#cons of curly hair;; everything else

[monards]

maybe its time i finally committ and learn how to cut my own hair

[pha55ed]

Everything I Know Abt Love || JMM21

type :: fluff tw/cw :: dumbass painfully oblivious!reader (their so me-coded) summary :: reader has been crushing on pepe since they were children, but is trying to get over their crush with a different driver. but that's impossible because it's fucking josep maria marti.

request :: can you write smth with pepe marti :D was thinkin something along the lines of the song “everything i know about love” by laufey. heavy mutual pining with an eventual confession and pure fluff <3 ur page is so nice and ur writing is so so so good 🫶 (AHH thank you so much! <3 you're so sweet!)

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yourusername : Alexa, play So American by Olivia Rodrigo

yourbestfriend : YOU GOT ICECREAM WITHOUT ME???

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yourbestfriend : IS THAT A MAN....???

yourbestfriend : IS THAT P...?

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The date with Jak was sweet, almost perfect. He picked you up and called you beautiful, gifting you flowers. The entire time he was respectful, listening to you, and making you laugh. He was cute too, curly brown hair and an adorable smile. Everything should led to you liking him. Yet you couldn't.

The entire time you were still stuck on Pepe. Thinking about how Pepe would have gotten you flowers, but in your favorite color. How Pepe's hair was much softer despite being shorter. Not to mention that Pepe's smile is your favorite thing ever. It's not Jak's fault, he was lovely in every way possible. But you just couldn't imagine loving anyone else beside Pepe.

You grew up with Pepe, meeting at 11 year olds from watching your brother in karting. The rest is history. You met his friends and quickly formed a quad, with Pepe, you, Sebastian, and Christian. Throughout your entire childhood, you had a fat crush on him. But you could never tell if he liked you back or not.

But to Chris and Sebastian, it was painful to watch you both. They could tell that you both liked each other, maybe even loved each other. But you both were so awkward with each other that it seemed like you were friend-zoning each other.

Like for example, Chris and Sebastian tried to set you up both up by making a fake hangout. They planned a whole day of going to the beach and eating dinner, only for them both to get "sick" last minute. So it was just you and Pepe alone for the whole day, going to the beach and a fancy dinner.

Yet you guys still managed to turn one of the most romantic scenes into the most goofy and awkward. Collecting seashells, seeing who can hold their breathe longer underwater, and making a mess at dinner like you two were just clumsy and awkward best friends. When in reality, both of you were on the verge of a heart attack every time you accidentally touched.

So now you were stuck, alone in your room. Torn between either moving on or sticking with Pepe.

You barely had any time to think to yourself, because the very next day you were forced to attend the boys' Racing Sponsor party. Although you never liked going, it was fun with your friends and the food was always amazing. The only major cons was that the party was filled with business people trying to network and get new sponsors, but they usually left you alone once you just said you were a friend of the drivers.

So now instead of being alone in your room, with your thoughts eating away at your brain - you were alone at the large dining table. Seb promised to stay by your side, but he was pulled away by his engineers to try and talk to a fancy gasoline company so they could sponsor him. Chris also promised to stay besides you, but he was also forced away to go to a special engineering company. Pepe and Jak were also busy doing a ton of interviews and connections, they were very sought after.

You sighed, unable to help but just sit in your boredom as you picked at your food. Now you were wishing that those annoying business men would try to talk to you again just so you have something to do. Using your phone wasn't an option either, 1. because it's rude to do and 2. because your dress didn't have pockets so you stupidly gave it to Seb to hold onto.

But just as you were about to count the petals dead floral centerpiece in front of you, Jak sat next to you. Fuck, you thought.

"Hey!" He said, wearing a black tux just like everyone else in the room. "You look so bored haha"

His small chuckle was charming and cute, he was so "boy-next-door" coded. Jak's curls were a bit more defined and his suit had almost no imperfections on it. He obviously paid deep attention to his suit. You watched as he started to fiddle with his tie slightly as he sat next to you. It was clear he was a bit nervous around you, trying to put up a good first impression still.

"I can't lie, I am a bit bored." You say with a smile at his attentive nature. "I'm just waiting for it to be over so we can all go out and play games at Chris's house."

"We?" He asks, quoting you before connecting the dots as to who 'we' was. "Oh! You, Pepe, Chris, and Seb, right?" Jak tilts his head slightly, like a dog.

You simply nod, taking a mental note of how much of Jak resembles a golden doodle. One of the cute golden doodles, not the ones' with ugly human eyes. You wanted so badly to like him. It wasn't like you weren't aware of how cute and sweet he was. Yet your brain just wouldn't allow yourself to feel a spark between you two.

"Well uh, would it be okay if I joined?" Jak asked nervously, looking in your eyes.

Before you could answer, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Although you hated how embarrassing it was to admit, you could already tell who was touching you just by the fingertips and vein on the back of the hand: Pepe Marti.

"NnnnooOOO!" Pepe said, making you want to laugh but you knew it would hurt Jak's feelings. It was clear he had quite a few drinks, most likely due to the businessmen always pressuring the drivers to have a few shots. Mainly so they could take advantage of their drunken state and get them to sign any deal they wanted.

"Oh uh..." Jak sat their awkwardly, looking at how close Pepe's body was to yours despite him hovering above your chair. "Hi Pepe,,,"

"Hi JAK!!!" Pepe said, quite loudly, "Or should I say JAK - ASS!!! Hahaha,,, ha..."

Pepe's entire fucking head and neck turned to you, trying to see if you laughed at his awful joke. When he sees that you didn't laugh, his smile instantly died. You could tell that he was cringing at himself.

You knew you needed to get Pepe out of the room, before he does anything stupid. So you quietly excused yourself from Jak, apologizing for Pepe's lame joke. Although Pepe was perfectly able to walk over to you and Jak, all of the sudden he began to act as if he's never walked in his life. So he clung onto your waist, using that as support while you both exited the party.

It didn't make much sense for him to hold your waist for support. Holding onto your shoulders or even your head would make much more sense - but he insisted on holding your waist. But you weren't going to complain when he hand perfectly fitted there. And you definitely weren't going to complain when he was pulling you closer to his body on instinct, as if he was a magnet attracted to you.

You struggled to get his tall body into your small car. But you did it. Now you had to struggle with getting the buckle on him. Not that he's fat, far from it, he's quite lanky and lean. The struggle came from the fact that Pepe was insisting that he should drive. That the man should always drive the woman home. He even drunkenly giggled and said, "If I driveee, then we couldd kiss at red lightssss!"

He said that while looking up at you with a shit eating grin. As if he was trying to see if you would blush at his joke, which you did. And as if his cute giggle and smile weren't enough, he did a stupid little fist bump in the air after making you giggle, as if it was an accomplishment. He has never ever been this flirty with you, making you unsure of how to handle him.

You can't help but laugh even more at his stupid acts. And from your laughter, Pepe finally sat still for once. He was stuck in his seat, staring at you, completely star struck. His big dark eyes starring up at you while you giggled, he looked as if he's seen the Northern lights. His lips were slightly parted, mainly because he was tired from fighting you away from buckling him, but also because his breathe was genuinely taken away from his lungs.

And that's when you felt something click in you.

At that exact moment, when Pepe was looking up at you with big puppy eyes and kissable kips - you realized that you would never ever be able to replace Pepe. You would never be able to settle and date Jak just to move on from Pepe. Because in one single moment of Pepe barely saying anything, he made you feel more cherished than Jak did within your entire day. Because in one single moment of Pepe's eyes staring in yours, you felt your heart pound faster than it ever did when Jak gently held your hand at night.

You knew you needed to tell Jak soon. Although you knew that you and Pepe weren't an item yet, you were determined to get him to be yours. And for the first time within almost a decade - you felt as if you had a chance with him.

As you dragged Pepe behind you, you safely managed to get him up the stairs and into his apartment. It was a cozy place, with tan and beige furniture decorating the place. There were photos hung up of his friends and family, shelves filled with comic books and gifts from fans. It felt warm, homey despite it not being your home.

Due to Pepe's strong grip on you, as if he was glued to you, you were forced to throw him roughly onto his couch. You sighed out of relief from finally getting him to settle down. You were beat, ready to go sleep asap. Meanwhile Pepe was the exact opposite. He was still giggling and giddy despite there being nothing funny happening.

His smile was permanently on his face, but you weren't complaining. As you slumped down next to him, you could still smell the alcohol in his breathe. He lazily threw his hand on your thigh, looking at you before saying "You're so farrr".

The lazy grip he had on your thigh quickly turned into an overpowering grip, as he easily pulled you all the way close to him. Even though he got what he wanted, you being right beside him, his hand didn't leave your thigh. You were left in shock, never ever seeing this side of him. He's been drunk around you before, but never this drunk. You're lost on why he felt the need to get so drunk today, especially when he knew being drunk was a huge no-no at sponsor parties.

When Pepe saw your eyes widen, he instantly copied your expression. His hand left your thigh in a flash and he scooted away from you by a foot. "I'm sorry, did you not like that???" He asked, his words not slurring as much.

"No no, it's okay." You said as you looked at him, his shoulders relaxing at your words. You wish you could say the same, your shoulders were killing you now from having to bring Pepe up a whole flight of stairs.

Rolling your shoulders didn't help the ache, making you slightly wince at the soreness. Pepe, despite still being drunk, could tell it was because of him. He looked guilty, scooting a bit closer to you.

"I'm sorry," He said softly, the most gentle you've heard him all night. "I shou' have gone home on my own."

You shook your head, "Definitelyyy not, you would have crashed your car into a family of five or something."

"Better than hurting you," He said almost in a whisper. You watched his face scrunch up. He let out a light burp and threw his head back onto the couch. "God I feel awful already."

On instinct, you were about to get off the couch and get him some pain medication. But Pepe's arm shot out, blocking you from getting up.

"Not physically." He says, "But,,, mentally."

You tilt your head slightly, confused at what he meant. He looked into your eyes, able to tell that you had zero clue at all what he meant. A sigh left his lips, as if he was tired despite him being the one that got dragged up a flight of stairs and a ride home.

"I'm sure you'll feel awful physically soon." You say, "But why do you feel hurt, mentally?"

"I just," Pepe's voice was stuck, unsure of how to word himself. He let out a few murmurs but it wasn't actual words. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making him unable to speak or if Pepe just didn't know how to word what he was thinking. You were assume it was both.

He knew he wouldn't be able to outright state what he was feeling, so instead he opted for questions. "(Y/N), be honest with me." You nodded, shifting in your seat to face him. His tone sounded serious. "How do you feel about Jak?"

You assume he must have felt awful mentally for his rude jokes to Jak. "Oh, Jak is cool. If you're worried about your joke to him, I'm sure he'll just brush it off."

"Are you close now?" Pepe asks, completely ignoring your answer to his question. "After that date you guys had, seemed like fun." He says, his eyes not looking at yours. As if he was too scared to make eye contact with you.

"Um, it was fun. But I mean, I didn't feel a spark or anything-"

"Don't lie."

You were frozen, unsure of what to say. "I'm not lying...?"

"I see how you laugh at his jokes, how he looks at you, how you smile at him." Pepe says slowly, "Do you think you like him?"

His tone was so serious that you were caught off guard. But you knew the answer to his question now, thankfully you realized it this night. "No, I think we're just gonna be friends. He seems super sweet and nice, but not for me-"

"Then who is for you?" Pepe asks, this time looking at you. There was no smile on his face, instead a look of investigation. A look that seemed as if he was trying to put a mask on, to protect his feelings from getting hurt.

You knew the answer to this question to. But you weren't able to say. All you were able to do was stare into Pepe's eyes, watching them soften as he looked at you. You swallowed and broke the eye contact, feeling too intimate to keep staring into his dark eyes.

While you were looking away, Pepe scooted back close to you. Your knees touching. Although your head was still turned away, too flustered to look at him and unwilling to give him an answer. Pepe was staring right at you, his entire torso turned towards you to examine your whole body and features.

You didn't want to turn your head around and face him. You could tell that if you did, your faces would be only a few inches away from each other. Close enough to make your breathes touch each other faces. Although you were trying to look away from him, his hand gently reached for your face. There was no pressure in his grip, instead it was lightly guiding your head to face him.

Now your faces were close, eyes locked in, and bodies only a few inches apart. You looked at him, holding your breathe in fear that it stank from eating. His eyes and face were no longer tense, it was soft and looked as if he was pleaded. It looked as if he about to beg you for something, which he did:

"Please, please say it's me." He said in a whisper.

[anisangeldust]

Lavender Haze 𝜗𝜚⋆

did i have every intention to post this on 4/20? yes. but did i get so faded that i’ve had severe brain fog for the last day and a half? also yes 🫶🎀

Summary: Coriolanus sees you at a party with a particularly rough group of people and he just has to have you.

Pairing: Dealer!Coriolanus x Fem!Reader (Modern AU, Innocent!reader)

Warnings: DRUG USE AND ABUSE!, (mentions of: cocaine, weed, heroin, cigarettes, oxy/percs, and others), Mention of guns, mention of murder, mentions of ODing, mentions of rape, smut (p in v, fem!receiving oral) CNC/dub-con, impact play, masochism, minor gun kink.

A/N: dipping my toe into darker themes! happy late 4/20! (smoke responsibly)🎀🎀

It was painfully obvious you didn’t belong here, from the cloud of smoke settled around everything in the room, to the stray bottles of little white pills the attendees were popping like candy. It was all so foreign to you.

If your friends weren’t here, you’d have gone home the second you were invited in.

Coriolanus had been watching you, he was perfectly hidden in plain sight. Your cute little pink dress was like a magnet to his icy eyes, and the way you were stepping over discarded needles was almost endearing.

The uncomfortable look on your face grew as your headache got worse, the constant hotboxing starting to run its course on your untarnished little body.

Coriolanus decided to scoop you up and keep you safe before anyone else got their grubby hands on you, after all, he was a dealer; not a monster. And to have you taken advantage of by another seemed like a horrid option, so he went with the former.

“Hey darling, you look like you don’t belong here” Coriolanus cooed, walking up to you and making sure you knew he was safe.

“I don’t, my friends dragged me here, i don’t do this kind of stuff” your voice was small and a little timid, like a stray cat at a shelter.

“I can tell princess. how about you stay with me? i’ll get some fresh air, and i’ll make sure you’re safe” he reached around to pat the handgun in his pocket.

“Oh! O-okay.” You were in no position to deny this stranger, after all, he seemed very kind, and he was very handsome, tall with buzzed blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Don’t worry hunny, you’re safe” he teased and wrapped one of his strong arms around you. “wanna go sit outside? you can even sit on my lap” he offered as his hand drew light circles on your waist.

“That sounds great, my head really hurts” you smiled back and lean into the handsome stranger.

——

‘Coriolanus, his name was Coriolanus. Coryo he said to call him.’ was the thought swirling in your head as you sat on his lap while he rested on patio furniture.

“I’m a dealer baby, I have the drugs and then I sell them to people, ‘s how I make money, it’s quite profitable too” Coriolanus explained, the lit joint between his lips and large hand cupping your ass all adding to his appeal.

Every once in a while a few people would come up to him with cash, he’d hand them a bottle of pills, or a baggy of weed, but when a guy about his age with curly chestnut colored hair walked up, he asked for cocaine.

“Alright Creed, I’ll have to measure it here though” Coriolanus murmured as he counted the cash handed to him by this mysterious stranger and then placing the bills into your hands. “hold this for me pretty girl”. His voice a million times more soft and gentle than when he was talking to the ‘Creed’ guy.

