eyed and dopey, but apprehensive. Billy was almost sure he mirrored the expression.

He hadn't even orgasmed himself, but there was a sort of mental clarity barreling towards him like a train, and he really, really wanted to close his eyes before the headlights of that thing hit him.

Homelander took the decision from him because when Billy did blink, the pile of clothes on the floor and the entire supe had vanished into thin air.

He sat on the floor for a good half an hour before his aching knees forced him to get up and he managed to wipe his mouth with fingers that were just a bit too unsteady.

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 23

Hey, I’m feeling better today! So today’s song and analysis doesn’t suck! Anyways, todays song is Foolish One, Speak Now from the vault. It is pov Remus, who is convinced that Sirius will never love him back while Sirius tries in vain to convince himself he is straight.

My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans

And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again

You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

Remus knows that everyone probably knows how he feels about Sirius, everyone except Sirius that is. He can’t tell how Sirius feels about him, but he know that he is probably thinking about some girl the way Remus thinks about him. But Sirius has given remus too many long looks for him to let it go. 

Foolish one

Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love

That ain't never gonna come

Remus knows he’s stupid, always waiting or looking for signs he knows he won’t see.

You know how to keep me waitin'

I know how to act like I'm fine

Don't know what to call this situation

But I know I can't call you mine

Sirius somehow always keeps Remus wondering, he always goes just a little too far for Remus to think they are just friends. Remus doesn’t know what to do or how to react. All he knows for sure is that Sirius isn’t his.

And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof

'Cause when my head is on your shoulder

It starts thinkin' you'll come around

And maybe, someday, when we're older

This is something we'll laugh about

Remus does his best to act like he’s not in love with Sirius, to not let him know. But all of his casual touches make his stupid heart flutter. Remus knows it’s delusional but he wonders if they might end up together after all

But then the voices say, "You are not the exception

You will never learn your lesson"

But Remus knows he is not special, he is no different to Sirius then James or Peter. He will never give up his stupid hope, he can’t.

Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

And you will say you had the best of intentions

And maybe I will finally learn my lesson

It kills Remus to see Sirius with his girlfriends though, because even when Sirius is with a girl he still pushes just a little too far past the just friends zone. But at the end of the day the girl is who gets Sirius. Remus jokes one day he will stop being in love with someone who doesn’t love him back.

Sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love

They ain't never gonna come

And thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out

Foolish one

Remus can’t help it though, waiting to see if Sirius will chose him. Hoping he could be the one. He knows it stupid, but he can’t let his hope go.

[notahorseindisguise]

i dont want the latest post on my account to be me being a cunt. im not a cunt i promise im usually a very nice person. anyway faqs:

yes my flight home to australia from america got cancelled. i am in a hotel room right now provided by the airline. it is 4am.

theyve put me on another flight to fiji, leaving tomorrow at 8pm. check out time at the hotel is 12pm. i do not know what im going to do for the 5 or so hours before i need to head to the airport. probably nothing exciting, i have a strong fear of missing flights.

i did manage to get put on another connecting flight from fiji to australia. its just that its 5 hours after i land in fiji, so its gonna be one loooong layover. it should be ok. ive waited for longer periods of time in the last couple weeks

yes i am very stressed. there is still so much that im worried could go wrong and im done with problem solving and being smsrt and brave. i just want to go home and hug my mum.

so thats the situation we're dealing with. we clear? ive set my alarm for 7ish hours from now, at 11am. i was meant to be getting a good nights sleep tonight, but i chose loooong loooooooong scrubbing shower instead. thank you for reading and goodnight

[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: kakucho x fem!reader, izana x fem!reader, taiju x fem!reader

• summary: this is their child's first day at school part. 2

• genre: fluff

• note: i decided to make a part two of this bc i thought it was cute the first time i did it so yes

— taiju

you were talking with your son's teacher, telling them that your son was an easy stressed child while taiju was behind you, your son in his arms, his pink back and favorite plushie in one of his hand

your son has been stressed the entire week-end, refusing to leave you or taiju, even finding him sleeping on your husband's chest in the morning

being in his father arms was easing his stress a bit but the pout on his face was still there

"i have your number anyway, so i'll call you if there's a problem" they say while looking at your son that immediatly hide in his father's neck

"come on baby, everything is gonna fine okay? i promise" you say and taiju put him down

taiju is soft for you and his son, so really it's hard for him to see his son about to cry but trying to be tough

"papa will come to get you at 4pm and we'll go at my work together yeah?" he says kneeling down to kiss his forehead

your son nod, his smile finally appearing on his face, excited to be able to see the fish and shark in his father's restaurant

his teacher then took his hand and you and taiju leaves "do you think he's gonna cry?" you ask and your husband kiss your temple "probably, but you got to let him do, he'll get used to the school" he try to reassure you

"oh my god there's a giant in our school" says a child from the higher class walking past you two making you chuckles at taiju's look

— kakucho

your daughter was so excited to go to school, she was jumping everywhere in the house, asking you and kakucho to hurry up bc she doesn't want to be late

kakucho seriously was more stressed than her, he was checking her bag to see if she had everything every two seconds

when he arrived at her class, she couldn't stop looking at the other kids that would be in her class while her father crouched down in front of her "i'll pik you up at 4pm okay?" and she nod "can i go now?" she asks, wanting to play

kakucho looked at you when he hear you chuckle, he kissed her cheek, getting up again and your daughter hugged you before running to some other girls playing with toys

"i told you everything would be fine" you say taking his hand "but isn't she supposed to cry?" he ask "she's not even sad that we're leaving her" and he almost sounded disappointed "she's a tough girl, and you've explained everything to her, she knows you'll be here tonight

— izana

he would literally do everything in his power so that his kid don't cry bc he hate to see his baby cry

the type of dad to say yes when his kid ask him soemthing even though the mom said no

so when he saw his daughter's lip quiver he was already picking her up

she then hide in her father's chest while he looks at you "izana i told you to not do that" you whisper "but she's crying"

"i don't want to go" she whines and he look at you "no baby, you have to" you say

you almost beg izana with your eyes to help you so he made you daughter look at him "okay, you have to listen to mama" he says, she starts to pout and he put her down "you gotta make us proud baby" he says, she looks at you and you smile stroking her hair

she start to walk slowly toward her class looking back at you two before entering

"okay that just broke my heart" he says and you look at him, taking his hand "she'll be okay" you say, trying to reassure you too

— wakasa

his twins were running after one another in the playground while you were talking with some mom

wakasa was looking at them, then at you for a second and it was the exact same moment your sons decide to fight with one another

"boys! stop fighting" sayd wakasa walking to them, you excuse yourself, following your husband "he started it" said the younger one "that's not true mom"

"stop fighting you two" say wakasa "you remember what i told you yesterday?" you ask and they nod "you said that we need to protect each other and to not fight with other kids"

you smile kissing both of their cheeks and bring them to their class

"i bet they'll get into a fight" says wakasa as you walk back to the car "stop" you laugh

and at the end of the day, when he walk to take them back their teacher told him that they fighted another child that apparently making fun of them

so wakasa text you "you owe me a dinner"

[coolguypluiplup]

Flower Husbands Florist AU

have a flower husbands oneshot loosely based on this tumblr post :)

word count: 1228

full fic under the cut!!

It had been a long shift. Jimmy wasn't normally one to complain (he's lying about this) but he feels like he deserves it today. His boss had booked him in to make 20 flower crowns for a hen party happening tonight that he didn't find out about 'till this morning, he had couples in and out all day for valentines' flowers and had to do the displays for tomorrow. And no one else was working this week! What a joke.

He was slumped against the counter, face pressed to his palm and eyes fighting to stay open. He had 10 minutes 'till closing and was practically counting down the seconds. The flowers in the display case glistened against the rim lights pointed at them causing a ripple of light against the wall facing Jimmy. He should really turn them off. No one had come in for 20 minutes and it's not like anyone's gonna come in at quarter to 10-

“Oh thank god. I've been searching for a place still open.” A man entered hastily, the doorbell ringing as he did. Teal hair stuck to his forehead in clumps and eyeliner ran down his face. He put his collapsed umbrella onto the counter. “I need a bouquet to tell someone I hate them.”

