#byeeeee i just. took my glasses and walked out

[official-semiramis]

hi i almost had an heart attack

[psychewithwings]

Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month) 

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

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Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.    

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.  

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?    

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.  

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar.  “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and  couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off,  finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking.  The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.  “You’re just a baby,  you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed.  “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party…  you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.”  Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his,  your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand.  “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’,  ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”  

[khaleesiofalicante]

LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - MAX & RAFE

“There he is!” Max grabbed Rafael and started running towards the balcony.

It was a Christmas party so there were too many people. All of them too tall and too loud. But it didn’t matter. Max and Rafe were on a mission today – a mission that cannot fail.

The two children zigzagged through the crowded banquet hall and made their way to the balcony – which was empty except for two people.

Max ran straight to the man and hugged his leg tightly. The man was startled for a second but quickly pulled up the boy with one arm.

“What are you doing, you little monkey?” he demanded.

“We need help,” Max said, giggling while hanging off the man’s bicep like a little monkey indeed. “We have a mission.”

The man peered down to notice the other boy, this one much quieter, but his brown eyes carefully observing the surrounding.

“Oh, they are both so cute,” the woman standing next to him cooed. “Who are they?”

“This is my nephew Max,” the man pointed at Max, who grinned at the red haired lady. “I’m not really sure who the other one is.”

“This is Rafe,” Max introduced as the man dropped him to the floor carefully. “I am love him.”

“Hello, Rafe,” the man ruffled the boy’s hair – or tried to. Rafe didn’t much appreciated people messing up his hair. His Bapa spent a lot of time styling it after all.

“This is Uncle Jace,” Max introduced proudly. “And that’s Cwawy. Uncle Jace has a crush on Cwawy.”

Uncle Jace, who had seemed smooth until then choked on his champagne.

The red headed woman peered at him with sudden interest. “Is that right?”

“Max, that was a secret!” Uncle Jace complained. “You are a worse wing man than your dad!”

“Stop blaming the child,” Clary – or Cwawy – laughed. “What can we help you with? Are you hungry? Can you reach the banquet table?”

“We can reach the banquet table,” Rafael replied indignantly.

Well, Rafe might have had to carry Max on his shoulders to reach the cupcakes. But this woman didn’t need to know that.

“What do you need, little man?” Uncle Jace asked. “You okay?”

Max pulled the man down by his jacket. “How to kiss someone?”

“How to what now?” Uncle Jace blinked.

“How do you kiss someone?” Rafael asked, seemingly impatient.

“Why do you want to know?” Clary raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“Aunt Izzy said kissing means you love them,” Max pointed out seriously.

“Well, not always,” Uncle Jace replied.

“Oh no,” Max’s face dropped.

“Well, I mean people can kiss sometimes when they are in love but-”

“Oh yeah!” Max’s face beamed.

“What’s with all the questions?” Jace laughed. “Who are you going to kiss?”

“Not me,” Max giggled. “Dad.”

“Who is your dad going to kiss?” Clary asked curiously.

“My Bapa,” Rafe said proudly.

“Ohhhh,” Jace and Clary said in unison.

“So, how do people kiss?” Rafael asked again.

“Well, you can’t force people to kiss,” Uncle Jace pointed out carefully. “They should kiss only if they want to.”

“Oh?” Max asked.

“Yes, that’s very important,” Uncle Jace nodded seriously.

“Unless they are standing under a mistletoe,” Clary said into her glass.

Uncle Jace looked up at the mistletoe hanging on the threshold and started blushing. “I didn’t mean-That’s not what I-”

“Seems like your Uncle Jace doesn’t want to kiss me,” the lady with the red hair grinned.

“What! I never said tha-”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the kids jumped up and down.

“But only if you want,” Max pointed out seriously.

Uncle Jace smiled at that. “Just a peck?

Clary smiled back. “Just a peck.”

Uncle Jace gave a quick peck to her lips and drew back. “Oh boy.”

“Are you in love now?” Rafael asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Okaaaay, that’s enough inquiring for one night,” Uncle Jace told the kids, blushing more furiously now. “Off you go, you lil ducklings!”

“Good luck with your mission,” Clary waved at the kids.

Max and Rafe ran back to the main hall. All the other kids were gathered around the tree or sneaking snacks from the dessert table. But their mission was important.

“My Bapa is talking to Uncle Ragnor,” Rafe pointed out.

“Daddy is with Aunt Maia,” Max reported back.

“We need a miss…missli-” Rafael struggled. “We need the thing!”

“Yes!” Max nodded. “Let’s ask Uncle Jace again.”

They ran back to the balcony. But Uncle Jace and the lady were not talking anymore...

“Gross,” Rafe made a face.

“Hehehe,” Max giggled. “Uncle Jace is in loooove.”

Rafael grabbed Max by the arm and ran back to the banquet hall again.

“We still need miss..li,” Rafael struggled again. “How do you say that?”

“Miss lily toes,” Max told his friend. “That’s what Uncle Jace said.”

“Are you sure?” Rafe asked skeptically.

“Yes! Yes!” Max nodded vehemently. “We need miss lily toes!”

“Where do we find them?” Rafe asked worriedly. “The party will be over soon.”

“I know where to find them,” Max grinned and they ran towards the garden.

Rafe ran after him. When Max found the woman, he pulled at her skirt.

“Hello, sweety!” the lady in black pinched Max’s cheeks.

“Aunt Lily,” Max quickly told Rafe.

“Miss Lily!” Rafe gasped.

“Oh wow, you’re polite,” Miss Lily laughed. “Where is your dad?”

