#Inspired by a video on YouTube of a boy going to his baby sister’s room after she woke up.

[freedomforthewin]

Playtime

“Theseus, honey!” Mrs. Scamander called from the staircase. Theseus, who had been watching TV in the living room that led to the staircase, looked up at her.

“Newt’s awake,” she smiled knowingly.

“Newt’s awake?!” Theseus stood up. “Yaaaay!” He ran up the stairs and tripped.

“Careful, honey!” Mrs. Scamander laughed.

Theseus picked himself up and straightened his clothes. He speed walked the rest of the way to Newt’s room and opened the door.

Newt, who was standing in his crib, turned towards the door. His lips curled into a big smile when he saw who was there.

“Hi, Newt!” Theseus said happily as he came closer to his baby brother, who giggled.

Theseus got the step stool that was next to the crib and positioned it in front of Newt. Theseus climbed on it and then looked at Newt.

“Ready to play?”

Newt’s arms waved up and down.

[itsallyscorner]

okay so I love littlemix!reader x Tom holland??? the best pairing ever??? Anyways could you do something based of Holiday, like it’s obviously based off their lovers and maybe his reaction to the song & mv? Pls I’m in love with Baby Mix btw 😌❤️

Glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland fics, I’m enjoying them too🥰 Thank you for the support on Baby Mix, btw, I appreciate it! Sorry for taking so long! Much love and happy reading💖

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Holiday

I completely forgot when the girls dropped the video so I’m making up a time. Enjoy:)

Counting down the minutes to midnight, Tom continuously refreshed the YouTube app on your smart tv. The two of your were in his shared home with Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine. You’ve been staying with the lot since the beginning of quarantine; London’s travel ban prevented you from catching a flight back home to your family, resulting in your boyfriend, Tom, begging you to stay with him and his mates. You didn’t have a problem with it in all honesty, the boys were great and respectful roommates. Though you were the only woman in the house, they provided you with entertainment and respected your alone time. They were a nice group of lads, letting you in on inside jokes and making you feel like you were part of the gang. By now, you probably were part of the gang. Harrison even considered on replacing Tom with you.

“Bubs, the video’s not gonna be up yet.” You glance at the screen that showed the previous videos the band’s channel posted. Tom huffed, nudging your arms apart so he can squeeze through them to lay on your chest. The two of you were currently in his room waiting for the release of Holiday’s music video. Tom had been anticipating the video all day, asking for hints about the music video’s concept and wondering how it looked.

With his body snuggled up against yours, he rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arm around your torso. His other hand reached towards the tv with the remote as he clicked the video for Break Up Song.

“I know it’s not gonna be up yet, but what if they accidentally uploaded it early? I wanna see the video already.” He whined. His fingers began to drum to the beat of Break Up Song on your stomach.

You laughed, fingers carding through his brown curls that have grown for the past months. He hums along to the song while you text the girls. He lets out a chuckle once he sees you on the screen doing the dance that he’s been helping you learn for the video. You had been struggling to get the choreography down and doing the moves on time. Noticing your desperate attempts at the moves, Tom offered to help you. Obviously in the end you perfected the choreography, seeing as it made the video, thanks to Tom.

“You are so cute.” He mused watching you dance around in the video. “Look at you dance, I don’t know what you were so worried about. You look so adorable when you dance and look at your face! Just wanna squish those cheeks together.” He began to tease you. You whine his name out as he reached up to squish your cheeks together with his hand. Your phone began to rang causing him to stop. He glances at the sceeen, “It’s my best friend, lemme answer it.”

“Go ahead.” You giggled handing him your phone. His head remains on your chest as he answers the FaceTime call. Jesy pops up on the screen with a giant smile but it drops once she sees Tom, changing into a playful scowl.

“Hi best friend!” Tom greets her loudly, a playful grin on his face. Jesy rolls her eyes at the boy.

“Hi Tom.” She greeted him sarcastically. “Give the phone to (y/n).”

“She’s right here, see,” Tom moved the phone further away so you were both in the frame. You waved at her, “Jess I miss you!” You cried.

“I miss you too darling—Tom give her the bloody phone!” Jesy scolded him through the phone. He let out a dramatic sigh before handing you your phone and snuggling into your stomach, mumbling something about “not being able to catch a break from the constant bullying of Jesy Nelson.”

“Right just a few minutes left, I’m trying to get the other girls on here.” Jesy explained as she tapped around her phone. Sooner or later. The two of you were joined by Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.

Perrie let out a squeal as she saw everyone on the screen, “You guys I miss you so much!”

“Didn’t we all see each other just a few weeks ago?” Jade asked sipping on a glass of wine as per usual.

“Yeah, on the set, but it’s a few weeks too long.” You pouted. You noticed that everyone was drinking except for you, “Wait, has everyone got a drink except for me?”

Leigh-Anne’s eyes scanned everyone on the screen, “You are, are you in bed already? It’s so early babe.”

“Leigh-Anne’s it’s literally about to be midnight, it’s late.” Jesy chimes. Jade makes a sound of disagreement, “I mean does time even matter anymore?”

“What day is it anyway? I’ve lost track.” Perrie thought out loud. You moved to get up from the bed but Tom stopped you. “Where are you going?” He whispered.

“I’m getting a drink, I’ll be back.” You patted his cheek before sitting up. He stops you once again and stands from the bed, “I’ll get you one.” He kisses your temple and leaves the room.

“Aww, was that Tom?” Jade asked leaning closer to her camera. You hummed, “Yup, being the amazing boyfriend he is and getting me a drink.”

Perrie smirked at you, “Gosh, there’s that smile again. She’s whipped for ‘im ladies!” The girls began “ooo-ing” like a bunch of elementary school girls. “Guys, stop.” You whine.

“Have you told him the part you wrote was inspired by him?” Leigh-Anne asked, chin in her palm.

“No, I’ll tell him while he’s watching. He’s been so excited the whole day, probably more than me.” You chuckle. As if on cue, Tom comes back in with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Tom’s going to be so nerdy about it, like a cute nerdy, you know what I mean? All mushy gushy. Like how he gets whenever (y/n) kisses his cheeks.” Jesy said as the girls cooed. Tom peeks from beside you.

“Did I hear that correctly? Did Jesy just compliment me?” He asked everyone, looking back at you for confirmation. You shrugged as you looked at Jesy. Jade stifled a laugh at Jesy’s annoyed expression.

“Oh fuck off you div. It’s an observation. You could barely compose yourself whenever you’re around (y/n).” Jesy playfully jabs at him. You adored their friendship, it was like a brother/sister bond. Jesy being the older sibling and Tom being the annoying little brother.

“Jes, leave the poor boy alone, he makes our baby happy.” Perrie defended Tom. Tom smiles thankfully at her, “Thank you Perrie, at least I know some of you like me.”

Tom pops open the champagne and takes one of the glasses to pour the beverage in, “But I’ll take it as a compliment Jes. Cheers to that.” He raises his glass and clinks it with your phone screen. You and the girls continue to talk until midnight. When the video was finally released you all celebrated and took some screenshots of each other to post later.

When your FaceTime call with the girls ended, you turned to Tom, who already had the video up on the screen. He made grabby hands at you and pulled you to sit in between his legs. With his back against the headboard he made sure the two of you were comfy before asking you, “Can I click play now?”

You chuckled at him as his leg bounced, “Yup.” He pressed play, placing the remote down and wrapping his arm around your front to pull you closer to him. The intro to the video starts, the title of the song appearing on the screen in a water type font. Jesy pops up on the screen singing her part, Tom cheers yelling “It’s my best friend!”

Tom hypes each of the girls up while they appear on the screen, cheering their names. When the chorus comes, his brows furrow as he looks down at you. “Wait where are you? Why—why didn’t they show you yet?” He questioned you, visibly upset. You were about to answer but instead pointed to the screen when you realized your part was coming up.

Boy, have I told ya?

You give it to me like no other guy

We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (summer)

And that's why I'm so glad I made you mine

You appeared on the screen, body cladded in a white bikini that had gold straps for both the bra and thong. You bursted out laughing when you saw Tom’s reaction. His eyes look like they were about to bulge out his head while his jaw was slacked.

“Holy...shit.” He mumbled eyes glued to the screen as you sang. The scene was you in that blue hallway type set. You looked at the camera, bedroom eyes fully activated as your back slid down the wall. You felt his grip around you tighten, his breathing getting deeper.

The scene changed to the one with the planets, sculptures, and lounging chairs. You were seen walking towards a Chaise lounge, giving the camera a perfect view of your bum. While you sat sideways on the couch in the video, Tom couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked in the video. You looked like a goddess, confident as you strutted around in that little number of yours in the video.

You turned to look at him once your part was done and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You know my whole part was about you right?” His head snaps to look at you, “You wrote something about me in a song?”

“Tommy, I always do. Who else would I be singing about?” You asked him amused. He took a second to think before shaking his head, “I thought it was in general, like it was based on how you would feel if you were with someone that made you feel that way.”

You nod at his explanation, “Well yeah, the fans could see it that way. But when I sing it, it’s about you.”

A goofy grin made its way to his face before he giggled, “It’s about me.” He pulled you into a hug from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He turned back to the tv to see you all dressed as mermaids while you sang your part in the chorus.

“Wait what—you’re mermaids?” The look of confusion appeared on his face again as he tried to figure out the video. He looked at you then back to the screen, repeating the action a few times.

“I never thought I’d say this, but if you were a mermaid, I’d still fuck you.” He confessed with a shrug. You bursted out laughing at his confession, “How do you even fuck a mermaid, Tom?”

His hands gripped your sides, voice going down an octave, “You tell me, (y/n). Get the mermaid tail back and we’ll find out.” You looked at him shocked, “Thomas!”

He laughed dropping the act and went back to watching the music video. “Wait, I’m still cofused. I thought you guys were in space cause of the planets and stuff. Why are you guys also underwater? And mermaids?” You tilted your head trying to come up with an answer for him.

“Um—it’s a spa, on a another planet, which also has an ocean I’m guessing, and that’s why we’re also mermaids?” You explained, also questioning yourself.

“I like the concept, probably the most random video you guys have had, but it’s sick.” He approved of the video with an impressed look on his face. When the video ended, he immediately pressed replay. Though when your part came up this time he let out a “GOD DAMN” before his eyes scanned you up and down. When he finally felt like he’s processed the music video, he let it play in the background and paid attention to you.

He leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly, “Love, that was amazing. I’m proud of you.” He was quick to add on, “And thank you for writing a part of the song about me, I never thought someone would write a song about me, not even a part. But thank you, I love you so much.”

You giggled shoving your face into his neck as you both moved to cuddling. Suddenly you remembered something you and the boys promised to do.

“Tom! We were supposed to watch the video with the other boys! Remember we promised to not watch it without them?” You leaned back to look at Tom who was already shaking his head.

“Oh they’re not allowed to watch the video.” He muttered. Your brows furrow at him. Tom motions to the tv, the part where your bum was facing the camera on the screen.

“Because of that, I don’t need them seeing that, that’s mine.” One of his hands trail down the length of your back to grip your ass. He rolled over so he was on top of you, dipping his head into your neck, his lips ghosted fluttery kisses along your skin. You let out a content sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered, “But seriously though, you should think about investing in a mermaid tail.”

[kurooisdbest]

Congratulations on 200 🥳🎉

So here we go:

Name: Avery

Boys: Suna, Mattsun and Atsumu

Favorite number: 19

AVERYYYYY thank youu ily 🥺 and sorry for taking so long to make this 😭 I hope you like ittt!!

here are your results!

Suna (Married)

Matsukawa (Engaged) *sorry didn’t know how to make a scenario which makes mattsun ur enemy so I changed Enemies to Engaged fjjsjf

Atsumu (Acquaintances)

SUNA

You were lazily sitting on your couch, watching some random sitcom until you hear the door unlock, followed by the shuffling of footsteps.

You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Suna, trudging his way to you after a long day at practice. “Hey there” you smiled at him.

You could see the exhaustion on his face as he plopped himself on you. He nuzzled his face on your stomach and wrapped his arms around you.

“Tired?” you ask softly as your hand rubbed small circles on his back. “Mhm” he replied making you feel the heat of his breathing on your stomach. He placed one of your hands on his head, asking you to play with his hair.

You giggled at his childishness before doing what he was asking you to do.

“You want something to eat? I cooked for dinner” you attempted to break through his grasp and head to the kitchen but he just tightened his grip on you waist.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer” He looked up at you with tired eyes as a smile graced his face. “Okay, baby anything you want.” you relaxed under his touch and rubbed circles on his back.

Not a few minutes later, you hear his soft snores and decided maybe dinner can wait a little longer, as you let yourself melt with him.

MATSUKAWA

Cooking wasn’t your strong suit. In fact, the gods of culinary probably dreaded you, cursing you with skills only capable of burning anything you “cook”.

But that wasn’t gonna stop you from trying. With the help of Martha Stewart’s youtube videos, you placed everything on the counter and began cooking. Mattsun would be home soon and you want to surprise him with his favorite, cheese-filled hamburger steak! This is easy! or so you thought.

“SHIT!” the flame of the stove engulfed your steak as black smoke emitted from it. Luck wasn’t on your side as the smoke detector went off and the sprinklers began to shower above you. You threw your slipper at the detector, shutting it down. Your eyes started brimming with tears, as frustration started to wash over you.

“Babe?” Mattsun rushed toward you, panicking to see your disheveled state. He placed his hands on your cheeks and lifted your face up to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed. Once you heard his voice, you couldn’t do anything but break into a sob. You buried your face into his chest and grabbed his shirt tight.

“Are you sure you wanna marry me?” you asked in between sniffles. “I don’t even know how to cook!” you sobbed even more, drenching his shirt with your tears.

“Shh baby, I’ll cook for you everyday.” He loosened the grip he had on you and pulled away to make you face him. “Just be my wife everyday.”

ATSUMU

Being the new transferred student, you had no idea with the hierarchy or who the “popular” cliques were and honestly, you didn’t care.

As long as no one bothers you, everything’s alright. All will be well in the world. But being oblivious is also a disadvantage on your part.

You didn’t really get why girls would fawn over the obnoxious blonde seated beside you. To be honest, he was too noisy and lively for your liking. You didn’t detest or dislike him, but you didn’t see him as a friend either.

Today was your english test, and you do fairly well in the subject. You scan the room to see you were the first one finished. but of course you wanted others to finish first so you rested your head on your desk and face in the direction of the blonde seated beside you.

You notice the sweat trickling down on his forehead and his tongue that stuck out in focus. Writing and erasing his answers on his paper, it seemed like he was having a hard time. It was truly painful to watch. Deciding you had enough horror, you slid back the peel of your eraser and put it back on. Putting the eraser under your shoe and kicking it toward him.

Luckily, he noticed. He picked it up and gave you a questioning look. “open it” you mouthed to him, instructing him to check under the peel. He obliged and slid it back. His eyes widen at the answers you wrote and gave you a thumbs up.

Let’s just say since then, you and atsumu began to have a very strange relationship.

note: mattsun’s drabble was heavily inspired by one of the parts of the movie: Four Sisters and a Wedding !

[pain-somnia]

ssm 2k20 day 10: colors of you and me Title: when eye see you Rating: T Disclaimer Day’s Notes: are y’all sick of soulmate AUs? ‘Cause i’m not! Here’s a soulmate au where everyone has heterochromia until they look their soulmate in the eye. And yes there is some inspiration from Jun’s Kitchen in this. It’s my favorite YouTube channel. Minor pairings: ItaKarin and SasoObi. I could have made this longer but I needed to make it shorter lol this fic was impossible to end it was actually meant to be shorter than it is

Sighing to himself, Sasuke brushes his hair out of his face, moving his bangs aside to reveal the vivid sea foam green eye.

Unlike his own dark gray eye, the green one has perfect vision. The optician marks the measurements for both eyes, noting that he needs a slightly stronger prescription for his own eye and a false lens for his partner eye. It was suggested that he switch to contacts so that he would wear one on the eye that truly belonged to him, but Sasuke hates putting things in his eyes.

Some thought he was lucky. The color of his soulmate’s eye is uncommon and that supposedly meant that it would be easier to find them. If he wants to, he can hire one of those people who made a living off of locating people with matching eye colors, but Sasuke doesn’t care about any of that.

Yeah, it was annoying that his eyes were unbalanced when it came to visual impairment and maybe it was ridiculous how often people told him his match had such a beautiful eye color, but Sasuke wants nothing to do with society’s obsession with soulmates.

Riding the train home, Sasuke hides his partner eye behind his bangs. The color catches attention wherever he goes and he’s tired of it. People always want to see the contrasting colors, how vivid it is against the dark colors of his eye and his hair.

It is said that green eyes are lucky, that when people meet their green eyed match that their union would be blessed with great happiness.

Sasuke doesn’t feel very lucky about it when he has relatives fussing over him about finding his match.

Walking into his family home, his nose is invaded with the stench of burnt vegetables. Slipping out of his shoes and tossing his bag next to the genkan, Sasuke opens up the screen door that opens up to the engawa and backyard.

“Karin?” He calls out towards the kitchen from across the informal sitting room. His phone chimes with the arrival of a message and he opens it, not bothering to walk into the other room to check on her. “What are you trying to do now?”

“It’s called cooking!” He heard her shout back from somewhere in the kitchen.

“Oh, gods…”

Karin is his older brother’s match. Originally just a classmate, then his friend—and now most likely his future sister-in-law—Uzumaki Karin is one of his closest friends and, truthfully, the worst cook in the world.

But that’s okay because Itachi is one of the best cooks in the world and spoils her by feeding her and her ridiculously large appetite.

When Sasuke first met Karin, he hadn’t thought anything about her russet color eye paired with a dark gray one or of it being just like the combination his brother had. It’s a common coloring pair, nothing special. But when Sasuke brought her home with two of their friends and she looked Itachi in the eye, they witnessed the moment Itachi’s partner eye shifted colors to match his actual eye and when Karin’s eyes shifted to a matching russet set.

And then they all winced when she shrieked in discomfort because Itachi's prescription for his lenses is a lot stronger than her own.

He really should have known that Karin is his brother’s match. Karin said that her mother told her she was born with her partner eye and Itachi’s had manifested when he was five years old. And then there were the anecdotes of her life that matched with some of the visions Itachi had shared with him.

The ability isn’t as common as their color pairing and it catches more attention, but it’s usually negligible as most sight sharers are not given any visions that help them locate their matches especially because it is an ability more common in children.

Karin’s line to him on their first day of high school was: “I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. But like as a kid.”

They call it sight sharing and that strong emotions are required for it to work. That is why children who are more free with their emotions and are having new experiences to react towards are able to send visions to their matches. Due to their age, most children aren’t even aware that they are sight sharing.

Sasuke has seen his own glimpses. Blurry images impeded by tears and a long fringe of pink hair. A blonde girl with a blue-green eye and one inky black eye holding out a red hair ribbon. The largest bowl of anmitsu he has ever seen in his life. A harbor with boats rocking where they were docked, the water choppy and the sails flapping wildly in the middle of a storm.

He still gets glimpses, even this late in his teens, and he’s not sure how he feels about having a match that felt so strongly, whose emotions were as vivid as fireworks on a clear night sky.

“How did you convince my mother to let you cook in her kitchen? Alone?”

“She loves me.”

And it’s the truth. Uchiha Mikoto has always been a sucker for soulmates finding each other. She showers Karin with affection whenever possible and even Sasuke’s cousin’s match—a short redhead named Sasori with hazel eyes, a curious combination of brown and gray with flecks of gold and green—is subject to her doting.

Sasuke couldn’t describe what Itachi and Karin have as love. There is a fondness his older brother has for Karin that cannot be hidden when he’s giving her soft smiles and treating her gently. It could be love with time, but Sasuke can’t help but wonder if Itachi would have opened up to a relationship with Karin even if she wasn’t his match, or was the opportunity to become more only presented because the universe had forced them into it.