“Hm?” Jimmy spoke- nearly asleep.

“It is valentine's day tomorrow, right?”

Jimmy sat back on the stool, trying to avoid the rainwater pooling near the cash register. “Yeah.“

”Okay, so I need, like, a reverse 'I love you' bouquet.“

Jimmy stared at the man. He sighed and pulled out his floriography book.

”Anything in particular you fancy?“

”Nah. You're the flower boy, anyway.“

Jimmy made a noise of disagreement but started flicking through the pages of the book anyway. “I might need a bit more context to pick the right thing.”

The man sighed. “It's gonna take a while, you sure?”

“Mhm.” Jimmy said, instinctively. He was still exhausted but this was more fun than sleeping.

“Well, tl;dr or whatever, My ex is in town. She still has a thing for me, and I don’t.

He stopped flicking through the pages. “That's... a story. Not normally what I make this time of year,”

“Yep. And I'm gay, which I don’t even think she knows yet.”

“Hm.”

”So. Flowers?“

Jimmy flicked through the pages briskly, scanning each page for something suitable. ”I'm intrigued now. How'd that all go down, then?“ He was never one for small talk.

”Well. We met in year 9 and dated that entire time 'til uni. She was getting fed up that we'd never done any of the romantic stuff our friends did. I genuinely had no clue that that was kinda strange, so I didn't see the problem. And before I knew it, she'd run off with the ex of my best friend. They weren't exes at the time, but trust me, after this it was fallout. I was angry, naturally, and she told me that it was my fault for not trying to fix our relationship before it got too bad. So, I broke it off. Hadn't seen her since.

"Until last week, when my friend told me she was in town. So I invited her round our house. Me and Cleo thought 'no harm done now. We're over it, we know why me and her were having problems, should be fine now'. Couldn't be farther from the truth. She comes round and immediately starts talking about how much she misses me. Says that now we're 'more mature' we can work it out like adults and that she still has feelings for me. Didn't even get to tell her I found out I was gay after I left her.” 

The man had been looking at the displays while speaking, so he probably didn’t catch Jimmy’s jaw dropping before he could catch himself. He turned around to face him. “So, any good picks for the bouquet, then?”

Jimmy hesitantly flips to a page he dog-eared and turns it to face the stranger. They both move closer to the page to read it. ”Foxglove might be a good pick. 'Means insincerity. In older things it even means secrets and complicated situations, which seems fitting. And it's quite pretty, but that's more an aesthetic choice.”

“I like them.“ He stared up at Jimmy. Their faces were mere inches apart. His eyes were a light hazel with gold flecks nearly colour matched the piercings running down his ears. ”You alright?“

Jimmy blinked and moved back. ”Uhm, yeah. Sorry.“ He picked up the book and moved to the greenhouse door behind him. ”I've got a few picks that'll go great with the message. Should take, like, 20 minutes?“

”Okay. Thanks for doing this, by the way. I know it's, like, nearly ten right now,“

”No, don't worry, really. Uhm, can I get a name for the order?”

“Scott.”

Jimmy smiled as he spoke. “Scott. That name suits you.” He shut the door before Scott could respond.

The bouquet was placed on the counter with a thud, shaking Scott from his thoughts. The florist he was just thinking about stood with a smile. He got up and tried to shift his hair from his face (a pointless effort, he knew. Scott had checked how he looked in his phone camera while the guy was making his bouquet, and by god did he look dreadful. Make-up pouring down his face and clothes soaked through. Rained on just wasn't his look.) and walked towards the counter. ”Wow. These are beautiful.“

Scott wasn't lying. The foxgloves he'd recognised from earlier framed intricately placed white flowers. The vase the florist put them in was stunning too, glass patterns mirroring the stems of the flowers fractionally across its surface. 

”Thank you. The purple are foxgloves, like I said, and meadowsweet is the white one. It means uselessness in floriography. Um, I would've put more flowers but I guess not a lot of people need 'I hate you' flowers.” He laughed awkwardly at that last bit.

His laugh was nice. It was higher pitched than normal, but fit him perfectly. Scott smiled along, pretending like he wasn't just staring at him. 

Scott paid for the flowers (Jimmy gave him money off, not that he would find out until months later) and picked up his bouquet. 

”Wait. Uhm,“

Scott turned to face the florist. ”Hm?“

”I have, uh, something else to give you,“ He held out a singular poppy with a slip of paper wrapped around it. ”'s just- Don't take it if you don't wan' it, but-“

Scott took the poppy before he finished speaking. He unravelled the piece of paper and read it carefully. ”'Jimmy'. That name suits you, you know.“

He blushed and turned away from him. ”Aw. Don't use my own words against me!“ He feigned anger but was smiling too much for it to have any bite.

Scott put the piece of paper with Jimmy's number in his pocket and took the poppy and tucked behind his ear. ”Thank you, Jimmy. I'll call later to tell you how the flowers went down.“

”Don't spare any details, I'm properly invested.“

Scott laughed as he opened the door. The moonlight had illuminated the wet concrete. When had it stopped raining? He couldn't have been in there that long. Scott turned to face Jimmy. “See you later, Jimmy.”

”You too.“

[needanevenbettername]

The Girls (TM) Celebrate 420.

Yoko: What do you mean we're out!? What's that mean!?

Divina: It means what it means. We have none left.

Yoko: Well, what happened to it!?

Divina: You used all of it.

Yoko: Oh, I didn't even have that much.

Divina: You put seven Joints in your mouth and would only answer to us if we called you Queen Kush.

Yoko: Yeah, and you were my hot second in command, Madame Smokesalot.

Divina: No I was not.

Yoko: That is no way to speak to your Queen.

Enid, from outside: Are you two done yet? It's cold out here.

Yoko: You have the most important job of all, Enid. Watching for cops.

Enid: This job sucks.

Yoko: You suck!

Enid: Oh, eat me.

Yoko, groaning: Oh well, I gotta make a call of we're gonna re-supply.

Divina: Do not call him!

Yoko: Well, it's my only option. Nobody else is gonna have any at this time of night.

Divina: Do you have the money to pay him?

Yoko: Well, um. I, uh.

Divina: No more favors! I had to take care of his pet raccoon, Mitsing, last time! I am not going through another Rabies treatment!

Yoko: Nobody said it had Rabies. He got it vaccinated, probably.

Divina: I would rather not risk it!

Yoko: Fine, I'll do it! Crybaby.

Yoko, on her phone: Ugh, voice mail. Hey, hey, Ajax! Look, in honor of the holiday, we all went a little overboard.

Divina: You went overboard!

Yoko: I allegedly went overboard. And we're smokin' resin right now. Get back to me ASAP because Bianca is Jonesing something bad.

Bianca, snatching the phone from Yoko: I wanted to get fucked up tonight, and frankly, you're ruining everything!

Yoko, taking the phone back: Woah! You are Zero percent chill right now. Anyway, Ajax, get back to me when you can. Peace out.

Divina, snatching the phone: Also, I am not taking care of your raccoon again! *Hangs up*

Divina: So, what now?

Yoko: Well, let's see. I have this bag of Oregano, and now it's time to play America's favorite gameshow, Is Enid an Idiot!

Cut to a few hours later, when Wednesday arrives home and sees Enid sleeping.

Wednesday: Why does she smell like Oregano?

[one-winged-dreams]

Haunting

ship: a lunar light (adri x isa) (pl: adri & isa & lea) source: kingdom hearts word count: 1253 cw: somewhat suggestive implications/jokes

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife

Idk how busy I'm gonna be tomorrow so we're posting a Halloween fic TONIGHT.

Though the party had been a success, neither Adri nor Isa had anticipated having to drag their dearest and closest pain in the ass back home. Admittedly, Isa did not refrain from complaining the whole way about the fact that they probably should have.

Adri was tasked with unlocking the door while Isa supported Lea's limp weight and, after doing so, showed the prior mercy by continuing to assist him with the latter.

"Theeere you go, Lea," Adri coaxed the man in question as he and Isa lowered him to his bed.

But not… very well.