Rafe shrugged off the question. “We need your toes!”

“My what?”

“Your toes!” Rafel insisted.

“Max, is your friend okay?” Lily asked.

“Yes!” Max replied. “We need your toes!!!”

“My toes?” Lily laughed again. “For what?”

“To make our dads kiss,” Rafe explained.

“Your dad-” Lily’s eyes glimmered in realization. “But why my toes? What kind of voodoo nonse-”

“Uncle Jace said people have to kiss under Miss Lily Toes,” Max explained. “So, we need your toes. Pwease!”

Lily laughed harder now. “Do you mean a mistletoe?”

“Ohhhh,” the boys said together. “Yes. That! Missile Two!”

“Let’s go find you one,” she grabbed their hands and walked back to the big house.

“There!” Rafe pointed at one near the window.

“Nah, that’s just a from a tree outside,” Lily chuckled.

“Then why is Aunt Izzy kissing that boy with the glasses?” Max asked.

“Those two kiss everywhere,” Lily chuckled.

The boys giggled.

“There is one!” Lily pointed and quickly plucked it from the threshold before anyone started making out under it. “Here you go!”

“Thank you, Miss Lily!” Rafael beamed.

“We’ll invite you to the wedding,” Max winked with both eyes. “Byeeeee!”

They ran back to the banquet hall and spotted their fathers.

“Okay, let’s meet near the staircase,” Rafe said and they both ran in opposite directions.

They found each other in exactly five minutes.

“Max, stop pulling on my trousers!” Alec complained. “I’ve told you not do that! Didn’t you learn your lesson last Christmas?”

“Uncle Jace wears superman underwear,” Max giggled.

“What’s so urg-” Alec stopped talking abruptly. “Magnus, what are you doing here?”

“I have no idea,” Magnus said. “My son just dragged me here.”

“Mine too!” Alec pointed out.

“What mischief have you two been up to?” Magnus asked.

“Hold on,” Rafael said calmly and pulled out a mistletoe from his pocket like doing a magic trick. “Ta-da!”

“Where did you get that?” Magnus chuckled.

“Santa,” Rafe snickered. “Now kiss!”

“Now what?” Alec blinked.

“Kiss!” Max yelled. “Uncle Jace said people kiss-”

“Uncle Jace said what?” Alec demanded. “Where is he? I’m going-”

“He is kissing girl with red hair,” Rafe pointed out.

“About time,” Magnus snickered now.

“Aunt Izzy is kissing too!” Max squealed. “Now you!!”

“Max!” Alec chastised. “You can’t just ask people to kiss like that!”

Max frowned and Rafe didn’t seem to like that one bit.

“Why don’t you want to kiss my Bapa?” Rafe demanded, hands on hips and all.

“Yes, Alexander,” Magnus asked, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. “Why don’t you want to kiss his Bapa?”

“Because!” Alec blushed scarlet. “This is highly…It’s not ok…We are not even under a mistletoe, Goddamnit!”

“Alexander, no swearing in front of the kids!” Magnus chastised.

“I was just tr-”

“Hold on,” Rafael said and started climbing the bannister like little acrobat and held up the mistletoe. “Okay now?”

Alec gaped at the boys.

“Well?” Magnus asked.

“I…Um,” Alec scratched behind his ear. “I don’t k-”

“Kiss, Goddamnit!” Max demanded.

“Max Michael!” Alec gasped.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the started chanting, jumping up and down. The two men worried soon they might get a viewing party.

“Only if you want to, daddy,” Max hugged his leg and let go before chanting again.

“For the kids?” Magnus asked.

“Um,” Alec said, his pale cheekbones now painted in pink. “Yeah okay. For the kids.”

Magnus grinned before pulling the other man by the tie and kissing him. He was about to let go when Alec pulled him back by the jacket and kept kissing him.

“How long do people kiss?” Rafe whispered to Max.

“I don’t know,” Max whispered back. “This is too long.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Max pulled his father back by the trouser.

“Now, fall in love!” Rafe demanded.

“Rafael, that’s rude!” Magnus scolded gently.

“Fall in love, please?” Rafael asked nicely.

Alec laughed at that. “He is cheeky. Like you.”

“And he is cute,” Magnus pointed at Max. “Like you.”

“Maybe…” Alec blushed. “Maybe we can talk about them a little bit more over coffee?”

“I’d like that,” Magnus grinned.

“What’s happening?” Max whispered to Rafe.

“I don’t know,” Rafe whispered back as he took Max’s hand. “But I like it.”

“I like it too,” Max grinned and squeezed Rafe’s hand.

[salemorbit]

Lake Effect

[pro hero!Hitoshi Shinsou x pro hero!genderneutral!Reader]

he is the loml and i had this idea in the shower aklsdicjsjjwks

reader and shinsou work in the same hero agency btw

warnings: none!

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The watch on your wrist buzzed as the clock struck midnight. You sighed, ruffling a towel against your freshly washed hair.

Grabbing your duffel bag and water bottle, you headed out of the showers and down a fluorescent-lit hallway. If it weren't for the windows lining the wall on your left, you wouldn't have known it was the middle of the night. Your insomnia was acting up again.

Whenever a sudden bout of restlessness or the inability to sleep arose, you would take to the training rooms and hit a couple of rounds on the punching bag or run a few miles on the track. It was the only way you could get yourself tired out enough to even consider shutting your eyes, and it wasn't like it hindered your work in the field at all either.