He is told he is lucky because of the color of his match’s eye being uncommon and thus easier to find. He’s lucky because his soulmate is close to him in age, his partner eye not having formed until he was still a baby of only eight months. But Sasuke believes the truly lucky ones are his parents who share the same eye coloring and are in love. They could be soulmates or maybe not. But they love each other despite the odds and it’s not something the universe can say it had a hand in.

Universe or not, Sasuke wanted more of a choice.

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Blinking her eyes, Sakura waits for her contact to settle in her partner eye. It was unfortunate that she had needed to adjust the prescription, but at least she saved money by only needing a contact for a single eye.

Grabbing her eyeliner, Sakura traces her lash line delicately, first over one green eye like seaglass and then over the eye with the color reminiscent of storm clouds. Her partner eye has always reminded her of those clouds, fat and heavy with rain, rolling over the sea and waiting to unleash over her harbor hometown.

It’s a beautiful eye, but Sakura had the misfortune of being born with her partner eye. It made it impossible to age her match. They could be someone only a bit older or a grown adult. With the state of their visual impairment, Sakura wonders if her soulmate is someone that is elderly.

It’s something that she perhaps will never know. She isn’t as lucky as her cousin who found his soulmate while he was bar hopping so Sakura’s decided that it’s probably best that she doesn’t search for her soulmate, not to put her hopes on someone she may never find.

It makes it easier to forget them considering she’s so sure she’s in love with her online friend.

It’s strange but she loves him, she really does. She’s never seen his face because they agreed that it would put a strain on their relationship if they knew about each other’s eyes. What had started as a simple exchange with a boy from Tokyo about a photo she had posted to her blog ended up becoming so much more.

His name is Sasuke but he went online by Taka. He wouldn’t give Sakura his last name and asked that she didn’t give him hers so that they wouldn’t be tempted to search for each other online. He had just turned eighteen in July and was planning on going to Handai for university not even an hour from Tsuji Culinary Institute.

Sasuke is going to be so close.

The two of them had been talking to each other ever since they had entered their respective high schools and after two and a half years of conversation they had decided that the time to meet in person was approaching. Sasuke was going to visit with his cousin and his cousin’s soulmate during winter vacation to look into apartments and the area that Sasuke would make his new home after he graduated high school. It was presumptuous that he would pass the entrance exam and be accepted but she knew how confident Sasuke is and about his test scores. Sakura is supposed to meet with him when he is able to shake off his cousin and his soulmate. They played games together and streamed shows and movies but mostly they streamed the same music and listened together sending messages or talking softly on the phone, but they didn’t call them dates so that their first official date would be one where they were face to face.

More often than not, Sakura falls asleep listening to Sasuke talk over the phone. She is an early riser and he is a night owl so she tends to drift off in the middle of their hours-long LINE calls. She enjoys listening to his voice, the deep timbre of it is soothing.

She can’t wait to hear it and see if his face matches the wonderful sound.

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.

He found her through a video his brother had been watching to learn a new recipe.

Sasuke had found it unusual that Sakura━or “Cherry” as she went by online━didn’t show her face. It’s easier to find one’s soulmate if one’s eyes are exposed, but she never showed her face. Even in her social media accounts she never posts selfies. Sakura’s photos are always of locations or foods she made or of food spots she visited.

She had told him she didn’t want to be bombarded with messages from people claiming she was their match. She didn’t want strangers bothering her and raising her hopes up for nothing and that the only thing they cared about was her eyes.

Sasuke doesn’t care if it’s abnormal to feel affection for someone that he’s never seen. It started with a curiosity that led him to looking through her blog and then he saw it. He saw a photo of the sea before a storm hit over a harbor and it looked just like the glimpse he received a few years ago.

All he wanted to know was where the photo was taken.

And now he’s in a relationship with the person that took the photo.

Sasuke knows the odds of finding his soulmate are low and there’s no guarantee that he would even like them. His cousin Obito had gotten lucky and even Itachi who is fond of Karin despite their differences and Karin’s comparatively high energy levels. It is a gamble and he doesn’t care for the odds. He would rather grow to love a stranger that isn’t his match and be like his great-uncle Madara who never found his soulmate and when his soulmate died, his partner eye turned milky white and blind.

It is much preferable to be blind in one eye and happy than perpetually alone simply because he couldn’t be with his soulmate.

“Here you go.” His older brother interrupts his and Karin’s study session and offers her a small tray with a glass bowl that was leaking a cool mist. Karin squeals and takes out her phone, taking a video as she reveals the smaller bowl inside with a chocolate lid that is cutely decorated with flowers made with icing and berries.

“Did...did you really use dry ice for this?” Sasuke looks on as Karin takes a bunch of photos before digging into her sweet treat.

Itachi shrugs and hands Karin a spoon. “Cherry posted a video about a blueberry cheesecake made with homemade yogurt, so I had to recreate it.”

“I’ll tag her on Instagram when I post these photos.” Karin shoves her books away and pulls the cheesecake closer so that she could dig in. “Ohmygawd this is so good.”

Of course it is. Sasuke looks over Karin’s study materials for Todai. His parents want him to go there, but he made his decision to be closer to Sakura.

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She wonders how he would feel about her accent. The Kansai dialect would be something Sasuke has to get used to if he is going to live in the area. Her cousin is still thrown off at times when he hears the dialect.

Sakura has invited him out to eat some tecchiri at Zubora-ya in Dōtonbori because it’s the best place for fugu despite it being almost an hour by train from Handai. Luckily his cousin has a car and is able to drive them around just so she doesn’t cause Sasuke any trouble before he even gets to meet her.

Snow is swirling around her, flurries landing in her long lashes as she waits under the giant blowfish lantern. She’s never been good with the cold but it’s keeping her grounded as her stomach tumbles with anxiety.

Would Sasuke see her and decide he would prefer to wait for his soulmate?

Will three years of conversations come to a halt when they sit across from each other and are unable to carry on the conversation in person?

Sakura is tempted to walk over to the Lawson and grab something hot to drink and use the walk to calm her nerves. She’s just about to make a break for it when she spots a trio heading towards her. The person standing in the middle is roughly the same height as her with rusty red hair—the red Sasuke had told her to expect from his cousin’s soulmate. Red that belongs to—Sasori?

What was he doing here? Her cousin hadn’t mentioned anything about traveling to Osaka. And now he was walking towards her with his boyfriend, Obito, and a pretty boy she has never seen before.

For a moment Sakura can’t breathe properly and it takes her a few seconds to realize it’s because her inhales and exhales are at too fast of a rhythm for her to actually be intaking oxygen. Hyperventilating will have her passing out right when she’s supposed to meet Sasuke—right when he’s potentially in front of her.

Her hair is pink, a soft shade he couldn’t miss, so when the attractive boy makes his way to stand in front of her, Sakura knows that it’s Sasuke.

Inky black hair frames his angular face. Why hadn’t he warned her that he was pretty? Sakura’s eyes rove his face, taking note of the curve of his lips, the point of his nose, and his high cheekbones that are kissed by eyelashes just as inky black as his hair when he blinks.

Those eyelashes frame one visible eye—the other hidden by hair—and what a beautiful eye it is. Shielded by a pair of glasses, his eye is gray and stormy and oh so familiar.

And the moment she looks at it directly, her left eye stings in discomfort.

.

.

“Shit!”

Sasuke’s eyes widen as the pink haired girl clutches her left eye. She’s cursing as she messes with her eye and throws something on the ground.

A contact.

His feet had moved and his hands had raised to steady her and help in any way he could before he had even processed what just happened.

“Ow…” She grumbles as Sasuke examines her red rimmed eye. His hands freeze from where he’s cupping her face as he looks into a matching pair of seafoam green eyes.

It’s at that moment that he realizes his left eye’s vision is blurry behind its false lens.

“Are you Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asks—because of course she’s Sakura, how many pink haired girls would be waiting under a giant blowfish and asking for someone with his old fashioned name?

“Sakura?”

“Well, that’s a little forward,” Sasori scolds him, attempting to shove him out of the way. “No honorific? Already getting handsy? Tsk, tsk.”

“Sasori-niisan?” Sakura’s attention is stolen for a moment and she turns her focus on Obito’s boyfriend despite the fact that Sasuke is holding her face in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Fugu. Why else?” Sasori snaps his fingers and gestures to Obito who is pulling eye drops from his messenger bag and ready to play nurse.

“What were the fucking odds?” Sasuke mutters under his breath, taking the saline solution from his cousin and dropping it into Sakura’s irritated eye. Fortunately, all of her poking hadn’t done much damage.

She’s crying, but with how she’s smiling it can’t be anything bad and he always knew his soulmate was an emotional person. Sakura’s brushing his hair away from his left eye and letting out a watery giggle at what she sees before covering her mouth with her hands to suppress the sob that leaked between her laughter.

“You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you.” Sakura looks up at him in awe but then her eyebrows draw down into a frown. She was going to make him dizzy with how quickly she flickered through emotions. “Gosh you’re tall.”

“Good thing your hair’s pink.” Sasuke cards his fingers through her hair and teases her. “With your height, I might have never found you.”

Sakura pouts, narrowing pretty green eyes at him, and it makes the moment all the sweeter. A small part of him cheers at how lucky he got that Sakura ended up being so cute but mostly he’s still in shock at the discovery that his online girlfriend ended up being his soulmate. He had given up on the idea of finding his soulmate just for them to be the person he chose over the idea of the universe’s match for him.

But, with the coincidences, did the universe actually have a hand in their connection? His older brother was a fan of her cooking vlog and his cousin was paired up with hers.

And speaking of her cousin...

“Are we getting fugu or what?”

“We’re having a moment here.” Sasuke should have just asked his older brother to come with him on his apartment scouting trip. He had no one else but himself to blame for letting Obito and Sasori come along. He should have known better.

“Have your moment inside.” Sasori pushes at the back of Sasuke’s knee with his heeled boot. “It’s cold and I want the fugu I was promised.”

“Wait a minute…” Sakura’s voice is low, and she eyes her cousin suspiciously. “You knew Sasuke-kun this whole time, Sasori-nii?”

Straightening up, Sasuke turns to glare at Sasori as well. He has been dating Sasuke’s cousin for five years and not once had he mentioned having a cousin with the exact eye pairing that Sasuke has—had.

A rare color pairing that’s supposed to be lucky. Sneaking a glance at Sakura with her green eyes and with the knowledge that she’s the person he’s been growing attached to all of these years, Sasuke’s ready to admit—if only a little—that maybe he is lucky.

No one let his family know that he had that thought.

“You guys didn’t want to know,” Sasori answers, opening up the door to the restaurant. “So, fugu?”

Sasuke and Sakura exchange a look and she smiles up at him encouragingly. Sasuke didn’t come here looking for his soulmate. He came to meet Sakura—just Sakura. He now had a matching set of eyes but it didn’t change anything, not really.

He had already made his choice and it was just luck that the universe had dealt him a winning hand.

“Let’s go find out why this place is so great.”

“Well, have you ever had blowfish before?” Sakura asks, allowing him to guide her inside the restaurant with his hand on the small of her back.

“No, but I kind of like not being potentially poisoned.”

“It makes me feel alive,” Sasori interjects, raising four fingers at a server to signal how many are in their party.

“You’re going to have to be more adventurous.” Sakura flashes a mischievous smile in his direction as they follow their cousins to a table. “I’m going to drag you everywhere and make you try lots of different food.”

“Tough talk from someone that can’t eat spicy food.”

Sakura splutters, cheeks burning red. She hides behind a menu and mutters something about “an abnormal dislike of sweets.”

He’s only seen her face for less than twenty minutes, but he’s decided that he likes how easily her feelings come across it, especially when she flushes from embarrassment.

“It will be nice to video call you from now on,” he casually mentions from over his own menu, watching from his peripheral as her fingers tighten around her menu.

“Your weird flirting is going to spoil the taste of the fugu.” Sasori glares at him over his tea, taking a prim sip.

“You don’t even have taste buds,” Sasuke mutters, wishing even more now that he hadn’t asked Obito to drop him off. “You shouldn’t even have any fugu rights. How could you not know that we were meeting your cousin?”

“Sakura is a common name, don’t try to come for me. I still haven’t given my blessing to this union.”

Sakura snorts from behind her menu and says, “Okay, sure dad.”

She sets her menu down and smiles so sweetly that Sasuke’s tempted to stand up and make a run for it with her, just completely abandon their cousins. Sasori is distracted by the promise of raw blowfish and he’s sure whatever punishment Sasori could come up with would be worth it.

“Video calls would be nice,” Sakura offers, ignoring Sasori’s forced gagging sounds. “But maybe tomorrow we could go out and fix your glasses situation?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke clears his throat and adjusts the pair he’s wearing with only one true lens, “that would be helpful.”

“Then it’s a date!” She chirps. Her eyes gleam when she’s happy and green really is such a nice color, especially on her and not in his reflection. 

“Awwww,” Obito coos, pinching Sasuke’s cheek. “You two are adorable.”

“We’re leaving Obito and Sasori behind tomorrow,” Sasuke snaps, slapping Obito’s hand away.

“I don’t care,” Sasori waves a hand dismissively at him, “just let me eat my fugu and you can keep my cousin for the day. Just return her how you leave with her.”

“You’re incorrigible, Sasori-nii.” Sakura rolls her eyes but she smiles fondly at her older cousin as he steals slices of blowfish from Obito’s artfully decorated plate.

Sakura chats cheerfully with his cousin and talks about how one of the things she wants to do in the future is learn how to prepare fugu properly. Sasuke’s seen the stuff she’s made for her vlog and he doesn’t doubt that one day she’ll be able to prepare it and even make the slices of blowfish into the flower shapes the restaurant forms for their plating.

It’s then that Sasuke is hit with the fact that in a few months that he won’t be watching her from a monitor, that he could be in the kitchen with her if he asked and she was okay with it. He’ll get to spend afternoons with her the same way Karin and Itachi do and go on day trips like Obito and Sasori.

And he made that happen. It was his decision to message her. It was his decision to continue talking to her and get to know her.

Maybe the universe had a hand with all of the coincidences, but it was Sasuke that Sakura wanted. Not his eye but him.

“What’s up?” Sakura asks him as she polishes off the last bit of her serving of tecchiri.

Just thinking about how the universe works.

“Were you ever told that green eyes were lucky?”

Sakura’s eyes widen at the question. Her lips part in shock but she quickly closes them when Sasori snorts behind his napkin. Leave it to Sasori to find a way to snort primly. Even his chuckling has an air of superiority to it. It’s no wonder he didn’t link him and Sakura as familial relations.

Sakura elbows her cousin in the arm to silence him and he throws a glare in her direction.

“Actually,” Sakura’s face flushes once again, “in my family the superstition is that gray eyes are the lucky ones.”

Heat travels up Sasuke’s neck, and the pleasant feeling in his chest can’t be stifled even with Sasori’s smug expression—probably brought on by the fact that his eyes have splashes of gray in them.

“But if it’s green in your family, I guess that means we’re doubly lucky, huh?”

Sakura’s eyes are bright and with the way they sparkle when she’s feeling so fantastically happy, he can’t help but think once again that her left eye was definitely wasted on him.

Sasuke smiles fondly at her cheerful expression and has to suppress the desire to roll his eyes at his own thoughts when he remembers his mother’s stories about green eyes bringing joy.

“Guess that makes us triply happy then, Obito,” Sasori interjects yet again. “I’ve got green and gray in my eyes and you have gray eyes.”

“I guess we are,” Obito cheers, tapping his pint of beer against Sasori’s glass.

“We were having a moment here,” Sasuke grumbles over his cousin’s chortles.

He’s definitely ditching them tomorrow.

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation 

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

[sunshine--temptress]

Claudia you’re a goddess and you’ll have my eternal love if you write Ziam with either 1 or 3 (sorry I’m indecisive 😭😭) Thank you 💜💜

Brooke, thank you!! This was supposed to be short, I wanted to keep it under 500 words and then here we are with a 1.4k fic. I really hope you will enjoy it, here's some baby Ziam.

I liked both number but got super inspired by #3

3. “I’m cold, can you cuddle with me?” “No.”

°•°•°•°

It was their first time in America near Christmas time and Liam was ecstatic. The other boys were all sleeping soundly in their bunks but Liam couldn't contain his excitement. He was in New York. He couldn't believe it, everything looked so alive and colorful even in the middle of the night. He obviously had been in London and saw Piccadilly circus but it was different. It felt different. There was already a sheer blanket of snow on the ground and as much as he didn't like snow back home he couldn't wait to see if snow in America would be different. He knew this was dumb and it was the same snow but he was excited none the less.  

He could remember seeing on the telly the huge tree they put up in Rockefeller center and he really wanted to go see it. He wondered if they had time for this in their incredibly busy schedule and he hoped he could convince Zayn to come with him.

Liam sighed and closed his eyes at the thought of his friend. Friend. That's what Zayn was only and it hurt to think about it sometimes. Liam opened his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cool window, looking at the tourists all bundled up in their winter jacket. Liam smiled sadly and decided to go lie down for a while. They would be at their hotel soon and he would be able to sleep for real. 

*

The next day had been a succession of radio shows and interviews and pre-taping performances for t.v. shows and Liam was ready to relax. His day had started by getting shaken awake at 7 a.m. by a disgruntled Louis shouting in his face that he needed to get up before Niall ate everything they had ordered for breakfast. It was now 7 p.m. and they were finally done for the day. When they all climbed into the bus Louis retreated to the back with his mobile glued to his ear. Liam knew Louis missed home the most and he was probably speaking to his mum and sisters. Niall had grabbed Harry by the hand dragging him to the bunk area saying he wanted to show something funny on his phone but the very unsubtle wink he had done after saying this told Liam they were probably not watching videos on YouTube. 

Zayn walked in last and sat next to Liam on the small couch in the lounge. He let his head fall against Liam's shoulder but said nothing. He took Liam's hand between his and played with Liam's fingers and Lia, hoped his hands weren't getting moist. He didn't want Zayn to notice how nervous he was making him. He wanted to tell Zayn about his feelings, he really wanted but he was so scared of losing Zayn he preferred to keep it to himself and enjoy the moments they had together when they were alone. 

"Zayn?"

"Umm yeah?"

"Do you wanna go see the tree with me tonight?"

"They're never going to let us go by ourselves."

"I could ask Paul to take us, I'm sure he would."

"The five of us, we'll create a commotion," laughed Zayn.

"I wanted to go with only you," replied Liam, softly.

Zayn lifted his head from Liam's shoulder, his eyes scanning Liam's face intensely and Liam had never been more nervous. Their faces were so close Liam could clearly see the freckle in Zayn's eye. Zayn stayed silent and licked his lips. Liam followed the moment with his eyes and for a second he was sure Zayn was about to kiss him. Maybe it was all in his head, just wishful thinking but he was sure Zayn's head was getting even closer to his when the bus stopped abruptly and Paul told them they are at the hotel. Zayn bolted up and ran down the bus before Liam had the time to react. Harry and Niall, disheveled and laughing, appeared and Liam rolled his eyes. He got out of the bus and got up to his room. He would text Zayn later. 

Liam must have fallen asleep because he woke up to the sound of his mobile beeping loudly in the quiet room. Liam groaned and rubbed his eyes before reaching for his phone on the other side of the bed. Liam swiped his fingers on the screen and opened his messages. It was from Zayn. It was nearing 10 p.m. and Liam yawned. 

'Do you still wanna see the tree. Paul said yes' 

Liam typed a quick yes and jumped off the bed suddenly feeling more awake. He ran to the bathroom to see what he looked like, hoping he didn't have any traces from the pillow printed on his face and splashed himself with cold water to erase any remnant traces of sleep. It's not a date he reminded himself but Liam couldn't help but feel nervous, he could feel his nerves under his skin, ready to jump at any moment. 