“Ever cut coke before princess? ‘Course you haven’t, you’re too much of a good girl” he chuckled against your ear. Grabbing the scale next to him, he pulled out a small baggie of white powder from his coat pocket. After measuring exactly a gram, he took a credit card and carefully pushed the powder back into the ziplock baggie.

Coriolanus took the cash from your hands and pushed it into his pocket, taking the joint from his lips, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before blowing the smoke away form your face.

“Can I try?” Your voice squeaked out, the joint didn’t seem too scary, and you wanted to at least try something while you’re sat on the lap of a dealer.

“The joint? Oh baby, are you sure?” He teased and moved your hair out of your face.

“Yes, I wanna try it, please?” Your big eyes were something he just couldn’t resist, so he took the rolled up cannabis and placed it between your plump lips.

“Breathe in like you’re sucking on a straw baby girl, that’s it..” he held your hand and the joint, looking deeply into your eyes.

The moment the smoke filled your lungs, the taste of tar and skunk filled your chest, instantly you coughed and stared to tear up. “Ew! How do you do that all the time!” You cough and lean into Coriolanus’ touch.

“Told you babygirl, it’s gross” he teases and takes a long drag before blowing the smoke into your face with a chuckle.

“Coryo!” You scrunch your face and whack his chest

“C’mon baby, how about this, I’ll blow some smoke into your mouth okay?” He murmurs and takes another drag, holding your jaw open, he blows the smoke into your open mouth, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

Your hands reach up and cup his face, leaning into the sudden display of intimacy. He brings one of his large and calloused hands up and smacks your ass playfully, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“Promise me you’ll never get involved in the heavy shit, smoking weed is bad enough, I don’t need your pretty little self dropping acid and then dropping dead” he murmurs between kisses.

“Never.. I’ll never” you promise him, knowing that you’re too much of a pussy to do anything beyond maybe shrooms.

“Good girl, and I’ll put a bullet into anyone who tries to sell you anything, you can’t trust anyone, they’ll get you woozy then rape your cunt baby, it’s not safe to do this shit.” He warns with absolute seriousness. How ironic.

“I won’t do any drugs Coryo, you have my word” you giggle gently and scoot up on his lap

“You little tease, need me to show you who you’re fucking with right now?” He jeers and throws the joint on the floor, grinding it beneath his heal before he picks you up and carries you to his, surprisingly nice, car.

“My place isn’t too far, I’ve made enough money for tonight, right now all I need is your pussy baby” he pays your thigh and buckles you in before climbing into the drivers door and closing it, immediately speeding off.

——

Coriolanus’ apartment was actually really nice, a pretty spacious area, a nice part of town, you’re surprised he doesn’t already have a lady to call his own. Though I suppose he does now.

“Nice isn’t it? Told you it’s profitable” he murmurs and locks the front door behind you two, immediately scooping you up for the second time that night and carrying you to his bedroom.

His hands are immediately all over you, and your hands all over him. He reaches and slips off his jacket, tossing it, the gun, his cash, and any access drugs, across the room.

Coriolanus almost immediately reaches up your dress and cups your pussy in his hand “fuck me, was it me who turned you on? Maybe my gun?” He teases.

“Coryo..!” You whine and buck your hips up like a bitch.

“That’s me, don’t worry baby, I won’t be too mean” he coos and pulls off your panties, throwing them into the pile of his stuff.

“Oh fuck me princess..” he murmurs and looks over your cunt. The visual in front of him is pornographic. Your pussy was glistening wet and puffy, your swollen and pink clit poking out of your folds a bit.

“Can’t resist baby-“ he cuts himself off by diving into your cunt like it’s his death row meal, the skilled muscle that is his tongue poking and licking up your sex.

“mmm! Coryo!!” You whine and hold his head (since he has no hair to hold on to) “so good! can’t.. oh god..” you buck your hips up and he hold you in place with his strong hands.

He continues to devour you, his nose every so often bumping your clit, eventually, he brings up his hand and starts to draw lazy circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Gonna cum! Coryo..! My tummy..” you whimper and lean your head back, savoring the feeling of your new, hot, drug dealer friend eating you out like your arousal was a sacred elixir.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer as you came against his face, grinding your hips and pressing his face against you while you rode out your orgasm.

A string of spit connected his lips and your cunt, his whole face flushed and sticky with your cum.

“Taste so good sweetheart” he groans and pulls your dress over your head, immediately unclipping your bra and attacking your, now very sensitive, nipples.

“mmm… so good for me, my good girl..” he groans and pulls you into his lap as he goes into a sitting position. Moving his attention from your tits to your lips. “Gonna ruin that perfect pussy, mold you into my perfect doll, use you whenever I want” he growls and pulls his hard, fat cock out of the confines of his pants.

Laying you on your back, he uses his hands to press your knees to your chest, allowing him the most perfect view of your dripping and sensitive cunt.

“So good baby girl” he praises as he slides his fat tip across your glistening folds.

“Please.. please.. need it so bad..” you blabber out and whine.

“I know baby, I know. Let me just..” he slips the tip in and growls “fuck me doll” he hisses and uses every bit of self restraint to not jackhammer into you.

“More! Please..!” You beg, his cock sliding into your tight walls inch by inch until the tip kissed your cervix

Coriolanus gave you a second to get used to his size before he started to pound into you mercilessly, his hips snapping to meet your clit. “Can see myself in your tummy baby, so good for me, ‘m so fucking proud of you doll” he groans and increases his pace impossibly faster.

“Gonna fucking cum.. you love being my cocksleeve huh? My pretty little fleshlight.” He coos and keeps up his impossible pace until you whine and groan, cumming the second time. He pulls out and tugs his cock twice before cumming on your stomach.

“Oh fuck princess, so fucking pretty huh?” He murmurs and hold your face, kissing your swollen lips.

“So good Coryo..” your voice is weak, as is the rest of your body, but before you can get up he stops you.

“You think I’m done? Very funny princess, maybe I’ll snort a line off your perfect tits” he teasingly thinks out loud.

You were in for a very long night.

[tokischaaaaa]

baking video with hamzah + enemies to lovers trope

(ty for ending the drought!!!)

ok heres a baking video one, ill do the enemies to lovers laterrr

cocinando con el necesitado; cooking with the needy one

!hamzah x !latina reader

warning! : cockwarming, cursing, fluff + smut <3

word count!: 

“hi slushies! today you may notice martins not here, unfortunately he's sick but i have his replacement!” hamzah exclaims, and signals for you to appear in front of the camera.

“hi!” you say waving your hand to the camera.

“so what are we doing today y/n,” hamzah asks you

“Well I have a family event coming up real soon, so we gotta make some food to bring there!” you exclaim.

hamzah nods and goes behind the camera to zoom in on you getting started on cooking. You can't help but take a quick glimpse on the camera and see it zoom in on your ass.

“hamzah! get your ass here and help!” you groan. Before Hamzah comes to help you he positions the camera so the viewers can only see the left side of yalls body. 

as hamzah rushes to help, you begin cutting the lamb and stop as soon as you feel a familiar thing slip inside of you. hamzah quickly whispers in your ear, “we’re mic'd up, keep quiet and i'll help you cook babe,” 

you take a deep breath, and continue cooking. “so y/n what are you cutting?” he asks in a deep tone. “i'm just cutting the cordero asado, which means grilled lamb. normally you’d make it with pork but since hamzah can't we had to change the recipe.” you smile looking at hamzah who's laying his head on your shoulder and has his arms wrapped around your waist.

you feel butterflies all in your stomach but want to avoid showing hamzah and finish cooking before getting involved with him, 

After cutting and grilling the lamb, you start getting ready to cook the rice before Hamzah excuses himself to the bathroom. you nod, and start to oil into the rice cooker, and tell the alexa, 

‘play ven devorame otra vez’, she plays the song moments later and as you turn the dial on the rice cooker you let the music take you in. 

you sway your hips and use the small amount of space you have to dance to your advantage, you start clapping your hands together when the beat drops. completely ignoring the camera recording you, you put your hands on your hip to help you move your hips imagining your hands were hamzah instead.

almost like clock work, your hands were replaced with hamzahs, “now babe where’d you learn how to dance like that?” he smirks, letting your hips guide his hands.

“back in (your home country), i'm surprised you haven't picked up anymoves since living with me or the amount of salsa i blast in this house,” you say putting one of your hands to the back of his neck getting a light feel of his soft curly hair. 

he kisses your neck deeply in response, once again, he slips himself into you as you continue to move your hips in a circular motion. you're so wet already, you feel a knot in your stomach.

“papi you better stop before I become a stuffed turkey,” you laugh into his ear. 

“Who said that’d be a bad idea?” he smirks, getting closer to you.

he pulls out gently, you get a quick glimpse and see him already dripping of pre-cum. Next thing you know he turns you around and lifts you to place your legs around his waist. He brings you to the kitchen island and gently lays you down, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from both of you. you try to keep your breaths steady, you quickly notice the camera blinking a red light.

“hamzah, we’re still on camera,” you murmur

he grins, his eyes dark with desire. “I know, but I can’t help myself,” he whispers back, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

your hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss. The intensity of the moment makes you forget about everything else. His hands roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his manhood pressing against you, making you even more eager.

“we should finish cooking,” you manage to say between kisses, but you know that you don't want to stop the intimacy between you and hamzah.

Hamzah chuckles softly. —“we’ll finish, I promise,” he says, trailing kisses down your neck.

he positions himself, sliding back inside you with a slowness that makes you gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, and you clutch the edge of the island for support. 

“Just keep quiet, okay mami?” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of command and plea.

you nod, biting your lip to hide any sounds. Hamzah begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, allowing you both to savor every moment. The tension builds, and you struggle to keep silent, your breaths coming in jumbled gasps.

the kitchen, the cooking, and the camera all fade into the background as you lose yourself in the sensation of Hamzah moving inside you. his hands grip your hips, guiding you with a precision that drives you wild. 

“hamzah,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

he looks into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce intensity. —“I know, mami. I know.”

the pace quickens, and you can feel yourself nearing the edge. Hamzah’s breaths are heavy, his movements more urgent. you’re both on the brink, and it’s taking all your control to stay quiet.

finally, the tension snaps, and you shudder around him, your release taking you by surprise. Hamzah follows shortly after, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills inside you. The feeling of completeness washes over you both, leaving you breathless and sated.

he stays still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath. Slowly, he pulls out and helps you sit up, giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

you break from the kiss and scrunch your nose, “do you smell that?” you ask.

it takes hamzah a few moments for Hamzah but he smells it too, “yeah is something burning?” he asks.

“shit! the rice!” you groan,

you run to the rice cooker, take the rice out with oven mitts and dump it in the garbage. hamzah's right behind you, ready to take in the funky smell outside.

when he comes back you elbow him lightly, “that's for distracting me from the rice,” you smirk.

“but you, the music, it was all you, and your hips.” Hamzah sighs looking at you. 

you wave him off and  the rest of the cooking process goes smoothly, with Hamzah playfully teasing you and you returning the banter.

“Thanks for keeping company rather than helping,” you grin as you pack the food.

“anytime, babe,” he replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

you glance at the camera, remembering the audience that’s been watching the entire time. With a mischievous smile, you wave at the lens.

“hope you enjoyed today’s video, slushies! See you next time!” hamzah exclaims.

you join in, waving as well. —“and don’t forget to like and subscribe!”

with that, Hamzah ends the recording, knowing that he’ll have to do some excessive editing tomorrow. 

“so when are you gonna teach me how to dance like that?” hamzah asks as a yawn escapes his mouth

“another day mi amor, another day.” you smile, kissing his cheek lightly.

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PITY PARTY !

‟ and he loved her like he loved no one,

the way she’d laugh and hold a smoking gun. „

pairing;finnick x victor!f!reader

summary;finnick odair is a man of many fortunes, all he wish he didn’t posses- red, hot, and irate he lets it fool you.

contains; ANGST, self destructive-finnick&reader, insinuations of infidelity, acts of non-con, arguments, TW descriptive forced prostitution.

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it was your victory party, supposed to to be the happiest night since your games.

it was only the most stressful, the most draining. you hair was pulled up almost too tight you gained a headache, dress to tight you could suffocate. champagne flute after champagne flute, finnick had slid away from you- told you he’d be back nearly an hour ago.

you were struggling to stand, your arms were crossed over your indecent frame- chilly, without finnicks presence. without your finnick.

you went up to a familiar face, he was near your age- you think he’s friends with finnick? but how do you know what’s real in the capitol?

“have you seen where finnick went?” your head tilts to the side slightly, and by the way his breathy laugh reached your nostrils and the alcoholic scent burned your senses, you can tell he’s probably drunker than you.

the man has to steady himself from laughing so hard, you were almost concerned at his inebriated he was. “oh you sweet naive victor, he has quite the track record. where would a boy like yours possibly be at a party like this- i mean he’s not much of a boy after all he’s done.”

you’d zoned out halfway into his sentence, was finnick known for getting too tipsy? was there something you didn’t know? was the man you were speaking too so drunk he had lost his mind?

you began to slowly slip away from the man, slipping past people, looking for that soft, gentle, sweet face.

the air was getting too thick, your breath began to quicken, everything was moving in slow. your mind was begging for someone to find help for you, to find finnick.

you find your stylist, he was nice- you think. he’d done you a great fault with the comfortability of your get-up, but otherwise you’d trusted him.

“y/n!” he smiles, ecstatic to see you but a hint of concern in his features and he takes your glass of booze, placing it down on the table. his concern seemed too strong to be just for your alcohol consumption, like there was something else. something you didn’t know, or couldn’t know. “how are you?”

what the fuck?

“where’s finnick.” you’re feet hurt, your heads throbbing, your body is buzzing and you are so sick of not being apart of whatever’s going on.

now your stylist looks pitifully towards you, “oh honey, room five.”

your shoulders slump. was he okay? had he gotten a panick attack? you rush towards to intimate rooms, you weren’t sure if you could count to the number five right now but your mind assumed he’d be in the only closed room.

your worry is sickening, the chill in this mansion is sickening, the confusion of it all is purely- sickening. your hand twists the knob open, ready to see his tears in the dark- but you don’t see his eyes at all.

“yes! i love that finnick. i love you!” she’s under him, her skirt is pushed up- his eyes are screwed shut- his beautiful eyes are screwed shut.

who is this woman? her hair is curly, long, blonde, she seems tall but you can’t see much of her, she seems older. this seems wrong- almost. why is she saying she loves him? who is this woman, lying?

you don’t know how long it takes you to perceive it all, but she looks up and notices you- shrieking in exposé.

you just barely see his head shoot up, before you’ve closed the door. your back flies to the wall opposite of the door, you hear shuffling. you hear her asking him where he’s going.

you can’t breath.

it’s like you’ve taken a shot to the heart, and you’re bleeding out. your body can’t move, you want to run. you don’t want to know, you’re sure of it.

you’re not even sure you want to hear him speak, not for a long time. not until your world stops spinning.

you’ve just started to move, you’ve just started to escape. when the door flies open, your name is being called- no shouted.

but finnicks legs move faster than yours, longer, with flat shoes and hefty strides he’s grabbed your wrist in seconds and he’s spinning you around to face him.

you want to scream, no more, please. but your words are stolen from you, his face looks like he’s just walked in on the same thing you did.

he looks like he wants to speak, to say something. he looks into the corner of the hallway, at the light fixtures, the cameras, and the words are lost on his tongue.

it has felt like ever since finnick had won his games, there was a part of his soul you would never understand, and you thought that you would- and if you told him this, he would probably tell you it’s too early for you to know just yet.

his eyes fall back onto yours, and his eyes are frantic- switching back and forth between each eye. again, you’re missing something, there’s something you’re not picking up, and as much as you want to scream and run away from him- to cry- you stay.