Being a part of the Koshinada Hero Agency had its perks, and one of those perks gave you full access to all facilities in the building at any time of day. Your commute to and from the agency was kind of long, so you often stayed for a day or two in the bunks provided for graveyard shift heroes. Villains rarely took into account daily commute time.

Rounding a corner, you slowed to a stop as your gaze rested on a pair of legs sticking out from the other side of the vending machine down the hall. They absentmindedly teetered back and forth, telling you there was someone alive and awake resting on the bench you knew was there. Tucking your phone into your pocket, you approached the pair of legs.

The person on the other side of the vending machine was humming softly to themselves. When their face came into view, you smirked to yourself.

None other than the night owl himself, Hitoshi Shinsou, sat on the bench. He was leaning his head against the side of the vending machine, eyes softened in a spaced out look toward the large windows that took up most of the opposite wall. His face didn't turn to you even as you came closer and stopped to his immediate left.

"Can't sleep?" You asked, tracing his gaze with yours out to the city below. It glittered with lights under the dark sky. You could see Shinsou's and your reflection in the glass.

"That's a dumb question," he replied softly. You turned your head quickly, glaring at him playfully as he chuckled to himself. Shifting his legs so they bent normally, Shinsou rested his head in his palms and exhaled deeply.

"Care for some company?"

"You've never taken no for an answer."

You shrugged and placed your duffel on the edge of the bench and leaned against the wall, mirroring the vending machine on Shinsou's other side.

The two of you were quiet for some time, gazing at the city lights and the passing clouds. It was dark, but the clouds were a slightly lighter gray than the rest of the sky. The only sound was the buzzing of the lights above you, incessant as they never turned off for security reasons.

"What are you looking at?" You asked, noticing that Shinsou's eyes never flickered around the sights in front of you. He straightened up from his slouch.

"There's a lake," he said simply. You tilted your head, turning back to the windows to try to find what he was talking about. You had walked these halls for nearly fiv years now, and you had certainly never seen a lake in the city. Maybe he was delusional?

"There's not a lake in Koshinada," you shook your head. "If there was I would've known about it."

"I'm sure this is the longest you've ever stood in one place," Shinsou lazily rolled his head to look at you, commenting on your excitable behaviour he usually experienced in the field. "It wouldn't be surprising if you've never taken the time to really look at the city you lived in."

"Yeah?" You challenged, not liking his snarky tone. "Show me then. Where's this stupid lake you keep going on about?"

"You can only really see it from where I'm sitting," Shinsou pointed back out the window and you rolled your eyes, "but it's there. Just between the bank and the Terrako Hotel. It's easier to see in the day."

"Move over," you grumbled, taking his place as he got up from the bench. You craned your neck this way and that, still not seeing what the hell Shinshou said was there. "You're lying. There's no lake."

"If you just-" Shinsou broke off and grabbed your head in his hands, gently forcing it to be still and centralized. His hands were firm but soft, not wanting to hurt you in any way. You took note of the way his fingers lingered on your temples before releasing the weight of your head.

Sure enough, there was a lake. Right between the bank and the Terrako Hotel. Just barely you saw the moonlight glittering on its surface, winking at you. A small smile crept onto your face.

"Well, would you look at that?" You joked. "There really was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!"

"Shut up," Shinsou rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands into his pockets, annoyed. "I told you I wasn't lying."

"And I never doubted you for a second," you stuck your tongue out at him. He pushed away an amused smile that flashed onto his features, turning away and looking out the window again.

"We should go sometime."

He turned back to look at you, quirking an eyebrow. You weren't returning his gaze, still staring out the window. Shinsou watched your fidgets; the way you played with your fingers and tapped your foot to a beat in your head.

"What do you mean?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off of you. You finally looked at him, shrugging casually.

"We should go. Take a fun little trip and see what it looks like," you smiled. Shinsou tsk'd and shook his head.

"Why? I thought you weren't interested in a stupid little lake."

"Just because I never noticed it didn't mean I wasn't interested," you reasoned. "Plus, you're the one calling it stupid."

"We live next to a beach, [Y/N]," Shinsou laughed out, "and you want to see a lake? You've got an entire ocean in your backyard and you'd rather waste a day and stare into a puddle."

"It wouldn't be wasted if it was with you," you said, immediately making Shinsou's face flush. Trying not to notice the fluttering in your chest, you continued: "Also wouldn't it be nice to finally see something up close that you've been admiring from afar for so long?"

"Yeah," Shinsou breathed out, almost imperceptibly if it wasn't for the surrounding silence. You let your gaze flicker to him, catching his eye as he stared down at you. There was a tense few heartbeats of silence before you cleared your throat and stood up, walking closer to the window.

"Then it's a date- uh, it's set then," you stammered out, face burning at your flub. "The next time we have the day off, we're going to the lake between the bank and the Terrako Hotel."

"It's a date," Shinsou smiled.

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BYEEEEE this was cute haha i love shinsou with my entire heart and he needs more love

also check out the little metaphors i had in there.....writing genius HAHA

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[bluebirdzykaysies]

5.14 - day before momma leaves

Goddamnit I hate to admit it but I’m already thinking and crying like a baby in my head once my mom leaves me to go back home to sf. the feeling is mutual like melissa said cause she’ll probably be just as a wreck and all this time I’ve been spending with her, I’m cherishing even more. I’ve never felt like this and Victoria said the same thing; expecting that while I transition. But everyone needs to experience this. I DO, especially. I need the time away for a bit to miss them and I already miss those interactions with my brothers too of just lounging in the living room watching NBA games all night, or youtube videos like its judyslife or ustheduo.