He grabbed a jumper from his suitcase and his jacket when someone knocked lightly on the door. Liam opened it without looking hoping it was Zayn or Paul and not a fan who had found his room. Zayn was standing on the other side of the door, next to a very bored looking Paul. 

"Come on boys," said Paul gruffly. 

Liam stepped out of the room and smiled at Zayn who smiled back before looking at the floor. His cheeks seemed rosy and Liam wondered why. Zayn looked as nervous as Liam felt but again Liam thought it was only wishful thinking. They followed Paul to the car he had ordered for them and climbed in. Paul sat in the front next to the driver, leaving Liam and Zayn sitting alone in the back. They rode in silence, the only sound in the car being Christmas songs playing on the radio. 

The car stopped after a few minutes and Paul handed Liam and Zayn each a black cap telling them to put it on and try to not attract too much attention. They did as told and walked to the middle of tourists. No one was looking at them, too busy watching the tree. Liam was smiling like a kid, he had never seen anything like that. Liam had no idea how long they stayed in the middle of the crowd, simply looking at a giant Christmas tree. Liam shivered, his sneakers clearly not made for this weather, Liam was starting to feel very cold but he wasn't ready to leave yet. He shivered again and blew on his hands to warm them.

“I’m cold, can you cuddle with me?” Liam whispered, leaning in close to Zayn. 

Zayn turned his head and laughed, "No. Not my fault you didn't dressed up warmer."

"Oh ok." 

It hurt. Zayn usually never refused to cuddle Liam, often doing it without being asked. Deep down Liam had always knew Zayn didn't feel the same about him but it hurt to have the confirmation. Liam looked down and tried to paste a fake smile on his face before looking up again but the tree seemed less magical now. 

"We should go, I'm getting tired," lied Liam and he turned around to leave but Zayn grabbed his hand and stopped him. He tugged on Liam's hand and suddenly they were face to face, their bodies pressed together and Liam was confused. 

Zayn let go of his hand and cradled his jaw, his thumb gently stroking Liam's cheek. Liam's heart was in his throat, he had no idea what was going on. Zayn licked his lips again, like he had done in the bus earlier and this time Liam was sure when Zayn's face got closer. Their noses bumped together and Zayn giggled, his warm breath hitting Liam's face. Liam had imagined Zayn kissing him often, more often than he would admit but it was nothing like he had ever dreamed about. It was even better. Better because it was real, Zayn was kissing him. His soft lips pressing against his and when Liam felt Zayn's tongue against his lips he gladly opened his mouth. 

Zayn broke the kiss but didn't move away, pressing his forehead against Liam and smiled softly.

"Are you feeling warmer now?"

Liam nodded. Paul coughed behind them and they jumped apart, looking at the ground sheepishly. 

"I think it's time to go boys."

Liam and Zayn nodded. Liam grabbed Zayn's hand and looked at Zayn to see if it was okay. Zayn smiled and started walking toward the car. Liam followed him, feeeling happy and warm.

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Twitch; The Romantic Gangster

What a great time to be alive! Right now we are in the middle of a revolution, African music is slowly taking over and finally receiving the attention it deserves. Even in a pandemic, no one can stop greatness!

All eyes are on us but more recently, all eyes are on rising African star, Twitch, as he releases his highly anticipated debut EP, Lost. The Ghanaian singer and songwriter manages to mix elements of Afrobeats, RnB, and Pop to produce a sound he likes to refer to as Coastal Music and I have to say it’s quickly become one of my favourite sounds – his song chaskele has been on repeat non-stop since the release of Lost.

The punchy, four-track offering centred around the theme of “love”, Twitch shares: “It’s been a long time in the making. A lot of effort went into the music in this project. I wrote each song to capture the emotions I feel and hopefully leave a piece of me with every verse.” His EP for me is a true representation of what it means to be young and the emotions we feel as we transition from young people to actual adults, so many of us are lost in love and so many of us are lost in life trying to figure out the people that we truly want to be.

This is literally only the beginning for Twitch – there’s a lot more that the continent and global music community can expect from the 22-year-old in years to come and I can’t wait to see his career blossom!

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What song are you listening to?

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When did you first discover your passion for music?

I’ve been singing since childhood, I grew with my grandmother, mom and little sister so we didn’t have electricity at the time and she didn’t want me going to a neighbours house or anywhere else really so she would teach us how to sing in parts. I’ve been singing since childhood, I was a choir director at my primary school and the secondary school too – I’ve always had this passion for music!

Would you say that your sound/ vibe has changed in any way from when you first started making music to now?

Yes because I started making music as a normal ling man who knew nothing about music. It was just me, my voice and vibes. Then when I met up with ground-up chale, that’s when things sort of changed – they’d give you songs to listen to and then they’ll nurture you – give you a couple of videos to look at, really help you move out of your comfort zone. I really think they’ve helped me to develop a lot as an artist. Then me, myself I listen to a lot of music, I’m always trying to better my sound- right now my favourite artist is Burna Boy. I feel like he talks to me all the time, as a musician, I would want to preach what he preaches as well, I feel like he says things that I would love to say but he makes it so perfect.

What would you say is your biggest achievement so far in your career?

When it comes to streams we’ve done well for quite some time because I think I’ve streamed more than a million on apple music, Spotify and youtube etc. I am very grateful for that, I’m still trying to connect people and bring them into my circle musically so I am doing that bit by bit.

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How did you come up with the term coastal music to describe your sound?

Coastal music is more of like music, let’s say from Africa but mostly from ghana – so music from like highlife but at the same time I’m also trying to get influence by other parts of Africa as well, I listen to Nigerian music, South African music and I fuse it all together. So coastal music can be music that you listen to with your girlfriend in your room or music that you listen to at the beach, in the stadium, when you’re sober when you’re happy – it fits every mood and you can listen to it literally anywhere. It’s just vibes; mainly Ghanian but also fused with other parts of Africa.

Tell us more about your ep lost.

It’s called lost because I feel like I’m lost in love and then, on the other hand, I’m lost in life – when I say I’m lost in life, I feel like this applies to everyone because people don’t know the right or correct formula to be successful, everyone is just coasting through life trying their best not to mess up and find their own paradise.

Then I’m lost in love – I’ve been in certain relationships and it happens all the time that I end up broken-hearted and I don’t know what the problem is because I am a very emotional person and I try to love people a lot and it never ends well.

Lastly, like I mentioned before I grew up with my mom, grandma and little sister so me witnessing arguments between my mom and dad before my dad finally left her at the age of 6 made me realise that maybe sometimes love is not real but it still is real – the whole thing is so fucked up.

How would you yourself describe the feeling of being in love?

Being in love for me is being in a moment where you can’t think of ANYONE ELSE but your partner, you’ll be in a position where anything and everything you do, you’ll be thinking about that person 24/7 – you just think about that person all day every day, it’s like your brain just stops multitasking. That’s love.

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Which song from the ep holds the most significance in your life?

Every single one of them, I feel like I needed to say a lot but I was able to say enough on just 4 songs because if I had said everything, it would’ve been a whole album, you get me? I tried my possible best to say everything on those 4 tracks.

On the first song, I talk about the distance between my and my partner, at that time she wasn’t in the country but I was trying my absolute best to make her feel like I was with her and I don’t really give compliments in person, I’ve got this gangster thing about me so I put all my emotions in a song and be like “yo, just listen to this song, I’m trying to speak to you” I was trying to let her know that I’m always with her no matter the distance.

Then with the second song baby, at that point, I didn’t think about anyone else. It got to a point where even if she did wrong, I still didn’t have a problem with it, so I was just trying to exaggerate that I love her with that song.

The third song Chaskele, is when I was broken-hearted and I also drew inspiration from my mom and dad, my dad left when I was 6 and I didn’t understand the fact that my mum loved my dad so much and then they parted ways, I felt like I came into that position too when my partner left me.

Lastly, the fourth song on the EP which is dada and that’s me trying to motivate the youth and trying to tell everybody that you should know yourself and you should know the purpose that you’re meant to serve in life, once you know that, no one can ever lie to you because you’ll know your worth.

You call yourself a romantic gangster but not a romantic person, what do you mean by this?

Naturally I don’t talk too much and I am a very straight forward person, when I see you going wayward I will tell you directly and when I give out compliments I don’t say a lot so I feel like people don’t really feel it but I really do mean it, luckily for me, God has blessed me vocally so I’ll put all the vibes in a song and make you feel emotions through my music so you know what I’m trying to say.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done for a girl?

I once travelled 6 hours to surprise a girl – I just texted her like “yo, what are you doing?” she was said she was in her room and I told her that I was in front of her gate. I didn’t even catch a flight, I was on the bus for 6 hours with my hoodie up because I didn’t want anyone to see me, I was just waiting patiently to meet her.

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What is your favourite thing about growing up in Ghana?

Ghana is a very beautiful country you know? Compared to other countries I feel like it’s very relaxed, there’s no pressure from what I see. This country allows you to sit and think about how you can be successful in life, there’s pressure but there’s no pressure – the love is more than the hate, no matter how gangster someone may appear they still love their people. So I love being Ghanian.

If you could collab with anyone dead or alive who would it be and why?

Dead I’d have to say Michael Jackson or Bob Marley for obvious reasons! And alive, without a doubt Burna Boy, him before anyone else.

Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?

In the next 10 years I see myself being the topic of African music!

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Sunsets & Whiskey Kisses: Chapter Thirty Four.

Note: The vows that are used in this chapter were also used for Jack and Ryleigh’s wedding. The reason I reused them is because I could find anything that fit Chase and Dakota like I wanted. 

The day of the wedding came and all the women were getting ready in one room while all the men were getting ready in another one. Dakota was stressing out and all that Ryleigh could do was laugh which pissed the bride off even more. "Dakota, you have got to calm down. There is nothing to worry about." Ryleigh said as she braided the bride's hair. Dakota groaned and rolled her eyes. "Come on now. It's time to put the dress on." Ryleigh said and Dakota stood up and followed Ryleigh to where the dress was. Ryleigh helped Dakota put the dress on and when everything was secured the way it should be, the women walked out. "Dakota, you look just like your mother." Both sets of her grandmothers said in unison. Just before Grace could say anything, there was a knock on the door. "It's probably Jack." Ryleigh said as she answered the door. "Are you ready? Chase is chomping at the bit to see her in her dress. " Jack whispered and Ryleigh furrowed her brow. "What are you up to?" She asked suspiciously. Jack smiled. "Step out of the room for a second." He instructed and Ryleigh did. When her eyes landed on him, she burst out laughing. "Oh my god. What are you doing?" She asked once she had calmed down a little. "I may have packed one of your dresses. I found a few videos on YouTube regarding this prank and I figured it would give everyone a good laugh. Will you help me pull it off?" He asked and Ryleigh started laughing again. "Sure but you have to tell Dakota first." Ryleigh said and Jack smiled cheekily at her. "I asked her already and she was all for it. I even asked her what dress to pack." He explained and she kissed him. "You're a real doofus you know." She said and he nodded. "Get everyone downstairs?" He asked and she agreed. "Do you want to see your sister first?" Ryleigh asked and he shook his head. "We agreed that after this, I'd race back to our room and change and then I'd see her just before we walk down the aisle." He explained and she nodded. 

"Ryleigh, who is it?" Grace called. "It was Jack, he was just letting me know that it's almost time for Dakota to show Chase the dress." Ryleigh called back as she winked at her husband. "Love you." She whispered. He walked away and Ryleigh walked back into the room. "Let's go." Grace said and all the women walked to where they were told. Dakota waited where her and Jack had discussed. She could see him but he couldn't see her. 

Chase stood with his back turned to everyone and when Jack walked toward Chase, everyone tried to hold their laughter. Good old Jack. Ryleigh had to gently hold her hand over Anna's mouth so she wouldn't give it away and Carol had to do the same for Joshua who started giggling when he saw his uncle in a dress. 

(The dress that Jack is wearing.)

"You ready Chase?" The photographer asked and he nodded as he tried to keep his nerves at bay. The photographer smiled and tried to keep himself from laughing. Chase felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. Chase doubled over laughing when his eyes landed on his friend and soon to be brother-in-law. "Oh god, you look ridiculous." Chase wheezed. Jack was doubled over laughing as well. "Please tell me that it's not Dakota's dress you're wearing." He said once he caught his breath. "No it's one of Ryleigh's." Jack replied as he hugged his friend. "I couldn't help it." Jack said as he and chase laughed again and everyone else could be heard laughing as well. Chase turned to face them and Joshua waved excitedly. Both men waving back. "I'll leave you to see her for real this time." Jack said and Chase hugged him again. "Thanks for letting me marry her." Chase said as they pulled away from the hug. "I trust you mate." Jack replied as he walked away. 

(This was my inspiration for the prank.)

Jack walked back toward Ryleigh and Anna. Anna furrowed her brow when she saw her father but Ryleigh burst out laughing again. "You're such a dork." She said as she kissed him. "I may be a dork but do I look pretty?" He asked while batting his eyelashes. Anna shook her head and the parents laughed. "Come on. You have to change." Ryleigh said as her and Anna followed him. Ryleigh helped him change and when the dress was back in his suitcase, Ryleigh smiled. "Much better." She said as she kissed him lovingly. "You ready to see your sister now?" The woman asked as they pulled apart and he shook his head. "No, but I have no choice do I?" Jack said as his voice cracked. "She's beautiful. Your parents would be proud of both of you. I know the three of us are." Ryleigh said as she placed her free hand on her slight baby bump. Jack smiled. "Let's do this." He said and they hurried to where the bride and groom were tying the knot. Ryleigh and Anna went their separate ways and Jack walked over to his sister. "Look at you." He said as his eyes took her in. "How do I look?" She wondered and he smiled brightly. "You look just like mom. So beautiful." He replied and she hugged him. "Thank you for pulling through and doing this with me." Dakota mumbled into him. "No need to thank me Kola pop." He said and she smiled up at him. "You ready?" He asked and she shrugged. "Not really but I guess I have no choice do I?" She said and he chuckled. "I'm right here." He replied and she nodded. Both of them walking hand in hand toward Grace, Anna and Ryleigh. "You've got this my darling girl." Grace said as she saw the nerves in Dakota's eyes. She hugged the woman and they all got in order. Ryleigh first and Joshua first, Grace and Anna next and then The Bride and her brother.

When Jack and Dakota reached the alter, Jack chocked back a sob. "I love you Kola Pop." He whispered as he placed his sisters hand in Chase's. "Take care of her." He said one last time before he walked over to where the best man stood as that was his other role. The pride that Ryleigh felt when she saw her husband give his sister away was remarkable. Her heart exploded and she had to smile to herself. 

The officiant motioned for everyone to sit down. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite Dakota and Chase." The officiant started. "Marriage is the promise between two people who love each other, and who trust in that love, who honour each other as individuals, and who chose to spend the rest of their lives together." The officiant continued. Chase and Dakota beamed at each other in happiness. "This ceremony will not create a relationship that does not already exist between you. It is a symbol of how far you've come. It is a symbol of the promises you will make to each other to continue growing stronger as individuals and as partners. No matter what challenges you face, you now face them together, and no matter how much you succeed, you now succeed together. The love between you joins you now as one." The officiant said as everyone listened. "Dakota and Chase, please join hands, look at one another now and remember this moment in time." The officiant concluded. 

The officiant turned his attention to the Scotsman. "Chase, do you take Dakota to be your wife?" The older man asked and Chase nodded. "I do." He said and the officiant then turned his attention to Dakota. "Dakota, do you take Chase to be your husband?" The man asked again. Dakota smiled. "I do." She replied cheerfully.  

"Dakota, Please take Chase's hand and repeat after me." The old man spoke and Dakota did as she was told. "Chase, I take you as you are, loving who you are. I promise from this day forward to be grateful for our love and our life. To be generous with my time, my energy and my affection. To be patient with you and with myself. To fill our life with adventure and our home with laughter. To encourage you to grow as an individual and to love you completely. This I pledge to you." Dakota declared. Chase repeated all that Dakota had said and smiled with pride.

"Please present the rings." The officiant spoke. Jack and Ryleigh helped Joshua and Carol hand Chase and Dakota the rings and the officiant spoke again. "Your wedding ring is a symbol of your promise to one another. The ring, an unbroken. never-ending circle, is a symbol of committed, unending love." The man spoke with authority. "Chase, as you place this ring on Ryleigh's finger, repeat these words after me." The man spoke again. "This ring symbolizes my love for you and the commitments we made today." Chase said as he placed the ring on Dakota's finger. Dakota repeated the same words and placed the ring on Chase's left finger.

"Chase and Dakota, you have come here today of your own free will and in the presence of family and friends, have declared your love and commitment to each other. You have given and received a ring as a symbol of your promises. By the power of your love and commitment to each other, and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant said as he looked at the newly weds. "Chase, you may now finally kiss your bride." The  man said and Chase placed his lips on Dakota's softly. "Congratulations. Friends and family, I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson." The officiant finished.

Dakota took Joshua from Carol and together, Chase, Dakota and Joshua walked back up the aisle. "I love you so much my beautiful bride." Chase said as he kissed Dakota again. Joshua giggled. The parents pulled apart and each kissed one of Joshua's cheeks. "We love you little man." Chase said and the little boy nodded with a huge smile on his face. "Yay." Joshua said when he saw his uncle. "You can see uncle Jack in a little bit but right now we are going to go and spend time with each other." Dakota explained and Joshua got upset. His smile fell and his chin wobbled. "Ok." He said sadly. Chase looked at Dakota and she rolled her eyes. "If we let him go with uncle Jack and ant Ryleigh, we can have some alone time." Chase said and Dakota sighed. She really wanted to spend time with both her boys. "But I want to spend time with both of my boys." She said and Chase nodded and Joshua gave her his best puppy eyes. "Come on my boy. Let's go spend time with mommy." Chase said as the family walked to where Chase and Dakota would be staying for the next two weeks for their honeymoon.

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"I'm very proud of you for doing that baby. I know it was hard for you." Ryleigh said as she kissed Jack's cheek. He  nodded and smiled. "It's going to be even harder when I have to walk this one down the aisle." Jack said as he ran his fingers through Anna's growing hair. "This one too if it's a girl." Ryleigh said as she rubbed her belly. "Can we let this baby's gender be surprise as well? It was kind of fun doing it that way last time." Jack asked and Ryleigh smiled. "I'd like that." She replied happily. The three of them heading to where the reception was being held.

"Dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-da-da-dada." Anna babbled in contentment, making Jack smile. "Can you see mama?" He asked as they watched Richard and Ryleigh talk to one another. Anna pointed and Jack smiled even wider. "Good job sweet pea." He praised as the music played through the speakers in the room. Anna's eyes occasionally drifting around the room to take all the colours and atmosphere in. "I think mama's coming over here." Jack said as he saw his wife walking back over to where he and Anna sat. Anna didn't seem to really care as she rubbed at her eyes and continued to look around the room. "I think she's more interested in what's happening around her, she doesn't care about me." Ryleigh said as she sat beside Jack. He nodded and chuckled a little. Soon enough, the bride, the groom and their son joined everyone else. "Yay." Joshua screamed in excitement when the uncle walked toward their table. "Do you want me to take him and the two of you can dance or eat or whatever?" Jack asked and Dakota smiled. "That sounds really good because I'm starving." Dakota said and Jack picked up his nephew who cuddled right into him. Chase smiled and watched as Jack walked back to Ryleigh and Anna. 