“what the fuck is happening.” you’re trying to sober-up now, your hand finds your hair. and you’re taking steps away from him, your eyes are wide.

he hasn’t moved a muscle, finnick thinks the odds have never been worse for him. does he break you or does he seal your fate with a scarlet letter?

“what the fuck is happening!” you repeat, turning around to face him now, he looks back to the camera, and back to you. and you aren’t in the right state for this. “finnick!” you place your hands on either side of his face, you’re trying to tiptoe around this.

he takes an inhale, trying to find solace in your sweet smell- but all that fills his senses is the alcohol hot and heavy on your tongue. “your drunk, y/n.”

your hands fall from his face, this is cruel, the present is too cruel. and at that moment he’s chosen your fate, you break.

a cry leaves your mouth, your hand going over it, shaking. he feels sick now, his pupils are blown and he’s shaking, he swears his own heart has stopped.

you’re sobbing, and it’s because of him. finnick odair was a selfish monster. finnick odair was a liar, a tyrant. but he was your boy, the same man who spun you around when you wore long skirts just to hear the giggle leave your lips. the same man who didn’t sleep for days when you were reaped- moreso until you came out of that arena. the same man who gave everything he had just so you’d gain sponsors.

and you thought you could be that same girl for him, the same girl who held him when he cried the night before you left for the arena, unable to hold his composure for you any longer.

and now, you’re tears couldn’t stop, and his couldn’t either. you were too stunned to move, and he couldn’t stop muttering words that made no sense.

“lets just go home, please.” he pleads, he would get on his hands and knees. he’d die for you to stop feeling like this, he’d soak it all up just so you would stop.

“how many women?” you remember his own friends words, he has quite the track record- not much of a boy after all he’s done.

and his eyes screw shut once more, a look he often wears when he wants something to be over with, and quick. and you can recognize that from the scene that will forever be etched into your mind.

and he sees you, piece it together in your mind- he sees it all line up for you. he sees the red hot fury behind your lashes, he then sees it turn into an unwary look.

“who’s making you do this?”

he shakes his head, his hand running over his wet face. “stop, now.” there are ears everywhere, even when you’re the loneliest in panem, you are never the only person there.

and his heart races at the thought of how your concern for the good in him will push to your demise, how if you say the words you were never supposed to know, he may never see you again.

and when you go to speak, he slaps a hand over your mouth, he’s rough, he’s not himself. he turns you around- pushing you away from him as he rushes out the emergency exit.

you chase after him, and somehow he’s still faster than you. there’s fresh tears in his cheeks it the cold air, he thinks they’ll freeze. you’re screaming after him, he thinks it’s nothing more than a bad dream.

he wished he wasn’t there, like he was in the backseat as his body moved farther and farther away from you. a second hand perspective on himself and he didn’t know who he was.

and once more, finnick odair was a plague. a wrath awakening in every bridge he burned.

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If You Wanna be Wild: Chapter 7

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Everything falls apart and evryone is alone.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!:mentions of rape an violence, what happened to Helena, smut, repressed feelings, angst.

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There was no making up. There was no Javi bringing Santi food as an apology, there was no talking. 

When Santi walked into the office on Monday, he saw the fucking desks rearranged, Javier’s and Santi’s on other sides of the room instead of pushed face to face. Santi quickly rushed to the bathroom where he panic vomited and had an anxiety attack, resulting in him being 45 minutes late. Javi didn’t say anything about it.

Where Santi couldn’t eat, Javi couldn’t stop eating, munching down food and taking frequent trips to the vending machine. His doctor was going to kill him. Santi could barely function, even coming in late or leaving early which was a cardinal sin in his book. Still, none of it stopped him from seeing Candy. Occasionally Candy asked about him because all month Javi hadn’t been to see her either. Santi couldn’t get much answer either.

They worked, but mostly separately. Javi had even been trying to find somewhere else to work, but there weren’t exactly free rooms in the precinct. They talked occasionally but only about Lorea… making Santi desperately lonely. He had his family and he loved his tias, but they weren’t Javi. It was the day of the rally for the beatification of Laura Montoya, which forced them to be in close proximity as they dressed in plain clothes and scouted the area for any sign of the Lorea family. Not wanting to look too much like officers on alert, Santi tried making conversation, none of which was working with Javi, only getting few word answers. 

The boy was going to drive him absolutely batshit insane if he didn’t stop talking. It was bad enough he kept asking. ‘Should we get food’ or ‘it’s nice out today’, but his voice mixed with the crowds and noise and music and chatter or the rally, people shouting about whoever it was they were here for, politicians trying to stop them and constantly flashbacks of that night of the ball… Then Santi had to go and say 

“She misses you.”

“You mentioned her name one more fucking time and I’ll-”

“You’ll fucking what?” Santi snapped, his nerves had twisted, hardened suddenly by rage. 

His anger took Javi by surprise, he’d never heard him speak like that to anyone let alone him. 

Santi took his pause as indignation. “I mentioned Candy once. Once. And that’s only because you haven’t seen her, or called her or anything!” He hissed. “She’s worried about you actually, she-”

It was Javi’s turn to snap. 

He grabbed the younger man by the back of his collar and pulled him into a side alley, using his own momentum against him and slamming him up against the brick wall. 

Sant let out a little huff of air as his back collided, gritting his jaw as pain raced along his back. 

The action had been forceful, but not enough to cause discomfort for most people. However, a rough, uneven lump of mortar had poked oddly against the scar at the nape of his neck, sending a tingle down his back.

Javi rammed the heel of his hand into the wall next to Santi’s head, using his height to his full advantage as he leaned over him like he was interrogating a suspect instead of a colleague. A friend. 

Santi breathed hard, his frown pinching his eyebrows together, and Javi would say he even looked cute if he wasn’t so bloody annoying, so obsessed with getting under his skin. Unable to let anything go, constantly digging at him in his self-righteous attitude, just needing to push, and push, and push, and…

Cute. The thought caught him off guard. When had he started to think of Santiago as cute?

“What the fuck are you doing Peña?” He growled, puffing his chest out, but not pushing back. 

Javi shook his head slightly, trying to break his racing mind, trying to get back to reality. “Candy, look, you can’t just-”

“She’s an adult Javi, I can-”

“You’re going to get her killed!” His voice raised at the end, louder and more desperate than he had intended, with just the slightest waver. He hoped Santi didn’t hear it, but he probably did. Nothing got past him. “Do you understand?” Santi glared at him, the muscles in his jaw flexing. Those stupid large doe eyes looking painfully dark and enticing. “You’re flaunting her. Taking her to the ball and, and-”

Santi scoffed. “That’s none of your business, I asked her, I-”

“You’re gonna get her gutted and dumped on the side of the road!” Javier screamed, haunting flashbacks to Helena’s beaten and raped body, wrapping his coat around her and having to carry her out, not sure if she was dying or not. “You know how easy it would be for Lorea to do something? This isn’t even a put two and two together situation, Pope, it’s you waving a four right in his fucking face! And what do you think is gonna happen when he takes her, huh? When he beats her and rapes her an tortures her to get information on YOU!” 

Santi swallows, his face still hard, but that little bob of his Adam’s apple draws Javier’s eye, but he doesn't respond. Javier lowers his voice, fist still gripping Santi’s jacket.

“She’s not gonna give you up, she’s not gonna help them hurt you. She’s gonna end up dead. You’re gonna…” He closed his eyes for a moment, took a small breath. It was easier not to look at him, not to have to stare at his soft eyes and plump lips. “You’re gonna end up dead too, Pope. I can’t… I’ve seen it, okay?”  

Javier screwed up his face, opening his eyes so that he could look at Santi man to man. Implore him to see reason. 

“I’m not telling you to stop seeing her, I’m just saying.... I’ve seen shit happen to girls in her line of work. To officers like you that are still wet behind the ears to this kind of thing-” The second it was out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake. 

“I’m not a fucking child, Peña.” Santi hissed, pressing forward and getting up in Javier’s face. “I know that’s what everyone at the station seems to think and all their little Virgin Maria mierda. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck if all they see is that.” He pushes firmly on Javier’s chest, almost smacking as he punctuates his sentence. “But I thought you’d know better! I was black ops special agent, I spend years of my life in almost every goddamn continent doing retcon, assassinations, covert operations and rescuing women and children and getting SHOT! I’m not-”

“I’m not saying you’re a child-”

“You are! You are!” Santiago growls, smacking Javi’s chest repeatedly. He doesn’t care that he does sound like a child in that moment, arguing relentlessly on semantics. His emotions are bubbling over and muddying his head. “You’re saying that you know best. That your word is law. Despite all you do to endanger Candy!”

“I do n-”

“You do! You think you’re above it all, you’re just as bad, you pretend to care but you-”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Garcia!”

“Make me!”

He doesn’t think. 

There’s always times he doesn’t think. When he gets too lost in whatever emotion he’s letting overwhelm him. Sometimes rage. Sometimes guilt. Usually negative either way. That’s where Santi is a good partner, keeping a cool and level head while Javi plays bad cop.

Usually ends up with him throwing a punch, not a kiss. 

Santi knew ‘make me’ was childish. Knew it was playground nonsense reserved for kids still in single digits. But if everyone was going to keep calling him that, keep pretending that he wasn’t the only actual goddamned adult in the room then-

Then…

Javier’s lips on his steal his breath away, rob him of every thought that has ever run through his mind. And, for once, it’s blissfully quiet. The anxieties pushed away for the peace of a lover's kiss.

Javi presses closer, pushing Santiago further into the wall and cupping his face with his warm hand as he kisses him, body to body, warmth to warmth. Darting out his tongue to just trace Santi’s bottom lip and groans when he parts them immediately, no hesitation, and lets him lick into his mouth. 

The angle’s a little awkward, Javier’s body trapping Santi’s hand between their chests. But Santiago’s fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer as his kisses leave him breathless and desperate for more.

Javier’s leg bumps into his and Santi moves a step, moaning softly and then whining as his thigh presses against his half hard cock, a sharp spike of pleasure running up his spine and- 

His thoughts all come crashing down. What the fuck, what the fuck  was he doing? His mother’s voice rang in his head, screaming his name. 

He could get arrested for this, thrown in jail, worse. He was going to burn in hell.

Santi pulled back quickly, disentangling himself from Javier so quickly that both men nearly fell. He turned, not giving the older man a second look, and ran out of the alley into the crowded street. 

He didn’t even hear Javier call his name. 

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“Are you okay, baby?” You asked, your naked body covering Santiago while giving him tender kisses, scooting yourself up and down his cock. You loved to tease him, get him whimpering and watch as all those troublesome thoughts left his pretty little head. He was too pretty to be so worried all the time.

He’d been stressed on and off about Javi, occasionally bringing it up, but you think he stopped when he realized it upset you. You were really good at pretending to care when old professors droned on and on about academic works or when men talked about themselves or complained about their wives and mothers again and again and again. You could’ve faked not being upset when Santi, but you didn’t fake anything with him. Javi’s absence hurt your feelings. You were worried about him, and you were angry at him for abandoning you and hurting Santi. For continuing to hurt his feelings. Bitch.

But honestly… you just miss him. A lot. It would take more than a poster to patch this, he’d have to make things right with Santi too, but you’d forgive him. You just wanted him back, and you wanted Santi happy again. He was already thin enough, and as your body slid up and down the sweaty length of him, you could feel he’d lost weight. 

Santi moaned loudly, gripping onto your hips as you bounced on his length, his eyes rolling back in his head as your heat engulfs him over and over. Pulling him deeper and deeper. 

The fat tip of his cock presses deliriously, perfectly rubbing over your walls with every slick slide. Stretching you so wonderfully like he was made for you. He was, he really, really was. Something was bothering him today, and he was finding solace in you. You were happy to give it to him. Pushing all other thoughts out of your head. 

He whines, babbling nonsensically with his eyes closed, “please, please, please,” He rocks up against you, letting his body override his brain as you fuck him into the mattress. “Please, gonna come, please, need you so much,” he gasps, almost sobbing from pleasure. 

You stroke his cheek and pick up your pace, even if he hasn’t said you could tell how close he was. The way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut and head thrown back into the pillow, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you can come, give it all to me.”

He shakes his head rapidly, “no, please,” he moans, “need you, need mommy to come, please.” 

His whines change in pitch, the little sounds getting higher and higher as he reaches the point of no return. His mouth hangs open, his skin flushed and sweaty, and heat floods to your core. 

You brace yourself with your left hand on his leg behind you as you ride him, leaning back ever so slightly to change the angle just enough that he continuously hits perfectly inside, stretching you to your limit. 

Santi sobs, the position change sending a buzz up his spine, pressing on the thick length of his cock to a surprisingly maddening degree. His whole body pulsed, stealing the air from his lungs.

He bucks up once, his eyes fluttering open in surprise as he comes, his length pulsating. He empties himself deep inside you, his orgasm stretching onwards and overtaking every possible thought. 

You smile as you watch him, happy to see him so blissed out. You ride him throughout his high, trying to prolong his sensations as long as possible. He deserved it.

He sighs, shivering with aftershocks as he comes back to himself and looks up at you. You open your mouth to speak, the words on the tip of your tongue.

Santi grabs you by the hips, urging you up and off him and pulling your aching pussy onto his face. He lets out a small groan at the mess he made, his cum leaking out of your folds before he runs the tip of his tongue through them. 

You bite back a moan, grabbing onto his hair for stability as his mustache brushes against your clit.

His mouth feels like heaven as he lick and swirls around your clit, his movements soft but certain, quickly pushing you towards your peak.

Instinctively you buck your hips, grinding down on his mouth to chase your high. He rocks you against him, urging you tp move and fuck his eager tongue. 

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him, pulling fiercely on his hair. 

He continues licking, moaning against you as he drinks down every drop of your release. 

You breathe heavily, boneless for a moment before slowly moving away to lay down next to him. 

He pouts a little as you settle. “I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily, your cum shining all over the bottom half of his face,

You giggle, and gently swat his arm and cuddle up next to him. Santi didn’t need instruction, scooting his back to your chest. In your arms, where he belonged. You loved being like this with him, but somehow it always felt like something was missing. You loved when Javi used to hold you, protecting you with a strong arm around your body, but again, you felt like something was missing, in your arms this time instead of around you.

You kiss the scar on his spine. “Good boy, Santito.”

It happened so fast. Santi teanses and you barely have a second to register how he turns to you, his eyes widen in panic, his skin turning ashen before he’s up, out of bed and pulling on his clothes so fast that it shouldn’t have been possible. What the fuck? Did you do something wrong?

“Santi?” you start, trying to keep your voice soft but unable to hide the fear that has overcome your words.Why is he leaving? What did you do wrong? Did you mess up things with Santi too, the one good thing left? You barely sit up before he’s shoving a handful of dollars at you, practically just throwing them in your direction and the bed. 

“Here.” His voice is quiet, distant. Like he’s not really there. A stark comparison to his panicked, edgy movements. He doesn’t even bother tying his shoes, simply shoving his feet inside them and stumbling towards the door.

“Wait, Sant-”

He slams the door on his way out. 

Leaving your bed cold, and you alone.

It was supposed to be sex, talking. Build a nice repour. That was it. You were good at it too, making old ugly men think you were infatuated, but yourself detached from even the most charming and attractive. Something happened with Javi and Santi, a line that became blurred, friendship and genuine attraction and care. Now they were gone. 

You hate yourself for how hard you cry.

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do you recommend watching The Originals?

Nonnie, you're out with the tough questions 😂

I've been here thinking about this for a few minutes. The answer is... depends? lol I know some people who really like The Originals, so it's hard to say that you should or shouldn't watch it. It really depends on what kind of thing you're looking for and where do you draw a line.