Our lives have changed already and itll be so hard as I am bawling my eyes out, sitting in my newly mounted dining table my mom and I put together, facing outwards my window with the Chicago sun, beaming through at a whopping 54 degrees.

This is my life now, I will be on my own and making decisions on my own. Ive told a few folks that I’m sad yet annoyed my moms time here was a bit much. But I know it was perfect for what it is. We’ve been tired each and everytime, her actions speak volumes and our conversations arent as deep as I want, but I know this quality time was one that will impact my life forever. Even though I hate to admit it or will say this to her face. i love my mom. so much, she means so much to me and my brothers. The amount of things she does unselfishly aka drive my freaking car with just her and hector for 5 days cross country. do what she did to make me help settle, there is no one like her. and I will forever appreciate her and love her.

She is opinionated and still felt like I couldnt decide for myself but this will be also a time where I speak up and use my voice. Saying NO.

ugh the tears keep falling down but some highlights from this past week were:

- Silly vlog videos that I actually may put together when I get the time

- 5/6; arrived - went to container store to buy my elfa shelving for my closet. Super nice lady that worked there Hector spoke to. Went to world market to check out their furniture and standing mirrors. TJ Maxx/HomeGoods and picked up some bathroom essentials, shower curtain, mats and beddings, Facetimed Yan/Ronz/Brent+Rick at night (10pm CST) 

Mom stayed with Hector at Courtyard Marriot til Saturday 5/8. So I wanted to stay at the apartment for the first time alone and enjoy the moment and soak it all in. Parking at my garage alone, randomly waking up to the SUNRISE at 545am and just being in awe of my new city... I could just cry

Didn’t get my wifi set up yet so the struggle was real a bit. The air mattress we got from costco has been tough to sleep on but eventually Ill get my mattress. Just have been torn with my furniture not being here since everything was rushed and happened so quickly. Learnings from the move thus far:

-Write a damn list, I DID NOT. Aka thats why a bunch of junk and unnecessary things were with my mom and hector in the car. All couldve been bought here. I ocouldve taken more clothes and shoes

-Alot of my clothes aka my favorite jean jacket and pink/mauve henley was left at home. My running shoes - I decided not to prioritize idk fucking why *rolls eyes* and alot of my other valuables. Brendan is nice enough to ship it. Its not worth to buy a RT flight and go there and take it all back with me... no. :( I would though tbh if I was in LA. lol make couple trips but I’m far enough that its like.... whewww is it worth but one day I will come back and visit. For now, its slated for Oct

5/7 Friday; I had it off started the day late at 12pm and booked my mom, hector and myself tickets to the skydeck. my mom was HILARIOUS, she was scared at first and thought it would be a huge platform to see under but once she saw its just a small piece of glass over 105 floors, it wasnt THAT bad. Her and hector are hilarious together and annoying a little LOL. but I guess they’re cute

Went to Wrigley Field while there was a game and that was an experience. Fans at the top of their houses, Security all over the block, streets closed, fans everywhere. Its such a historical building in the middle of a freaking neighborhood so it made itself unique vs att/oracle park being so secluded down in mission bay.

RPM Steak for dinner in River North. Valet’d the car and Hector treated us to a Missouri Steak? it was bomb though but I wanted Medium and he wanted medium rare... cream of spinach, mac and cheese, asparagus and for dessert topped with a Baked Alaskan. Whatever that is. (It was good) and my first time trying it.. me and mom. Our waitor was a nice lady in her 30s, gave me tori kelly vibes. Then another worker stopped by our table who looked filipino for sure (Rox’s ex Dennis look a like) but I already for got his name. He told us how he lived in West Town too and would eat at this bomb restaurant called “Uncle Mikes” maybe the ‘superstar’ of chicago :) hectors jokes were a bit much saying climbing up the coconut tree and asking if he can make halo halo in the back for dessert. No sir....

5/8 Saturday; Plan was to visit Macys downtown to check out furniture at around 930am. But they werent open til 11am. We checked out the Bean at Millenium Park and my mom got to see all the tulips and flowers. We waited in line for a while at Stans Donuts since Wildberry was just too WILD and packed, so we walked a block down and had ourselves some coffee and donuts for the day. After we headed to Macys and were greeted by a tall man name Hilary. he’s THEEE BEST. he knew we didnt have to buy anything from him at macys but he’s such a sales guy and has been in this business for so long that he kept tlaking about Quality of furniture and making yourself feel comfy and at home. Being in a small apt, or living out alone for the first time, separating each section once winter hits so you’re not bored out of your mind in the small place. He was so friendly and nice, I took his business card. Went to Ashley’s on the way to the airport and got gas. Feel in love with the small dinette table they had but the one I’m sitting on now I feel like is just perfect. Soletren couch will forever be out of stock and I will never let this go :( honestly dont know how itll fit in my door but i guess i will settle for something reasonable and decent in size

IVE BEEN SPENDING SO MUCH MONEY. . . . . . . I cant even. I got paid today so todays check will be sponsoring all of my credit card funds. Gna just pay it off in full so I dont have to deal with it. But going forward a budget will be set. and luckily some of the things I bought work can reimburse so I’ll do expenses sunday perhaps.

Saturday evening after dropping off hector, we did errands in the suburbs and went to a walmart. a bit ghetto lookin but its fine. Decided to go to costco after but had an incidentn with this white man who bumped my car and didnt apologize. I was going to say something but we’re so far out in the suburbs Idk what the hell he wouldve done to me. And if they’re racist out there. took the long way home and it was prob not through the safest neighbor hoods but my mom didnt have to know since traffic on the freeway was just ALOT. omg and the roads are just so bumpy, my poor car. Becca said she has a guy at a shop her family always goes to so hopefuully I wont need him but just nice to know the option is there.