Ryleigh smiled at her husband. "Maybe we should try for a boy." Ryleigh teased and Jack winked at her. "An." Joshua said, referring to Anna. The little boy had recently changed from calling his cousin nana to calling her An. Anna looked at him quickly and went back to looking around the room. "Shall I go and grab some food? I think I saw Chicken nuggets up there or hot dogs." Ryleigh eased as she winked at her husband. Jack blushed as he remembered back to when they saw each other after all those years at the rodeo grounds. "I think I'll have a hot dog and really test your limits." Ryleigh teased and Jack rolled his eyes. "No." Joshua said as he pointed at Jack and looked at him seriously. "What?" Jack asked in reply. "Eyes." Joshua said and Jack smiled and kissed the boy. Ryleigh walked off for the food and Jack sat down with the kids. "How are you pretty girl?" Richard asked Anna as he sat down with his grandson and great grand kids. Anna sighed, making Jack chuckle. "I think she's tired grandpa." jack answered and Richard smiled as he ran his index finger down Anna's cheek softly. "Both of the kids look so much like your parents. Your mother specifically." Richard said softly as he remembered his late daughter. "You think so?" Jack asked as he too looked at the kids. "You and your sister look more like your mother." Richard said and Jack smiled. "Is it ok if I take this little lady for a spin around the room?" The elderly man asked and Jack nodded. "Sounds good grandpa. Have fun." He said as he watched his daughter being whisked away.

Ryleigh and Dakota went to go and sit with Jack and Joshua. Ryleigh sat next to her husband and rubbed his back. "Where's Annie?" Dakota asked as she sat down next to the empty high chair on the other side of Jack. "Grandpa's dancing with her." Jack said and Ryleigh passed him a plate of food, complete with a hot dog for Anna and chicken nuggets for the little boy on his lap. "Oh come on Ryleigh, that's not funny." Jack whined when he saw the hot dog. "That's actually for Anna." She said genuinely looking sorry. Jack just glared at her. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if she would eat the meat." She explained and Dakota nudged him when he kept glaring at his wife. "Get over it." Dakota said and Jack looked at her. "Why don't you take this little man for a dance" Jack said as he quickly passed the boy to his mother. It was then that Dakota realized the problem. She burst out laughing and Joshua looked at the adults with confusion. "It's ok honey. You come and dance with me. You can go back to uncle Jack and aunt Ryleigh after." Dakota said as she walked to the dance floor. 

"What's wrong with you? I said I was sorry." Ryleigh said and Jack looked at her and smirked. "What?" She asked as Jack reached for her hand and placed it over his erection. "You and those damn hot dogs. I can't not get aroused when I see them. Makes me think of when I saw you at the rodeo grounds." He whispered in her ear. Ryleigh burst out laughing. "I'm sorry baby but I was being serous when I said that it was for Anna." Ryleigh said with a tone of regret. "It's ok but, just so you know, your hand isn't moving from this spot." He said as a small moan fell from his lips. "Just go to the bathroom and take care of it. It's right over there." Ryleigh said as she pointed it out. Jack whined. "It's so far." He said and Ryleigh rolled her eyes. "You better hurry up and go because your grandfather is coming this way." Ryleigh said and Jack hurriedly left for the bathroom to take care of himself.  "Mama." Anna said as she reached for Ryleigh. "Hello pretty girl. Did you have fun with grandpa?" Ryleigh asked as she kissed the girl's cheek and held her close. 

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Some time had past and it was time for the Bride and groom to share their first dance. The couple walked hand in hand to the dance floor and everyone watched them. The music started and Chase sway them to their song. The song reminded him of the first time that he saw Dakota. Of course he had heard her name before but had never seen her before and when he did, he fell hard for her. He knew right away that he wanted to marry her. She was his forever and he vowed to spend the rest of his life protecting her and making sure she was happy and loved. When Joshua was born, his heart exploded with love even more so and he felt complete. This was what he was made for. Being a husband and father.

Joshua watched his parents with a huge smile on his face. He saw the way his father kissed his mother and saw the way he held her close. Although he was only little, somewhere in his brain, it was etched that this is how a woman was meant to be treated. The little boy giggled when he saw his father spin his mother around, making her dress move as gracefully as they did. it was magic to him. 

Just before the song ended, Chase quickly went over to his son and took him from Ryleigh. The father walked back to his wife and together the three of them danced. Joshua happily between his parents as they exchanged loving glances and giving their son the occasional kiss on the cheek or his forehead. He was definitely Chase and Dakota's greatest joy.

Once the song was over, people went back to the dance floor. "Jack can I steal your wife for a few minutes?" Chase asked and Jack nodded as he adjusted Anna in his arms. "Thanks mate." He said and he and Ryleigh walked off. "You sure you're ok to do this?" Chase asked Ryleigh as he handed her a guitar. "Of course I am. Those two aren't going to know what's hit them. Now get out there and speak." Ryleigh said as she hugged the man. "Thank you for everything Ryleigh." He whispered as he broke the hug. She nodded and Chase walked back into the room. He walked over to Dakota and Jack. "I think you two have somewhere you need to be." He said and the siblings looked at each other. "No we don't." Jack said as Anna tried to shove a piece of nugget into his mouth. Chase smiled and pointed to where Ryleigh was. They looked over and saw Ryleigh walking into the room. "What is she doing?" Dakota asked and Jack shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." He said as Ryleigh sat down on a chair that was provided for her. 

"If I could have everyone's attention, I'd like to say a little something. As you may or may not  have noticed, we're missing two very important people this evening. Dakota, I know that if they could be, your parents would be here to watch you marry the man of your dreams. I know how much your parents meant to you and your brother and because of that, Chase and I have arranged something special for the both of you. Before I get to that though, I just want to say how proud I am that I get to call you and your brother my family. The both of you have made a great impact on all of us in this room tonight and nothing would make me happier if you two would come up here and have a chance to dance together." Ryleigh said as Chase took Anna and ushered the siblings to the dance floor. "May I have this dance." Jack teased, making his little sister laugh. "Of course you can you dork." She replied and Ryleigh started playing.

(Just for the sake of this chapter, just pretend that's Ryleigh singing please and if you don't like it, don't listen to it. I just thought out of all the songs I listened to, this matched the best, since it was Jack who looked after Dakota when they were growing up.)

Dakota held on to her brother as if her life depended on it. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if their parents survived the fire. She knew that she couldn't live in the past but being in her brother's arms made her wonder what it would be like to dance with hr father, to have him be the one that walked her down the aisle. She missed her parents a great deal, even though she was only little when they died. "I love you Jack." Dakota whispered as Ryleigh wrapped up. "Thank you for everything." She continued as she kissed his cheek. "I love you too my darling." He replied as he gave her one last hug. She smiled at him once they broke the hug and Jack wiped away his sister's tears. 

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"I think the wedding went well." Dakota said as she and Chase got back to their own little villa. Chase laid his wedding dress-less wife down on the king size bed and kissed her neck. "Let's just skip the sweet stuff. Wreck me." Dakota said and Chase chuckled darkly. "Whatever my wife wants." He said as he pulled her panties to the side and plunged his index and middle fingers into her. Dakota bit her lip and moaned. Chase's tongue connected with her clit and Dakota gasped at the sensation. The electricity coursing through her veins. "Scratch this. I need you to fuck me hard and rough. I need your cock baby." Dakota said and Chase looked up at her through his lashes. He ignored her request and sucked her clit harshly. Surprisingly, it had Dakota screaming his name as her first orgasm washed over her. "Fuck that was fast." Chase said as he smirked. "You have a talented tongue my love." She replied and he stared at her lovingly before he pulled her to him. As she stood in front of him, Chase let his hands roam her body as he undid all her undergarments and removed them. Letting them fall to the ground, joining his clothes. Chase bent her over the bed harshly and slammed his cock into her dripping pussy. Both of them trying to hold it together as they had promised not to fuck each other again until after they were married. Dakota whimpered when he started moving. She had forgotten just how big he was and just how he filled her up. The man grunted as he penetrated her roughly. 

Dakota's hands gripped the comforter beneath her as she tried to ease the weakness she felt in her knees. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum." Dakota screamed. Chase threaded his fingers through her loose hair and pulled it mercilessly. "Hold on, I wanna cum in you." Chase said and that was enough to push her over the edge. Her body convulsed around Chase's cock, causing her walls to clench around her husband violently. Both of them screamed as they came together brutally. 

"Oh my fuck." Dakota grunted as the couple now laid in the bed wrapped up in the sheets. "Give me a minute and we can go for round two." Chase said as kissed his wife softly. Both of them catching their breaths.

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gifts exchange | grayson dolan

SUMMARY: You exchange gifts with the sister squad and your present for Grayson is the best by far!

WC: 1.6K

a/n; inspired by this Tuesday's video. 😘

You popped the lollipop off your mouth as you sat and listened to the sister squad talking to the camera and, well, all together about who is gonna give their present first to Grayson, who was the last one to receive his gifts. Emma, James, Ethan and you all received yours; on that video you decided to participate and buy gifts for Emma and James since you are good friends with them and also Grayson, your boyfriend, begged you to at least be a guest for only that video and because of the Christmas Spirit you could not say no to him.

“Sister Y/N, please, help us. Who should give their present first?” James asked you as he smiled and pointed at himself.

“I don't really care as long as I am the last one.” You said and looked at Grayson who was focused on you and smiled big when his eyes caught yours. James rolled his eyes as he let an ‘uhh’ sound of disappointed at your words.

“Guys, guys. I am gonna give mine first because he is my brother.” Ethan stepped in and got up from the couch. “I need you to come with me though.”

“Why?” Grayson asked confused.

“I can't really move it so I need you to follow me.” Ethan said with a dub kind of tone on his voice and grabbed his twin by the hand and forced him to his feet. Grayson sighed and got up before everyone followed the two right to Grayson's room.

You were behind James and you couldn't really see anything but as soon as you stepped inside the room your eyes widened as did Grayson's. “No way!” he said as he touched the 6ft nutcracker and admired each piece of it as Ethan explained to him that it had art details from the Japanese culture Grayson had an obsession lately and how much it fitted the room decoration. “He's staying though. All the time here.”

“How are you feeling about this Y/N? Sharing the room with two guys?” Emma questioned you and everyone turned at you. You watched everyone and then Grayson who was hugging the nutcracker and had a big happy smile.

“Well, I mean he will be kind of scary when the lights will be out but I think I have my hero to save me from my scary thoughts.” You said over the camera, your hands sticking in the pocket your hood had and laughed at the reaction they had. Emma and Ethan making gagging faces while James clapped his hands saying how cute you are and Grayson sending you kisses.

“Okay, my turn now.” Emma announced and one by one walked back to the living room.

Emma ended up giving Grayson a bracelet which had two dragon heads, one that Grayson had been talking about since their trip to Las Vegas and now he has two to cover his left wrist.

James gifted Grayson a whole set of a survival kit. The idea came from the survival video the twins made back in New Jersey and from the fact that Grayson loved watching survival videos any time he could. Everyone can ask you. They also thought that maybe a survival sister squad video would be good too so it would be needed.

Last but not least it was your turn. The video opened with Grayson giving your present; a problem camera. The one that had been wanting so much so you could start your own YouTube channel but never bought it because you were too afraid to do it; but now, you would for sure start one. And of course the video would close with you giving Grayson his present, well, presents.

“My turn!” You chuckled and turned your gaze towards Grayson who looked at every move you made as he waited patiently for your present. “I just need help bringing it. Ethan please come with me.”

You and Ethan stood to your feet and walked outside to your car and opened the door to take the two boxes you bought for Grayson. “What the fuck? It's so heavy. How can you manage and lift it up so easy?” Ethan groaned as he tried to walk back inside.

“I am not being a little bitch and crying.” You laughed while Ethan rolled his eyes.

“What are those anyway?” He questioned.

“Wait and you will see.”

You walked to the living room and you saw Grayson with closed eyes lightly humming a Christmas song through gritted teeth and a smile spread across his lips. “Here we go.” You placed the two boxes in front of Grayson and he immediately opened his eyes.

He looked at them and tried to understand what they were. You chuckled at his confused expression and decided to offer him your help. “They are assembled models. A ship and a plane. They are big and well it takes a handful of time to build them. I remembered that you told me that you liked them as a kid and I ordered them online.” You explained and Grayson's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“Baby, what an amazing idea. How did you remember that? Woah. I am really impressed.” He said as he got up to hug you and give you a small kiss.

“Guys, you can make a video with these. Like a challenge.” Emma suggested to the twins and the two boys looked at each other. Grayson had a hopeful look while Ethan had a terrified one.

“I will do it only if you do something I want.” Ethan pointed his finger at Grayson and he nodded his head eagerly.

“Of course.”

“Then it's a deal.” They shook hands.

“Looks like our gifts had been” Ethan was going to say to the camera but you stopped him mid sentence.

“Hold on, hold on.” You shook your hand in front of him. “Who said I gave him all my gifts?”

“There are more?” Grayson asked you and you nodded your head.

“One more. Here.” You pulled out a box from your pocket hood, that looked like a jewelry and placed it gently on his hands and Grayson was for sure now confused. “Open it, come on.”

He took a deep break and opened the box. His eyes narrowed in confused but soon you saw them open wide and they got bigger. His head snapped at you, a look that said ‘for real?’ plastered on his features and when you nodded smiling, Grayson broke down.

The three others looked now hella confused and you shocked to see Grayson crying after you gave him his present. “Why does he cry?” James asked as Grayson got up and went to hug you. His hug was very tight but a warm and assuring one.

“What…?” Ethan mumbled as he grabbed the box and saw what Grayson saw. “No way!”

“Guys! Y/N is pregnant. We are going to have a baby.” Grayson shouted, his tear stained cheeks having a rosy color on them as he kissed your face everywhere he could. “I'm gonna be a dad. Fuck!”

“Are you happy?” You asked him just to make sure.

“Happy? I am excited. I am fucking Amazing. Can't wait to meet our small bundle of joy.” He said and placed a hand over your growing belly as he placed his lips on top of yours.

“Congratulations sisters.” James said excitedly as well. Emma stood awkwardly but said her congratulations and Ethan hugged the both of you.

Couldn't be more happy to share that part of your life with those amazing and goofy twins and good friends. “I love you.” Grayson whispered and kissed you one more time.

"Does that mean you had sex, sisters?" James asked in his so James face and made you all laugh hysterically.

[harrylewisbitch]

Lost Her- Harry Lewis Imagine

Warnings- a little sad, major character deaths

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Y/N as always finding her self in trouble but this was some deep shit. She had started an argument with Talia (no hate on her, I stan her x)again but this was too far of revenge. Y/N was enjoying a little time with her friends when Talia had to crash it and make it a party with the sidemen. Alcohol made the air in the house humid as drunk people danced together grinding against each other. Y/N was lost in the crowd of dancers a WKD in her hand, everyone was singing and dancing to the music as she tried to get through. "Hey Y/N!" Someone called over the music and she turned around to find Harry Lewis standing near her a beer in his hands, but yet he still looked gorgeous. Y/N blushed at the sight of him never mind him talking to her. "You know my name. Omg you know my name." Y/N happy panicked and Harry only laughed at the shorter girl. His was dressed in his usual black jeans, black trainers and his blue sweater, while she was dressed in dark ripped jeans , black combat boots and light purple sidemen shirt. "Let's dance." He said grabbing her waist and they slowly started moving to the beat. The rest of the night Y/N drank, grinding on Harry as they danced and well more drinking the night became a blur.

Y/N doesn't remember that much of that night but she woke up in her friends (which was where the party was held) spare bedroom, bed sheets crumbled and Harry's naked body laying next to her. Messy hair and hickey is what she left that room looking like, she had on Harry's hoodie knowing she won't see him again as he's popular and a youtuber but completely forgot to pick up her XXL hoodie because she like sweater or hoodie paws. Walking out her heart breaking after looking at his peaceful look etched on his face, but she still slipped out of his life like he was bedsheets.

--8 months later--

A lot had changed in 8 months, including Y/N's rounded stomach that she hid by wearing hoodies all the time. Y/N was wearing the same pale hoodie when she left Harry, even though it was his hoodie. She was at the park with Freya, Talia as they sorted it out, eating Subway and Simon and Josh tagged along for their sister(not really but they have a bond like that) after their video when they seen him walk past, Freya was motioning so he'd notice them while Y/N ate her sub. Harry noticed the girls flaming arms instantly and smiled wondering if she knew where Y/N was but his smile dropped when he seen her eating her sandwich laughing at something Simon said. Freta kept pointing towards her stomach but Harry was confused until she played out pointing at Y/N then her stomach and then cradling a baby. He instantly clicked when he notice that her 7 month pregnant belly was barely noticeable in his hoodie. He couldn't believe it the girl he liked sat barely a foot away but she didn't look like she cared. "Y/N!" Freya said tapping her shoulder then pointing to Harry who was walking towards them. Y/N froze, everything around her froze as she sat glanced at him, that was before Talia clicked her fingers in front of her bringing the girl back to reality. "I have to go I'm sorry." She said putting her sub on the table and rushing out like she rushed out of Harry's life before. The park gate rang out as she ran out, but Harry was catching up to her before standing in her way. "Y/N please." He begged as anger crush through her veins. "You want your stupid hoodie back here it is." She screamed pulling of the pale blue hoodie and throwing it at him. Her 7 month belly was clearly visible through the black sidemen shirt. "See this, this baby is mine I don't want you in their life." She screamed storming away. Harry wanted to run after her but he knew she was hurt because after they had slept together they tried a relationship but he cheated a day after he said I love you. So that ended early enough for him not to know about the unborn baby. Josh followed behind his sisterly friend. But as she ran away from it rained down, hard. He ran after her as he seen her body slip and slide across the path on the road, he reached the end of the path as she slowly got up before a black car zoomed around the corner and running over her body as it's was rain hard in the window. "Y/N!" Everyone screamed/cried as the car came to a sudden halt, she lay in the ground,weak and broken as she whimpered in pain. He took the girl in his arms, "Baby baby, please stay awake baby." He cried pushing her hair away from her forehead as Talia sobbed calling the ambulance while Simon's life froze, the girl he always thought of as a sister was gone. The weak girl laid in his arms as the ambulance drove to them, she brought her cold hand up and brushed his hair. "Harry if I don't survive but the baby lives please look after them and you can pick the girls name." She said as the lights appeared. "How about Rein if it's a girl baby." Harry said watching the girl become weaker and weaker. "And if it's a boy call it Tobi or Zander after Tobi as I love him, he's the nicest person ever." She said coughing dangerously add the paramedics lifted her body into the truck and Freya walked over to the boy. "We are so sorry Harry, we told her she should go and see you but she just cried." She said placing a hand on his shoulder as he watched the truck zoom away with Simon and Talia with her. Freya and Josh were at his sides now too holding his other shoulder. "We went to her scan and she's having twins but she wanted to be surprised at the genders and them being twins." This only made the boy cry she wanted to live her life with her children but I showed up and ruined everything.

Three years later

A dark figure walked up to the white grave and placed a bunch of lilac lillies down before putting his head against the grave. "Y/N I love you I'm sorry I couldn't protect you" And kissed the grave before disappearing again.

A young boy at the age of 25 could be seen sat in front of a new white grave which read:

Your Full Name

Your birthday- 09.08.21

She will be loved

A friend

A sister

The bond

And

Rein Lewis

09.08.2021

Never made it to the real world.

A twin Sister

She was loved

So he sat with a little kid sat in his arms. He sat on a picnic blanket with some sandwiches on a plate, He must have been coming for three years now. "Harry!" Someone called and he turned around, it was all the sidemen. "Hey guys" He said as they sat next to him and around him on the blanket in front of the grave. "Still coming eh." Tobi said smiling like one of his closet, best friend wasn't dead. But he only nodded biting into his sandwich as the kid chase a butterfly around laughing. "Hey Tobi Jadon Lewis where's my hug?" Simon said laughing at the young boy which he used the full name of and he ran towards him laughing and smiling, "Uncles." He said running into their arms.

A lot of changes since Y/N's death but she had watched all the memories. His first steps, first words and had seen him grow into a toddler, but of course she watched Harry, her lover. He had grown up since her death realising the child's life's where his to handle but his love for his ex still shrine through the cracks. But Harry was barely ever seen of again, after the news of his girlfriend was dead. He still lived there in London were she was buried but hardly ever left his new house close to the graveyard so he could still Y/N every day. Her death had broken the young boy, they had been friends for so long he thought he'd never lose her so easily but life doesn't always work out the way you want it to.