Personally, I have a lot of issues with TO lol And back when it was still airing and I was watching it as the episodes came out, I abandoned it halfway through S3 because I got to a point where the very far and few good parts were no longer making it worth my while. A lot of people think S3 is the best season, I think it's by far the worst one lol So you see how it really depends.

But I do like it that I watched it in end, even though it took me a few years. It gives me authority that I know exactly what I'm talking about when I shit talk it lol also whenever people who can't stand the show have a canon-related question, they come to me because I watched it some 200 times so other people don't have to suffer through it, and I think that's beautiful 😂😂

Here's a simple pros vs cons list *in my opinion*: Pros: it's more Mikaelson screen time, so there's that. That are some plot lines that had potential, although almost none of them are well executed. Seasons 1 and 2 are actually kind of ok. S3 and 4 Klaus hair is 🤌🤌🤌 The WILD CURLS ERA! I'm a simple girl, you give me Klaus in tight Henley shirts with curly curls, I'm in. There are some great family moments scattered throughout the seasons, some really cool scenes that make you think 'wow, this could've been a great show' (right before you get pissed off that it wasn't). Daniel Sharman's Kol is, IMHO, the superior Kol (I don't like Nate Buzz's acting). Jomo really delivers as Klaus regardless the whole bullshittery around him and gets some great chances to just be a little shit, which I love. There are some great Klaroline moments (and not just in S5). And in spite of my overall feelings for TO, one of my favorite all-time TVDverse characters is from there: Vincent Griffith. I love him to bits. I also really like Marcel, even though he becomes a glorified extra after S1, and Jackson. Also, if you're really into werewolves, this is really the show where they get any screen time. I'm not saying it's good, but at least it's there (and no, Klaus never turns into a wolf, it makes no sense).

Cons: Really bad, inconsistent writing. Some seasons have storylines that just die out of nowhere for no reason (*cough*season 3*cough*). The whole premise of the show is insane (there was absolutely no need for Hope when Marcel is right there). The crossovers with TVD are very poorly done and very glaring opportunities go unexplored (like at the end of S1). Rebekah drops out pretty soon into the show. Elijah changes personality at least once every season to the point where, by the end of the show, they just retcon him completely. The finale is RIDICULOUS. Season 4 was written by someone on a wild acid trip, season 5 is really not worth your time AT ALL (except for the Klaroline moments). Female characters are very badly treated (pretty standard in the TVDverse, but anyway). Klamille is a thing, although, as with everything else, it's so badly done it's only marginally there. There are a lot of retcons and rewritings of the show's own mythology, which is annoying. And it's just... Bad. I don't know what to say, it just never lived up to the hype of what a show about the Original family could've been or what TVD had been at its peak. It's never, ever even remotely as good as TVD was around S2-3, not even at its best moments.

Those are my personal opinions, anyway. I'm sure others might feel different, but each to their own. It's really about you considering whether or not that's something you might enjoy or if it will at least be worth your time. Maybe start it and see how you feel? Worst case scenario, at least you get to see more of Klaus prancing around New Orleans.

Also, the first episode of TO is different from the backdoor pilot in TVD. That's more of a Klaus POV one, while the one in TO is more an Elijah POV.

hope my TED Talk helps you! 😂

[skyliv]

pokémon au drabble….. i’ve been having some thoughts

around 1900 words!

An Eelektross sinks its head back into the murky water of the Kalosian sewer. It wasn’t the best place to swim, but it was somewhere, and its slick green skin blended in perfectly with the algae.

It saw its target, and it had to go back and report.

Lucielle Lakes was staring dead straight at her partner Dewott. It stands between her legs, looking right up at her as she sits on the Lumiose street bench. The tree above them casts the already teal otter into a more greenish shade, and it blinks a few times, all before a smile spreads on its snout.

Lucy had blinked first, she lost the game. She a back with her own smile, beginning to laugh. “I’m sorry, buddy!” She chuckled, before helping it hop up to her side.

Dewott grabs onto the shoulder of her sweater vest, its little claws digging into the soft, flower patterned yarn. She had turned her head to rummage through her messenger bag, before pulling out what looked like a small lunch box.

She opened it, and there was Dewott’s prize! Next to a slew of berries were a few Poké Puffs, two matcha and one mocha. The chocolate one was decorated with cream and sprinkles, and Dewott almost immediately grabbed at it.

“Woah! Hey- Slow down!” Lucielle scolds, putting her hand in front of his paws. Her partner scowls, before flexing its claws as she slowly and purposely takes the puff out slowly.

The moment she placed it in his outstretched paws, the dessert was gone in seconds. She smiled, why wouldn’t she? Living in Lumiose city had its cons, but the atmosphere was far from one of those. People of all sorts were walking by, some of their Pokémon tagging along. Colorful buildings towered over the streets, bustling shops lining the floors. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool, everything was perfect.

But there was so, so much more going on. Team Flare failed their mission, Lysandre went missing, they never even properly established themselves. All due to another company rising, Alchemax. They tried to keep their name in good faith, no ideals for wiping out the world, nor irreversible climate change. Just looking into harnessing the natural powers of Pokémon, for the “betterment of humanity,” and… Something else. Something only the Kingpin and a few higher admins knew the full extent of.

An older woman stands less than a block away, her back against a tree that stands as a gateway to one of many labyrinthine alleyways. She stands out among most people, big curly brown hair tied up into a bun, a paisley patterned scarf over a two toned dress, all tied together with a crisp white lab coat. It billows behind her, its vent cut and decorated with a green satin lining. She steps forward, slithering between pedestrians in silence.

Lucielle had perked up, and turned her head when she saw the woman approach. She gave a smile, just thinking the scientist would walk past, even when Dewott flattened its ears in frustration. But she seems a bit worried when the other slows.

“Do I know you?” The older woman says mid-stride, one of her gloved hands tracing the top of the bench.

Lucy just blinked a few times and turned where she sat, as if it took her a second to process an answer. “Me? I’m not sure how anyone could recognize me,” She stammers. “I mean, I was in one of those videos with Sycamore,”

The scientist practically glares down at Lucy, one of her brows rising as her lips curl. “That’s it! Thaaat’s it,” She says, drumming her fingers on the bench before looking down to Dewott instead. The otter’s snout had shifted into a snarl, and Lucielle follows Olivia’s gaze to it. “Lucy, right?”

“Oh! Don’t mind him,” She says quickly, wrapping her arms around him as if he were just a large plush toy. “But yes, yes that’s me! Wait, you were at the lab too, right?”

“Doctor Olivia Octavius, and yes,” She answers, extending a hand to shake. Lucy takes it quickly, a sweet smile on her face.

“A doctor? It’s such a pleasure to meet you! I really wanted to say something to you last weekend, you spoke to the professor, right? Did he give me a good name?”

Olivia has to hold back a small chuckle, and her steely gaze softens as they shake hands. “Come on, the pleasure is all mine. You should’ve heard his praise. For a researcher like myself, it’s always wonderful to see an up and coming graduate.”

Olivia lets go first, and while Lucy seems reluctant, she does as well. Her eyes are locked on the other woman, her sharp features, those striking eyes framed by a large pair of glasses. She has to snap herself out of it once Olivia speaks again.

“Have you been enjoying your research? And how have you been getting by?”

Clearly, the question shocked Lucy, coming from a near stranger.. But Olivia was close to Sycamore, it wasn’t too out of the blue. “Oh! Well, I’ve got a position at a boutique on my street, and, genuinely,” She leans back a bit, “And my research? Wow, just, I could never be happier in a position. There’s something so reassuring seeing just how connected these little guys are to nature, like us connecting to them can bring us closer to, well, everything.”

The doctor nods a few times, before rounding the bench. Her gaze was soft, she’d never seen someone else with such a bright view of the world, and as Lucy pats the Dewott, she can’t help but smile. Lucielle’s partner Pokémon does not seem to appreciate the movement, as the claws of one paw tap the pale pink scallop at his hip. She frowns faintly, and pulls the little guy over her lap and to the other side.

Olivia nods down to the bench, a silent gesture of “May I?” And just as anyone would expect, Lucielle nods quickly and moves her bag. The doctor hums when she flattens her dress to sit, and she smiles at Lucy when she fixes the back of her lab coat.

She opens her mouth to speak, before her eyes widen a little, and she looks away to Prism Tower. If she wanted to do her job, to be “evil”, now was the time. As it grew, Alchemax would need more associates, and as the head scientist, Olivia felt that it was her responsibility. Yet this was the first time she ever felt conflicted. She drapes her arm over the back of the bench, her lips pursing as she thinks. Should she just go out and say it? Invite the lady to the lab, try to employ her right there? But it was odd, she wasn’t used to liking someone… Especially not this quickly, she didn’t want to be horribly blunt about her motives.

She shakes her head, almost unnoticeably, but the faint movement causes Lucy to look back and notice a few strands of violet in that bundle of hair. She crosses her legs and looks over to Lucy.

After a tense moment, Lucielle is the one to talk, her eyes on Dewott, who had been snuggling up into her arm. “Well… How’s your work?”

Olivia’s eyes widen, she was usually the interrogator. She sits up and kicks her boot a little. “It’s good, it’s all good. Not sure why you’d be wondering though.”

Lucielle shrugs. “It’s a neat place, once I get my coastal Pokédex more fleshed out, I’d like to look into working there.”

“Coastal? Why not central first? Are you a beach girl?” Olivia turns to face Lucy more, barely leaning closer to rest under the shade of the tree. She didn’t choose to pry into Lucy’s future, there was a genuine sense of wonder in her voice.

“You can say that, the first Pokémon I ever met was a Corsola… The sweetest little staghorn morph, I think I was five? Not sure, but since then I adored water types.”

Olivia nodded along, nonchalantly fiddling with her gloves. “That’s actually very nice.” She says quietly, before turning to Dewott. “And this darling? How in the world did you come across a shiny?”

Dewott perked up when he heard his name, and Olivia smiled when she saw the otter peek his head over Lucielle’s shoulder. “This little buddy? His egg was a gift from my grandparents, they helped run the daycare down by Camphrier. The original owner moved to Paldea, left a few eggs and a few hundred dollars, guess they didn’t know what was in them.”

As Lucy spoke, her partner sniffed at the air, at the faint metallic smell around Olivia. He steps forward, placing his little paws on one of Lucy’s thighs, leaning closer to the doctor like a curious kitten. Olivia reaches out her hand, barely extending a finger for the Pokémon to sniff it. Lucy laughs a little, and her smile brightens when Dewott actually climbs over her lap to get closer.

“I’m impressed you recognized him! Was it the shells?” Lucy chimes.

“Not really, just the fur,” Olivia answers calmly, before gently stroking the otter’s furry cheek. “I have a shiny partner of my own, it’s beautiful how different each individual can be.”

“You do?! How’d you find them?”

Olivia laughs along, it had been a bit since she actually talked to anyone. “I was around your age, a bit younger, but just out of general college. The lab I interned at was testing the potential of electric types as a power source, and it just so happened that one of them was just a little bit darker than the rest.”

Thankfully, Dewott was warming up to his new friend, and Lucielle tapped her leg on the pavement as she watched the two. She didn’t have anywhere to be that morning, and had no idea where the time went. Not that she was complaining.

“It’s so interesting, isn’t it?” Lucy says after a few seconds of quietly observing.

“I know I’m supposed to ask, so I’ll give you this.. What’s interesting?” Olivia snickers, her eyes narrowing a little.

“How different everyone is, everything. And we all fit in even if we think we don’t.”

The doctor blinks a few times, wiping that smug look off her face. The last thing she expected to hear was this girl spit out some philosophical nonsense, but she nodded, and played along. “And just how do we fit in?”

“We fit together, you helped me have something to do this morning, you gave Dewott those ear scratches he’d been begging for.” The otter makes a small chittering sound as Olivia shifts. “You sounded interested in me, and this was our chance to meet. I’m just glad we took it.”

The doctor brought her hand back, causing Dewott to open his eyes and sit back down on the bench, his tail swishing. “Huh…” She leans her head back, looking into the stark blue sky as her hair cascaded over her back. Although she couldn’t truly forget, her mind was off work for the first time in weeks. “That’s sweet, Lucy. You’re sweet.”

They both smiled, and when Olivia straightened back up, Lucielle responded. “Says you!”

[pockcock]

gift wrapper // jason newsted x reader 1.1

read it on ao3. content: detective!jason newsted. detective!reader. police!au. slow burn. warnings: other additional tags to be added. murder mystery. blood and gore. body horror. strangers to lovers. eventual smut. ptsd. gunshot wounds. plot armor. non-con elements. idiots in love. panic attacks. medical inaccuracies. inaccurate police procedures. thriller. mutual pining. the author has adhd.

January 31, 2011, Monday. 08:23 AM 

It was a cold but sunny Monday in Seattle.

You drove with your eyes on the lane, a song from the CD you mixed before hitting the road playing in your speakers, on your tongue, and your hands tapping out the rhythm on the wheel throughout Washington. The sun shone through the windshield, making you squint even through the lowered sun visor. You never expected Seattle to be this sunny on a cold winter day. You took your sunglasses sitting on the passenger seat and took a right turn.

You were a homicide detective, even if it was in a different state. You had concerns— everybody for the first couple of weeks, or months (maybe even years), could act like you were a rookie detective, regardless of your experience back in Boston. Even the person they were going to pair you up with. The jokes, pranks, and constant bullying were bound to happen. You hoped they weren’t as bad as the ones back in Boston.

You pulled over in front of the department, AC/DC wasn’t filling the space anymore. You looked around and listened for a while with your eyes closed. Seagulls, traffic, people, ships from a distance… So different from Boston . Everything felt almost the same, even the weather for fuck’s sake! I might as well have kept living there.

You grabbed a pack of Marlboro, a lighter from the glovebox and your jacket from the passenger seat sitting on top of a small box. You had filled it with your stuff; some files, a succulent, and a couple of pictures of your cat, thinking you might put them on your desk were they to give you one. You wore your jacket, felt the Boston PD badge sitting in your inner pocket, your gun in your hip, and put the cigarettes and the lighter in your left pocket before heading out. 

God , it was cold.

An officer escorted you down the hallway after you had introduced yourself to the front desk while unfamiliar faces observed you; some nosy, some curious, and some condescending. Not an unusual sight for a cop, especially a female one, feeling like a fish out of water really, but except this time, this wasn’t the first tank you were put in. So when you reached the lieutenant’s door, you turned around to look at them from your corner. 

It was their time to be observed.

He knocked and opened the door. “Lieutenant, it’s Detective Hunter from Boston PD.”

“Let her in.”

A pair of eyes found your figure when you walked in. Short, curly auburn hair he brushed back neatly, he had silver eyes with a blue hue. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that said Sepultura , and skinny black jeans. A big silver ring was decorating his right pinky finger and a digital watch on his left wrist. He had the demeanor of a cop yet you wondered if he was something else. Yet, you saw his gun on the right side of his hips and his unnecessarily thick back pocket. A regular wallet wouldn’t be this big without a badge. 

He was sitting with his elbows on his knees in front of a big desk with a man behind it. There were files and papers scattered on the desk that you assumed belonged to a murder. Some trophies, awards and medals behind him . The guy behind the desk gestured for you to sit on the chair in front of the desk. 

“Please sit.”

As you sat down, the curly-haired guy stood up and spoke. “Lou,” His voice was smooth, warm . He sounded shy yet so sure of himself, you wondered how he managed to speak with a tone like that. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You stay, Newsted.” Lou kept his eyes on you, Newsted sat back down. You figured you wouldn’t mind him staying here during the ‘welcome ceremony’. “Lieutenant Donovan,” he offered you his hand. “Donovan Beckett.”