Lea lay face down, his head missing the pillow just so as one of his gangly legs dangled over the edge of the mattress. All in costume, minus what his two friends were merciful enough to remove from his person.

"Thanks guys… 'preciate it," came Lea's muffled reply as he refrained from moving.

"Looks like the monsters prevail over the hunter tonight, I guess," Isa snorted before shaking his head with a sigh.

This time, Lea raised a hand, weakly shaking it as if to shoo his two friends off.

"Yeah, yeah, you two go make out on the couch or something."

"Lea!" Adri gasped, blushing and turning his head with an embarrassed pout.

"What?" Lea's voice was still muffled by the mattress. "I KNOW that's what you guys are gonna do now that I'm not third-wheeling ya anymore."

Isa scoffed and shoved Lea's costume tricorn back onto his head with enough force to suffocate him in the sheets for a moment.

"Well this third wheel looks more like a flat tire. Go to sleep, Lea. Happy Halloween." And though seemingly annoyed as usual by his friend's quips, Isa cracked an amused smile towards the end.

"Happy Halloween, hope I pass out before I hear any ghosts moaning and knocking furniture around and whatnot."

Adri and Isa turned around at the same time with a simultaneous and equally annoyed cry of "Lea!" before the man in question's waving gave them the cue to grumble and slam the door behind them.

By the time the two remaining members of the trio managed to make their way to the couch, the most cumbersome parts of their costumes lay on the floor to be picked up tomorrow. For the most part, rather.

"Keep the ears, they're cute," Adri grinned as Isa reached to remove the wolf ear headband.

Isa scoffed, clearly embarrassed. "Absolutely not. You're lucky you got to see me in them in the first place."

"Pleeease? I'll keep the fangs in. It took me forever to figure out how to get the moulding to work anyway," Adri pleaded, grinning to make a point. He then proceeded to take pleasure in the way Isa's eyes lingered on them for a moment before sighing.

"Fine. Consider it an act of solidarity," Isa replied, but not without cracking another smirk as he took his place on the couch.

Adri's grin widened before he leaned into him, his delight peaking at the way Isa's arm came up to wrap around his shoulders. "You're sweet. Now what do you want to watch?"

Isa offered an amused hum, smiling thoughtfully down at Adri, who was already resting his head on his chest. "You've always been better versed in that sort of thing, you pick."

"Oh, come on, you know that's a loaded question. What are you in the mood for? Something, like, REALLY scary, maybe something gorey? Maybe something fun? Give me something to work with," Adri goaded, wiggling into Isa's side excitedly.

Unable to keep from chuckling, Isa punctuated with a more good-natured sigh. "Fine. Something fun."

The resulting thoughtful pout charmed Isa to the core, his gaze softening in the instant it took for something to seemingly occur to Adri.

"The Cabin in the Woods?" he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head with the proposition.

Isa let out some air through his nose in an amused fashion before nodding and turning to look at the TV. "That one's pretty dumb, but I like it just fine. Go ahead."

"It's SUPPOSED to be dumb," Adri mumbled as he played around with the remote, "I put on the entry level shit for YOU TWO, you know."

A full laugh escaped Isa this time, giving Adri's shoulders a gentle squeeze as he did so. "You don't need to put the kid gloves on just for me, you know."

"Yeah, that's what Lea said," Adri quipped without elaborating or so much as looking away from the TV as he flipped through the options.

Truthfully, Isa didn't doubt that, but he was far too enamored by how Adri spoke about his interests, little facets of his personality shining just for him to see. Oh, and Lea too, sometimes, he guessed.

What WAS reserved for him and him alone, however, was that sweet, loving smile that shone up at him as Adri managed to get the movie menu set up. Jealousy was a lingering habit for Isa, he often found himself overthinking the way Adri interacted with people other than him and Lea. He was ashamed of this knee-jerk way of thinking, but it came with a singular perk - he had never in his life seen Adri smile at anyone else the way that he did at him. And in being gifted such a boon, it was enough to dispel any remaining shades of doubt or guilt from his heart.

"You ready?" Adri prompted, to which Isa nodded.

"Go ahead."

As the movie proceeded along, it was enough to conjure the feeling of a proper moment of Halloween-oriented alone time for the two, falling into their roles with laughter and commentary. But even through the fun, the growing sense of intimacy began to spread, and by the time the credits rolled, Isa noticed Adri staring at him with a vexed expression.

"What's wrong? You're not having a mood drop, are you?" Isa's expression grew mildly concerned as he reached up to brush some hair behind Adri's ear.

"What? Oh, no. It's just…" Adri looked down for a moment, frowning pensively.

Isa's head tilted to the side, partially out of confusion, partially because he was trying to read the other's expression. "Just?"

Adri hummed thoughtfully before sighing and looking back up in exasperation. "GOD, I just want to kiss you really bad but I don't want Lea to be RIGHT!"

Blinking at him for a second, Isa couldn't help but descend into proper laughter, his forgotten wolf ears bouncing slightly at the force of it. "THAT'S what's bothering you?"

"YES!" Adri scoffed, placing a hand on Isa's chest. "It's a good thing it's Halloween because that is a genuinely spooky thought, you have to admit!"

As he finally ceased his wheezing, Isa cleared his throat and instead smiled fondly, brushing his fingers against the distressed man's cheek. "It is, yes. Very spooky. But like you said, it's Halloween. Annnnd it wouldn't be the first time I debased myself to someone's expectations."

"Well that was kind of a fucked up thing to say."

"It was, but I'm just trying to get you to kiss me already."

"God I love you."

"Mutual. You know, we might as well do some 'haunting' if we're letting Lea be psychic tonight."

"Oh I definitely feel a poultergeist problem coming on."

Isa ugly laughed for a few seconds.

"Please don't ever say anything like that again."

"Can't make any promises. Now let's see how sturdy the moulding on these fangs is."

"Mh, let's."

[koumeowkami]

🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter three

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

1430 words

genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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Allen was finally back to his apartment, tired and with his mind clearly elsewhere. It was almost 3 AM. While he was trying really hard to be as quiet as possible, the lights in the living room were suddenly turned on.

"Where the hell were you!?"

Standing there was Anne, arms crossed and a scowl on their face. Hajun was behind them, looking immovable as always.

"Do you have any idea how late it is? I thought you fell asleep in front of your laptop!" Anne whispered-shouted, getting closer to Allen looking at him inquisitively. They might look cute and all but God, were they scary when angry.

"Sorry... I just took a detour when coming here. Tonight's soft breeze is so relaxing..." Allen replied, smiling softly with his head lowered. For some reason, he couldn't tell them about his encounter in the park. Well, he'd probably never see Kanata again anyways, would he?

Anne kept looking at him weirdly, as if they were trying to spot a lie, but in the end they accepted his answer. "Well nevermind, it's too late for a discussion now. We have school tomorrow so we'd better head to bed" they said yawning, and went towards their room. Hajun, who had been silent the whole time, got closer to Allen. "Don't go wander so late ever again, alright? Because if you don't get up in time for class the next day, we're leaving you here" he whispered, flashing a smile that made Allen gulp in fear.

"Understood."

Probably half an hour had passed, and Allen still had his eyes fixed on the ceiling of his room. He just couldn't stop thinking about what happened that night. For some reason, he was instantly attracted to that kid, as if he was put under some spell. He felt like he couldn't leave him alone. Behind the rage in those galaxy-colored eyes he saw so much suffering, one he couldn't ever imagine. Behind that steel barrier he put in front of his heart, he could feel his loneliness. He wasn't able to understand why Kanata would force himself to deny that despite everything.

Frustrated, he got up and sat in front of the window, gazing at the shining moon.

"How can I go beyond that wall of yours?"

— ☾ —

"...Allen? Hello? Earth to Allen!"

With a gasp, Allen paused the music in his headphones and raised his head from his songwriting notebook. He was faced with a pouting Anne, who was sitting across from him at one of the university's cafeteria tables.

"Huh? What is it...?"

"Look, I know you always get invested when doing anything that has to do with hiphop, but you've been really out of it for the past week. I've been calling you for five whole minutes!" they said, exasperated.