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I'm sorry about my first ever piece being sad but this really hit my heart when I had a dream like it and it inspired me xx

Thank you for reading it Lovies 💜💜

[kumkaniudaku]

Three’s Company (4K Fic Fest)

A/N: *runs in panting with papers balled up in my fist* I’m so sorry I’m late. I should’ve submitted my entry to @brianabreeze  ‘s fic fest a week ago. I’m so happy you made it to 4k with your content and wish you the best in everything you do. This went through so many different iterations before I landed on this one. It was inspired by a video that I’ll link at the end. Enjoy! 

“So, guys, here’s what I’m thinking.” 

Tasha balanced Noah on one hip and set up her hidden vlogging camera, searching for the perfect position that offered balance and a full view of the kitchen.

“Okay, so, Chad has been gone since Wednesday to scout some locations for something he’s working on this summer.”An alert from Chadwick updating her on his whereabouts made her giddy with excitement for several reasons. 

“That was him. He said he’ll be home in 30, so let me explain what’s going on. I’m about to tell Chad that I’m pregnant. Micah is at her god mother’s house, giving me the opportunity to do this without having the news spread everywhere before I can get it out. Daddy will be home soon so Noah and I will see y’all in a minute.”

When the action resumed, viewers were met with an excited dance from Tasha before she was forced to calm down and greet Chadwick. The alarm chime sparked a round of babbles from Noah as he heard his father’s footsteps in the foyer.

“You hear Daddy, big man,” she cooed before sliding a spoonful of chili into his mouth. “Daddy’s home to see us!”

“It smells like home in here. Where you at, baby?”

“We’re in the kitchen, babe!” Removing Noah from his high chair gave Tasha ample time to change her demeanor into one that carried less of a telling grin.

When Chadwick rounded the corner into the kitchen to greet his wife and son, it was time for Tasha’s life to get ready to spill the beans.

“There’s my boy,” he exclaimed, grabbing Noah from Tasha’s arms and smothering his chubby cheeks with kisses. “You been taking care of your mama and sister for me?”

“He did go to bed and stay in bed all night for me, so we’ll count that.”

Chadwick gave the growing infant’s stomach a few more tickles and raspberries before focusing his attention on his wife. “How you doing, baby? You look pretty.”

“Yeah, right,” Tasha scoffed as she walked into her husband’s open arms. Chadwick’s unexpected grip on her butt made her squeal into their shared kiss. “I look like I overslept for class.”

“Then let me be the reason you oversleep tomorrow too.” The thought of his suggestive comment coupled with a light pat to her backside being shared to thousands of subscribers in the morning nearly produced a giggle that would expose her secret.

Swallowing the urge, Tasha took her position on the other side of the marble island to keep her body in the frame.

“Tell me about the trip, Aaron. Did y’all find what you needed?”

“Eh, kind of. We found some options, but Cole is gonna look in Atlanta next week to see if there’s a better location there. I told him I couldn’t come, but to keep me updated. Is that chili?”

“It sure is. You want a bowl?”

“C’mon, Co. You know the answer to that. We both want some, huh, big boy?”

“Nuh uh! He just ate. Don’t give him more.” Though she knew Noah would ultimately end up consuming a second helping of food, the stern instructions buy her a bit more time before she had to come clean.

Chadwick gladly accepted the warm bowl of his favorite winter dish, immediately giving in to his son’s fake whines for a taste. “You feel better, baby? What ended up being wrong with your stomach?”

Remembering their conversation from earlier in the week, Tasha knew that this was the time to drop the bomb.

“Um, yeah, I did,” she started, shifting her face to reflect the serious nature of the situation. “We should talk.”

“Okay. Should I brace myself for something bad? You aren’t sick are you?”

“I might be for a few mornings after this one.” Tasha caught eyes with Chadwick who presented her with a blank stare as he shoveled food into his mouth.

“You on an antibiotic or something?”

“Noooo.” Chadwick scrunched his face at Tasha’s sing-song voice while watching her slide a plastic bag in his direction.

Skeptically, he grabbed the clear container and examined the contents in silence. One glance earned a shift in posture as he stood straight up with a large hand on Noah’s body to keep him balanced. Another look at the two devices made him grow still and tense before focusing his attention on his nervous wife.

“Cookie, what is this?”

“You see what it is. It’s pregnancy tests.”

“Yeah, but why are they here? And why are they positive?”

“They’re positive because I’m pregnant.” Tasha watched Chadwick shift his weight to his left leg and look at the bag again.

“When you say pregnant, you mean, like, having another baby? In this house? In 10 months? A fourth pregnancy? Third child?”

“Boy, yes!”

“How that happen?”

For the first time since she began, CoCo could release a laugh. Chadwick watched her giggle with dead eyes, not finding the humor in the situation.

“Babe, we have sex. Often at that.”

“I mean, yeah, but we wasn’t having that kind of sex. Not the baby-making kind.”

“Oh yeah? I didn’t know there was a different kind. I thought unprotected sex could result in pregnancy no matter what.”

“I wasn’t giving you ‘get pregnant’ strokes. I was giving you ‘call me daddy’ sex at best. Shit, maybe even just make me some tacos strokes. Not baby strokes though.” Chadwick took one last look at the tests before dropping them on the counter and scratching the top of his head with his eyes closed.

“You don’t look excited, honey.”

“Shit, I don’t know what I am right now. I feel like I’m about to pass out. Am I crying,” he asked as he looked up to give her a better view of his face. “I feel like crying. You just playing?”

“No! Where would I get two positive pregnancy tests?”

Silence hung in the air for several minutes, leaving Tasha to stare at Chadwick while he tried to distract himself by playing with Noah. She watched with hidden amusement as his eyes flickered toward the tests he thought confirmed a third child before looking away.

“Where is Micah?” The abrupt nature of his question indicated that he was beginning to wrestle with the truth in his mind. 

“She’s with Vonne and Ja’Niyah at the movies. She should be back in the next hour.”

Chadwick let out a soft grunt to acknowledge Tasha’s answer, “Hey, can you grab him real quick? I’m gonna, uh, go outside for some air. I’ll be back.”

“Yeah...yeah! Okay! You want me to put your food away?”

Chadwick answered with a stiff nod, barely acknowledging his wife as he made his way to the French doors leading to the backyard. When he was out of range, CoCo turned to the camera to sum up the recent happenings.

“Alright, yall, I can’t move the camera, but he’s outside walking back and forth. I didn’t expect him to react like this, but it’s kind of funny. He is stressed!” 

What followed was a two-minute time-lapse that covered 15 minutes of what went on in the kitchen while Chadwick questioned God outside. When he returned, he was greeted with a bottle of water and concern.

“Everything good,” Tasha asked as she cleaned the counter and entertained Noah in his highchair. “You feeling okay?”

“Co, what we gon’ do?”

“What you mean? We’re going to have a third child. Hopefully another little girl.” Tasha’s excitement didn’t transfer to her visibly stressed husband.

“Baby, we’re too old for another child. Noah isn’t even a year old yet!”

“We’re not that old!”

“You a got damn lie! We old as hell. Especially you with all that grey hair in your twist outs!”

“Aaron!” Another bout of unreciprocated laughter filled in gaps of tense silence. When Tasha was finally able to regain some semblance of her composure, she noticed Chadwick’s dejection and sadness. “Oh, baby, come here.”

Chadwick accepted her warm hug, resting his forehead on her shoulder for a moment as he took a deep breath. “I’m glad you think this is so funny.”

“I don’t think it’s funny. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You know I love you and our kids, but this wasn’t in the plan. We always said we would discuss when or if we were having a third,” He confessed. “It’s time for me to go back to working in a few months. What would I look like leaving you here with two kids and one on the way at any moment?”

Tasha was floored by her husband’s admission as guilt was slowly began to creep in. For every pregnancy announcement before this, it was almost impossible to keep a smile off of his face. While the conversation of one more child had happened in passing, both of them promised to thoroughly weigh the pros and cons of another baby before making such a life-altering decision. Neither Tasha or Chadwick were getting younger, leaving the possibilities of complications and life with younger children past 50 as major realities to consider.

The glassy veil covering Chadwick’s eyes was the sign that Tasha being some damage control. Taking a deep breath, she began a confession of her own.

“Aaron, look at me. Let me tell you something.” Chadwick reluctantly followed Tasha’s instructions, tightening his grip on her waist. “You don’t need to worry about me being here with three kids because I’m not pregnant.”

Noah’s giggle sounded like a pre-recorded laugh track on a sitcom as Chadwick tried to piece together what was happening. His eyes darted back and forth between his wife and the rest of the room, presumably looking for the camera or a sign that she was being truthful.

“Is this a prank for that YouTube thing?”

“Yes,” Tasha confirmed, finally breaking the act and smiling. “It’s a prank. I got you!”

“Why are you like this? You for real, or is this still part of the prank?”

“I’m serious this time. I’m not pregnant! There’s the camera.” Tasha pointed to the hidden device before picking it up for a closer shot. Chadwick groaned at the realization that he’d been pranked, releasing equal parts relief and laughter. “Did I get you, baby? You believed me, didn’t you.”

“I still do. Are you sure you not pregnant? Where you get those from?”

“I’m sure! TiTi is the one that’s pregnant, so she let me use some of her pee.”

“And you let me touch it,” Chadwick exclaimed in disgust. “Nah, I don’t believe you. Go take a test real quick.”

“Really, Chad?”

“Hell yeah!” CoCo watched in shock as her husband situated Noah on his hip and pulled the handheld camera from her hand. “Don’t look at me like that. Go ‘head. We’ll wait.”

Chadwick continued the recording, catching all of the gripes and groans from Tasha while she searched the house for another pregnancy test. He captured Noah attempting to walk during the process, though the 10-month-old ultimately decided to crawl instead. After four minutes of waiting for the entire process to conclude, he was invited to join Tasha in the bathroom for the big reveal.

“See, I told you I wasn’t pregnant! One line!” Tasha danced around the master bathroom in victory, earning a smile and laugh from the men in her life. “Ha! I got you for the first time ever! I’m the queen of pranks!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“You were about to cry, babe.”

“Damn right,” he exclaimed. “We already have our hands full with the two we have. What the hell we gon’ do with another one?”

Tasha laughed at Chadwick’s animated facial expressions as he explained his fear of a new addition to the household.

“Well, maybe we can get a dog as a baby step to possibly having one more. No pun intended, of course.”

“With this stunt you pulled, you’ll be lucky to get some gas money from me. Now turn that thing off so we can get ready for my princess to come home. She wouldn’t lie to me like this.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, flipping the camera around to capture a shot her standing in the mirror. Tasha wore a triumphant smile as she prepared to sign off. “Let it be known that I am the queen of pranks in the Boseman house. Feel free to make clips of this and tag Chadwick in all of them. ‘Till next time, see you later lovelies!”

INSPIRATION VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dozJyW3GkA

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[micrathene-w]

My Second Sims 4 Household

Just going to say Right Up Front that if you're anti-LGBTQA, this family of Sims is not going to be your cup of tea, and you needn’t look under the cut.

For those of you remaining, this main fellas of this household are also fandom inspired. I'm not naming any names in this post; not sure if anyone who sees this will get who the inspiration was or not but... I ship it, okay? ;D

First of all, meet G. G has the Bodybuilder aspiration. He's a Bro, he's Cheerful, and he's a Goofball. I moved him into the Agave Abode in Oasis Springs, had him collect some of the more valuable fruits & flowers from there and Willow Creek to earn Simoleons gardening while he wasn't hanging out at the gym.

Then I moved B into the humble little Nookstone house I had just moved my first sim, Aislinn, out of. B's characterization is never very clear in his original canon, so I went with my headcanon-y version. He aspires to be a Renaissance Sim; he is Good, and a Geek, and a Genius. (He also started out looking very much like a little twink, didn't he?) He’s maxed out his Programming skill and earns royalties from video games and apps he’s created.

It took a frustratingly long time of me running around with one or the other of them, but eventually they met. They became friends. They stated, cautiously, to flirt a little. (Along the way, B stopped being *quite* so twink-looking because he spent half his time at the gym mooning after G.) 

Once they realized the attraction was mutual, the caution part? Kind of went out the window. Increasingly "steamy encounters" and ye olde "woohoo" followed pretty quick. B was the one to propose to G (so it's just as well he'd put on some muscle so he didn't drop the big guy when he swept him off his feet).

(...that moment when you realize your former-twink fiance can dip you now!)

They eloped and exchanged their vows immediately because the player was Not Yet Ready to tackle a wedding event lol. B moved into Agave Abode with his new spouse and left sad little Nookstone empty again. For a while. (But that's another story.)

Now somewhere during the course of all this, I was learning about Sims mods. Not just custom content to make my Sims look better (see B’s hair, above), but things that could make the game more realistic... and okay, in some ways less realistic, too. I downloaded MC Command Center and its companion mod, MC Woohoo. Among the many other things they allow you to customize in your Sims experience, the MC mods let you set a percentage chance that regular old woohoo might result in an “increasing” Sim, rather than just the deliberate choice to Try For Baby - that part was more relevant to my first sim.

What applied to these two, was the option to allow same-sex Sims to have their own children rather than adopt (or jump through hoops and maybe mess up their relationship to do a surrogacy, which had been my original plan). And also applicable, as it turned out, was the Autonomous Woohoo option.

Yup, MC Woohoo gives your Sims the chance to decide to toddle off to the bedroom even when you haven't made the choice to send them there. And these two, I swear, have used and abused that function more than any other Sim of mine. I would take my eyes off the screen for just a moment or two to answer a friend on Discord and their flirty banter would turn into a dash for the bedroom. I did not activate the "Autonomous Try For Baby" - but as it turned out, I didn't need to, for this pair.

It actually did catch me by surprise when G turned up in the background while I was playing my first Sim Aislinn... looking like this.

I changed households to them so fast I think it gave my computer whiplash and - yup. Baby on the way for the boys. I got over my nervousness about building and added both a second floor and a basement for G's exercise equipment to the Abode. G was a trooper about the whole thing, and in the usual 3 days' Sims-time off he went to the hospital and came home with their little son O. 

They both made much fuss over their baby and - when he aged up - their toddler.

Of course, once O got moved into his own room and would sleep through the night, the guys went back to their very flirty (and frequently autonomous) ways. I would mostly roll my eyes and figure out who had initiated what that time by which of them had the option to take a pregnancy test after. I didn't bother, because what were the odds of that happening again so soon? I think I had the risk factor set at all of 5%. And it came to nothing until just after O had maxed out his toddler stats and aged up into a child; the guys did what the guys do so often... but when I sent B to the bathroom after (he was, in the words of a popular Sims YouTuber, “desperate for a wee”) - in addition to the pregnancy test option, was a button for "Throw Up." 

Imagine me face-palming here.

As I told the friend on Discord, at least they took turns? 3 far more morning-sickness laden days later, second son R joined the family. Angel child O was not happy at first, but once his little brother aged up into a toddler Charmer instead of a tiny scream factory they got along much better.

Except G & B didn't even wait until R was ready to exit toddlerhood before G had a third one on the way. Baby sister C is going to be their last for now; I have switched the same-sex babies option off until further notice because these two... these two are as bad as rabbits. They would overrun Oasis Springs if I let them. My dudes, I love you dearly but this IS NOT the hundred-baby challenge okay?!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Chapter 21; Two wolves in love

AWWWWWWWWWWW And now we get to some major fluff of romance. Now I took inspiration from a certain Irish ASMR youtuber by the name of Gaelforce audio for some of Rauri’s dialogue because since both he and Aidan are Irish I thought, wth not. Anyways I hope you guys are enjoying these updates and I’ve only got one more chapter after this before this book is complete. Enjoy my lovelies only warning is make out sessions. Picture is NOT mine and imagine both of them as black wolves.

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The next morning the sun began to rise over the land and peek through the curtains of my room.  Lying on the bed was Rauri and I, my head resting on his chest cuddled up close to him with his arms wrapped around me and my arms wrapped around him.  I woke up for a brief moment to see Rauri still asleep.

Oh my god he looked so handsome even in his sleep. His features so relaxed and at peace, he looked like an Adonis.  I felt my heart flutter and beat rapidly before I softly kissed his jawline and rested my head back on his chest right over his heart.  

It was then I heard him moan tiredly and his arms wrapped around me tighter so I decided to pretend that I was asleep.

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t answer him because I wanted to see what he would do exactly. “(Y/n)~, come on I know that was you, there’s no one else that would kiss me like that”. I felt him place a kiss to my forehead before slowly going down my nose, giving me a soft peck on each of my cheeks before finally teasing the corner of my lips. “You gonna wake up for me now, hmm?” I heard his coo. 

And his Irish accent made him sound even more attractive and make my stomach turn in flips.  I almost caved in right then and there but I wanted to wait just a little bit longer.

“Guess I’m gonna have to go to plan B”. Suddenly I felt his hands go to my waist and gently squeeze them which made me instantly wake up and he now ended up on top of me grinning down at me saying, “There you are”. 

“Who told you?” I demanded.

“No one, I just wanted to see for myself. Good to know I now have a leverage against you”.

“I swear to God Rauri if you ever tickle me I won’t be responsible for super barking you across the jungle”.

“Well we wouldn’t want that now do we?” The two of us smiled at each other before looking into each other’s eyes.  Rauri leaned downward and captured my lips with his. My heart fluttered at his soft lips against mine then he separated from me before saying.  “Last night was the best night I have ever had in years”.

“Me too”. I went to reach my left hand to cup his face when I realized I was using my metal arm.  I paused and went to hide it but Rauri took my metal wrist gently and held it tightly in his hand and gave my fingers soft kisses.

“You don’t need to hide this from me my love, I love this arm because it is a part of you, the part that makes you so strong. Plus I find it very sexy on you”. He winked at that last statement which made me blush.  I heard him chuckle and he pecked my lips lovingly and he continued, “In all seriousness though, you never have to be afraid of showing your arm to me, you’re allowed to be naked in front of me. And what I mean by that is, you can be yourself, show me the real you, every day for the rest of our lives”.

I reached up and cupped his face in my hands and I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs and he held both my hands with his as the two of us looked at each other like love sick puppies.

“Rauri I—I have something to confess”.

“Anything my love, you can tell me anything”.

“I—Last night it—”

“It’s okay, you can tell me mo chroí”. I took a deep breath in through my nose and said to him.

“My whole life ever since I was eight, I had never had the experience of doing things that normal teenage girls got to experience, their first boyfriend, first kiss or even first time having sex. Because Hydra had other plans for me, then of course I joined the Avengers and didn’t really have enough time to go out on the town and date. But last night—it was the most magical night of my life and then—when we kissed…..Oh my God I can’t even describe it, it was beyond anything I had ever read about or had been told about. But I—I still don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do and I……I feel like one day you’ll grow tired of me because I’m technically a war criminal not to mention deceased to certain people and I—”

“You don’t have to explain anymore (y/n), I get it. More than you think, I was taken by Hydra too remember? I barely had time to date and even when I did, I was the dorkiest of dorks”. Rauri laughed softly which in turn made me laugh. He then stroked some of my hair out of my face and continued, “I don’t expect anything from you. All I want is your happiness and I hope I can be the best boyfriend and lover you could ever ask for your first time. And if I’m moving too fast for you, don’t hesitate to tell me, because I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t feel comfortable with”.

“Thank you babe”. I brought him down towards me and our lips connected again as we kissed each other passionately.  Just as the kiss was starting to get heated up, my door opened and Bucky’s voice rang out.

“Hey Wolfie Shuri wanted to know when—whoa okay off my little sister now Big Bad!” Rauri and I stopped and Rauri rolled off of me and I stared at Bucky wide-eyed.

“What the hell Barnes!? You can’t just go walking into my room like that! What if we were naked?” 

“Then I’d grab my rifle and chase that son of a bitch out of here while covering you up in all of your clothes plus the blankets”. I groaned in embarrassment as Rauri cleared his throat and said.