Went to the costco up by roscoe village and bought food and more essentials like medicine i have a whole pharmacy.  again throughout all this, my mom is the MVP. I wouldve been like, Ill go get it when I need it vs mom stocking up beforehand. We ended up setting my living room with a japanese style seating using my elfa shelving as the table and a towel over it. Leftovers from RPM for dinner and ribs/salad from costco. (I keep eating, and we’re not walking alot so....... I’m def gaining wait and will need to lose this asap)

I’ll be back more to cover this past week; mothers day, ikea, seafood city, hanging with becca, azul mariscos, drunk at ross and dollar tree, pants falling (mom) unbuttoned pants cuz we’re so ‘stuffffffed’ hanging with the boys via facetime cause I do miss them :( I need to havea schedule with them.

kk toodles. time to go back to work. no more crying (maybe) then an architecture tour with my mom <3 and dinner at a steakhouse at MJ’s on Michigan Ave BYeeeee

[101scenes]

Wanna One Kang Daniel - Worry

featuring: kang daniel

genre: angst & fluff

word count: 1,151 words

summary: “i’m not doing this right now daniel,” you continued, and stormed out of the apartment. slamming the door behind you, you slipped on a pair of slippers. before daniel could even call out your name once more, you hastily left the apartment building.

suggested: yes!

warnings: consumption of alcohol

you stumbled out of your friend’s car once the car skidded to a halt outside your apartment building. “y/n! careful,” jiwon said, as she hopped out of the backseat and held onto your body. but that night, it has probably became an empty vessel from all the coolers you had at the bar. you couldn’t help it, the local bar was having a women’s night where there was a 1 for 1 drink discount and you couldn’t pass such a good offer. hence, you dragged three of your friends from college to have a good time.

“do you need us to bring you back upstairs?” haeun rolled down the window and asked from the driver’s seat. “n..no.. i’m good,” you slurred, trying to regain your conscience but to no avail. you let go of jiwon’s arm and attempted to walk your way to the lift lobby. you turned around one last time to wave goodbye to your friends. “buh-byeeeee~!!” you screamed, waving your purse in the air. they all laughed, and drove away into the night.

it took longer than usual, but you finally arrived back to your doorstep. kicking off your pumps, you fiddled with your keys and unlocked the door. stepping in, you headed straight to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water. but before you could even down it, a voice spoke from behind you.

“so, where have you been? it’s 3am,” your boyfriend asked with a serious tone. you spun around and your eyes met his. “heeyyyy baby,” you mumbled, drinking the glass of water in your hand and laying your head on his chest. “i’m serious y/n, did you go out drinking again?” daniel asked, moving away from you, more firm than he was seconds ago. you knew he wasn’t fooling around.

“yeah, i did go out... with jiwon, haeun and chaesol,” you said. he frowned in response. “i didn’t cheat on you or anythiiingggg, it’s all a-ok!!” you reassured, grabbing onto his shoulders. “but i told you before, if you can’t handle the alcohol, don’t even down it,” he reprimanded. he shook his head, and sighed. “please don’t go drinking, it’s bad for your liver and there are potential predators out there, especially when you’re just girls-”

“so what?? you don’t want me to go out anymore??” you burst out, stepping back from daniel. he was shocked by your sudden outburst. “geez, you’re so protective! can’t you support me in what i enjoy!?” you questioned intimidatingly, placing the glass back down onto the kitchen counter. “no, y/n, i-” “i’m not doing this right now daniel,” you continued, grabbing your belongings and storming out of the apartment. slamming the door behind you, you slipped on a pair of slippers. before daniel could even call out your name once more, you hastily left the apartment building.

you decided to head to your friend, jiwon’s house. her apartment building was only a few blocks away, and she lives with chaesol so they wouldn’t mind you coming over without a prior warning. you knocked on their apartment door. you didn’t expect anyone to answer since they would usually go to sleep immediately after a girl’s night out. to your surprise, jiwon greeted you at the door. “hey y/n, why are you here? aren’t you supposed to be with daniel?” jiwon asked, opening the door wider to let you in. “oh, it’s a fight..” you mumbled soberly, slipping off your flip-flops and entering the apartment. “i’m so sorry to hear that, y/n. stay as long as you like,” chaesol replied in the midst of rubbing off her makeup.

you three ended up discussing about what had happened through the night. it had been 2 hours since you last had a drink, so you three were pretty sobered up. “well, it’s literally 5am and i don’t want to screw up my sleep schedule, good night,” chaesol said, and headed towards her bedroom. “me too, i have a work day the day after tomorrow, good night,” jiwon said. “good night girls,” you said, as you laid down onto the sofa bed. you thought long and hard, and you realised that, maybe you were being too irrational. you realised that daniel may have just done that for your own good, and other than that night, he had always wanted the best for you. the more you thought, the more regret was pressing down onto you. but luckily, before you could even think any deeper, you had already fallen asleep.

the next morning, you were awoken to the clanging of utensils and the smell of fresh bacon. it was 10am, and you had a pounding sensation in your head. gripping onto your head, you slowly opened your eyes to see jiwon at the kitchen counter eating her breakfast, while chaesol was cooking. “you got a hangover too? i prepared some ginger tea here to help,” jiwon said, inviting you to sit at the counter. getting up, you thanked her, freshened up at the bathroom and joined them at the table. after drinking a cup of tea and chatting with them, you picked up your purse. “aww, going already? i was about to prepare another plate of breakfast for you,” chaesol continued. “yeah, i’ll have to settle things with daniel first, and i’ll try out your cooking another time. thanks for letting me stay,” you said, opening the front door. “anytime! good luck y/n,” the two girls chorused.

soon enough, you were back at the familiar doorstep. you unlocked the door and entered to see two portions of breakfast on the table. it had blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon, your favourite. daniel popped his head out of the kitchen, put down his spatula in hand and ran towards you. “y/n, i’ve been so worried sick about you,” he pounced on you, causing you to fall back onto the couch, giggling. you sat up, and hugged him back. “please forgive me, i was being over-protective, you can go to the bar all you want, don’t leave me again,” daniel rambled, as you slowly stroked his hair. 