"Are you okay? You haven't even had your lunch yet" Hajun pointed to the ramen sitting beside the notebook, "We have class in fifteen minutes, so hurry up please. I don't want to be late because of you." he said, sipping on his coffee.

"Don't worry, I'm okay! It's just that I'm having trouble with this one... I haven't gotten much sleep lately either" Allen smiled, "I'm gonna finish lunch quickly, you guys can go already!"

Anne and Hajun took their bags. "We're waiting for you in the hallway, alright?"

"Sure thing! See you there!"

— ☾ —

Hajun and Anne walked, an awkward silence filling the air.

"So..." Anne started, looking at the boy beside them, "Have you also noticed something weird about Allen, lately?"

"Of course I did. He's awful at lying and keeping secrets, he wears his heart on his sleeve after all." Hajun said, "It all started when he came home late the other day..."

"Yeah. He always looks like there's something on his mind but he won't tell us! Ugh, it's so frustrating!" Anne pouted again, slightly gripping their hair, "I know he doesn't want us to worry... but if something is troubling him I don't wanna leave him alone!" they said, closing their hands in a punch, resoluted.

"Oh Anne, you're so cute~" Hajun teased playfully at the little display of protectiveness from Anne. "Shut up! I know damn well you'd do the same for him, even though you pretend not to!" they replied while crossing their arms.

"I wonder?" he giggled, while his eyes confirmed Anne's words.

— ☾ —

"Guys, I'm gonna head out for a bit to breathe some fresh air! I'll be back for dinner!"

Allen sprinted towards the park. There was one in a million possibilities that Kanata would still be there, but he wanted to see that with his own eyes. He hadn't stopped thinking about their conversation for the whole week, he tried to pour his feelings on a piece of paper like he always did, but something was missing. He thought that seeing Kanata would've cleared up his mind a bit.

The park was already almost empty when he got there, most people were already heading back home or going to eat somewhere; he immediately reached the most hidden part, where he was sure Kanata would be hiding, then wandered slowly to catch him, but to no avail.

"Tch. You're here again."

Allen turned around, eyes widened.

"You're still... here?" he said, looking over at the boy. His once white clothes got dirtier than the time before, his long hair a bit tousled, his eye bags bigger, his skin paler. Allen's heart was hurting. "Why does he keep doing that to himself?" he thought.

"Not that I could be anywhere else. I'm too tired to walk around this huge city" Kanata sat on a bench, "Didn't I tell you to fuck off, the other day? But you still came to me... you're really that stupid, huh."

His piercing gaze intimidated Allen slightly, but he still stepped forward. No matter what, he had to make his words reach the boy.

"Well... I just wanted to see you. You've been on my mind for a while" he said shyly, looking somewhere else, "And I still have a promise to keep after all. I really wanna understand you better."

"The only thing you gotta understand is that I wanna be left alone and yet you keep annoyin' me and bein' a creep. So I'm gonna tell you again, fuck off."

Allen looked at him properly and clenched his fists. There it was, that huge wall in front of his heart again. He didn't want to forcefully pry into Kanata's past, but he also didn't like standing there and watching him suffer. That boy surely didn't deserve it, despite what he said.

"I'm not going anywhere. Why do you want me not to get close to you? I'm not scared of you..." he got a bit closer, approaching him steadily but still not too much, "And no matter how much you push me away, I'll come back, 'cause I know deep inside... you don't wanna be alone. I know the loneliness in your heart, I know the pain-"

"...You don't know shit about me!!"

Kanata stood up, gritting his teeth. He pushed Allen, who only moved slightly. "Who do you think you are? Thinkin' you know me oh so well to make such stupid assumptions. You don't know all the shit I went through, the reasons why I ended up like this..." he said shivering, "You don't know why I deserve... all of this..."

"All I know is that you don't deserve it! I can feel you're not a bad person, and no matter what you did, there's always a second chance! The world is full of possibilities!"

"You're so naive it's pathetic... is your head filled with flowers and butterflies? Only the gifted ones are given second chances. If you've gone once through the mud, you're stuck in the dirt forever." Kanata wasn't looking at Allen anymore, the latter's eyes too intense they made him flinch. "Wake the fuck up, Suzaku. This is the real world, a fuckin' pile of garbage!"

Allen's gaze softened, but still let his tenacity flow out. "Well... if you put it like that, then I'm gonna prove you wrong. I will be the one to give you a second chance!" he said smiling proudly, "How about you move in with me and my roommates? Don't worry, we'll give you lots of personal space! The apartment is big after all and-"

"...He said what!?"

"Anne, you should lower your voice..."

Allen heard some not so muffled voices behind the bushes and immediately turned around.

"Anne... Hajun...!?"

[lollytea]

Other things hunter gets into in the human realm: DDR. Willow also gets into it & they're really competitive w/ each other but also like doing it as a team! They once did a 8 hour dance marathon to win some obscure prize at the arcade Gus wanted. They're literally there from opening to closing. They give the thing to Gus and he's like "omg thank you guys I can't believe you got one million tickets in just one day :D" and they're like "no problem Gus, we love you Gus" and then both immediately pass out on the sidewalk.

(tbf that's a slight exaggeration. Willow is better than that when it comes to self care and she'd make sure hunter would be too. But they do definitely bust their asses to get Gus whatever it is he wants. Probably like. A resin skull half filled with neon blue liquid. Something weird that you only find for extortionate prices at arcades . They probably get kicked out by a manager after 2 hours of hogging the game and come back next week, and the week after that, etc. By the time it's all done they're banned from the arcade but it's worth it)

No huntlow first date concept is ever gonna top whatever the fuck this is. This is a special kind of chaotic beauty to me. They are just pals hanging out so they don't call it a date but I will. And this date involved dancing themselves to the point of aching legs, drinking round after round of slushies to keep their energy spiked, ceremoniously presenting Gus with the stuffed highlighter pink monkey that he really wanted and then both of them, smelling absolutely rancid, bursting in Camila's front door to celebrate today's victory, only to conk out on her couch half a minute later. It is important to note that they fall asleep on all tangled up with each other. They were barely lucid enough to remember what personal space is. It will once again occur to them as soon as they wake up.

It's like. They've got all this competitive energy coiling up inside of them and they're not allowed to play flyer derby in the woods anymore cuz somebody was close to spotting them last time. So they find their outlet in the form of ddr. Originally its just Willow dancing for fun and Hunter watching, until she talks him into playing against her. And it's all fun and games for the first two rounds while Hunter figures out the mechanics. But ohhhhh now he's gotten serious. So Willow is encouraged to put a little more effort into it. One game later something terrible clicks and their mutual competitiveness feeds into each other and now they are ruthlessly determined players and they're out for blood.

("Blood?" Hunter asks incredulously. Willow shrugs "The machine's blood. Cause, yknow. We're gonna kill this thing.")

Anyway it definitely started off as them just aiming to get something Gus wanted (cuz he looked at them with his big ol' eyes.) But now they're just addicted and use Gus as an excuse. Not that Gus is complaining. He's now drowning in cool stuff because he's lucky enough to have besties who are maniacs. But sometimes he'll be like "Aight imma head home. You guys have fun."

And Willow calls "Tell Camila we'll be home late tonight!"

Which he does. And Camila and Luz are like 👀 but Gus just sighs "Nah. The actual reason is much dumber than that. But they'll sleep like babies tonight :)"

Anyway the manager hates them. Completely fucking hates them. Keeps trying to kick them out because of all the complaints about them hogging the game but they are very adhesive. They get run from the place, only to pop up again the next morning literally five minutes before opening hours, faces pressed up against the glass, Hunter counting down the minutes on his watch. Everyone who works there dreads the sight of them.

Terrorising the local arcade staff and dancing until they collapse and downing blue slush until they feel like throwing up and developing a pavlovian response in their feet to hearing dynamite rave really made them fall even more in love.

[tobiasdrake]

Mission a-fucking-ccomplished.

Well. Not. Like. The mission mission, but the other mission.

You got more to say, Serai? What's up?

Huh, wouldn't it be wild if Serai actually was Yoyo? Probably not, she looks way too young to be a spooky swamp crone.