“It’s fine, I gotta go meet with Conner anyway, see you later this afternoon?” he said to me.  I nodded then he pecked my lips again and got out of my bed before walking out of my room but not before nodding to Bucky and leaving my room. Bucky shut my door as I got out of bed and he came up to me and cupped my chin and turned it side to side.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for any love bites or hickies, just because I let you date him doesn’t give him the right to mark you, believe me I know how guys like him work”.

“Calm down Bucky bear, he was basically you and Steve combined, the golden boy any father or brother would be lucky to date their little girl. He didn’t pressure me or anything, we just shared a kiss and fell asleep cuddling together. He even said he wasn’t gonna pressure anything on me since this is my first real relationship”. He looked at me and he said. 

“Alright, but I’m still gonna look at the surveillance video from last night just to make sure he got you home at a reasonable time”.

“Fine so long as you don’t install a hidden camera or heat sensor in here”.

“How did you know about the heat sensor?” I looked at him in shock before he smirked at me and said, “I’m kidding!” I punched him in the chest and went to change out of my dress into casual clothes and headed towards the lab to work with Shuri on my armor. 

A week later, I was in the training grounds practicing my forms and combinations when I heard Rauri’s voice say.

“I definitely fell for a badass warrior Princess”. I smirked and said.

“Warrior? Yes, badass? Hell yes, Princess? Not likely”. I turned to face Rauri and he said as he walked up towards me.

“Why must you deny the endearments I give you?” He wrapped his arms around me bringing me closer to him before capturing my lips in his. I shrugged and as we separated Rauri asked me, “So what did Shuri want to see you for”.

“Oh just business”.

“What kind of business?”

“None of your business”.

“Ahhh c’mon baby can’t you even give me a little hint?” Rauri begged.

“Nope it’s classified intel that you can’t make me say”.

“Awww please baby, I promise I won’t tell anyone what it is. What’s got my smart and pretty girl so occupied almost every day in the mornings?” I hummed then I said with a smirk.

“I’ll tell yah, if you wrestle me for it”. Rauri looked at me flabbergasted and he repeated my statement.

“You want to wrestle for it? You’re serious yeah?”

“Dixie-chick serious, what you scared big man? ‘Fraid you’re gonna get your Irish ass whooped by an American girl?” I mocked playfully.

“Alright now you’re askin for trouble”.

“Rauri’s a scaredy cat! Rauri’s a scaredy cat!” I began to taunt then he said.

“Okay I accept, but just playfully cause otherwise this’ll turn into a wolf fight cage match for sure”.

“Great so ground rules. No wolf forms allowed, no powers allowed, and no hitting below the belt, make it a clear fight”.

“Deal, whomever pins who for three wins, so if I win you tell me what you and Shuri work on together”.

“And if I win, you have to buy my lunch till the end of the week, deal?”

“Deal” we shook on it then stood before each other and began circling each other.  “Come on bring it on, c’mon!”  The two of us then began duking it out like real wrestlers in the ring.

Throwing punches and kicks at each other and getting into each other’s faces gloating about how each of us was gonna pin the other down.  Soon Rauri just had to play dirty and loosen himself up by removing his shirt leaving him shirtless before continuing to come at me.

“Oh God you mean business don’t yah? I can hardly keep up with yah”. He said as I held his wrists in my hands tightly.

“When it comes to Intel secrets I’ll fight to the death”.  I then kicked him in the gut sending him a ways back before running at him and like Natasha I flipped myself onto him and used my momentum to pull him down to the ground and pin him.

“Whoo baby. Oh my god I should not underestimate you!”

“Learned that from Black Widow herself, now then where was I? Oh yeah. 1…..2….” Suddenly I was kicked off and sent rolling across the floor.

“Betcha didn’t see that kick coming huh? Ahahaha!” We both stood up and circled each other again as Rauri taunted at me, “Come on bring it on, bring it on bad girl”. I smirked and went charging at him but suddenly Rauri flipped over me and grabbed my arm and brought me into a headlock before kicking my leg in hard enough to kneel to the ground but not hard enough to break my leg.“You know I’m getting that information out of yah you know that right?”

“In your dreams” I stated.

“Yeah and I’m gonna pin yah for it, like this”. He then pulled another dirty trick and began kissing my cheek and going towards my ear and he began whispering Gaelic deep into my ear.   

I let out a moan and tried to get out of his hold but Rauri held on strong before I was sent down to the ground and Rauri was now hovering over me.

“That was low even for you”.

“You never said seduction couldn’t be used my love”. He then began kissing me with so much passion I almost forgot that we were in the middle of a match. “So you gonna tell me what you and Shuri do, hmm?” Rauri cooed softly. “What does my sexy and smart Alpha girl do in that big laboratory with the Princess of Wakanda?”

“Not….telling” I moaned out through Rauri’s kisses as they began trailing down my neck. I heard him hum and he whispered.

“Well then, let me take those hands,” he took each of my wrists and then pinned them over my head continuing, “And pin them down, just like that. One…..two…..” Rauri then leaned in and captured my lips in his. 

He moaned which sent a shiver down my spine as our kiss got deeper and more passionate.  His wolf growls coming out in his human form made my stomach do such flips and made my inner She-wolf come out and want more of him.

“Yeah I’ll get that Alpha girl out of you, I’ll get her out of yah” Rauri moaned as his hands began to wonder around my sides. At that moment, I pulled my own trick.

As I separated and began kissing down Rauri’s neck making him moan and chuckle softly as well as growl.  I wrapped my arms around his back and slowly clawed down his bare back making him arch and at that moment I made my move as I flipped him over with great speed and hover over him.  Rauri laughed and threw his head back as he said.

“Oh my god that was amazing”.  Then just to make sure he got who won this challenge, I gave him a couple of slaps across his handsome face and he just grinned up at me before saying, “Okay baby I’ll say it, you are the champion,” he sat up and captured my lips with his before whispering against my lips, “You’re my champion”.

“Damn straight I am, now I believe you owe me lunch for the next week?”

“As agreed and I’m not complaining”. I got off of him but he brought me back down beside him making me giggle and he hovered over me before capturing my lips again.  “God I love you so much (y/n), my beautiful She-wolf”.

“I love you too Rauri, my tall, dark and handsome black wolf”. He smirked and nuzzled his nose against mine and he phased into his wolf form which made me turn as well and the two of us nuzzled and licked each other lovingly before running off into the jungle together. 

As more weeks passed by, and the weeks soon turned to months, Rauri and I felt like we were on cloud nine together.  I had never been more in love with anyone and I thought having a romantic relationship was far beyond my reach and that I would miss having the one thing everyone wishes to have, but Rauri has been my saving grace and I couldn’t ask for a better man than him.

Every day with him is something new, whenever I wasn’t busy training or working with Shuri on my armor (and that day after the wrestling match between us, I went ahead and told Rauri what he wanted to know and he wished to see it once it was completed) he’d always have a special little picnic out or leave a beautiful flower in the lab or in my room for me with a cute little rhyme or poem.

Tonight, Rauri and I were out in the plains staring up at the Aurora Borealis dance across the sky.  The sky glowing a beautiful violet and blue which made Rauri appear more handsome.  He turned towards me and he asked me.

“What is it?”

“Just you” I reached up and brushed a stray curl of hair out of his face and said, “and all your Adonis glory”. 

“Nah not really”.

“Oh so I can’t be insecure of when you compliment me but you can when I compliment you” I mocked.

“It’s different”.

“Bullshit how is it different?”

“Because I’m always looking at a true beauty inside and out, me on the other hand……” I took notice that something was off about him tonight so I said to him.

“Hey, you know whatever it is you can tell me right?” He looked at me with shameful eyes but he leaned towards me and captured my lips with his in a kiss as he cupped my face.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him deeper into the kiss.

*3rd Person POV*

Unbeknownst to (Y/n) they were being watched from beyond the plains.  A man with slick, short black hair, a beard starting to grow around his jaw stared at the two of them saying.

“Do it. What are you waiting for Rauri? Do it already!” He clenched his fists tightly only to see Rauri and (y/n) separate from their kiss and cuddle up to each other.  The man growled then took off running but surprisingly he turned into a big black dog. 

Hidden within a warehouse, a fearsome cry was heard and there stood Conner himself.

“You’re sure Russo?”

“No question, I saw it with my own eyes”. The man known as Russo said to Conner.  Conner snarled and turned his back on Orion and snarled out.

“Rauri cannot betray us!” His eyes suddenly phased snake-like as a snake hiss came from out of his throat. 

Later that night, after Rauri had dropped (y/n) off at her room and kissing each other goodnight, Rauri snuck out of the facility and ran in wolf form into the woods. 

He stopped at a clearing and he heard Conner’s voice hiss.

‘You’re stalling mate!’ Rauri phased back into his human form and said.

“I know I keep saying this will be it but I still need more time to win her trust….”

‘YOU’VE HAD PLENTY OF TIME!! You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?’

“No Conner I’m…..”

‘Stalling Rauri. Tomorrow, bring her out here to me and we settle this once and for all. Do it or I will do it tonight in her sleep!’

“YOU LEAVE HER ALONE CONNER!! We agreed it has to be me, I promise you tomorrow first thing I’ll bring her here”.

‘You better, wouldn’t want my best mate’s girl to suddenly fall into a terrible accident late at night, now would we’.  Rauri hissed in pain as revealing itself from his neck was a symbol of a snake and his eyes suddenly turned wolf gold but instead of full blown black pupils, they were straight and dagger like, almost like a snake.

“No Conner” Rauri stated soullessly like he had no conscious anymore.

‘Good now get back there so no one suspects anything, and remember Rauri. No stalling this time’.

“Yes”.

[serpent-jugheadjones]

Little Miss Jellybean - Phone Calls - Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Jellybean Jones / Implied Jughead Jones x Reader  

Description: Jughead’s only form of communication with his sister is through phone calls.  

Warnings: None I can think of.   

Word Count: 1500

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long since I posted, long story short I had to spend a few days in the hospital, and that’s not really the most stimulating place. Thank you my twin @southsidejuggie for the inspiration. I planned on having their lyrics included in the fic, turns out I’m not a song writer, so it didn’t work. The Partner Revealed Part 6 is still a work in progress, I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible.

Jughead is vaguely staring outside Archie’s window into Y/N’s room, wondering if she’s home and whether he should climb her balcony again. Just as he’s about to text her to announce he’s coming, he gets a call from his sister.

“Hello, Jellybean, my one and only sister. How great of you to call.”, he answers the phone sarcastically.

“That’s better than your latest greeting, but next time tone it down a notch.”, she teases.  

“What? That was too much for you, baby sis?” They both giggle.

“So, Jughead Jones working construction.”, Jellybean exposes, intrigued at the news she got. “Didn’t take you for a laborer.”

“How do you know?”, he hypothesizes where she could’ve gotten that information. “It was one time, as a favor.”

“I have my sources. You’re not the only detective in the family.”, she jokes.”Ironic that you, the one trying to save the land, has to work on it’s destruction.”, she points out, conflicted between sadness and inevitability. 

“Sometimes there are more important things than holding grudges. Mr. Andrews was there for me when no one else was. I owed him. Still do.”, he shares. 

“You are too pure for this world, brother.”, his sister observes. 

“Some would disagree with you.”, he protests, preparing to justify his point of view. “Archie found out about dad.”

“I know.”, Jellybean reveals. “Archie texted me. He was furious.”

“Yeah, I got the wrath of Archibald in front of Y/N.” Jughead shows a great deal of discontent in his voice.

“I’m sorry she had to find out that way.” JB knows it was inevitable for Y/N to eventually see that for herself.

“It was surprisingly fine. Y/N told me she had her suspicions and that it doesn’t change anything between us.” He laughs, wondering how he got so lucky. “But what did Arch tell you?”

“A bunch of crap. People say a lot of stuff they don’t mean when they’re mad.”, she tries to spare her brother of his best friend’s rage impulsed words. “I made sure he knew it was all bull and it would be stupid to throw away years of friendship over our dad’s mistakes.”

“Sounds like the only thing keeping us together is your golden words of advice.” That makes his sister laugh. “Since when are you guys in contact anyways?”

“Since you sent me the songs. Had to give him my review.”, she answers, remembering her words to Archie (You should work on building lyrics structure not infrastructure). “He also edited a song me and Mad’s wrote to sing at the school’s talent show.”

“How come I’m only hearing about this now?”, he questions, a little hurt that his sister kept that from him and not Archie, even though he was the one to suggest his friend to help them.

“We weren’t sure we were going to perform it. We just started practicing.”, she explains with some reluctance. “But when Archie sent us the finished lyrics, we HAD to.”

“Please tell me you have it on video.” He understands his sister didn’t want to tell him something and then fail, but he’s still hurt he missed her first performance.

“Yeah! Mom recorded it. I’ll send it to you now.”, she says bubbly.

Jellybean hangs up and soon after Jughead’s phone get a notification. “Call me back after you finish it.” Attached with the video. He plays it immediately.

Jughead watches Jellybean and Mads get on the stage. His sister’s teased hair in high pigtails with bright pink extensions, sparkly silver make up, her whole outfit a mix of 80’s David Bowie and School of Rock which he found fit her perfectly. They start playing and Jug can’t hold a grin. JB sings in a Joan Jett like voice the amazing lyrics two 12-year-olds wrote and it sounded professional, at least for his ears. As soon as the video ends, he calls his sister, still smiling through his teeth.

“ What do you think? I know it’s short and raw but we didn’t have much time to work on musicality. It’s still too ‘Ramones’ for our liking...”, she rambles nervously.

“Forsthia!”, he interrupts her rambling, knowing her real name would get her attention. “You started a band without knowing how to play, wrote a song, kicked ass with your guitar, and delivered a killer performance.” Jughead wishes he could’ve been there to tell her that face to face.

“You think so?”, she asks, relief and joy filling her words.

“You’re a natural talent, stubborn in a good way. You’re unstoppable. When you put something in your head you make it happen. I can’t wait to see how far you’ll go.”, he tells her proudly.

“Don’t make me cry, Juggie. And don’t worry. I won’t be a sell-out like Archie. You gotta keep an eye on that boy.” JB tries to stop the conversation from getting too serious.

“So you’re really up to date with the news? Can’t do much if he’s pimping himself out.”, Jughead condemns.

“You know he doesn’t have a filter on what he says. If you’re a good friend,  make sure he learns how to think twice. Arch is impulsive and that will lead him to some pretty bad spots.”, she warns her brother.

“Tell me about it. I think escorting Cheryl to her crazy family’s events are already as bad as it gets.”, he chuckles, knowing exactly how hard it is to keep his friend from acting on instinct rather than reason. “But tell me how you became one with your musical instrument so fast?”

“Oh, right. Mr. Mason let me borrow one of his guitars. My choosing, he said. Their house is like the rock museum. He has a huge variety of Les Pauls and Gibsons, but I gotta start small, so I went basic: dark green Fender Stratocaster '62.” Jughead doesn’t undertand much about brands and such, but he listens intently about his sister��s passion. “So I watched a Youtube video on simple accords and how to make them sound original. I’m not sure sure how much of it we got, but it sure is SIMPLE.” She laughs nervously.

“Autodidact much, huh? Did you girls find a name for the band already?” Jug is quite curious.

“No, we haven’t found anything that really represents us. Mads suggested Dark Basilisk. You and me both know why it doesn’t work, but she can’t get the irony.” In fact, Jellybean hopes her friend never does.

“How about ’Mad Beans’?” Jughead is overjoyed to be involved in it.

“It’s perfect, Jug. Thanks.” Jellybean writes it down on her notebook to tell Maddison later. “Anyways. What’s the update on the Jason Blossom sleuthing?”, she inquires.

“Y/N heard the Serpents had something to do with Jason dealing drugs and we went to ask dad about it. He confessed his guys provided Jason with the get-away car under the condition that he carried their ‘product’ out of town.” He doesn’t see the point on keeping secrets from her, however bad it sounds.

Jellybean stays silent, with her free hand covering her agape mouth, not entirely shocked her father is involved in a crime, but rather scared from their safety if someone else finds out.

“He didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”, he tries to make it perfectly clear, scared of his sister’s silence.

“It didn’t even cross my mind, Jug. Dad made some wrong decisions, but he’s not a killer. I know that.”, she eases her brother’s fear. “I’m just scared for you.”

“I’m gonna find whoever did it and it will all be over, don’t worry.”

“I’m already worried.”, she admits. “I have to go. Mom says I can’t practice guitar until my homework is done.”

“She’d tell me that too, but it’s easier to pretend to do homework when your hobby is writing.” He laughs. “And starting now I’m the first to hear anything from you, ok?

“Okay. Juggie, don’t show dad the video...”, she whispers.

“My mouth is sealed. Bye, JB.” He knows she just wants her father to see it  when her band is way better.

Jughead hangs up and heads to Y/N’s house to show her the video, as Jellybean didn’t say anything about anyone else. He just knows Y/N/N will love it just as much as he did. On his way down the stairs of Andrew’s house, he finds Archie playing his guitar in the living room. “Hey man, thank you for helping JB with the band.”, Jug shows his deep appreciation to his friend. “No problem.”, Archie replies as if it weren’t such a big deal.

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Summer in Brooklyn - Thorcid fanfic

A\N: Fic number 51 is a lucky charm! ✨

Writing this fic was a fun experience, because when you write on vacation I think it really pours into the writing that your brain is not so troubled. A hopeful fic, who would have thought. I’ve been obsessed with the idea of writing a summer camp fic, and it’s not AU, that’s right. All inside the thorcid novel!

Thank you @featherpluckn @raviolipocketoli @fashionclownn for the injury prompts, hope I used them well!

I’m really curious of what you guys are going to think because it’s completely different from everything else. Drop me a note 💕

*

“Okay, I think we have enough footage of the apartment. One last question and we can wrap it up? I’m going to the club with you to shoot the auction and street takes”

The producer and director of the King of queens series was sitting on a stool behind Shane’s crowded make-up corner. He was paired up with the camera man that seemed completely ready to finish the last shots of the day, fatigue on his face, chewing gun impatiently. Shane was in the process of overdrawing his lips and he wondered how much footage of him prepping they were going to use. Having people following him around the whole day was fun, but he was sure his house reflected him a little too well. An anthropological experience, they’ve captured all the tiny details as if he was an animal of rare habits to catch on camera, and everything was too precious to not record it.

“Living through art can be volatile sometimes I guess, music and drag performance, how do you deal with being blocked? Was there ever a time that you ran out of ideas?”

Shane chuckled nervously and looked down fumbling his brushes. He loves giving interviews because the stream of thoughts inside his head never ceases. But somehow just the word block was a bad omen, incited the feeling back again and he wanted to shake it off.

“You know, as musician, I feel protected” he paused to start his eyeliner and only continued after finishing the wing. He dropped the pencil down and turned his back to them. “Because music is beyond me. It surrounds me. Like if I’m blocked I can practice Brahms concerto until I have blisters, the work is already done, I just need to tune in. But drag comes out of me and…” he stopped taking a deep sigh, collecting the right words, gesticulating trying to summon them in thin air. “When my good friends are trying to cheer me up, I always try to remember. My life goes in a sine cosine, you know? When you’re really high you need to know there’s probably a lower point coming. Prepare for it. And when you’re low and you’re sitting like why am I doing this? You gotta know that right around the corner you’ll get inspired again”

The producer agreed pondering his advice and Shane got back to concentrating on the mirror in front of him.

*

It doesn’t matter how successful you are.

If you decide to take a break from work everybody gets worried. People are supposed to never stop the sick cycle carousel, and especially people like Shane are allegedly known for never giving up. When Shane told his dad, he furrowed the brows they both shared, asked if everything was okay financially and asked very awkwardly if Jamin was treating him right. He laughed finding it endearing. Jamin was treating him very right. It was his own soul-searching experience that his boyfriend had nothing do to with it.