“i’m sorry too, i was slightly intoxicated and it affected my actions,” you said through your smile. you let go, allowing him to sit next to you. “..slightly?” daniel asked with a grin on his face. “okay, maybe i was really drunk,” you pouted and looked away. he reached out his hand to pinch your cheek. “cuuuuute,” he said, and you slapping his arm lightly in response. “come, let’s eat breakfast. i made it for you, and prepared reruns of your favourite shows. i’m going to make it up to you today,” he stood up, grabbing your hand to lead you to the table.

while eating breakfast, he reached over the table to grab your hand. you looked up to make eye contact with him, and he beamed.

“i missed you, y/n,” he said through his smile.

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[moonprincess92]

Congrats on your follower milestone my dear! You certainly deserve it 😘 For the rebelcaptain prompts, how about fake dating in a modern au?

IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE :D 

Thank you so much Jen!!! (and I hope you like havin a laff bc I apparently went straight up comedy/fluff for this hahahahhahahaha) 

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

That bitch washeading her way and unless she did something stat, Jyn Erso may as well kissher miserable excuse for a life goodbye. She probably (100%) should not have had that second wine earlier, but her day hadrather called for it and naturally, it was hard to resist when you had good-for-nothing best friends in the background yelling over the pounding ofthe bass, “So you got fired! Fucking drink, bitch, and you’ll forget all aboutit!”

“Until I wake uptomorrow with no job,” Jyn had pointed out earlier that evening.

“Tomorrow’stomorrow, this is now!” Bodhi had called out to her, before naturally gettingdistracted by his newest piece of ‘mancake’ (who was admittedly kind of hot atleast this time, in a Californian surfer dude kind of way).

Hence the reasonshe was now well on her way to Trolleyed Town, when JUST HER GODDAMN LUCK,Queen McFuck Your Boyfriend showed up.

Somewhere up there(or down there? She was casting a bit of judgement now) The Big G himself wassplitting a rib laughing at her.

“Quick!” sheslammed her glass down and turned to the first person she could see – a kind ofscruffy, yet not-un-handsome dark-haired bloke sat on the barstool next to her.“We have to do something!”

The bloke ignoredher completely.

“WHY AM I DOOMEDTO DIE OF PURE HUMILIATION?”

“I’m sorry–? Areyou talking to me?” the bloke finally turned.

“Finally! I amgraced with His Majesty’s presence!” Jyn would have curtseyed, if she weren’talready sat down on her own bar stool and too worried about her balance shouldshe get off. “I literally have less than 30 seconds before McBitch shows herface and I’m not at the point of literally running away yet, so you have tohelp me!”

“McBitch?”

“KEEP THE FUCK UP,she slept with my boyfriend!” Jyn yelled.

High and Mighty ScruffyBoi crinkled his nose as he glanced around in confusion. Maia (otherwise known as ‘McBitch’) had almost certainly spotted her at this point,if the little wave was anything to go by. Damn her and her perfectlystraightened hair, deep tan and baby blues that she swore could rope in demonsif she truly put her talents to work. Not that Maia had ever lifted a manicuredfinger for herself in her entire life. Scruffy Boi was eyeing herappreciatively, so Jyn groaned and tugged on his shoulder.

“Do not be takenin by the hotness,” she insisted. “She will roast your insides and eat youalive.”

“How could youstill be alive if she’s already roasted your insides?”

“SCRUFFY BOI, KEEPUP,” she cried. “I cannot let her win!”

“Well, what thehell do you want me to do about it?” Scruffy Boi asked, eyes slightly unfocusedas if this constant back and forth conversion was whooshing straight over hishead, along with her dignity and self-respect, particularly in the wake of whatshe was about to say next. Did she have much choice?

She was alreadyregretting it.

“I want you tokiss me.”

No, she trulydidn’t wake up this morning thinking that she was going to end up here. Believeit or not, but Jyn Erso usually lived a very quiet life! She lived alone, sheloved tea and snuggly blankets and occasionally entertained the odd guest(which basically just meant Bodhi coming over and eating out her entirefridge).  She had done the crazy shitalready. She wasn’t 16 and on the streets anymore, drinking until 5am andsleeping with Scott Melshi (now THERE was a mistake). Nopity nope, she was aself-confessed grandma now, and she was totally ok with that! She only wantedwhat everyone else in their late 20s wanted: a stable job and living withoutthe debilitating fear that she was going to die alone and in debt.

Of course McBitchhad to move in.