OH. RIGHT. In the excitement over feeding Roro her own teeth, I completely forgot about that. Good catch, Serai.

Yeah. I mean, if you wanna be stingy with the green flames, we could always stick around and keep breaking stuff. I got my eye on that ornate wooden coffin with the green jewel to your left. That looks especially fun to break. I bet it'd make a satisfying CRRRRICK sound when the wood splinters.

Okay, yeah, you got me there. I once threatened to urinate in a sacred spring. I have a bit of an irreverence problem. It's a personality flaw of mine, but I'm learning to live with it and love myself anyway.

So what's it gonna be, Roro? You want us to stay or go?

There we go. Pleasure doing business with you. I'm sure we'll see each other again some day.

Looking forward to it.

It wasn't a simple three-versus-one today. You had two separate piles of gobbledygook you were raising warriors out of. You're just bitter we saw through your trick and smashed those.

But whatever helps you sleep at night.

You tell her, Zale.

By the way, I wasn't going to say anything but there's another pile over in the corner, under one of your decorative bookshelves, that you could have used. You weren't nearly as out-of-options as you thought you were.

Probably should have kept a cooler head in the fight and not gone into a fireball-spamming panic. I get it, you're not used to being backed into a corner like this, your skills are probably rusty. When was the last time you were in an actual honest-to-moon brawl? But, y'know, takeaway for next time.

Anyway, see you around, Roro.

My biggest concern is whether or not Garl woke up and strolled his jolly ass to the Dweller while we were gone. We. Uh. We probably should have left someone watching him with another dose of that numbing poison. Valtraid would have been a great pick; He's got that Venom strength if things go bad.

That's on me. I should have thought of that. I did not.

Oh, definitely. After the unholy levels of violence and massive disrespect we flung straight into her face, she's going to have your hide. She's going to want to take it out on somebody and you're the nearest intelligent being.

I mean, it's unfair for her to expect you to be able to keep out people who can do what we just did to her, but I don't think she's going to be very rational about this.

Sorry, bro. Try and keep a, y'know, a "stiff upper lip" or whatever.

You don't know what we went through for this. Through bones and blood and dark abyss. I'm so fucking done right now Making zombies into puppy chow. I want to save Garl and go to bed. Right now, I could sleep like the dead. I just hope the eclipse is not tonight. If they make me stay up, there'll be a fight.

Serai, you don't have any advice? We're back to "wing it"? Okay, I'll give it a shot.

This is either going to kill him instantly or save his life. Let's roll these dice.

Come on, Garl. I already cost you an eye. Don't make my debt any worse.

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU

Wait. No. I did warn her that I might start swinging wildly if Garl dies and she should be cognizant of that. Vacating the area is an entirely valid precautionary measure. That's fair.

Garl will live! You can't have him, Dweller! Ha-ha!

Alright, Serai, you can come back out now.

...Serai?

She's probably downstairs with her pirate crew. But in the interest of respecting her personal space, we should continue pretending we can't easily see through her disguise.

She'll come clean when she's ready. We should resume waiting for the eclipse together. Make a mental note to drop hints around Captain Cliche when we think we'll be facing a situation that our mysterious friend Serai might be able to help with. All that good stuff.

Yeah, I'm virtuous and noble and shit. Remember that time we saved an entire village full of mole people and then I threatened to throw them off a cliff for being assholes? Good times.

There was also that time we....

...

Oh! We helped a whole crew of pirates plunder a magical coin and then, as payment, doomed them to be preyed upon by a cosmic horror in an existential nightmare village. And also used their magical coin for ourselves, for good measure.

I think we're doing pretty well for ourselves, so what's a little bit of childhood cheesiness?

Well, your prophecy says you'll never achieve your full potential until you accept the inherent superiority of night over day.

I mean, that's not exactly what the Elder Mist said but it's how I'm choosing to remember it.

Ribbing aside, it's definitely related to your prophecy. I get to walk on water but the Elder Mist made it sound like you have some sort of Super Saiyan transformation or something.

I would like to spend what time we have until the Eclipse testing it but if it only activates when Garl's life is in danger then we don't have a reliable testing mechanism available to us. Because anyone who suggests endangering Garl on purpose for training is getting their nose broken by my staff.

We can put our heads together and come up with some way to safely explore this thing that's going on with you. Tomorrow, when we're not exhausted from a long day of literal skull-cracking.

Well, at least you finally admit it. :P

Don't worry about it, man. What will be, will be.

I want to hear everything. You were under the Dweller's influence so anything you saw, heard, or experienced might be valuable intel.

[belethlegwen]

On The Shelf

I completely forgot I hadn't posted this yet. I can't remember why I was saving it, but I've had a bit of Chill-Enhancement tonight and my brain has decided: Now is the time.

This event gets referenced (much) later in The Stranding as having happened during the events of The Rescue, but I'm unsure yet if it'll actually make it into the main body. Thought I'd post it here as a little bonus. [Edit - I have had TOO MUCH Chill-Enhancement and forgot that I did post this as part of an ask, but here it is again anyway so I can link it as part of a Masterlist.]

----------------------------- The car had barely had time to turn on before her phone started ringing, the bluetooth connection taking a second to finalize with the stereo as she tried to fumble for the buzzing, singing block in her pocket. She adjusted the volume via the steering wheel's controls as Dyna's voice came to life all around her in the blue sedan.

"Hello?" Melanie asked, unsure if the bluetooth had fully connected or not.

"Hey gorgeous, bad news," Dyna's voice returned loudly as she lowered the volume further. "Mark just called, not sure if it's a burst pipe or someone fucked up one of our toilets at the gym, but women's washroom is a pool and I gotta go deal with that. Need a rain check on the lunch date."

"Oh shit," the short-haired woman groaned. She let herself fall heavily back against the driver's seat, 'so much for a Big Day'. "That's fair, girl, you do what you gotta do. We can reschedule for another time."

"I hope this doesn't wrench your plans for the day or anything! You should still head out and do some things for yourself, I know you were looking forward to it."

"Thanks Dee, I appreciate it, but I think I'm gonna head back in and take a nap," she said defeatedly. "Was feeling a bit off today anyway, I'm alright to postpone. Catching up on sleep would probably be a smart idea anyway."

"That sounds good, girl. Tell the Big Guy I said hi," Dee replied with a laugh.

"He hates when you call him that," Melanie stressed, shaking her head. "But I'll let him know. Good luck and god speed with the shit swamp."

"Thanks babe, and tell him if he didn't hate it so much I wouldn't bother saying it!"

The call disconnected and Melanie reached forward to remove the key, sighing as she rested in the quiet. It wasn't Dyna or the gym bathroom's fault that her plans were askew. She had been hoping to have a day to go be Big and loud and clumsy outside of the house for over a week, but nightmares and indigestion had had her tossing and turning most of the night. She had felt even since this morning that today was likely to be a wash.

She picked up her purse from the passenger seat and slung it back over her shoulder, exiting the car to head back to the house. Sleeping off the disappointment was probably the best plan, and it still gave Henry a chance to be- at least mostly- alone for a few hours.

"Change of plans," she called in her regular speaking voice as she re-entered the house, kicking off her shoes in the small entry hall and heading toward the door to his room, tapping on the door frame. "Dyna's got an emergency at the gym, so we're rescheduling. I was gonna take a nap for a few hours and see how I'm feeling after that, if that works for you?"

There was a suspicious level of silence that returned to her, and Melanie's brow furrowed as she waited. She checked the time on her phone again; she'd been out of the house less than 15 minutes, and last she had spoken to him he was on the way back to his room to hit the head and work on some journaling for the early afternoon. That was maybe a half hour ago, before she finished getting ready.

"Henry?" Her voice called as she stepped away from his room slowly, her eyes scanning the floor for the 7-inch tall man, her eyes moving up the stairs as she waited to hear the call of his mariner's whistle. The longer the silence went on, the more suspicious she became.

She walked to the landing between the stairs to the main floor and the stairs to the basement, calling the small sailor's name one last time at the center of the split-level home. There was no way she wouldn't hear the whistle from there.