“Detective Jason Newsted,” curly guy, too, offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

So, he was a detective.  

“Detective Perle Hunter,” you introduced yourself to both, shaking their hands. “Thank you for having me.”

Beckett smiled while opening one of the files in front of him. “Unusual spelling,” he spoke. You faintly saw your picture in the file. “Your resume doesn’t mention you speaking French.”

“Désolée,” you confessed with an awful accent, shaking your head. “My grandmother lived in France for eleven years. Hence the name.”

“It’s okay, we don’t need French in Seattle.” You forced a smile on his words. He leaned down toward the right side of the table, you heard a drawer opening and he rose back up with a golden badge and an ID card in his hand. “Here,” he glided them across the desk and you caught them. “You can return your previous ones to the front desk. They’ll take them to the county.”

You took the ID, it felt heavy in your hands, different. Seattle Police Dept , it said with your name, title, picture, and signature aside from other not-so-important details like the expiration date. You swiped your thumb over it before taking your wallet out to replace your Boston PD card with the new one. It felt odd. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Newsted sent a lopsided smile your way. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

You returned his smile, and put your wallet back in its place. “Thanks.”

Beckett leaned back into his chair. “Did you find a place to live already?”

You felt Newsted’s gaze on you. Now, you did mind him staying here. “Yes, sir.” You avoided his eyes and kept yours on the Lou. “I, uh, found an apartment downtown. Not so far from the station.”

“Good, good.” He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. When did you get here?”

“Saturday, sir.”

He shook a hand. “No need for formalities.” You smiled apologeticly and he continued. “I don’t wish to go hard on you after what you have been through–”

You interrupted. Maybe you could avoid the personal questions. “When can I start working on the case?” 

Rich laughs from both sides filled your ears. You forced a laugh as well.

“Eager, aren't you?” The laughs faded out and Beckett closed your file and took one of the pictures scattered around the desk. “Alright.” He showed the pictures of a woman’s head. “This is the girl we found today.”

You took the picture to inspect it further. The blonde woman had cloudy blue eyes and fair skin. Her eyes and mouth were open. Her head was sitting inside a pretty pink box next to an ID card and a slide phone. She was wrapped with a fuchsia, shiny ribbon, it was tied in a bow. Her makeup was done haphazardly, the person had no idea about what they were doing. Wrong shade of foundation, too much mascara, cheap blue eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Her long, curly hair was tied in a ponytail. 

The killer made the effort.

“Port Patrol found her this morning at dawn,” you heard Newsted’s voice. “The box was placed on a deck where the cameras have been broken for some time.”

“Patrol knew about the cameras?” you asked.

Newsted gave you an affirmative sound. “Ulrich knew a guy from Patrol and asked them to pay more attention there. Not a lot of boats on that deck.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Anyone can do anything.”

“And someone did during their shift change,” Beckett leaned forward on his elbows. “They said that the dock was fairly calm before they changed shifts. What do you think?”

“How many bodies have you found before this one?” An uncomfortable silence filled the room right as you spoke. You tore your eyes away from the picture to look at their surprised and concerned faces; brows furrowed and mouths gaped. “What?”

Beckett broke it. “We only found one .”

Newsted furrowed his brows. “Why, do you think there are other bodies?”

You looked at the lieutenant first and then Newsted. “Well,” a breathy, nervous laugh left your lips. “The pink ribbon with a bow, the box, the-the makeup,” you showed them the picture to emphasize your stuttering speech.

“Chopping her head, putting it in a box for the police to find it in a particular place at a particular time,” Newsted continued your words, turning his head towards Beckett. 

“Don’t you think it all looks so…” You were lost for words for a second. “Inconvenient and-and fancy for a one-time thing?”

Beckett remained silent. Newsted took another picture from the desk.

“Was the makeup done post-mortem?” You gave the picture back.

“We believe so but not confirmed yet. Hammett is still working on it.”

“What if it’s an ex-boyfriend situation?” Newsted asked. “Maybe he got crazy and butchered the poor girl. He could easily do this.”

“But then he wouldn't have left her phone and ID.”

He gave you the picture. “Maybe he wanted to humiliate her, or whatever. Maybe he wanted her to be known.” He then asked Beckett. “What do you think, Lou?”

Beckett didn't answer but directed his question to you. “Hunter?”

“I think this is the first of many,” you place the picture on the desk. “But Newsted could be right, we can’t be sure until we look further.”

The phone rang interrupting your speech. Lieutenant answered. “Yes?” A long pause before he finally said “Okay,” and hung up. “Ulrich needs you in the scene, Newsted.”

“What did he say?”

“They found some footprints. He wants you to take a look.” Beckett gathered the pictures and put them back in the file. “Take these,” he handed it to Newsted. “And take Hunter with you. Show her how to work a scene in Seattle.”

“Yes, Lou.” Newsted got up and pointed at the door with his head. “Let’s go.”

You rose from your chair, following your new partner’s steps. Just before you left the room, you heard Lou shouting your name. You stopped. “Yes, sir?”

He tossed your badge to you, you caught it midair. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first ever Metallica fic (and first ever multi-chapter fic in English), and I hope it won't be the last! This one will be a long, murder mystery featuring Load Era Jason 🥳🥳 I initially intended to have '86 Jason, but it didn't fit well with this fic :') I divided the first chapter into 6 after I realized 8k words would be a bit too much to read. I hope to have nailed the characterization of our boys. This was heavily inspired by the show "The Killing", I highly recommend that you watch it! A quick disclaimer: I'm not American, I have no idea how police procedures work there. I'm just an avid crime mystery show lover :') Please ignore any inaccuracies, I tried my best to research and find information. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes or anything that doesn't sound quite right. I'm not a native English speaker and I'm trying my best :') Enjoy! PS: I purposely gave the reader a name, I personally think "Y/N" looks a bit weird but if you don't like it please let me know so I can change it! Please leave constructive criticism so that I can improve! Thank you so much for reading <3

dividers by @cafekitsune

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[the--blackdahlia]

Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House) (MJF x Adam Cole)

Title: Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House)

Summary: Double or Nothing Weekend in Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Mild dub-con, implied drunk sex, language, angst with a happy ending, drinking

The lights were too bright as Adam slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t even that bright in the room, but when the alcohol was gone and just left its nasty aftertaste, everything was too bright. The room was spinning slightly as he shut his eyes, savoring the darkness and enjoying the arms wrapped around him.

What…what?

Adam’s eyes snapped back open. He looked down and, sure enough, there were a pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him close to whoever was behind him. Okay, so he had brought someone back to the room. That would explain why his ass hurt. God, Max was going to kill him for doing that. Especially if he had to go sleep somewhere else.

Glancing over at the bed across from him, he saw it was empty. Either Max had gone somewhere else when Adam brought back his date, or he had left early to get breakfast or something. All Adam knew was he wasn’t there, and he was praying that the person behind him wasn’t Roddy.

Adam was trying to figure out what to do. The arms around him were pretty strong, so he’d have to wake up whoever it was. He groaned softly, trying to figure out what he should do. His phone was right there on the nightstand. He could text Max and ask for his help getting rid of the guy. He slowly reached for his phone when something on his left hand caught his attention. 

A black and gold silicon band hugged his ring finger, right underneath the Dynamite Diamond ring.

Oh.

Oh no.

Adam slowly turned his head as far as he could to see if he could see the face of the man behind him. He could see a mop of curly hair, and he caught a whiff of very familiar cologne. A panic started to overtake Adam as he wiggled out of the arms and quickly stood up.

“Oh god…” Adam gasped. Sure enough, Max was lying there, slowly starting to wake up from Adam pulling away from him. Adam took in the sight before him. Empty bottles on the nightstand by his phone, condoms thrown off to the side, their clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed. Max was naked in the bed, and Adam had been just a moment ago.

Before Adam could stop himself, a scream spilled from his lips, jolting Max awake.

“What? What’s going on?” He asked, sitting up quickly. He and Adam stared at each other. “Uh, brochacho, why are you naked and screaming?”

“Why am I…why are you naked in my bed?!”

“Naked in your…” Max lifted the blanket that had pooled around his waist. Sure enough, not an article of clothing to be seen. He dropped the blanket and caught sight of his own left hand. A matching black and gold silicon ring to the one Adam was wearing. “What the fuck?”

“Trust me, I know!” Adam held up his hand to show Max the ring on his own. Max quickly grabbed his hand.

“Why do you have my diamond ring?” He asked.

“Fuck if I know! Just take it.” Adam slid the ring off and handed it back to Max, just leaving the silicon band.

“How much did we drink last night?” Max was taking in all the same things that Adam had. Adam grabbed a pair of underwear from his bag and slipped them on. “We just had a couple of drinks, right?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember,” Adam sighed. “I just remember Dax and Cash buying beers, and then we decided to go play mini golf with Yuta and Claudio. That was the last thing I remember.”

“Well, the aftertaste in my mouth isn’t whatever white trash beer FTR decided to buy us,” Max rubbed his eyes. “My mother is going to kill me.”

“Why?”

“I got married and didn’t even tell her. She’s going to cut my balls off.”

“...You just found out you married your tag team partner and you’re worried about your mom?!”

“I’m worried about other things too Adam!” Max looked around. “Like where the hell is the Triple B?”

“Did you lose on Collison or something?”

“Now is NOT the time to be making jokes Adam.”

Max was out of bed and tearing the room apart to find his belt. Adam went to look in the bathroom, because weirder things had happened, when he came upon a piece of paper. A marriage license. For the marriage of Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Adam Friedman.

What. The. Fuck.

Adam quickly headed into the bathroom. After not seeing the Triple B anywhere, he decided to use these moments alone to try to compose himself. He splashed some water on his face and looked in the mirror. Thankfully, no Mike Tyson tattoo and no missing teeth. And there was no tiger in the bathtub. There was just a mocking black and gold ring and a pain that proved they had been together the night before. After calming himself down, he headed back into the room to a scene that was anything but calm.

“I can’t find her!”

“Her?”

“The Triple B!” Max had torn apart their bags, their clothes all over the floor.

“Can you put some pants on and we’ll look together?” Adam asked, which got Max to stop for a second, realizing he was, in fact, still naked.

“Don’t like the view hubby?” Max asked, making Adam glare.

“Okay, fine, you can look for the belt yourself.”

“Oh come on babe, I was kidding…”

“Max, thin ice,” Adam growled. “Come on. Let’s get dressed. We’ll see if it’s at the desk.”

After getting dressed and making sure sunglasses were firmly on their heads, they headed to the front desk. Max had to be restrained when the poor desk girl said that she hadn’t seen it.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go get breakfast and we’ll figure something out,” Adam told him. “It has to be around here somewhere.”

The two found a cafe and were seated outside. Adam was not paying attention as Max ordered them mimosas for their drinks. He was too busy looking at the menu and staring at the ring on his finger.

“I really thought after last night, more alcohol would be the last thing you’d want,” Yuta said as he and Claudio took their seats at the table next to Adam and Max. Adam was frozen mid-sip, realizing the orange juice wasn’t exactly orange.

“How much did we drink?” Adam asked, setting the glass down.

“I don’t know about afterward, but with us, shots flowed like water,” Claudio chuckled. “We might have had a little drinking game going.”

****

The Day Before

“You miss, you take a shot?” Yuta suggested.

“We’ll all be too drunk to make a shot,” Adam told him.

“Okay, well what do you have in mind, Bay Bay?”

“Someone makes a hold in one, everyone takes a shot?” Max suggested. He missed the wicked look on Claudio’s face.

“Excellent,” He chuckled. “Let’s get to it.”

By the 10th hole, Max and Adam were starting to feel buzzed. No one bothered to tell them that on top of everything else that the superhuman known as Claudio was good at, mini-golf was on the list. And Yuta had gotten a few too, meaning that Max and Adam were several shots down at this point.

“That was fun!” Yuta laughed, slightly buzzed at the end of the course.

“Fun for you guys maybe,” Adam grumbled.

“Oh come on, at least we didn’t make you do karaoke or something,” Yuta slapped his shoulder. “Maybe you two should go get some dinner.”

“Not going with us?” Max asked.

“We have some things to attend to,” Claudio explained before walking off with Yuta, leaving Max and Adam to their own devices.

****

Present Day

“What happened after that?” Adam asked. Yuta shrugged.

“You guys went off to get dinner and we went to use our room’s jacuzzi.”

“You’re not very helpful, you know that?” Max snapped.

“You’ll have to excuse Max. He lost something very important,” Adam explained, trying to keep the peace. Lord knows he didn’t want Yuta to run and tell Mox that he needed to fight Max.

“His championship?” Claudio looked Max over. “I know that by the 12th hole, you were letting people take pictures with it.”

“I let poors touch the Triple B?!” Max asked, absolutely horrified. To the point Yuta, Adam, and Claudio all started laughing. “Did one of these, these western, desert-dwelling, Fallout wannabes take it?” Adam looked at Max. Did he make a video game reference? To a game that Adam had off-handedly said he was going to play on the plane?

“No, you did have it when we left you,” Claudio told him. Max breathed a sigh of relief, but that was quickly replaced with more worry at where the hell his belt was.

The rest of the breakfast was pretty uneventful. Yuta and Claudio made small talk, and for the most part, Adam and Max did their best to keep it up. It felt like just two couples having brunch. Nothing more. After the pancakes were eaten and the mimosas drank, Max and Adam headed back out to see if they could find the belt.

“Well, at least we know that you didn’t let some random mini-golfer walk off with it,” Adam shrugged. “I just wish we knew more about what we did last night, so we could retrace our steps.”

“We got lucky with Swiss and Yoots. What’s the likelihood that our next piece will fall right into our laps?”

“Hey! What rhymes with homewrecker?” Someone called from the right of them. Max and Adam looked to see Anthony and Max Caster sitting in the shade of some trees, notebook laid open in front of Caster. “Adam should know all about that.”

“Excuse me?” Adam asked, walking towards the Acclaimed.

“After what you did last night? To me?” Caster laid a hand over his heart, and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“He’s just being a little overdramatic because of what happened last night,” Anthony explained. Max and Adam glanced at each other.

“What…happened?” Max asked. Caster glared at him.

“Your little “engagement” at dinner? Remember?”

****

The Night Before

“This place looks nice and sobering,” Adam told Max as they approached the restaurant. Of all places to pick, they were going to Margaritaville. Max had seen a sandwich board with drinks on it, and he wanted to try the pretty blue one. 

“What are you two doing here?” Anthony asked as Max and Adam were seated at a table near them, appetizer and drink orders placed. It was obvious they were having a good time thanks to liquid courage.

“Food. Gotta sober up,” Adam told him. Their brightly colored drinks were settled in front of them along with a large plate of volcano nachos. 

“Yeah, those drinks are not going to sober you up,” Caster laughed.

“I dunno, I’m feeling pretty good,” Max smirked over at the Acclaimed. “Where’s your daddy?”

“Austin and Colton have visitation this weekend. He’ll be back in our custody tomorrow night,” Anthony munched on a stick of celery from the wings that were between the two.

After some banter and burgers between the two tag teams, Max’s eyes fell on a beautiful chocolate lava cake that was being brought over to a table not too awfully far from theirs. He looked at Adam then with a wicked smile.

“Want a lava cake?” He asked.

“Always!”

“Then play along, okay?” Max slipped his diamond ring off his finger and knelt on the ground. “Adam, I know we didn’t always like each other, but these last few months together have meant more to me than you can ever imagine. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Adam, in his drunken mind, found himself giddy at the thought of marrying Max. He had a big smile on his face as he nodded.