Jamin’s reaction to the news wasn’t that much different from his father. I’m not going to take any drag gigs for a month. The big blue eyes widened as if they were going to fall from their orbits. He was in full disbelief but struggling to not throw him wet blankets.

“I want to believe you can, but I think after a week the withdraw is going to kick in and you’re bursting into the I’m so excited number around the house and break everything”

Shane was decided to prove them wrong, but it was way harder than he thought. After cleaning the whole apartment and catching up with errands and chores that were on hold for almost a year, there wasn’t much left to do. Jamin still had gigs booked and was doing his own clean up too. But Jamin was organized and a very active artist. He is always drawing, breaking, gluing and sewing. All at once. The kid that used to blow stuff in his house garage had his own studio and he was there all his free time. Shane worked in a complete different way. He overanalyzed his ideas working on all the outcomes and it took him a while to engage in action.

It got easier when his sister came to the rescue sent by his father. She asked him if he want to teach a kid’s band in summer camp for three weeks. His nieces were too small for summer camp, but their school was quite liberal and his sister assured him he could perform in drag once. He wasn’t totally convinced about that. Or about the whole prospect of it.

After a while marinating the idea in silence, considering all possible scenarios, he told Jamin while they were talking trough Facetime.  Shane was eating Chinese food from the box on bed in Brooklyn and used his pillow as a phone support in front of him. Jamin was in California helping Becky at work and laid down on his hotel room bed.

It took him few seconds processing the most random information he ever heard, Shane continued slurping the noodles of the chop suey until he dropped the box impatiently.

“Fuck, you’re killing me. Just say something!”

“Where is it again? Vermont?” He asked scratching his left eye in a very sleepy tone.

Shane wasn’t expecting this question so he was unsure if he got it right. “Yeaaah? I actually know the place.”

Shane bit his lower lip in anticipation putting down the box while Jamin was still looking at him, thousands of questions behind his reddish eyes.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be a good teacher to these kids, and I know, it’s a complete new world? But I have a good feeling about it? It could go wrong in so many ways though”

“It’s going to be great, Thorg. You love this stuff. Wasn’t this what you had in mind? To disconnect…it’s just that, three weeks…”

Shane face was softening. Jamin wasn’t sure of his capacity, it was something else.

“I guess I was used to have you all day for me these past days…” he confessed giving up to beat around the bush.

Shane tilted his head as if he was watching the cutest video of baby animals on YouTube.

“Come with me”

Jamin scoffed shaking his head and cleared his throat.

“I wasn’t a boy scout like you, thank you very much. I’m an indoors queen. I never got the nature call”

“At least the last days, to watch me perform with the kids…getting a tan by the lake…make out in the woods” he lured him shimming his shoulders and raising his brows repeatedly. Shane felt a shiver down his spine as the memory of their last time in the woods was coming back.

“We’ll see, I can’t promise you anything” he replied being mysterious.

Shane was focusing on his lips on the screen. He kept licking them because of the dry weather.

“I can promise you the best marshmallows you ever eaten.”

Jamin observed him embracing his knees, the sweetest smile on his face.

“You play dirty”

*

The last time Shane was in summer camp he was still a kid. And this was the first thing he realized when he stepped out of his sister’s car into Kidville’s summer camp. The place was huge and surrounded by a forest, it was way fancier than what he recalled. There were cabins for the different age groups, and a main house for dining, lounging and internet connection. No wonder kids these days didn’t know how to do anything. They would comfortably get into the wild.

The other thing Shane came to notice, was that he was surrounded by straight people. And it’s been a long time since he was exposed to so many of them. The counselors were curious about his experience on TV, and how their gay friends watch the show and how cool drag was. Carefully being condescending and observing if he was going to magically transform into a woman.

The counselor for more physical activities such as taking the kids to the woods to show them scout tricks was impressed how he still knew all the tricks. The water activities instructor invited him to help with the kids on the second day. He was rusty in the beginning, but his childhood as competitive swimmer paid off.

A week later and Shane was the kids favorite. Mister Galligan was cool, because he always let them past the time in the lake. He watched Fantasia with the band kids and talked about the history of each song.

His favorite counselor was Dana. She was the drama teacher and her husband was the coach of the baseball team in the school. She looked like Melissa McCarty but with bright red hair. It was late at night and they were at the dinner table in the main house. Shane was helping her doing the dishes, drying what she was washing with a dishcloth.

“Let me finish these. I have some chocolate cake that I sneaked in from the city. It’s in the drawer” she winked at him taking the dishcloth from Shane’s hands.

He picked the cake and sat on the table, setting a plate for her. He was eating almost a whole piece, putting his foot on the chair next to him. They were alone so he could relax.

“Oh, you can eat mine” she said joining him on the table and noticing the plate he made for her. “I bought this by impulse. Brian would sniff the chocolate from a mile”

Brian was the husband. He seemed like a nice guy but every time Shane got near him he felt like he had a mission like Miss Vida in “To wong foo”. Dana didn’t sound unhappy but their relationship was a little bit off lately from what he captured in their late-night conversations.

“You’re gorgeous. You both should eat the cake and enjoy life” he answered cutting one more slice. She observed him giggling as Shane checked Jamin’s last messages. “I was trying to go on a diet but my boyfriend is the one to ruin it. I sent a piece of this ridiculous cake to him. He is awful”

Even though everyone there knew he was gay Shane could swear Meg’s face changed every time he mentioned him.

“Oh, you haven’t showed me a picture of him yet!”

Shane searched in the mess of his cell for pic of Jamin, but he didn’t have many. The best one was taken in a sneaky way, he was sitting on the kitchen’s table staring at his laptop all concentrated. One of the few pictures that he wasn’t making any stupid faces.

“Wow, he is a stud!” she nodded while Shane zoomed the picture.

“He is. But he doesn’t know and he is always escaping from pictures, which is not fair since he is a professional photographer and he takes pictures of me all the fucking time”

She softly chuckled but with a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn’t even remember the last time Brian noticed her enough to take pictures of her.

“How long have you guys been together?” she shook off the feelings focusing on the happiness of her new friend.

“We’ve been friends for almost twelve years, but in a relationship for a year. It still sounds weird every time I think about it but I’ll get used to it eventually.”

“Brian was my high school boyfriend, my first…everything”

“Oh” Shane uttered. “That happens quite often with girls, right? You seem like you were the high school sweethearts”

“We were and somehow still are. And now our kids are becoming teenagers and ugh, sometimes it feels like we never left school”

Shane observed her grabbing a piece of cake and eating it.

“You go, girl. But it’s so good, right? The kids are so great…I don’t know if it’s because I connect with their chaotic train of thought. You get used to artificial lights you forget that there is brightness outside…”

“I would kill for some artificial lights. And make up. And glamour.” she spoke full mouth forking the cake again to retrieve another slice.

“Girl, I can arrange that in a minute. We need a makeover day. I guess…we’re always craving for new places. New platforms.”

“That’s the fuel of being an artist, right?” she shrugged and swallowed another piece, clueless about the answer for the question Shane had in mind the whole time.

*

Shane kept in touch with Jamin constantly but it wasn’t easy since they only had internet connection in the main house, and the activities drained him off a lot. He was helping the band kids, the swimming team and Dana with the costumes for her presentation. He had no idea how useful he could be in that environment.

Week two was over fast.

He was finally tanned, a darker shade and a healthy glow not just burning red serving tourist realness.  His freckles were popping out and his dreads were suffering with the different humidity. He dropped the pounds he wanted to lose just with the constant exercising.

Time was passing by so fast it surprised him. It was good to wake up and having a routine. He didn’t have a plane to catch. Opposite to people’s conceptions, the earth was way gentler than being in the clouds. At the end of each day he didn’t have tips, but the rewards were there. Every time Katie lit up getting the right note.

Week three was there.

Jamin turned down his invitation because Acid was booked the whole weekend. It was Proud month and Shane was aware he was swimming against the tide. He didn’t have high expectations he would come but he was slightly sad.  He really wanted to share this happiness with him.

“Jim, you have to go from G to E minor slowly, the tempo is not right yet. I’m going to play again and you just follow me”

Shane was with the band practicing in the main house. They had a small studio with a lovely view for the forest in a glass wall. Jim was the oldest one and the pianist, fourteen years old and seemed completely done for the day. Shane was sitting by his side showing the correct notes and he was rolling his eyes.

“Mister Galligan, can I go? All the kids already left…the art workshop will start in ten minutes and it’s across the field…”

Shane stopped playing defeated. He was being nip picky and he didn’t want to go full mode neurotic. He smiled and made a gesture for him to go.

“Thaaaaaank you!” he pleaded relieved almost running to grab his backpack. “Aren’t you coming? Today we’re having a new teacher!”

Shane didn’t seem interested collecting the sheets from them piano support but when he heard new teacher his stomach swirled, and before he turned his back a familiar voice entered the room.

“I heard Mr. Galligan was holding the band members as hostages so I came to rescue them”

Jamin was there, hands on waist, wearing classic dad bermuda shorts, backpack on his left shoulder and from what Shane noticed full of art supplies.

“Are you the assistant of Mrs. Holland? I’m Jim!” the boy offered him a hand and Jamin exchanged glances with Shane that was clearly trying to contain his excitement.

“Yeah, I’m Jamin. Please, don’t need the mister”

They greeted each other and Jim was waiting for them to walk him to the class. Shane was too hypnotized with the new assistant to react.

“Er, Jim can you wait outside some minutes while I help Mr…Galligan with the- uh, - he looked around but everything was pretty tied up.

“I’m going to give him his schedule and catching him up a bit” Shane finally reacted pushing the kid gently across the room.

He closed the door behind them and Jamin was already him pushing Shane against the door for a kiss that almost swiped his mouth off.  Jim heard the thump noise outside but continued playing with his cellphone.

Jamin’s arms were around him and his lips latched on his neck as his hands explored his lower back and pulled him grabbing hard his ass to squeeze him further against the door. Jamin was nuzzling his ear on the line of his jawline and planting small kisses, “You smell like sunscreen…and your skin is so warm. I was freezing at home…” he paused to kiss him again slowly, and when he disconnected he looked deep into his eyes, and whispered opening a huge smile, “Mr. Galligan”

Shane giggled with his arms around his shoulder.

“The only place I’m taken seriously”

Then he adjusted Jamin’s glasses that were all crooked and kept staring at him like he was going to fade away any moment.

“I had to reschedule a lot so you owe me many things, this is not for free, bitch. We have two days left for perfect marshmallows, sunlight and hopefully making out in the woods”

Shane was shaking his head feeling sorry.

“Yeaaah, about that. The woods are so guarded here they have rangers and the older kids are camping these days” he pouted. Jamin wasn’t ready to give in.

“Make it work” he demanded slapping Shane’s ass lightly and getting out of his embrace. “Your student is outside and apparently I have a class too. This is so weird”

Shane laughed exasperated. Was this really happening?

“You’re going to be fine. You’re a mysterious kid whisperer. And they’re great here. Just stay away from the Yellow group. They are the third graders and that’s the worst age, I hope my nieces and Ally never grow up”

They left the room to find Jim outside thankfully oblivious of their quick come back make out.

*

Jamin grew up in artificial places. Not that he hated nature, it was nature that provided the inspiration to create his own alternative vision of the world and himself. Acid Betty was untamed in so many levels, always strutting fierce in the wilderness of the night. He had few memories of summer camp, but growing in California and then going to London sort of shun him away from the typical American suburban rituals.

He was the assistant of the main art teacher. She was in her early twenties, typical art student with pink hair and tattoos and a lot of pretentious talk. They were teenagers and they seemed more interested in her hair and Jamin’s piercings than painting techniques. But when they started working, Jamin felt a strange fulfillment looking at their canvas, they all seemed so similar outside, but each one had a different type of stroke, the color use and drawing line. So unique and inspiring.

Jamin avoided social contact as much as he could, but sometimes it was good to remember the good in people.

The day went by fast and after the class it was lunch break and Dana showed him the place. He barely saw Shane, but his name was brought up constantly, which made him strangely proud. Dana seemed sweet and curious, but discreet. He could feel they were the first gay couple she ever interacted in a deeper level.

It was probably past 3 pm and Jamin needed to recharge his cellphone before the next group activity. Then he saw Shane’s message to meet him by the lake.

Shane: Swimming time is finished here. I’m trying to catch a fish for dinner. I have the marshmallows you bring the wood for the campfire…no sexual innuendo intended. Although, yes please.

Dana was talking to the other counselors and side eyeing Jamin. The blond and tall one with a thick beard seemed to be her husband.

Jamin: Dana is with me and she seems determined to not leave me alone. Thorg, you need to rescue me. I interacted with too many people today. I may collapse.

There was no way he was going to get rid of her so they all went to the lake together. It was their break time, but there was a small group of kids playing with a ball near the pier. Jamin eyed Shane from afar, standing up with his fishing rod and no shoes on by the shore. He was still wet from the swimming competition with the kids and his shorts and a white tank top were glued in his skin. The dreads were mostly out and a portion loose in a messy bun.

As he got closer Shane turned with a smile that was brighter than the sun. He wanted to kiss the top of his shoulder full of freckles but Dana and Brian were behind him, so he just brushed his waist.

“Hi” he warned him of his presence rubbing lightly his back. He could swear Shane was going for a kiss but he also remembered they were not alone nodding for Dana and Brian.

“How was it?” he asked curious, exchanging the glance between Jamin and Dana, but still paying attention to his grip on the fishing rod.

“Oh, it was just great! Jamin gave them Acid Betty cards and the kids couldn’t believe they are the same person”

“I can’t believe it too” added Jamin surprised with himself, and he was unconsciously rubbing Shane’s back in circles.

Brian was trying to not stare at them, as if he was watching his parents kissing.

“Shane, are these for the campfire?” Brian noticed eager the beginning of a campfire by the shore. “Honey, help me fetch some more?” he asked tilting his head for Dana. She buffed aware of his discomfort.

“Sure” she replied not excited at all.

Shane looked at Jamin and made an “ooops” face. Jamin observed the horizon and took a deep breath.

“They are so…. straight” Jamin pondered observing the lake buoys. The lake didn’t seem deep but if they were using these it probably had dangerous spots.

Shane was laughing but trying to not lose focus from the water. “I know, I thought Brian was going to faint if you get any closer…”

“But they know, right? About us? I don’t want to hide even here”

“They know” he reassured him. Jamin observed Shane furrowing his brow looking at the lake but the waters remained untroubled.

“How long have you been here?” he asked sitting down on the pier by his side. He removed his sneakers and to wet his feet. The water was freezing cold, and yet Shane was there and wearing almost nothing. He eyed his legs, the water running making a puddle on the floor.

“Maybe half an hour….” he calculated. “I used to go fishing with dad a lot. But he says I’m too impatient and my trace gets too tense.”

“Well, you can’t have all the abilities in the universe”

Shane rolled his eyes and deep sighed. He stared at the line the sky was full of colors, it looked like one of the canvas of his temporary students.

“Thank you for this. I think we really needed it”

Shane just nodded relieved and Jamin grabbed his bare calf, planting small kisses, Shane shivered with the ticklish sensation. He tasted salty and earthly. Jamin was addicted to his new taste. They stood there in silence just listening to the kids playing with the ball behind them. Shane started humming along a song, until he started the lyrics.

Percussion…strings…winds…words

There you see her

Sitting there across the way

She don’t got a lot to say

But there’s something about her

And you don’t know why

But you’re dying to try…

The Little Mermaid was one of Jamin’s favorite movies. Shane was dancing along until he looked down at Jamin and winked.

“You wanna kiss the girl”

Jamin was trying not to be completely in love with this man but it was an impossible task. Especially when he would hit on him singing The little mermaid and making a perfect impression of Sebastian’s singing voice.

“Stop trying to catch poor Flounder and come here” he grabbed Shane’s calf again.

Shane retrieved the rod giving up and sat by his side.

“You want to be my Eric?” he asked his arm around his shoulder, just like he did when Bob and Lucian were arguing in the taping of Street Meatz.

“Oh my god! You’re that crazy bird, that one that brings Ariel all the human objects!”

He said laughing hard and Shane pinched him lightly.

“Bitch!”

They heard an “Uh-hum” sound behind them and Brian and Dana were there for god knows how long.

“The wood is there but we’re leaving. We’re gathering the other counselors before we start the last activities of the day” Brian said avoiding looking at them.

“Shane, it’s getting late but the kids still want to play so you guys can take them?”

“Sure, we’re just putting these away and we’ll follow you” Shane reassured her. She looked bothered with Brian’s presence.

They left and they started packing up. Shane observed that the kids were throwing the ball quite high. Meggie threw the ball in a one high kick and it landed on the lake. She was positively scared after realizing what happened.

“Mr. Galligan can you pick it up for us?”

The other kids were on the shore ready to jump in but Jamin stopped them. The ball got stuck in some branches on the other side of the shore, in a place full of rocks and moss. Jamin observed him ready to jump in, always cocky.

“Shane, don’t you think it’s better to get the coach?”

“I was swimming back there yesterday” he scoffed jumping in.

They observed his broad strokes until he got there. Everything looked easy and the kids were anxious for him to come back. When he stopped at the shore he retrieved the ball with no effort, it wasn’t stuck, just placed in the branches nest. When he showed them the ball like a trophy Shane lost balance and his expression changed for a smile to pain. The kids gasped.

“Are you okay?!” Jamin yelled worried almost jumping in.

“Yes!” Shane answered but still not moving. “I…slipped and I think I scratched my foot in a pointy rock…” he replied looking down at the water calculating his way back.

“Do you want me to get you?”

In the middle of the question Shane was already swimming back slowly. Jamin knew it couldn’t be something so serious but he was ready to rescue him. When Shane got closer Jamin got in the water to help him. As he was walking out the trail of blood was dyeing the water red.

The kids were shocked and Meggie almost crying. Jamin asked them to make way so he could help Shane to sit on the tree trunk next by the firewood.

“I’m fine, I’m fine…there’s no need to panic. Meggie, I’m fine sweetie. It’s nothing”

“Go get the people from the nursery room. I can take care of him”

The kids followed Meggie.

“I can’t even look at it but it’s burning like…fuck!” he winced as he moved the leg and Jamin winced with him. It was a cut on the bridge of the foot. His knee was scratched too.

“How did you even do this?” Jamin noticed kneeled in front of him. “It was so fast”

“The damn moss is so slippery. When I tried to wave the ball, I lost balance and…”

Jamin was worried about Shane but somehow, he was finding it hilarious.

“Stop laughing, this hurt!” he replied annoyed and Jamin cupped his face for a peck.

“Sorry, sorry…you’re just so cocky…waving that ball like a big hero”

He side hugged him and few minutes the people from the nursery room were there.

*

Shane needed two stiches and had to use a crutch so it wouldn’t hurt to put weight on his leg. He was dismissed from the camp activities the rest of the day but Jamin wasn’t. He slept in the hammock of the main room and dreamed about performing in drag for the kids the other day. It was the best nap he took in months.

He took a long bath and come back to the main house for to meet the other counselors for dinner. He wasn’t expecting to be so distant of Jamin the whole day and they didn’t have individual rooms and Jamin’s bed was far from his. He wondered if they would have any time alone at all. After dinner, they played board games and since there was no alcohol allowed they got sugar high with milkshakes from fresh fruits. He was dying for a beer. He was a creature of the night and Jamin’s presence awake his true habits.

“How’s the foot?” Jamin asked sitting next to him on the table and caressing his thigh. His boot was wrapped in a bandage and his knee still red from the scratch. Dana observed them with a sweet smile across the table.

“I probably will have to chop it off” he joked dramatically. It was stinging but the painkiller was kicking in smoothly.

“Do you want another milkshake?” Jamin asked feeling sorry for him. Shane was looking at him as if he was the dessert he wanted to drink in.

“Um, can you find a shot of whiskey and beer?”

Jamin chuckled, his hand going inside Shane’s thigh a bit more.