A sigh erupted from her, and she carefully pulled the purse from her shoulder to the front of her, moving to unzip the top.

---------

Henry grimaced as the roof of his hiding place opened, light spilling into the space he occupied in the black-fabric lining. His eyes shot up to see hers, the massive hazel irises darting until her pupils landed on him. "To be fair," he called defensively, guilt already creeping up on him as her eyes moved up and away to the ceiling, a breathy swear leaving her giant form, "I was expecting you to put the purse down once you were back inside."

"Henry," she groaned, holding the purse open with one hand while the other slipped in, his hands guiding it to him carefully. Her thumb and fingers slid around him gently, his arms pressing down over the tops of them as he patted the back of her hand in signal that he was ready for the lift. “How?” She asked quietly and unamused as she pulled him out of the purse, letting the bag swing back under her arm as she let it go.

“Which part?” He asked after an uncomfortable hesitation, waiting for her other hand to come help support him as his feet dangled in the open air, his arms tensing. She tipped her hand back slightly, letting him push and move himself into a seated position in her palm, her other hand resting on her hip as she refused to help him.

“I made sure the purse was closed so this wouldn’t happen again,” she explained with a sigh, watching him adjust himself awkwardly until his legs were dangling over the heel of her palm. Color came to his cheeks as he guiltily locked eyes with her, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he battled with himself over whether he should give away his secret. “Henry,” she prompted tiredly.

He was busted, he knew it. If she had gone to lunch and other things, he probably would’ve been safe to escape and move to her coat like he had initially planned, or she would’ve gone through her usual routine of putting her purse down on the basement couch before going to the washroom when she returned, giving him time to get out and move to somewhere less conspicuous.

“You leave the front pocket open for your keys,” he admitted quietly, his eyes breaking from hers and glancing around the room, “and the tear I made the first time was never repaired, so I slipped in through there.” His arm flew out to grab her thumb quickly as her hand swung to the side, her free hand coming up to rub her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said, squirming as he watched the upset look come over her face.

“You know why I don’t like this happening without my consent,” she said, her eyes opening again to look at him disappointedly. “It’s dangerous if I don’t know you’re in there.”

“I know,” he admitted defensively, his eyes moving again to meet hers, “but! I trusted that you would take your purse along like you normally would, and I know that you usually stop back at the house between lunch and any other plans for the day.”

Her eyebrows raised over a sharp expression; his calm explanation of how he had determined how safe this particular venture was going to be seemed to obviously not have the effect he wanted it to have on her. Air rushed into her as she took a long, steadying breath, her hand moving from her forehead slowly. He pointed to it with a timid expression, trying to wave it closer to him. For one, he could use a bit of extra support this high off of the ground, and for two, he knew if he could touch her a bit more, he could soothe her temper a bit. “The idea that you planned this really isn’t making me feel better about any of it,” she leveled.

“I know,” he said again, still trying to gently coax her hovering hand toward him, “but--”

“No,” she said firmly, sighing again, “there’s no ‘buts’ here. Sometimes I want time to myself, the same as you do, so I don’t have to worry about things like if I’m going to accidentally hurt you somehow or that I’m being too loud, or just…”

“Melanie,” his voice called soothingly to her as her eyes dropped to the floor, her shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” Henry’s hand gripped at her thumb lightly, trying to rub it comfortingly while maintaining as much support from it as he could. Her eyes moved back up to him over a glum expression; she was disappointed, more than mad, and it stung him. “Can I have your other hand, please?” He asked meekly.

The ‘please’ did its magic and she caved almost instantly, her other hand sweeping toward him gently as he guided her thumb to his chest, her fingers wrapping around her others behind him and closing around him gently. She softened but still didn’t smile as his arms moved to coil around her thumb tightly, hugging it to himself. “If the only way you were going to avoid upsetting me was by not being caught, I don’t think that counts as not meaning to,” she leveled quietly again.

He sighed, fidgeting under her words and tone. “You’re right,” he admitted, “I should’ve given you your space for the day.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, her tone still unhappy but her mood lightening just a little. He shifted his legs, pushing her thumb up his body a bit more so he could lean forward and rest his face along the side of it. His eyes turned up to try and work their charm.

“Do you think I could be forgiven, this time?” He asked teasingly as he saw the color come to her face, grinning as her thumb wiggled against his beard and cheek, his arms squeezing it tighter. Her breath gently washed over him as she sighed again, lifting him up closer to her eye level.

“You’re too much trouble, you know that?” She asked, smirking.

“I wouldn’t say I’m too much trouble,” he drawled, his eyes arching away as he feigned innocence. She scoffed, making him laugh while she slipped her thumb out from his grasp, her hands moving position to help him stand in her palm.

“I would,” she retorted, her eyes looking around the room and landing on the bookshelf next to them, walking in front of it once he was stable. Her eyes scanned the top shelf, idly. “I could probably find a way to keep you out of trouble, though.”

He smirked at her, turning around to follow her gaze. “Can you even see what’s up there?” He asked her, teasingly, and she crooked a finger to wiggle against his side playfully.

“Don’t make fun,” she quipped as he giggled from the tickle. Whenever he could, he tried to make fun of her height. “I can’t see the titles of the books up there, no,” she admitted after trying to get on her tiptoes.

“I can check them,” he offered with a laugh, “I’m taller than you, after all. It’s the least I can do.”

She spread a sly grin behind him as he looked at the top shelf. “Alright, if you say so,” she said, stepping toward the shelf and raising her hands over her head carefully, Henry reaching out to grab the ledge and letting Melanie push his feet and legs up level with the shelf, walking over toward the books as she stepped back to watch him.

“Are you sure one of these is going to be useful?” He called tauntingly from the shelf as he walked from end to end, checking the titles. “I don’t see how any of them would be helpful in keeping me out of trouble.”

“They’re all doing a good job right now,” her voice called back mischievously. Henry’s brow furrowed as he turned to look down at her, watching her cross her arms under a smug expression.

“What do you--?” He started to ask as she turned and started heading for the stairs, his mouth falling open as he staggered to try and follow her.

“I’m heading to nap,” she called softly. “You’re in time-out until then.”

“That’s not funny,” he shouted, panic slightly setting in as he looked at the immense distance back to the ground, stepping back further from the ledge instinctively.

“Neither was you stowing away again,” her voice came back, her footsteps reverberating as she took the highest set of stairs to the top floor. “See you later.” “Melanie?” He called as he heard her footsteps walking farther away from above him. “Melanie!” He shouted as he heard her bedroom door close. Henry looked around the long shelf, taking in the books, the dust, and the odd artistic sculptures on either end with a long sigh. “…Well, I suppose I deserve this.”

[lazysublimeengineer]

foolish one

Summary: I know how to act like I'm fine.

Characters: Ken R. & Mitsuya T.

(A/N: I just came back to this fandom and Doramitsu is the first ship that came to my mind to write a one-shot fic about when I heard this song. As a celebration of my birthday, here’s some daily dose of Doramitsu angst to feed the fandom. Also, I can’t wait to see the next season this coming 3rd of October next month as I’m gonna see my favorite white haired boy Izana in the screen. Lastly, I don’t own anything from this franchise except for this fic of mine. Respective ownership belongs to Ken Wakui for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this bittersweet yet catchy song.)

My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right And I will block out these voices of reason in my head

And the voices say, "You are not the exception You will never learn your lesson"

“You’re still good at this Mitsuya!” Remi groaned out in defeat as she placed her cards down on the table, glaring at the set of full house from the boy himself.

Mitsuya chuckled lightly. “I guess I’m a natural at this. Well, Draken you wanna lay down your cards here or you too scared to admit defeat?” He asked the blond who was still holding his cards silently in his hands.

“Now, now don’t get too cocky there Mitsuya or you’ll probably regret it.” Draken smirked at him as he finally placed his cards on the table which made Remi whistle and wiped off the smug expression on Mitsuya’s face.

A straight flush.

“Damn. You got me there.”

“Not always. But when I do, it’s damn satisfying.”

Draken grinned at him and Mitsuya willed out the unnecessary thoughts inside his head and the way his heart somersaulted like crazy inside his chest.