“Yes!” Adam smiled at Max. People around then clapped and cheered. Even Anthony, until Caster stamped on his foot then booed.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Caster grumbled.

“Not anymore man. He’s Adam’s,” Anthony laughed.

Not long after, the staff brought a cake out for Adam and Max to enjoy, and a couple bought them some more drinks.

The two stumbled out of the restaurant later, full of alcohol and high on each other, holding hands as they left and not letting go as they headed down the strip and out of view of the Acclaimed.

****

Present Day

“Explains how I got your ring,” Adam shrugged. “Doesn’t explain these though.” Caster noticed the silicon bands then and his eyes widened.

“You got married?!”

“Run!” Max quickly took off running, leaving Adam standing there.

“Uh, great seeing you guys!” Adam said before quickly following Max. “Max, why didn’t you ask them about your belt?”

“And give them more material to use in a rap? I don’t think so.”

Adam didn’t really say much more as he and Max continued to try to retrace their steps. They headed to the restaurant from the night before, getting warm smiles from the staff that had been present for their engagement. But they didn’t have the belt.

“You put it on him before you left,” The girl told Max. “Said it made his eyes pretty.”

“I…” Max and Adam both blushed.

“Did you see where we went when we left?” Adam asked, taking over the conversation.

“I think you headed over towards the strip?”

“Thanks for your help,” Adam signed before he and Max headed back out. They were about a block from the strip, and with no idea what happened after they left Margaritaville, their leads had come to an end. “Max, we need to talk about the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“You know, the marriage thing,” Adam held up his hand. “I know you don’t want this. I don’t want this. So after we find the Triple B, let’s head over to the Clark County Courthouse and get an annulment.”

“Oh…” Max looked more defeated than he had just a few minutes ago, and it absolutely broke Adam’s heart.

“I mean, you don’t really want to be married to me, do you?” Adam asked. Max was quiet for a second.

“Let’s just go find my damn belt,” He mumbled. He didn’t say much, but it gave Adam all the answers he needed. They weren’t supposed to be in love. They were friends and that was it. But maybe there were more feelings behind a lava cake engagement and a chapel wedding than Adam thought. For both of them.

They had just stepped onto the strip when a voice started calling their names.

“Adam! Max!” RJ called. “There you are! Finally!”

“RJ? What’s up?” Adam asked, turning towards him. RJ held out the belt then.

“Thing is a lot heavier than it looks,” He laughed. “I had to stop Charlie from just taking it.”

“You had my baby?!” Max took the belt and hugged it against him.

“You gave it to me last night over at Venus Garden, and then we’re too busy trying not to undress each other to pick it up.”

“Venus Garden? Is that a strip club or something?”

“No. The Chapel at Ceasers. You guys dragged me, Charlie, Trent, and Chuck there as witnesses.”

****

The Night Before

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Adam was giggling as Max led him towards the chapel. “Wait!”

“What?”

“We’re not dressed for the occasion!” Adam told him. “And we don’t have witnesses!”

“Hey, there’s some losers over there. Let’s get them,” Max held Adam’s hand as they headed over to Chuck, Trent, RJ, and Charlie, who had just left their own dinner and were going to film some BTE skits for Brandon while Nick and Matt were blowing their money in a casino or a shoe store. 

“Hey fives,” Max greeted as he and Adam approached the group. “Us tens need witnesses.”

“For an alibi?” RJ asked.

“We’re getting married!” Adam giggled, showing his hand with the diamond ring on it.

“Fuck,” Trent slapped a twenty in Chuck’s hand. “I didn’t think they’d go through with it.”

“Are you coming or not?” Max huffed. The four looked at each other before following the couple back to the chapel. They were in complete shock at how loving Adam and Max were being with each other. Adam kissing Max’s cheek, Max holding onto Adam. It was like they had all stepped into the Twilight Zone.

“What names are we putting on here? Adam and Max Cole?” Adam asked, making Chuck laugh. “What?”

“Max Cole sounds like a porn star,” He was trying so hard to not laugh harder.

“You know, Adam Friedman doesn’t sound half bad,” Adam shrugged.

“I totally agree,” Max nodded.

They somehow managed to fill out the paperwork and picked out the rings. Since they were athletes, the lovely woman at the desk suggested silicon rings. She got those ready while everything was set up for the actual ceremony.

“We picked the wrestling package,” Adam told the gius. “It’s going to be awesome!”

That’s how the four were set in pews, watching as someone dressed as Macho Man Randy Savage performed a ceremony for Max and Adam.

“I now pronounce you Mr. Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Mr. Adam Friedman. You may kiss each other.”

Max was so gentle as he cupped the back of Adam’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was so cute, sweeter than anything any of them had seen in a movie recently. To the point that Chuck even had to wipe his eyes.

“You okay man?” Trent asked.

“I love weddings,” Chuck smiled as Trent rolled his eyes.

After making sure the witnesses signed a form saying, yes, the wedding was valid, Max took hold of Adam’s hand and dragged him out of the chapel and down the strip.

“Hey! Wait! You forgot your…” RJ called after them, but they were in a rush to start their wedding night. “Well, guess I’m AEW Champion for the night.”

“Schiavone is more of a champion than you,” Charlie mumbled, making Trent and Chuck burst out laughing.

“Should I go take it to them?”

“Only if you want to see some things that you won’t be able to unsee,” Trent shrugged. “I gotta go find Hunk now.” He and Chuck left then. RJ just tossed the belt onto his shoulder and headed back to his hotel.

****

Present Day

“Macho Man? We got married by Macho Man?” Max asked.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just Jay Lethal?” Adam asked. RJ shook his head.

“Nope. It was an actual ordained person dressed as Macho Man. And we all signed the marriage stuff. You are 100% married.”

“Yeah, and we’ll soon be 100% divorced,” Max whispered. The pain in his voice stabbed Adam straight in the heart. “Well, we got the belt. Let’s go find the courthouse.”

“Sex that bad?” RJ asked, making Max glare at him. “Okay, I’m shutting up. Have fun!” Max stormed off, Adam not far behind.

“Max, wait,” Adam reached out, but Max pulled away. “What is wrong? We got your belt back. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I don’t want to be divorced at 27!” Max yelled. “You ever think that maybe there was some truth behind this besides being drunk and wanting a lava cake? Why do you think I insisted on sharing hotel rooms with you? Not because I can’t afford them. Or why I bought a fucking, what are they called, Steam Deck? And a Nintendo Switch? And like, I watch your Twitch streams and watch video playthroughs of absolutely shitty people playing really dumb but really pretty Japanese games? Because I fucking love you, okay?!”

“You…you love me?” Adam asked.

“Let’s just go find this fucking courthouse and get this over with. We have shit to do tonight and I don’t want to have this hanging over my head when I’m beating Joe’s ass.” Max pulled out his phone to call for an Uber.

Adam tried to talk to him in the Uber, but anything he said didn’t seem like it would be good enough. Adam wanted to tell Max that he had researched different Jewish customs, that he had taken up listening to the music Max recommended and had even turned it into a playlist that he’d listen to. Or that he always got excited when he’d see Max’s name show up on his Twitch stream and had to fight the urge to call him and get him to collaborate on a video.

Oh shit.

He was in love with Max too.

“Here we are,” The Uber driver stopped in front of the courthouse. Max and Adam climbed out, Adam thanking the driver. Max was already walking into the courthouse and searching out the self-service area.

“Max, wait,” Adam said, but Max shook his head.

“Let’s go sit out on the picnic table and look through this,” Max said. “I’m not too sure about the rules.” Adam followed Max back outside with the paperwork. Max tossed the papers onto the picnic table and sat down, staring at everything.

“Max…” Adam took the papers from him, making the younger man look up at him. “Maybe I was too harsh too fast. Maybe…maybe we could give this marriage thing a try?” He took the paperwork and ripped it in half, making Max’s eyes widen. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I’d like that,” Max smiled at him. Adam leaned across the table and kissed Max, smiles on both of their faces. “You made me waste $25 getting an Uber here.”

“Well, gave me time to think.” Adam laughed.

“Wanna go back to the hotel until we have to go to the area?” Max asked.

“I’d love nothing more.”

****

6 Months Later

Word had spread quickly about Max and Adam’s marriage, especially after Roddy saw them kissing backstage and ran off. Things seemed to be going great, they went on dates, they traveled together, Adam was learning more about Max’s heritage, and Max was finding that Adam’s nerdy hobbies really weren’t that nerdy after all.

And then Max’s mom invited them to Long Island. Max had been nervous leading up to the trip, but Adam couldn’t figure out why. She had taken it very well considering her son had gotten married at a chapel in Vegas to his tag team partner.

“Max, I’ve met your parents several times. I don’t understand why you’re so nervous.”

“It just feels different this time…” Max shrugged.

They arrived at Max’s parent's house in time for dinner. Adam was shocked as he walked in and saw his mom talking with Max’s mom. The dads were in the man cave, sharing a beer. And before too long, they were all gathered around the dining room table for an amazing dinner. Adam noticed that Max was fidgety more than normal. 

“Everything okay?” Adam whispered under the cover of conversation.

“Everything’s great!” Max smiled at him. Adam nodded, not 100% sold, but he didn’t want to push too much.

A little bit later, Max stood up. His mom had a knowing smile on her face as he cleared his throat.

“I want to thank you all for getting here,” Max started, turning to look at Adam. “I know that we’re already married, and everything didn’t exactly go the way either of us really planned. I want to do this right. Now over a free lava cake with Cheeseburger in Paradise playing in the background.” Max knelt in front of Adam, holding up a ring box. “Adam Cole, will you do me the honors of properly marrying me?” Adam smiled, nodding.

“Yes Max, I will.”

[rocknrollbabe14]

Light of My Life (Dad!Joseph x Reader)

Rating: 18+ just for mentions of adult feelings.

Warnings: Mostly all fluff except for a tiny bit of lust.

@josephs-quinns

“Amelia, are you packing?”, you leaned in the doorway of your daughter’s room, holding her baby brother. 

Amelia was grabbing her hamburger Squishmallow, trying to stuff it and her penguin from the zoo into her suitcase. You had packed all of her outfits. Joseph was going to be doing the Stranger Con in Germany for a couple of days. He had somehow convinced you and the kids to go with him. Arthur was asleep, still sleeping several hours a day. He was three months old, right on track for his age. You kissed his head, smirking at your daughter.

“Mommy, it won’t fit.”, she huffed, her curls bouncing as she tried to sit on it and everything else. 

You chuckled easily. “Let daddy help you.”

Joseph heard you. “Help with what, love?”

He was on cloud nine since you agreed to accompany him to this convention. You were nervous about how the kids would do. Arthur was becoming more alert, able to start holding his head up more. He would keep his eyes open more. His brown eyes matched Amelia and Joseph perfectly. You kissed his head. He was starting to get a little more hair. You had adorable children.

“Daddy.”, Amelia huffed, pouting as she took a seat on her bed and crossing her arms. 

Joe smirked, chuckling. “What baby girl? What’s wrong?”

“Daddy, they won’t fit.”

“What won’t fit?”, Joe laughed as he came over to her suitcase.

“My hamburger and penguin.”

Joe nodded, taking them both out of the suitcase. He began trying to rearrange a few things so she could fit her beloved stuffed animals. Your all’s flight left early in the morning. You all wanted to settle in with the kids before the first day of the convention. Joseph finally situated everything carefully before placing her hamburger and penguin into her suitcase. 

“There, princess.”, he smiled as he zipped her suitcase, giving her a kiss on the head. 

She smiled up at him. “Thanks, daddy.”

Instead of cooking this evening, you all decided to order pizza and have it delivered. The doorbell rang, indicating your food was here.

“I’ll get it, baby.”, Joe kissed you, rushing down the stairs. 

“Let’s go eat, baby. We gotta go to bed early tonight.”, you reminded Amelia.

She took off, bouncing down the steps. You followed her, Arthur beginning to squirm in your arms. It was about time for him to wake up and eat. You sat down at the table beside Amelia. Arthur began to fuss and you knew you’d have to eat and feed him, a task you had mastered. You went ahead and let him start eating as Joe brought the pizza in the kitchen. He got it out and served everyone, even grabbing drinks. You all had a pleasant dinner, talking about how exciting tomorrow would be. 

You all finished dinner and Joe cleaned up the table. You got Amelia in the bathtub.

“So I get to go with daddy?”

You nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Yay.”

“But you have to be on your best behavior, daddy’s working this weekend, okay?”

“Okay, mommy.”

You smiled at her softly. You were curious to see how things would pan out. Joe was going to be busy taking pictures with fans, doing his panels, and signing autographs. She hated to be away from her daddy and the thought made you nervous. You finished helping Amelia with her bath, getting her out, and wrapping her in a towel, one for her curly hair and one for her. 

She was shivering. 

“Are you cold, baby?”, you eyed her.

She nodded. 

“Let’s dry off and get your pajamas on.”, you helped her, bending down and drying her off before handing her the pajamas. 

She was able to mostly get dressed herself but you wanted to help her. You rubbed her hair in her towel, trying to help dry it. You brushed it out carefully, noticing she wasn’t exactly happy that you were doing it. She preferred her daddy. But he was busy finishing packing for you and the baby. You never blow dryer her hair, this would make her curls worse and unattainable. Amelia made noises as if you were killing her, but you knew you weren’t.

You sighed. “Amelia, does it really hurt that bad?"

“Yes, I want daddy.”

“Daddy’s busy, honey.”

She began to try and cry. You were feeling a little out of sorts.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get daddy.”, you sighed, laying her comb down. “Babe!”

He came running into the bathroom. “What love? Is everything okay?”

“Please brush your daughter’s hair.”, you handed him the brush and he could tell you were slightly frustrated.

“Okay, baby. Just go get ready for bed. I’ll be there soon, I love you.”

“I love you.”

He kissed your cheek before you left the room, trying to take a breather and recover. He immediately began brushing her hair and telling her not to cry. It was hard that Amelia seemed to be more attached to Joe. You tried not to beat yourself up or take it personally, but it was hard. You gave birth to her. You went and sat down on the bed, eyeing your baby boy fast asleep in his bassinet. Your and Joe’s suitcases were packed near the closet, a small one for Arthur’s clothes. 

After thirty minutes, Joe came back into the bedroom to tell you he was finished brushing Amelia’s hair and she was ready to go to bed. You both went and kissed her goodnight. You sighed as you walked back into the bedroom, Joseph closing the door behind you both. 

“Wanna have another baby?”, he asked, jokingly trying to lighten the mood. 

“Not really.”, you sighed. 

He saw you weren’t exactly in a laughing mood. “I’m sorry, love. She’s just getting to that age.”

“She’s four.”

“I know, love. But it’s okay she wants me to brush her hair.”

You turned to view him, tears coming from your eyes. His face changed to concern and empathy before you finally mustered up the courage to finish. “Yes, but you’re not always gonna be home.”

He nodded carefully, eyeing the floor before looking back up at you. “I know, love. But she’ll always need her mommy, even more so when I’m not home. She’s just fussy tonight.”

You sat down on the edge of the bed. “I think she loves you more.”

Joseph laughed easily, gaining a look from you. “Love, I don’t think that’s true.”

He knew she was a daddy’s girl and she seemed to be attached at the hip. You had grown to accept it. Joe could get her to stop crying when no one else could (other than when you breastfed her). He would rock her to sleep, humming nursery rhymes or “And I Love Her” by the Beatles. Amelia went right off to sleep, the soothing sound of her daddy’s voice comforting her. She had heard it enough when you were pregnant with her. Joe would always rub your belly and talk to her, telling her how much he loved the baby (seeing as you kept the gender a surprise until she was born) and how he couldn’t wait to hold it in his arms. It was adorable, you had to admit. 