She honestlywasn’t quite sure what had come over her in asking this very random, verybewildered (albiet very cute) guy to kiss her, but what could she say, she wason a roll here. She knew it sounded ridiculous, even as the words were comingout of her mouth, but she hadn’t stopped them. She knew that she didn’t live ina romance novel like that line seemed to have apparently walked straight outof. In fact, Jyn was 100% certain that he was about two seconds away fromtelling her to fuck off, which would be fair. Honestly, since it was years agoJyn wasn’t really pissed about the whole ‘being cheated on’ thing anymore, itwas more the fact that McBitch seemed to think they were still BFFs for someunholy reason (did ‘you slept with myboyfriend and I hate you’ mean nothing?) so she would honestly just takewhat she could get.

Scruffy boistarted laughing. He was shaking his head and as he drained the last of hisdrink and Jyn sighed in exasperation.

“Fine, go on then.Laugh it up, mate,” she said. “My life is now a sham, thanks to you! I hope yourealise–”

Somewhere inbetween his laughing and her complaining, she had apparently failed to realisethat he had slipped off his bar stool and now stood in front of her. In fact,she didn’t realise anything at all until he was cutting off her words, kissingher with the kind of passion that can only come from third drinks and latehours.

Well, holy shit.

The bar stool shesat on gave her the added height she needed to comfortably reach his lips, and JesusChrist, what a pair of lips they were. She always liked to think that she’dbeen not just kissed, but Kissed™ at least a fair few times throughout herlife, but apparently she was wrong. Scott Melshi had been an opening act. ScruffyBoi was where it was at and she didn’t think, she only felt with a kind ofblind ohmygodohmygodohmygod panic.Where was fucking Bodhi when she was the one finally being the wild one for achange? Scruffy Boi gripped her hips in a way that made her stomach flip andshe separated her knees, drawing him in, dragging him closer –

“Oh my god, Jyn!Haven’t seen you in forever – have I caught you at a bad time?”

Bitch, you can very well see that this is afucking bad time!

Jyn pulled away invery un-fake irritation. She kept an arm slung around Scruffy Boi’s shouldersand she turned to face McBitch. “Oh, Maia. You could not have turned up at aworse time. How’s it going, girl?”

“Oh, so great,thanks for asking,” Maia simpered

“Was there anything you actually wanted? ‘cause I’m kind of busy…”

She felt Scruffy Boi’s lips pressed firmly to her neck, travelling theskin there and quite honestly, it was making it very difficult to think. He wasapparently taking her request to heart and Jyn noticed Maia’s eyes narrowingslightly as she watched. Time to milkthis. “Hey, babe,” she nudged Scruffy’s Boi’s head with her own, making himglance up. “This is Maia, we knew each other back in the day.”

“Oh hey, Cassian,”he introduced himself. He pressed closer to Jyn, occupying her space with hishands at her hips. “I’m the boyfriend.”

Yeah, you are.

“I didn’t evenknow you were dating again!” Maia said in false happiness.

“Yes, this isCASSIAN, my BOYFRIEND,” Jyn practically yelled. Quite frankly, her quota tohold inane conversations had been used up and she made a point to turning backto Scruffy Boi (wait, Cassian, of coursethe guy’s name is Cassian, you never could choose a Peter or a John could you?).She didn’t give him any warning when she kissed him this time, but she hoped togod that he’d just roll with it and he did. They were probably way toooverly-enthusiastic, but there was just enough tongue to make her stomach churnand she found her hands snaking up around his neck, into his hair.

It took severalminutes for Maia to finally get the hint and trill, “Um, byeeeee then!” beforeflouncing off through the club.

Jyn hastily pulledback from him, praying that her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Oh good god, thank you,” she breathed with relief.

“I – shit – Imean,” he laughed nervously, stepping back out of her arms. “No problem.”

“I didn’t even say– my name’s Jyn.”

“Cassian,” hereiterated for her. Bizarrely, he held out a hand for her to shake and she tookit. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“I feel like I’mkind of owed an explanation for… well, whatever all that was,” Cassian pulledback to wave his hand in the general direction that Maia had gone off to. “Idon’t know… did you want a drink or something?”

It only took herabout five seconds to make the decision.

“Sounds great.”

[1a-little-obsessed1-blog]

Its different now... A Nash Grier Imagine (This is linked to my previous series)

Its been 3 years since Nash And I broke up. I’m 19 Now living in London happy, Mahogany, Shawn and I were still as close as we were when i left maybe even more. My dad remarried to my amazing step mum Cheryl and i now have a cute 13 year old step sister called Tori and a baby Half brother Ace he’s only 1 month and hes adorable! I haven’t really heard from Nash but i guess i’ve moved on. I was beginning my first year in a photography and arts University in central London.

Wednesday 8th September 2016

I wake up to a new day 6:00 AM sharp. I have a warm shower and put on my outfit for my first day at uni. I wore a Blue hoodie with a white tanktop and Black jeans, I then put on a pair of white jeans and white Vans. I run down stairs and pour some Granola, Fruits and yogurt in a bowl and i then get a 1 Liter Bottle of orange juice out if the fridge and guzzle it down with my breakfast. I run back upstairs and put a headband on, I then lightly applied some makeup to my face and then put my glasses on. I put my backpack on my shoulders and run downstairs to see my little sis sitting there all ready to go to school waiting for me as usual. I sit next to her and stuff fruits into my bag. “Hey whats up T” (T is her nickname)

“Nothing much... Jazz?”(She calls me jazz because When i first met her i gave her jazz hands trying to look cool)

“Yeah?”

“Can we go to some meet up after school today... Like you pick me up and ill go with you...”

“Sure you do whatever you want but just dont expect me to join in im probably gonna be face timing Shawn and Mahogany”

“Ok whatever i just really wanna go because theres gonna be a bunch of youtubers and i cant wait sqeeeeee!!!”