He really needed to learn his lesson to not repeat his mistakes again.

Foolish one Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will take the long way, you will take the long way down

You know how to keep me waitin' I know how to act like I'm fine Don't know what to call this situation But I know I can't call you mine And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof 'Cause when my head is on your shoulder It starts thinkin' you'll come around And maybe, someday, when we're older This is something we'll laugh about Over coffee every mornin' while you're watching the news

But then the voices say, "You are not the exception You will never learn your lesson"

The sun was already setting.

But Mitsuya continued to stay behind the EC homeroom as he waited for someone.

They always wait for each other to go home after school anyway.

It’s a routine between the two of them ever since they became closer and became one of the co-founders of Toman.

Regardless, if one of them is late for a few minutes they would patiently wait for one another before leaving the building.

A chiming ring from his phone jolted out of Mitsuya’s thoughts and fished for the device inside his pockets.

Upon seeing Draken’s name on the screen, a smile immediately lit up his face.

However, it was gone in a flash as soon as he opened his message and read the contents:

‘Sorry. Couldn’t make it today as Emma is requesting me to help her with something around the house. You can go home without me. I’ll make it up to you the next day.’

Foolish one Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will take the long way, you will take the long way down Foolish one Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out

Now I'm slidin' down the wall with my head in my hands Sayin', "How could I not see the signs?" Oh, you haven't written me or called But goodbye screamin' in the silence And the voices in my head are tellin' me why

Several days had passed but Draken didn’t keep his promise.

For one straight week, he went home alone after school.

Which should’ve been okay since he was doing it in the past right?

But ever since he met Draken and the blond had entered his life seamlessly, their routinary activities together made him used to it that when it doesn’t go as planned in each day, it left him bereft, and a strange pang would strike upon his chest.

Every other day he would glance at his phone.

Waiting for his call or message.

But the blank screen on his phone would greet him as always.

And that was a glaring answer enough that he should face into even if it made his heart ache at the harsh realization of their situation.

The realization that they would just remain as friends and that line will never be crossed forever.

'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring And you will say you had the best of intentions And maybe I will finally learn my lesson

Foolish one Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will take the long way, you will take the long way down Foolish one Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out, oh-oh, oh, oh

“Sorry. I’ve been busy these past few days and I couldn’t walk with you the other day after school...” Draken smiled at him sheepishly as they trudged along the pavement one afternoon.

Mitsuya should resent him... be angry with him for disappearing on him for a week and just appeared out of nowhere with that damn sincere, apologetic look on his face as if he just made a minor hiccup on their friendship.

But who was Mitsuya kidding?

He knew within himself that he had a soft spot for his other Twin Dragon and he’d forgive him immediately regardless of mistake he made upon him.

“Wow. You must be popular these days to have that kind of hectic schedule.” Mitsuya joked and tried to mask his innermost thoughts and feelings away.

“Oi. Between the two of us you’re more popular at school.” Draken replied with a disgruntled sigh, leaving his lips. “Besides I’m helping out Emma with some of her schoolworks and errands at their house.” He finished quietly and looked away.

This made Mitsuya pause in his tracks and blinked at him a few times.

He didn’t miss that look.

“You’re spending a lot of time with her these past few days.” Mitsuya remarked in a carefully crafted casual voice.

“Course I am... She needs my help... and I also enjoy spending my time with her.” Draken answered in a gruff voice. His back was turned to him as he kept walking ahead.

But Mitsuya could imagine his reaction vividly.

Flush cheeks and obsidian eyes glancing away as his veiled emotions were shimmering around his pupils.

He swallowed thickly and smiled ruefully before walking ahead.

Perhaps he should’ve walked out from this chaotic mess inside his heart when he had a chance.

But when it came to Draken, he was really a foolish one.

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la Ain't never gonna come Ooh, you will learn the hard way now Foolish one Sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love They ain't never gonna come And thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out Foolish one The day is gonna come for your confessions of love When all is said and done, he just wasn't the one No, he just wasn't the one

(A/N: Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[linskywords]

for the fic meme: "obsessed with the "i'm baby" "he's baby" dynamic that's going on here. also with the idea of kaner living in a restored Victorian house"

Ahahaha love it. Not sure if I really got the baby dynamic in here, but I did make them pathetic; hopefully that counts. 😅 Here's the opening:

Patrick didn't expect, three weeks after breaking up with his girlfriend, to end up restoring a two-hundred-year-old Victorian mansion.

He could have just gotten a new apartment. He should have just gotten a new apartment. That's what his entire family told him, anyway. But his real estate agent--tall, terrifying high heels, very little regard for the parameters of what Patrick said he was looking for--brought him to this decrepit house with its crumbling facade that could be majestic and instead is struggling to stand up, and he just...didn't want to leave. Couldn't stop seeing what the house it could be if someone did right by it. Handed over a ridiculous amount of money for it even though everyone in his life said, rightly, that he was nuts.

[...And once Jonny has started hanging around:]

The next morning, Jonny's still there.

"Thought you said this house was stupid," Patrick says over his first cup of coffee.

Jonny's inhaling the steam desperately like he can't wait for it to cool down far enough to drink. "It is stupid," he mumbles.

"You have an entire non-stupid condo you could be staying at instead," Patrick says.

Jonny frowns at his coffee like it's wronged him. "You should start with the staircase today," he says.

"You're just hoping you can get to an actual guest room tonight," Patrick says.

Jonny doesn't deny it. "I'll drive us to Home Depot," he says. "You drive too slow."

***

Twelve hours later, they both have to admit that the staircase is a failure. "I think it's time to hire a contractor," Patrick says, dropping the remains of the banister on a pile of broken beams. One of the piles of broken beams.

"That's giving up," Jonny says from under the stairs.

"You're literally lying on the ground right now," Patrick says.

"It's corpse pose," Jonny says. "It's for my lower back."

Patrick crawls under the stairs and collapses next to him. His lower back isn't too thrilled with him, either. The consequence of playing a dozen years of professional hockey. "There's a hole in the bedroom wall," he says, after a couple minutes of staring at it.

"That was there before," Jonny says.

It was not there already. Patrick would have noticed if he was sleeping in a room with a hole in it. Especially if that beam was already jutting out of his mattress. "I guess we're both sleeping in the living room tonight," he says.

"You can have one of my pillows," Jonny says graciously.

***

They both end up in the middle of the living room floor that night, on a nest of blankets that doesn't do nearly enough to cushion the hardwood floor. "You're such a freak for choosing this voluntarily," Patrick says.

"You're choosing it, too," Jonny says.

"I am not. This is my house. And my bed got ruined."

"You have money. There are hotels."

"Yeah, well." Patrick's head is heavy, and he's already horizontal. "This isn't that bad."

"Exactly," Jonny says, much less smugly than Patrick would have expected. Maybe the staircase wore him out. It certainly wore Patrick out: he feels like he does the morning after a playoff game, one with triple overtime and too many double shifts. He feels like his body is crumbling into the hardwood floor, like maybe when he wakes up tomorrow he'll be another pile of debris.

"Kaner," Jonny says, when Patrick's decided he's probably fallen asleep already.

"Mm."

"Do you think you're gonna date again?"

That wakes Patrick up a little. "Oh god. I don't know. I mean, eventually, yeah?"

"Yeah, but, like...soon?"

"Fuck no." Just the sound of it is awful. Patrick can't even imagine it: going through all the work of getting to know someone new and figuring out how to fit her into his life. The house is enough work as it is. "Why do you care?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Yeah, well. It's not like you're dating. It's been, what, two years?"

"I date."

"Not seriously."

"No." Jonny's quiet for a bit. "I think maybe I'm not gonna," he says.

"What, like, ever?"

"No, just...not for a long time. I don't know." Jonny pauses. "Maybe never."

Whoa. That's...something. Patrick immediately has about five thousand questions. He's not sure he wants to ask any of them, though. Maybe he should--maybe that's why Jonny said it, so that Patrick would ask him about it. But he's not sure he can bring himself to do it. Not right now, not tonight. It feels like too much for this moment, for lying exhausted on his living room floor, for Jonny three feet away from him in the dark.