You knew you had to give Arthur a lot of attention, especially breastfeeding him. He needed you. It was hard being a mom of two. But you loved your kids with everything in you and wanted them to have the best life possible. 

“I feel like I neglect her.”, you fiddled with your wedding band.

Joe sighed before a smile spread across his lips, sitting down beside you. “Love, that’s definitely not true.”

You let him take you in his arms, rubbing up and down your back. You tried to chalk this up to just stress. 

“You promise?”

“I promise, baby. Now, let’s cuddle and go to sleep. We have an early flight to catch in the morning.”, Joe kissed your head, wrestling you down into the bed, causing you to laugh almost immediately. 

You stared into his brown eyes, both of you finally laughing. He always knew the right thing to say and how to lighten your mood and lift your spirits. Joe pulled the covers up and over you both before kissing you softly and tenderly, you both exchanging goodnights. Arthur didn’t wake you all up very much through the night. Joe took turns with you breastfeeding and feeding him from a bottle. It made your life a lot easier when he helped out. 

The beep of your alarm clock came all too early as Joe leaned up, slamming the snooze button.

“Babe, it’s six.”, he sighed, yawning. 

“Okay, just a minute.”, you mumbled into your pillow, gripping it tighter. 

“No, baby. We gotta get going.”, he yawned, gently kissing you on the cheek. 

You groaned, pulling the covers further up over you. “Do we have to, babe?”

“No, but I really want my wife and kids there.”, he chuckled softly. 

You sighed, finally pushing the covers back after contemplating your life choices briefly. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and taking a look at your baby boy before standing up and stretching. It was overwhelming to think how much you had to bring for both of you and the kids. Joe slid his jeans, white t-shirt, and blue button-up on. He slid a baseball cap on his head. 

However, you were moving a little slower, jumping into your jeans. Finally, almost completely and comfortably fitting into your pre-baby jeggings. You slid a soft white sweater on before spraying your favorite perfume on. 

“I’m gonna go wake up Amelia.”, you breathed before you both shared a kiss. 

“Alright, love. I’m gonna go ahead and take some stuff to the car.”

You opened Amelia’s door with a soft creak. She was still sleeping away, cuddling up to her octopus Squishmallow, Mr. Octo as she had named him. Her curly hair was sprawled out on the pillow behind her. You took soft steps to her bed, before sitting on the edge, gently shaking her. 

“Amelia, it’s time to wake up.”

She groaned, shaking her head before covering herself up further. “No.”, she mumbled.

“Do you want to go with daddy? We have to catch the plane soon.”, you tried to coerce her. 

No response. 

You sighed, beginning to uncover her. She hated that the most. It was always your last resort. Amelia made a disgusted face, trying to pull her cover and comforter back up on her. You bit back a giggle, she didn’t like mornings—just like you. Joseph, however, was the opposite. He didn’t seem to have too hard of a time waking up. Well, every now and then he did due to pure exhaustion from having two kids. 

“Amelia, please, wake up. You don’t want to miss your plane and opportunity to go with daddy.”

She rubbed her face, sighing. “Fine.”

She sat up, her curly hair was slightly wild. She wore a pouty, grumpy expression on her face. 

“Let’s get dressed. Mommy and daddy are dressed, and after we feed Arthur, we’re going to the airport.”

She begrudgingly allowed you to help her get dressed, still pouting the entire time. She let you dampen her curls to get them to cooperate. You could hear Joe shuffling around downstairs. Amelia grabbed her octopus, ready to leave. Arthur woke up shortly after, hungry and needing a clean diaper. You were feeding him on the couch, fighting to keep your eyes open every now and then. It was peaceful to feed Arthur, now that he wasn’t so demanding. Joseph easily touched your shoulder before kissing you to wake you back up.

You grew increasingly nervous as you all approached the airport, wondering how Arthur would do with his first flight as well as Amelia. She seemed excited, allowing Joe to hold her hand. It was a long process to board the plane. You were relieved when you were able to finally settle into the seat with Arthur in your arms, sleeping like a rock. Amelia was in the middle between you and Joseph. She was busy talking to her daddy, asking him a thousand questions.

“Daddy?”, she pulled at his jacket.

“Yes, princess?”

“How long is the flight?”

“Around two hours.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Where are we going?”

“Germany.”, he laughed.

Joe never grew aggravated or annoyed with his daughter’s questions. She was getting to the age where she was increasingly curious. You looked out the window before giving Arthur a kiss on the head. You secretly wondered how the kids would handle the convention, considering Amelia hated to be separated from her daddy. Arthur was fussy at times and still breastfeeding. It was hard being a mom sometimes, but Joe made things so much easier.

Amelia was a little anxious as the plane took off, clinging to her daddy for dear life. He hugged her tighter before kissing her head, reassuring her. She gripped her stuffed animal, Mr. Octo tighter. Her beloved Squishmallow, Mr. Octo had been with Amelia for a long time. When Amelia was very small, she used to dislike baths. She cried almost every time Joe carried her into the bathroom. One day while you all were shopping with her, she eyed a little stuffed octopus. He was light green with a small top hat, a mustache, and a monocle. Joe eyed you before getting him off the shelf. 

Amelia began to smile, reaching for him. You smiled at Joe as he kneeled down to his daughter’s level. 

“Do you like him, baby?”, Joe asked her.

Amelia was under a year old. She nodded, clapping her hands. 

“Do you want him?”, Joe asked again. 

She nodded this time with more energy and excitement. 

You rolled your eyes at Joe playfully. “Babe, you’re gonna spoil her.”

“She’s my baby girl. My only baby. For now, anyway.”, he smirked back at you. 

You smiled easily. You and Joe had talked about expanding your family further once Amelia got a little older. The idea was when she was two to start trying again, imagining it would take a few times to get pregnant. Being a mom to two kids made you a little nervous, but you knew Joe was an amazing father. You had no clue you’d experience a miscarriage before getting your rainbow baby, Arthur. It had been a wild ride, looking back.

Once you all had got home, you prepared Amelia for her dreaded bath again. You dreaded trying to bathe her. You picked her up, preparing to take her to the bathroom. She instantly began to flip out, beginning to cry and instantly causing you to inhale sharply and close your eyes.

“No, no.”, she began to shake her head, beginning to cry harder.

“Baby, we have to take a bath.”, you sighed, beginning to run her water.

She was trying to practically climb your shoulders, her cries becoming more shrill. Joe must have heard this from downstairs. It was just a matter of seconds before he burst through the door with her stuffed octopus, which he had named Mr. Octo. 

“Amelia, look who daddy has.”, he sing-songed to her. 

Her cries softened slightly. 

“It’s Mr. Octo.”, he made a face at her, causing her to laugh as he made her stuffed octopus dance. 

She sniffled as she attempted to laugh at her daddy, still unsure of her emotions. She was in the middle. Joe came over to her, getting Mr. Octo closer to her. 

“Mr. Octo loves water. He’s not scared.”, Joe took his hand, making one of his stuffed tentacles move. 

She giggled slightly, a sign he was getting somewhere with her. Joe always seemed to have the right thing to say or do for her. She finally let you all put her in the bathtub. Joe kneeled down, leaning on the edge of the bathtub. He still had Mr. Octo. 

“I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.”, Joe began to sing softly, making Mr. Octo dance on the edge of the bathtub. 

Amelia began to giggle, smiling wide. 

Joe continued to sing, making Mr. Octo dance. “He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been in his octopus’s garden in the shade.”

Amelia giggled, making the water splash. From then on out, he always used Mr. Octo at bath time. It was a fond memory of yours.

Amelia loosened up as the flight continued. She talked her daddy’s ear off the entire time, asking him many questions about what the weekend would entail. You held your chuckles back as he peacefully and patiently answered them. Soon, you all landed and were ready to settle into the hotel. You had two suitcases, Arthur’s pack-n-play, and two carry-ons. Amelia was gonna sleep with you and Joe, Arthur in his pack-n-play. It was hard traveling with two kids.

“Daddy, I’m sleepy.”, Amelia rubbed her eyes. “Mr. Octo is too.”

“Okay, baby. You can take a nap when we get to the hotel.”, he kissed her. 

You all got your luggage, Joe carrying most of everything. You offered to help him but he insisted you just carry Arthur. Amelia looked at all the people, seeming slightly intimidated by all the tall adults passing by her. Joe held her hand amongst holding everything else. You all had rented a car, loaded everything inside, and put Arthur’s carrier in. Luckily, they had the option for a car seat for Amelia.

You and Joe were both seemingly exhausted when you both arrived at the hotel, finally checking in with the kids. Joe finally sat everything down, Amelia slid her shoes off and climbed into bed with Mr. Octo. You chuckled easily, Arthur beginning to wake up. 

“Mommy, cover me up.”, she yawned. 

“Okay, get under the covers.”, you smirked, holding her brother before you kissed her head. 

She did, immediately closing her eyes and cuddling up to Mr. Octo. Joe kissed her head. Arthur was awake as you sat down on the couch, chasing his diaper before starting to feed him. Joe had got you all a suite, making it a little more like home. Joe sat down beside you, beginning to search on his cell phone. 

“What do you all want to eat tonight?”, he eyed you. 

“Doesn’t matter, as long as Amelia eats well.”, you patted Arthur, looking down and noticing his brown eyes were open.

You gently began rocking him, kissing his head. Joe could tell you felt a little hesitant about everything and understandably so. He knew you were worried about the kids more than anything and he shared your concerns. But he was so happy to have you all with him, he didn’t feel so lonely missing you and the kids. He didn’t have to think about cuddling you while cuddling up to an extra pillow, missing hearing you tell him goodnight and that you loved him. He didn’t have to miss tucking Amelia in, and kissing her head. 

You all let Amelia have an hour and a half nap, occupying your time by playing with Arthur, causing him to smile at his daddy. Joe held him, making sure to still cradle his head, making faces at him.

“Do you love daddy?”, he asked with an exaggerated smirk, causing Arthur to smile.

Arthur was gaining more muscle control, fighting to hold himself up. You smiled, remembering how this seemed so out of reach. In a month, it would be the anniversary of you testing positive right near Christmas. You and Joe hadn’t exactly agreed yet on how to proceed to prevent any more babies, right now you were using condoms and that seemed to be doing well. Joe had offered to get a vasectomy, preventing you from having to have surgery to have your tubes tied. He preferred that you not have to go under the knife if you didn’t have to. You all were unsure on the one hand if you were done having babies, but on the other hand, the two you had now exhausted you both, and part of you all felt complete to have a son and a daughter.

Amelia seemed a little refreshed when Joe kissed her to wake her up. You all decided to go out to dinner, walking to the restaurant and taking in some sights of Germany as Amelia had never been here, nor had you. 

“Amelia, let’s put your coat on, it’s cold outside.”

“Fine.”, she crossed her arms, pouting. 

Her daddy fought to hold his laughter back. “I see what you mean now.”

“What? That she looks like you?”, you laughed.

Joe held Arthur while you helped Amelia put her coat on. Arthur was in a thicker onesie, almost sweatsuit material with a toboggan on, along with his small hoodie. 

“News flash, babe. She looks like she was dug out of your butt.”, you sighed, finally zipping her coat up, causing Joe to laugh even hard from your lack of humor. 

He had never heard that expression, causing him to laugh further. You all went to dinner, walking the streets of Germany. Germany was an hour ahead of London, causing you all to feel a little off. You remember your move from America to London, it took a lot of adjusting. You stayed exhausted for a week, Joe letting you take naps very often. A few people seemed to recognize Joe. You had the baby in the sling, tucked close to you. Amelia hid behind her daddy, becoming a little shy. It was starting. How would she do with tomorrow?

“Daddy, who are they?”

“Well, remember how we talked about daddy’s job? How he’s on television?”

She nodded.

“That’s how they know me. They see me on television and know who I am out in public. They’re just fans of daddy’s, that’s all.”, he bent down before he kissed her. 

She nodded cautiously. 

Amelia had never seen her daddy dressed up as Eddie Munson from Stranger Things. You thought it would be humorous to see her reaction tomorrow. You were hesitant to let her watch Stranger Things just because you didn’t want her to be afraid. She loved Jamie outside of Stranger Things but imagined Vecna would scare her. But after tomorrow, she’d probably beg to see it. Dinner was peaceful and no one came over to Joe, disturbing him during his dinner. You were thankful for that, you wanted the kids to have as normal of an experience as possible. 

You all got back to the hotel, immediately preparing for bed. The doors would open at eight, and you all had to be there at seven-thirty. Arthur was asleep in his pack-n-play as you dug through your suitcase, trying to decide on what to wear. Your plan was to remain in the background, not to draw a lot of attention to you or the kids. You decided on an oversized sweater dress with your boots. Joe assured you that you’d look beautiful in whatever you wore. You and Amelia took a quick shower together, helping her wash her hair. You knew it would be faster since she was becoming tired and cranky. You wrapped a towel around your body and threw one in your hair as you wrapped her up in one, carrying her out of the bathroom.

Joe eyed you both, looking you up and down. You knew what he was thinking. You’d thought about it too. It would be absolutely impossible while sleeping with Amelia. You both knew that. You all would have to make up for lost time when you arrived back home. Joe kissed you quickly before taking off to the bathroom. 

“Mommy, I’m sleepy.”, she rubbed her eyes, trying to break down and cry.

“I know, baby. Mommy’s trying to get you ready for bed.”, you sighed, grabbing her pajamas from her suitcase. 

You helped finish drying her off, helping her slide her pajamas on. Her hair was wet but you wouldn’t dry it. Not with a hairdryer, it would be a huge mistake. Her curls would be all over the place. Your hair wasn’t curly at all, so you knew she definitely didn’t take that back after you. You tried to dry as much of the excess water as possible while you waited for Joe to get out of the shower. Amelia even was cooperative and let you put her hair products in her hair and comb it slightly. She was trying not to cry, but you’d hear a small one every now and then.

“Mommy.”, she let out a sob. 

“Okay, baby. We’re done. Let daddy at least tell you goodnight.”

You had taken your hair down and got a nightgown on. You were all around the room, trying to gather Arthur’s sleeper and diapers. You lifted him out of the pack-n-play, placing a small kiss on his head before changing him without him hardly waking up. It was a skill you had mastered between two kids. 

“Tell your baby brother goodnight.”, you eyed Amelia as she scooted across the bed, leaning down and placing a small kiss on her brother’s head.

“Goodnight Arthur. Love you.”, she sniffled.

Joe came out of the bathroom, steam following him in his pajama pants. He came over to you all quickly, giving Arthur a small kiss before you laid him back down. He’d be waking up in a couple of hours to eat, so you were ready for bed too. 

“Daddy.”, she whined, reaching for Joe.

He took her in his arms. “Ready for bed, princess?”

She nodded pitifully, rubbing her eyes again. Joe got in bed, placing Amelia in the middle of you both. You got in bed, Arthur on your side of the bed so you’d be able to get him without waking everyone else up—maybe. You cut the lamp off, leaving the room in total darkness except for the small glare of the moon in between the curtains. 

“Goodnight Amelia, mommy loves you.”, you kissed her.

“Love you, mommy.”

“Goodnight, princess, daddy loves you.”, Joe leaned over and kissed her. 

“Love you, daddy.”

You and Joe leaned up, sharing a kiss before laying back down. Joe wrapped his arms as far as he could, barely hitting your hips but it was comforting to have both of his girls beside him. He felt complete. You cuddled into him and Amelia, drifting off to sleep quickly, hearing Joe snore slightly as you were dozing off. You awoke to the sound of Arthur crying and fussing. You leaned up, stretching. You looked back at Amelia and Joe. She was cuddled up so close to her daddy, there was no way she could get any closer. Her head was on his chest. 