“Ok OK I get it your excited c’mon let go ill drop you off at school, oh yeah we cant be long after school i have alot of video editing for my channel.”

“OK one sec let me get my bag...” she runs to the livving room and throws her bag over her arms.

We walk to school i drop her off and then catch a train to West minister After that it’s a ten minute walk from the train station.

~Skip to the end of the day~

My day at school wasn’t bad it was ok, i didn’t have any friends but i wasn’t too bothered since i’m kinda Introverted. I kept to myself being eyed down here and there by guys. The end of the day rolled around and i went to go pick up my sweet lil sis. I wait for her outside her school gates and she runs to give me a hug. We then walk to A small community center it was packed with girls wearing t-shirts that had the number 97 on them I felt like something wasn’t adding up. I felt a presence a familiar presence a warm loving one. We we waited in line for whatever Tori wanted us to go for. I just stood with her on my phone looking through my social media. I then hear the voice of a young man I look up from my phone and see... Nash... He looked around and we made ye contact, instantly i turned my head and something went off. thats when it hit me “Shit... why the fuck is Nash here... what have i done..” I mutter to myself and before i knew it we were at the front of the line. I covered one of my eyes with my fringe and plastered a smile on my face. Tori screams and hugs him, he didn't notice me standing beside her... i think. she then got him to sign her planner. she then takes a selfie with him and then my sister did the stupidest ever.

“Hey Jaz come take a picture with Nash” She said oblivious to why i was trying to avoid Nash.

“Huhh? I’ll pass...” I shrugged and held her hand tight.

“C’mon let my fix your hair...” She brushed my fringe off my face and neatly tucked it behind my ear.

“T come on let go before mum and da-” I was cut off by Nash.

“Zahra?”

I was silent for 5 seconds straight. I then plastered a smile on my face and said. “Nash.. Long time no see....Ahem. well me and Tori are gonna leave now byeeeee!!!”

“No Zahra wait...” He grabbed my arm.

“What Nash. What do you want im over you.” I felt bad why can’t i just keep my fat gob shut.

“Zahra.... please?” I could hear the same disappointment in his voice from the day i left.

“I’m sorry... i shouldn’t have said that. Here its my Dads card it has my house phone number on it.” I look in my wallet and hand him a card. I then walk away dragging Tori with me. We were only like a block away from home, we both never spoke a word to each other.

“Jazz how does Nash Grier know you?”

“Long story short , I met him when i was fifteen we dated and then I decided it wouldn’t work because long distance relationships were not really my thing.”

“YOU GUYS DATED?! how did you not tell me?!”

“I didnt really think it mattered.”

“Its ok i still love you.” she put on a silly face.

We walked into the house and were hit by a wave of crying coming from baby ace. I go to the living room where i see Cheryl going insane. “Need a little help i think my baby brother missed me.” I take the baby out of her arms and cuddle him, eventually he opens his eyes and smiles. I smile at him and he falls asleep and that smile slowly fades away. The house phone rings and i pick up.

“Hello, This is miss Zahra Korra Marglin speaking who is this?”

“Hey its Nash...”

“Oh. hi.” Ace starts crying.

“Is that a baby?” He asks.

“Yeah one second.” I then focus on my baby brother. “It’s ok Baby Ace I’m here ive got you..” I rock him to sleep.

“Wow that was quick” He sounded like there was something on his ind he really had to get off.

“I’ve been really busy  with school, youtube and my baby brother lately sorry if he cries again.”

“It’s fine... Look Zahra. I still love you.I love everything about you. I dont know why your avoiding me. i just wan to ask you if i’ve  done anything wrong.”

“No. you haven’t done anything wrong. Things are different now. I’m grown up its been three years we’ve drifted apart.” I feel a tear run down my cheek and fall onto Ace’s face.

“You wanted me to leave and thats what i did. What you said to me at the airport before you left. I really thought about it. We crossed paths ii came back give me chance please...”

“Ill think about it. Im gonna go out for a run around Primrose hill. ill call you later bye”

“Bye.”

*Hangs up*

I put Ace down in his baby bouncer and call Tori down to look after him.

“T just look after him i’m gonna go out for a run see ya”

I run out the door before she could give me a response. I started running and then i started walking. I slowed down and started walking around. I was walking past an ally way before a drunk man came and grabbed my by the arm. I Scream for him to let go but the louder i got the tighter his grip became.”Get the fuck o-off me” I then see someone appear and punch the man in the face. The man then Let go and scampered away. I looked up at the mystery guy who was towering over me.  “Wh-Who are you? And why didn’t you just leave me?” The guy took his hood off and revealed The same boy i fell in love with three years ago.

“why would i leave my one and only?” Nash said.

I hugged him tight.

“I knew you’d come back” I whisper to him.

“I could never leave you.”

“Can we go home please its a bit cold...”

I take him home and sneak him up to my room. I didn’t care when i was getting dressed for bed i just Got dressed in front of him.

“Damn your such a tease!” he says laying down on my bed.

“I bet that makes you want me more...” I say a little flirtatious.

“Damn since when did you start talking like that?! I aint complaining”

“I was forced to watch Fifty Shades Of Grey you really dont thing im a changed girl?”

“Who would do that?!”

“Jack G who els? But honestly i don’t care if i undress in front of you. Your my boyfriend arent you?” I give him a smirk.he then gets up and walks behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You dont know how long ive wanted to see you...”

“Babe.. Can we continue. from where we left off 3 years ago.”

“Of course.”

He laid down on the bed and i sat on top of his bare chest and kissed him. we then fell asleep in the arms of one another.