"Well," Patrick says finally, "I guess you'll have lots of time to help me with the house."

[x3kristax3]

After Duskwood- Chapter 18

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A/N: I'm on an editing mission this weekend so be ready to read a ton of chapters.

Cute and fluffy chapter

It's the next morning when I wake up remembering everything that happened last night as Jake is laying in bed next to me playing on my phone. I lean over and kiss his cheek.

"Do you remember everything from last night?" He asks with a devilish smirk.

"Yes" I say with a big smile on my face " it was steamy and passionate and rough." 

"Good, I'm glad you remember," he says, grabbing my chin and kissing me. He pulls away and my eyes are still closed. "I bought our flight tickets back to Duskwood'' he says.

"We should probably figure out if we're gonna stay there or here" I say, with a sigh knowing this isn't going to be an easy choice.

"Where do you want to stay?" He asks.

"After spending two days with my family and friends I sure do miss them but I want you to have a relationship with Lilly and Hannah" I say.

"Then when we go back we see which feels better" he says as he pulls me close to him and our legs intertwined as I realize we're both still completely naked.

"What time is it anyway?" I ask with a naughty smile.

"We don't have time before checkout, " he says, running his hand through my hair.

I pout "I guess I'll get up and go shower then" I say as I sit up.  He pulls me back and kisses me deep. I smile and get up and head into the bathroom leaving the door cracked open.

I shower and get out and realize he didn't join me. I get dressed and head out to the room and he's not there then I hear the door unlock and he comes back in with coffee and a bagel for each of us. "You scared me" I say with his knife in my hand. 

"I'm glad you thought of using that to protect yourself" he says with a smile as he hands me a coffee. I take it and putting the knife in my bag.

"You know you spoil me right with coffee" I say with a smile. 

"I promised your dad I'd always take care of you and that includes coffee and breakfast," he says, handing me my bagel.

I look at the bagel wrapper and it says I love you MC "did you write this?" I say.

"Yes I did" he says.

I kiss him "I love you too Jake" I say with a smile. I could get used to this with him every day of my life.

***** 

We checked out and head back to my parents place Ashley runs up to us when she sees us walk through the door.

"Can I please come with you to Duskwood?" She asks.

"No there is some unfinished business Jake and I have to deal with but you might have a second home there" I say.

"Are you thinking of staying there?" Asks mom.

"We're gonna see how things play out. Jake and I both love being here but he has his sisters in Duskwood and I want him to have a relationship with them and being half way across the world makes that kind of hard" I say.

"Just make the right decision MC" says mom.

"We will, also I notice he's been sleeping more since we've been here so that will also play into effect" I say looking into his blue eyes that make me melt.

"Already you two are looking out for each other. I do love seeing this MC," my mom says.

"That's not far" says Jake, pulling me against him.

"Oh but it is. When you're up for too many days you get irritable and that's when I have to force you to sleep. Forcing you to sleep here has not been an issue" I say as I put my bag down. "Ugh, I'm gonna have let Maggie and Alex know. When are the plane tickets for?" I say looking at Jake.

"Tomorrow" he says with a sigh knowing that means another night out on the town with the 2 of them.

I realize his frustrated look and I grab his hand and pull him into my room "I thought you liked them" I say looking confused. 

"I do but I planned something tonight just us" he says.

"Like a date?" I say as my face lights up.

"Yeah," he says, pulling me close.

"Ill send them a text but tell them we have plans tonight" i say as i kiss him

"No MC I'll share you tonight with everyone and when we get back to Duskwood we will do something" he says with a sigh 

"You mean Colville where they are keeping them" I say. I see him freeze and realized when we were out there we never went into Colville. I pull him close to me "hey you'll have me" I say. 

"Colville holds a part of my past we hadn't talked much about" he says looking down at me.

"Whenever you're ready too I'm here" I say, lacing my hands into his as I look into his eyes. 

He leans his forehead against mine and we stand there for a moment just being close to eachother. He finally moves away as he packs his bag to head back to duskwood. I pickup my phone and call Maggie and Alex.

They both answer at the same time which confuses them as they didnt call each other until I laugh and I have them on speaker so Jake hears them. 

"MC, what are you doing?" Maggie.

"Figured it was easier to tell you guys this way instead of text but Jake and I are heading back to Duskwood tomorrow"  I say.

"What, you just came back!?" Alex exclaims.

"There is something him and I have to deal with. I'm also unsure when we will be back," I say. I see Jake grabbing some of my clothes and throwing them in my bag "Jake what are you doing?"

"Getting you some more clothes cause you packed light" he says.

'Wait, are we speaker?" Says Maggie.

"Yeah" I say.

"Man I was gonna talk some shit" Alex says.

"Behave guys" I say with a glare at my phone.

Jake sees and laughs "they can't see it" he says.

"We know that face to that line very well" says Maggie.

"Are we hanging out then tonight?" Asks Alex.

"Well thats up to you. Jake told me he had plans but he can do it when we're in Duskwood" I say.

"As much as I'd love to see my bestie again you guys need a night just you two" says Alex.

"Oh we did last night. We got a hotel room" I say looking at Jake as he gets changed in front of me and I just stop and stare.

"MC!" Alex and Maggie exclaim at the same time.

"I'll let your imagination run with that bit of info but if you guys wanna hang out text me," I say. I hang up as I put my phone down and wrap my arms around Jake leaning into his back.

"You realize they know what you meant right?" Says Jake.

"Oh I know that isn't a secert but they don't need to know the details" I say as I kiss his back where there is a scar that hasn't been covered up. "What's this scar from?" I ask, running my fingers on it.

He spins me around and puts me in my dresser "my ex threw a glass at me during a fight because I tried to walk away from it" he says.

I trace some of the other ones "any other from her?" I ask looking.

"Just one on my heart. She backstabbed me with someone I thought was my best friend" he says.

I kiss him "is that why you're so reluctant to have me meet people from your life?" I ask.

"Yeah but if we do the tattoos you will be meeting someone whom I have a history with but she's the only one I trust" he says.

"I promise to try and not be the jealous girlfriend" I say.

"No you can be if you feel the need. You're the only one I have eyes for though" he says as he cups my face and kisses me gently.

My bedroom door opens and it’s Sean "you guys in here?" He says.

"Yeah the closet" I say getting off the dresser and looking through more clothes to bring.

"Mom and dad said you guys are leaving again?" He says.

"Yeah we have to go and finish up something. We're unsure how long we are gonna stay" I say.

"Jake, keep her safe," Sean says.

"Geezz. why does noone thing I can keep myself safe. Not likeI haven't been all these years" I say sitting on the floor grabbing some shoes.

"You weren't living, you were surviving," says Sean. "Except when you would go out with Maggie and Alex. The two of them always got you to loosen up."

"Because they are best friends.. shit ive known Maggie since preschool and Alex since i was in diapers" I say.

"You've known them that long," Jake asks , looking surprised.

"Yeah we went through times of rough patches like all friendships but always fix things" I say as I grab some sneakers, a pair of boots that go with everything and a pair of heels.

"We just want you to be safe" says Sean as he goes to ny jewelry stash and grabs the locket and tosses it to me "you better bring this, this time." 

"I was unsure what was gonna hapoen and didnt want to lose it" I say. I open the loket and there is the original picture on one side and a newer one on the other side. "when did you do this?" I ask, looking at Sean.

"When you left for duskwood I came in here to look for any idea where you went and saw you left so I brought it back and had them add that photo." He says.

I get up and hug him "you know that's from my 21st before you and Alex got my shit faced" I say.

'I know, now you have to be there for Ashley to do the same thing" he says.

"I'm never gonna be the sister I was when I got fired from the FBI. That wasn't the relationship i wanted with her" I say.Jake is standing there looking at us "come here" I say. I  reach an arm for him and he comes close "the two guys that have always kept me safe finally getting along" I say with a smile.

"Dad told me he asked for his permission by the way" says Sean.

"You know that doesnt mean I’m engaged already right?" I say.

"Oh I know. It just means he's family already if dad approves" he says letting me go "but I'll let you guys finish packing."