“Yes? Thousands of miles from here in Brooklyn?” he replied grabbing harder and then standing giving a soft tap. He got up to get more.

Shane sighed frustrated observing his ass in those daddy shorts. Shane felt Dana’s eyes on him the whole time until she finally joined him.

“Are you okay?”

He chuckled. He got balloons of get well, flowers, and people couldn’t stop asking if he was okay apparently.

“I am in-credible. It looks more serious than it really is”

She seemed like she wanted to confess something. She was acting weird the minute Jamin arrived.

“Shane, I’m sorry I-I” she stuttered trying to find the words.

Oh boy, Here we go, he thought.

“I’m acting crazy around you and Jamin, I know I’m staring. I’m just, ugh! I miss this. The way you look at each other. You’re just so full of passion…and Brian, please don’t be bothered with him. He is awkward with people in general”

Shane didn’t know what to answer because it was the first time someone ever said this to him. He realized that all his previous relationships weren’t exactly goals for anyone. And being in a place like that the magnifying glass was on them.

“Girl, just relax… I…we just really happy that we’re here. Thank you for this. And you need to surprise Brian, you need to find each other again. Drop by tomorrow before the kids concert, let’s dress up a bit. You’ll feel renewed”

She opened a big smiled and hugged him profusely.

*

It was late and Jamin was laid on the hammock in the balcony outside, rocking it peacefully. It was a big lounging area, lit only by the stars and the light coming from the living room. Shane’s violin soloist asked him for a private rehearsal since they couldn’t practice and he was waiting him to come back. The silence was luring him to sleep. The city is always so noisy that his ears were getting used to the bucolic environment.

Jamin was sure it was almost midnight, and he was drowsy, limbs sore from the full day. He wanted Shane to come back, and just the thought of him in that pier was enough to make him warm. He felt slowly being taken by the slumber when he saw Shane’s silhouette was forming in front of him. He wondered if it was a dream, but he was very vivid leaning his crutch on the wall and indicating that he was going to join him on the hammock.

It was big but enough for the two of them but they needed to adjust positions. Shane was side laying, his hurt leg over Jamin’s as he used the free leg on on the floor to rock them slowly.

Shane started kissing his neck with no rush, as his hand traveled across his chest. Jamin deep sighed relieved and side kissing him. His hands reached for Shane’s cheek, and his fingers dug his dreads, languid caressing his scalp. Shane’s hands were clutching down his belly searching for the button of his shorts.

“I was going to ask…” Jamin was trying to talk but Shane was rubbing him over the shorts and he couldn’t even finish his thought. “There’s still people in the living room” he warned him panting heavily.

Shane wasn’t in the mood for talking and reached for Jamin’s earlobe nibbling at it. Jamin was feeling Shane’s erection growing on the side of his leg and it was making his cock twitch by the second. He missed him like crazy and he smelled so different. As if all these days in the woods changed the texture of his skin, that mix of sunscreen and his natural musk was driving him insane.

“I asked Dana to watch the door…” he whispered grinding harder on his leg.

Jamin guided his hand to grab his bulge and wiped his mouth in a kiss. Shane’s fast fingers reached for Jamin’s cock and started to pump it, he was a bit surprised with how stiff it was and giggled looking down. They could hear people talking really close to them, Shane then spit on hand and raised his brows. Jamin was always surprised how he could change from adorable to slut in a minute. When he started pumping him more precisely with the natural lube, he let go a loud grunt and Shane continued focusing on the pace and circling the tip with his thumb, making Jamin squirm a bit. The precum was already forming. Jamin was so close it was ridiculous, he needed to hold it back but Shane was definitely inspired.

“Slow down a bit, Jesus…”Jamin asked whispering inside his mouth and Shane stopped laughing and cupped his face for kiss.

“Someone has been missing me…” he teased him grinding harder on the side of his leg.

“Sit…on the armchair” he commanded trying to catch an even breath.

“For a minute I thought you were going to ask me to sit on your face” he replied giggling.

“I wish we could have time and a healthy leg for it” he raised his brows considering it.

There was an armchair in the back of the place but Shane was so comfortable where he was. But Jamin was already moving to be up. He stood up and helped him walk with the crutch to get to the chair. They both laughed of the situation.

“Horny people are determined” Shane commented skipping with one leg.

Shane landed on the chair like a rock and before he started making jokes Jamin was hovering on him kissing his chest and going down to place himself between his legs. He pulled the waistband of Shane’s black and white oversized pants and he remembered all the times they were lose on the taping of Drag Race. Shane lift his butt to help him wincing with the pain, Jamin tried to be more gentle.

“Don’t stop” Shane reassured him.

Jamin continued kissing his crotch and belly as his hand started pumping him, and Shane arched his back sliding on the chair. Jamin kissed his bruised knee and then he was holding the base of his cock to slowly taking him in. Jamin put Shane’s injured leg over his shoulder pushing him down by the hips.

“Fuck!” he let go feeling his tongue inside of him and Jamin went deeper. He tried to looked back but he couldn’t see anything. It was too late. Anyone hat would bust in would see him with legs up in the air with his boyfriend giving him a rimjob.

His voice was fading away as Jamin inserted two fingers inside of him and licking his balls, going up and down exploring his whole length. He couldn’t stop moaning and grabbed the top Jamin’s head, holding his curls like a leash, which make him finger him even harder.

Shane was panting like there wasn’t any air left in the room and he knew he was close and he knew he was getting loud.

“Choke me…” Jamin’s hand reached fast for his neck, making him knocking his head slightly against the wall. He felt sparkles running through his legs and his body curling up as he emptied himself completely in Jamin’s mouth, he didn’t retrieve, his other hand still around his neck. Jamin finally slid out of him swallowing it completely, he caressed his neck that had light red fingerprints and Shane leaned forward to kiss him and reaching for his cock.  In the motion he hurt his foot a bit when he put the leg on the ground.

“Ouch!” he complained and Jamin winced with him, and Shane cleaned what have poured from his mouth with his finger, using it lube Jamin’s cock. Jamin opened a huge smile with his dirty cleverness. He was still on his knees between Shane’s legs.

They were listening to the people in the room talking about the activities of the other day and they both started laughing, but Shane didn’t stop pumping him, and his smile quickly melted into a half open mouth full of desire.

“I can see the headlines…Gays defile summer camp, is this the America that you want?” Jamin teases standing up and pulling down his pants just enough so Shane can finish him off.

Shane takes him all in quickly and with an impressive agility sucks him enthusiastically. His foot was probably hurting like hell but he didn’t min. After a few thrusts, he came hard making Shane gag a little but he didn’t pull away. Jamie peaked at the glass window in front of him, the wind was hitting the curtains and people could easily see him. Shane continued licking him off and kissing his shaft, kissing the sides and going up and down to finish with a peck on the tip.

Jamin leaned down to kiss him already putting his pants back on again, closing his fly and helping Shane to put his pants back on. He helped him standing up and they both fixed each other’s clothes and hair, but they managed to not make much of mess. Shane was still coughing a bit and his neck had finger marks on.

“Soooorry!” Jamin said chuckling while rubbing gently his cheek and neck, Shane picked up a scarf he brought and covered his neck with it. “I think I was feeling my porn actress oats too much…” he giggled skipping-walking with one leg.

“Always cocky…” Jamin squeezed his waist helping him.

When they got back there was only Dana and two other counselors in the room. Dana exchanged a meaningful look with Shane.

“I think we lost track of time and took a nap in hammock”

He explained what nobody asked. Dana eyed Jamin’s reddish knees and he noticed avoiding their eyes meeting.

*

The kids from the band were nervous, but Shane was making sure they were going to be amazing. He was probably more nervous than them, but Jamin calmed him down.

The song chosen was “The heart asks pleasure first” from The Piano movie. There was nothing to be orchestrated but Shane stood in front of them conducting their tempo. He was wearing formal slacks and a dress shirt, drag was off the question since his leg was injured and he only brought high pumps. One classic black shoe and the other feet still in a bandage. Jamin was sitting front row observing all his crazy playing faces. Waving his maestro baton and leaning his body on the crutch. As he watched them playing and seeing the happiness exuding from Shane he knew there was nothing better to be taken away completely by something that you love. The music took Shane, and Jamin was gladly part of the notes.

When they finished everyone applauded standing up in ovation and Shane bowed to them, locking his gaze in Jamin. He had tears in his eyes.

*

Later after the camp goodbye they were sitting on the deck drinking some beers with their foot on the water. Shane put Leon Bridges on his phone playing, and the gentle guitar soaring, his cotton voice echoing.

“We don’t have this in Brooklyn…” Shane realized looking at the sunset.

“You know, you really have to continue with this. Playing for kids. Conducting. Watching you there was…incredible” he reached for his hand and Shane squeezed back. He looked down laughing and shaking his head.

“I fucked up many notes, but who cares right?” he shrugged and took one more sip. Jamin agreed and they clinked bottles. “I love you”

He uttered still looking at the sunset. It wasn’t a desperate confession or a realization. Just a reminder of simple things.

“I love you too” Jamin answered taking a sip of his beer and kissing the palm of Shane’s hand. They stayed there until the sun set down completely, all the colors melting into blue velvet. The memories still safe and vivid in their minds.

They would carry them to Brooklyn.

[hyperventilatinghermit]

2019 TBR List

This list has been a little while coming, and it still isn’t finished because my school has decided that they won’t return until mid-January, so I can’t finish it yet. Which is frustrating, but we’ll continue on!  So this year I’ve decided to pick 24 books to read. The only rule to choosing the books is that I want to read them, unlike the past years where I tried to force myself to read certain books. So, if I don’t fall into my monthly reading slump, I should be good!

Orbiting Jupiter, Gary D. Schmidt When Jack meets his new foster brother, he already knows three things about him:    Joseph almost killed a teacher. He was incarcerated at a place called Stone Mountain. He has a daughter. Her name is Jupiter. And he has never seen her. What Jack doesn’t know, at first, is how desperate Joseph is to find his baby girl.    Or how urgently he, Jack, will want to help. But the past can’t be shaken off. Even as new bonds form, old wounds reopen. The search for Jupiter demands more from Jack than he can imagine.

The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, Mackenzi Lee Henry “Monty” Montague was born and bred to be a gentleman, but he was never one to be tamed. The finest boarding schools in England and the constant disapproval of his father haven’t been able to curb any of his roguish passions—not for gambling halls, late nights spent with a bottle of spirits, or waking up in the arms of women or men.    But as Monty embarks on his Grand Tour of Europe, his quest for a life filled with pleasure and vice is in danger of coming to an end. Not only does his father expect him to take over the family’s estate upon his return, but Monty is also nursing an impossible crush on his best friend and traveling companion, Percy.    Still it isn’t in Monty’s nature to give up. Even with his younger sister, Felicity, in tow, he vows to make this yearlong escapade one last hedonistic hurrah and flirt with Percy from Paris to Rome. But when one of Monty’s reckless decisions turns their trip abroad into a harrowing manhunt that spans across Europe, it calls into question everything he knows, including his relationship with the boy he adores.

Nevernight, Jay Kristoff    Destined to destroy empires, Mia Covere is only ten years old when she is given her first lesson in death.    Six years later, the child raised in shadows takes her first steps towards keeping the promise she made on the day that she lost everything.    But the chance to strike against such powerful enemies will be fleeting, so if she is to have her revenge, Mia must become a weapon without equal. She must prove herself against the deadliest of friends and enemies, and survive the tutelage of murderers, liars and demons at the heart of a murder cult.    The Red Church is no Hogwarts, but Mia is no ordinary student.    The shadows love her. And they drink her fear.

Long Way Down, Jason Reynolds AND THEN THERE WERE SHOTS Everybody ran, ducked, hid, tucked themselves tight. Pressed our lips to the pavement and prayed the boom, followed by the buzz of a bullet, didn't meet us.    After Will's brother is shot in a gang crime, he knows the next steps. Don't cry. Don't snitch. Get revenge. So he gets in the lift with Shawn's gun, determined to follow The Rules. Only when the lift door opens, Buck walks in, Will's friend who died years ago. And Dani, who was shot years before that. As more people from his past arrive, Will has to ask himself if he really knows what he's doing.

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing, Hank Green�� The Carls just appeared. Coming home from work at three a.m., twenty-three-year-old April May stumbles across a giant sculpture. Delighted by its appearance and craftsmanship--like a ten-foot-tall Transformer wearing a suit of samurai armor--April and her friend Andy make a video with it, which Andy uploads to YouTube. The next day April wakes up to a viral video and a new life. News quickly spreads that there are Carls in dozens of cities around the world--everywhere from Beijing to Buenos Aires--and April, as their first documentarian, finds herself at the center of an intense international media spotlight.    Now April has to deal with the pressure on her relationships, her identity, and her safety that this new position brings, all while being on the front lines of the quest to find out not just what the Carls are, but what they want from us.

Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow, Jessica Townsend    Morrigan Crow may have defeated her deadly curse, passed the dangerous trials and joined the mystical Wundrous Society, but her journey into Nevermoor and all its secrets has only just begun. And she is fast learning that not all magic is used for good.    Morrigan Crow has been invited to join the prestigious Wundrous Society, a place that promised her friendship, protection and belonging for life. She's hoping for an education full of wunder, imagination and discovery - but all the Society want to teach her is how evil Wundersmiths are. And someone is blackmailing Morrigan's unit, turning her last few loyal friends against her. Has Morrigan escaped from being the cursed child of Wintersea only to become the most hated figure in Nevermoor?    Worst of all, people have started to go missing. The fantastical city of Nevermoor, once a place of magic and safety, is now riddled with fear and suspicion...

For Every One, Jason Reynolds (There isn’t really a blurb for this one, it’s more just telling giving you inspiration to read it... I think? Moving on.)

The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness Prentisstown isn't like other towns. Everyone can hear everyone else's thoughts in an overwhelming, never-ending stream of Noise. Just a month away from the birthday that will make him a man, Todd and his dog, Manchee -- whose thoughts Todd can hear too, whether he wants to or not -- stumble upon an area of complete silence. They find that in a town where privacy is impossible, something terrible has been hidden -- a secret so awful that Todd and Manchee must run for their lives.   But how do you escape when your pursuers can hear your every thought?

A Darker Shade of Magic, V.E. Schwab    Kell is one of the last Antari—magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black.    Kell was raised in Arnes—Red London—and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see.    Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they'll never see. It's a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand.    After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.    Now perilous magic is afoot, and treachery lurks at every turn. To save all of the worlds, they'll first need to stay alive.

The List, Patricia Forde In the city of Ark, speech is constrained to five hundred sanctioned words. Speak outside the approved lexicon and face banishment. The exceptions are the Wordsmith and his apprentice Letta, the keepers and archivists of all language in their post-apocalyptic, neo-medieval world.    On the death of her master, Letta is suddenly promoted to Wordsmith, charged with collecting and saving words. But when she uncovers a sinister plan to suppress language and rob Ark’s citizens of their power of speech, she realizes that it’s up to her to save not only words, but culture itself.

Girl in the Blue Coat, Monica Hesse Amsterdam, 1943. Hanneke spends her days procuring and delivering sought-after black market goods to paying customers, her nights hiding the true nature of her work from her concerned parents, and every waking moment mourning her boyfriend, who was killed on the Dutch front lines when the Germans invaded. She likes to think of her illegal work as a small act of rebellion.    On a routine delivery, a client asks Hanneke for help. Expecting to hear that Mrs. Janssen wants meat or kerosene, Hanneke is shocked by the older woman's frantic plea to find a person - a Jewish teenager Mrs. Janssen had been hiding, who has vanished without a trace from a secret room. Hanneke initially wants nothing to do with such dangerous work, but is ultimately drawn into a web of mysteries and stunning revelations that lead her into the heart of the resistance, open her eyes to the horrors of the Nazi war machine, and compel her to take desperate action.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë Orphaned as a child, Jane has felt an outcast her whole young life. Her courage is tested once again when she arrives at Thornfield Hall, where she has been hired by the brooding, proud Edward Rochester to care for his ward Adèle. Jane finds herself drawn to his troubled yet kind spirit. She falls in love. Hard.    But there is a terrifying secret inside the gloomy, forbidding Thornfield Hall. Is Rochester hiding from Jane? Will Jane be left heartbroken and exiled once again?

My Lady Jane, Cynthia Hand/Brodi Ashton/Jodi Meadows Edward (long live the king) is the King of England. He’s also dying, which is inconvenient, as he’s only sixteen and he’d much rather be planning for his first kiss than considering who will inherit his crown…    Jane (reads too many books) is Edward’s cousin, and far more interested in books than romance. Unfortunately for Jane, Edward has arranged to marry her off to secure the line of succession. And there’s something a little odd about her intended…    Gifford (call him G) is a horse. That is, he’s an Eðian (eth-y-un, for the uninitiated). Every day at dawn he becomes a noble chestnut steed—but then he wakes at dusk with a mouthful of hay. It’s all very undignified.    The plot thickens as Edward, Jane, and G are drawn into a dangerous conspiracy. With the fate of the kingdom at stake, our heroes will have to engage in some conspiring of their own. But can they pull off their plan before it’s off with their heads?

The Nightingale, Kristin Hannah    France, 1939    In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France...but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is overrun, Vianne is forced to take an enemy into her house, and suddenly her every move is watched; her life and her child’s life is at constant risk. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates around her, she must make one terrible choice after another.    Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets the compelling and mysterious Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can...completely. When he betrays her, Isabelle races headlong into danger and joins the Resistance, never looking back or giving a thought to the real--and deadly--consequences.

Little Women, Louisa May Alcott “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” 

Onyx and Ivory, Mindee Arnett (I’m not going to put this blurb because it’s its own little novel in of itself. Basically its a story about kings and assassins, it sounds pretty cool.)

The Hazel Wood, Melissa Albert Seventeen-year-old Alice and her mother have spent most of Alice’s life on the road, always a step ahead of the uncanny bad luck biting at their heels. But when Alice’s grandmother, the reclusive author of a cult-classic book of pitch-dark fairy tales, dies alone on her estate, the Hazel Wood, Alice learns how bad her luck can really get: her mother is stolen away―by a figure who claims to come from the Hinterland, the cruel supernatural world where her grandmother's stories are set. Alice's only lead is the message her mother left behind: “Stay away from the Hazel Wood.”    Alice has long steered clear of her grandmother’s cultish fans. But now she has no choice but to ally with classmate Ellery Finch, a Hinterland superfan who may have his own reasons for wanting to help her. To retrieve her mother, Alice must venture first to the Hazel Wood, then into the world where her grandmother's tales began―and where she might find out how her own story went so wrong.

Caraval, Stephanie Garber    Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.    But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.    Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. Nevertheless she becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic. And whether Caraval is real or not, Scarlett must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over or a dangerous domino effect of consequences will be set off, and her beloved sister will disappear forever.

Throne of Glass, Sarah J. Maas After serving out a year of hard labor in the salt mines of Endovier for her crimes, 18-year-old assassin Celaena Sardothien is dragged before the Crown Prince. Prince Dorian offers her her freedom on one condition: she must act as his champion in a competition to find a new royal assassin.    Her opponents are men-thieves and assassins and warriors from across the empire, each sponsored by a member of the king's council. If she beats her opponents in a series of eliminations, she'll serve the kingdom for four years and then be granted her freedom. Celaena finds her training sessions with the captain of the guard, Westfall, challenging and exhilarating. But she's bored stiff by court life. Things get a little more interesting when the prince starts to show interest in her ... but it's the gruff Captain Westfall who seems to understand her best.    Then one of the other contestants turns up dead ... quickly followed by another. Can Celaena figure out who the killer is before she becomes a victim? As the young assassin investigates, her search leads her to discover a greater destiny than she could possibly have imagined. 

Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor    The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.    What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?    The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries—including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?

So this is it! My current TBR for 2019! My goal is to read as many of these as I possibly can, and not to beat myself up for it if I don’t get around to it. Do you have any of these books on your TBR?