He held her in his arms protectively, causing you to smile. But this also caused that burning, aching feeling to return to your stomach. You tried your best to ignore it as you began to feed Arthur, reminding yourself that two was enough. Joe barely stirred, you were sure he was exhausted and you were doing your best not to wake him up or he’d be up with you half the night. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow. You didn’t want him to be exhausted while meeting his fans, the reason he was famous. Arthur’s eyes began closing again, his sucking beginning to slow down. 

You took your hand, brushing through his hair. You knew in the blink of an eye, he would be Amelia’s age. It was like yesterday that you held Amelia in your arms, feeding her. Now, she was cuddled up to her daddy. You laid Arthur down, finally sinking back into bed, covering up. Closing your eyes, you drifted back off. The sound of the alarm clock went off, jarring both you and Amelia awake. Joe sat up, easily silencing it. You did the same, sighing. 

“Good morning, love.”, Joe leaned over and kissed you. “You never woke me up when Arthur was eating.”

“You and Amelia were sleeping good babe, I had it under control.”, you smiled at him softly. 

Amelia rubbed her eyes, turning back over and cuddling Mr. Octo. 

It was six thirty-five, and you all had an hour to get ready and be at the convention center. You all decided to let Amelia sleep for about thirty more minutes while you both got ready. You’d help Amelia get ready while Joe got Arthur ready for the day. Joe sat on the edge of the bed, putting his socks on. Next, he put on his black slacks, a light purple button-up, and his pinstripe blazer. He had two chains on, causing you to swallow hard and bite your lip. He noticed, smirking at you. You slid your dress on, fixing your hair quickly before putting your makeup on and sliding your boots on, zipping them up. 

Amelia was unhappy to be woken up again, but once she realized she got to accompany her daddy, she was in better spirits. You helped her put on her black leggings, a pink sweater, and her UGG boots. Her puffer jacket was pink to match. Joseph took Arthur out of his pack-n-play, causing him to begin to fuss.

“Daddy’s sorry, buddy. You get to go with daddy. Yes, you do. We’re gonna have such a good day.”, Joe kissed his head as he laid him on the bed, unzipping his onesie and changing his diaper. He squeaked weakly in response. 

Seeing Joseph be such an active father made your ovaries ache and made you think about the possibility of having another baby. However, your logical side shot that idea down quickly. The two you had exhausted you, keeping you both on your toes. You also remembered the pain you had experienced with your miscarriage. If it hadn’t been for Joe, you weren’t sure how you would have made it through that difficult time. Joe sighed, rubbing his eyes. 

“My eyes hurt.”, he sighed, rubbing them as he handed you the baby. Arthur was finally settled, dressed in his white onesie, his little booties, mittens, and jacket. He was sucking lightly on his pacifier after Joe had popped it in his mouth.

“Maybe you need to go to the eye doctor when we get home.”, you said softly as Joe handed him to you, kissing Arthur, and bringing him flush against you. 

“Yeah, it’s starting to get to me—worse when I’m reading or tired.”

You nodded easily. Joe was really bad for putting his own needs off sometimes at the cost of you or the kids. It made you feel slightly guilty, but he reminded you constantly his job was to take care of you and the kids. But you wanted him to take care of himself in the process, hence the reason you let him sleep last night when Arthur was awake and fussing. After making sure you all had everything in order and the kids were in their jackets and toboggans, you all slid your own on and left the hotel room. You all decided to ride your rental to the convention center.

Joe held your hand the entire way, laying his hand on your knee occasionally and reassuring you everything would be okay. He had already made a phone call to his manager to remind him you and the kids would be present. Amelia was looking out the window, being fairly silent. She had to bring Mr. Octo, of course. She held him tightly close to her. Your nerves were all over the place, your mind racking through the possibilities that could go wrong. It wasn’t because you wanted to be negative, you were just worried about the external elements that you couldn’t control.

You pulled up to the convention center, parking in the back to be able to enter a little more discreetly. You all got the kids out of the car, and you got  Arthur while Joe was helping Amelia. She held her daddy’s hand as you all went inside. Jamie immediately was one of the first to notice you all.

“Good morning loves, I see you brought the whole family.”, Jamie smirked, bending down to Amelia’s level.

“You know how much I always miss them.”, Joe smirked.

“And how are you my dearest Amelia?”, Jamie took her hand. 

“Good, Uncle Jamie.”

“Love to hear it, darling. Give Uncle Jamie a hug.”, he opened his arms for a hug, and she took him up on his offer. 

“And how are you and the new baby, darling?”, he turned his attention to you next. 

“Doing well.”, you smiled, uncovering Arthur’s face slightly. 

“He’s precious. They both look like their dad, don’t they?”, Jamie jested with you.

“Even though I carried them nine months and gave birth to them, yes they do.”, you laughed back as you hugged Jamie.

You all walked the rest of the way with Jamie, getting settled in behind the scenes. They had a really comfortable chair for you in the event you needed to nurse Arthur or hold him for a nap. Joe assured you he was going to go back to the car and get his stroller and his diaper bag. They had another chair for Amelia. You knew you had to have a heart-to-heart with Amelia before everything started. This would be one of the hardest conversations you’d have to have with your daughter. It would be a full on reunion once everyone arrived. 

“Amelia, can you and mommy talk for a second?”, you gently took her arm, helping her out of her coat. 

“Okay, mommy.”

“Daddy’s at work today, okay? This is his job. People have paid to come see daddy and take pictures with him and get him to sign things. You have to be on your best behavior for me and daddy, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, mommy.”

“That means we need to stay back here most of the day except when daddy takes breaks or eats lunch, okay? No running out on stage with daddy during his panels or anything, okay?”

“Okay mommy.”, she nodded. 

Part of you hated to be firm with her, but you knew it had to be done. You were fairly confident that you had gotten through to her. You took a sigh of relief, leaning back into the chair with Arthur as Joe brought everything else in. Arthur was fast asleep, breathing quickly. Joe had brought Amelia some of her toys and stuff from home in an attempt to keep her entertained along with some DVDs. Joe smirked as he sat down beside of you for a little bit, holding Amelia in his lap. She cuddled up to him just like you all were home. She laid her head on him. He leaned down to kiss her head.

You all enjoyed the few moments of peace before the stage crew came to get Joe. Amelia was very unhappy she had to get out of her daddy’s lap and arms, beginning to pout just like Joseph. 

“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.”

This was almost mirroring her first day of preschool. 

“Daddy will be back, okay? I promise, princess.”, he leaned down and kissed her.

He came over to kiss you and kiss Arthur before they lined him up for the entrance. You watched Amelia climb into the chair, obviously sulking. There were just curtains separating you from the stars of Stranger Things. You were sure everyone would take time to catch up when there were breaks, between panels, and between autographs. It was nine thirty and they were lining everyone up. Joe was going to be one of the first in line to get on stage. You could hear everything on the other side of the curtain. 

Amelia was still sulking heavily in her chair, cuddling Mr. Octo. You had put on a movie for her, hoping it would cheer her up. Arthur snored lightly, Jess coming over to talk to you and catch up, giving you a big hug and admiring Arthur.

“Poor thing, she loves her daddy doesn’t she?”, Jess asked as she took a seat beside you.

“She does. Big time. She’s definitely a daddy’s girl and she doesn’t exactly understand that he’s at work.”, you smiled with a sigh. 

“She’s adorable. She looks just like Joe, doesn’t she? Jamie wasn’t kidding.”, Jess chuckled.

“Tell me about it.”, you joked, rolling your eyes. 

Jess really wanted to hold Arthur so you gave him to her for the time being. She was baby-talking him and he opened his eyes to look at her, taking in another face. He hadn’t been around very many people other than you, Joseph, Amelia, Joe’s parents, and Wesley since he was born. Amelia was sulking heavily. You attempted to make small talk with her, however, she brushed you off. You knew when enough was enough and went back over to talk with Jess. Others were here such as Caleb who played Lucas, David Harbour who played Hopper, Grace who played Chrissy, Gaten who played Dustin, and Brett who played Murray. 

They announced they were starting, the crowd became very loud. So loud Jess playfully covered Arthur’s delicate ears. Music began playing, enough to loosen up the crowd. “I’m Good (Blue)” was playing as they announced Caleb first. You could hear by the roar of the crowd he had come up on stage. Amelia’s head perked up quickly as if she was listening for her daddy’s name. You eyed her carefully, your eyes narrowing subconsciously, wondering what was on your four-year-old’s mind. And you hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was. 

“Looks like she’s coming around.”, Jess bounced Arthur gently. 

“And now, help us welcome the man who brought Eddie to life, Joseph Quinn!”, the announcer said excitedly. 

Amelia definitely perked up now, her entire head over the chair. You eyed her cautiously. This would be the test of whether she really had listened to you or was blowing off what you said. Your motherly instincts were leaning more toward the second one. But you hoped and prayed you were going to be wrong. Amelia slid down out of the chair. 

“Come here, Amelia. Tell Jess about preschool.”, you attempted to distract her.

She completely ignored you. 

“Amelia.”, you said slightly more firmly.

“I think she may have other plans, mom.”, Jess smirked.

“She better not.”, you responded easily, getting up from your chair.

Amelia noticed you were coming and decided to take her chance. She saw a small opening through the curtain, picking up her pace.

“Amelia, no! No, no, no.”, you began, facepalming and realizing you were probably fighting a loosing battle. 

Panic and stress immediately rose from your stomach and up into your throat. Jess saw you were panicked. Without any warning, she went out onto the stage in search of her daddy. He didn’t notice anything was wrong until the crowd awed in unison, causing him to look around and he saw his little girl. The cameraman had zoomed in on her, Amelia looking like she was a deer in headlights, not realizing all eyes would be on her. You peeked through the curtain easily as you saw Joseph walk back to her and pick her up, putting her in his arms. 

“And looks like he’s being joined by his daughter.”

He whispered to her easily, causing you to wonder what he was saying to her. She easily waved even though she was nervous, you knew she was spooked by that point. It was a blessing she wasn’t breaking out in tears. That’s what she usually did when she was stressed out and scared. She wasn’t used to having that many eyes on her at one time. Jess sighed coming over to you.

“And Jamie wants kids.”, she laughed. 

“I love my kids but this one is going to be the death of me. She’s so stubborn.”, you groaned easily. 

“And what’s your name dear?”, the announcer asked her as Joseph got into his spot on stage.

She looked at her daddy to see if it was okay for her to answer.

“Go ahead, love. Tell them your full name.”, he encouraged her softly.

“Amelia Wrenley Quinn.”, she answered shyly.

The entire crowd awed in unison. 

“There you have it, we don’t only have Joseph, but we have his darling daughter, Amelia.”, the announcer smiled.

You sighed. “I can’t believe she did that.”

Jess laughed. “You did say she’s a daddy’s girl.”

You groaned, sinking back into your seat. You did have to admit her saying her name was very cute. You loved Amelia’s name—it was different but beautiful. Back when you decided to keep the baby’s gender a secret from everyone including you and Joseph, you all bounced names back and forth. Amelia Wrenley just stuck for a little girl. With the baby you lost, you never got to know the gender of your baby. They announced the next guest to stand beside Joe. Joe kept smiling, talking to his little girl. She was his everything besides you and Arthur. It did make your heart warm.

After breaking their entrance, they all split to do photo ops. You decided you’d have to go get Amelia. Jess offered to hold Arthur while you met Joe off stage. You felt eyes on you, but you tried to ignore it. Not that you hated his fans or even disliked them, but you felt they may not like you. Some gave you small smiles but you weren’t used to handling it like Joseph was. He made it seem so easy. 

“Amelia, daddy has pictures, we need to go backstage, okay?”, you asked her softly.

You didn’t even tread on the fact that she has disobeyed you. It wasn’t important right at the moment. 

“For how long daddy?”, she turned to her dad.

“Just about an hour or so and daddy will come back and get you.”

She looked down before looking back up at her. “I don’t want you to leave daddy.”

You eyed Joe easily, trying to see what his next move or suggestion would be. This was the part you knew Amelia was going to have a hard time dealing with—being away from her daddy. It was hard when he left to go travel on his own, usually resulting in Amelia crying and it taking you a while to get her consoled. Once she was calm and accepted that her daddy was gone, she sniffled a little bit but you could talk to her and reason with her. That’s when you started putting her in the bed with you while Joe was gone. That was a different story. 

He smiled softly. “Daddy promises it’ll be fast, okay?”

She finally nodded after you kissed her head. Joe smiled and kissed her. You didn’t mind Joseph meeting his fans. You encouraged it. You and Amelia returned backstage to find Jess feeding Arthur a bottle. You were a little surprised, considering you hadn’t told Jess where you were keeping the breast milk in the cooler you brought with you. Amelia sat down in the chair, returning to her DVD. Jess smiled up at you easily. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”, you eyed her easily, sitting down beside her. 

“It’s not a big deal. Let’s just call it practice.”, she smiled.

You smirked, chuckling. “You really need to think long and hard about this, Jess.”

You were kidding, you loved your kids. You loved being a mother. There’s nothing in this world you’d rather do, but they each came with different personalities. But you had to admit, you were pretty blessed. Amelia was a good kid, even if she did disobey you just to get close to her daddy. 

“I don’t know—I mean Arthur is making me want one.”

You smiled, sitting down beside of her, admiring your baby boy sucking his bottle. You could tell Jess was getting more comfortable with the idea of kids. Arthur finished eating, Jess continuing to hold him and let him sleep. Joseph and Jamie finished their photo ops, joining you, Jess, and Amelia backstage. 

“Ah she’s on the dark side too?”, Jamie joked about you to Jess causing her to roll her eyes. “Using Arthur for the cause?”

Joe chuckled as Amelia ran over to him before he picked her up and kissed her head. “I’ve been trying to talk her into one more baby.”

This caused you to roll your eyes before a smirk came across your face. “Nope, we’re done, Joe.”

“Sounds like we both have a lot of convincing to do.”, Jamie laughed at Joe. 

You and Jess laughed with one another. Joe played with Amelia while Jess let Jamie hold Arthur, letting you all talk and catch up with one another. It always felt comfortable with you all getting together. Jamie and Joe wanted to start getting together more often. The biggest thing was that Joe was happy to have his family with him. He kept bragging to everyone about you and the kids. Unlike Joseph, you weren’t used to all the attention on you. They called them to do their autographs. 

“Mommy, I wanna go with daddy.”, she pouted up at you. 

You looked at Joe to see if that would be okay. 

Joe bent down to meet Amelia’s level. “Why don’t you, mommy, and Arthur join me?”

“Yay!”, she squealed, beginning to run around. 

You got Arthur in your arms, kissing his head as you all made your way out to the main floor. Joseph had one of the biggest areas as he was one of the actors in demand. Part of you felt even more nervous now that you would be directly exposed to the fans. So were your kids. You felt hot, especially in your face. Amelia wanted right on Joseph’s lap, climbing her way up into it whether he wanted it or not. She made herself right at home. The staff set a chair up for you behind Joseph so you could hold Arthur and try to relax some.

They began to line the fans up, looking like the line went on for miles and miles. It filled most of the room. Amelia was busy doodling with one of the markers on a piece of paper that Joseph’s manager handed her. They did their best to accommodate you and the kids. 

“Daddy, who is that in the picture?”, she asked, pointing to the ones of Eddie he could sign for the fans.

This caused Joseph to laugh. “Well baby girl, that’s daddy.”

She crinkled her face in confusion. “No, it’s not.”

He laughed again. “Yes, it is. He’s just dressed up as his character in the show.”

They began letting the fans start the autograph line. You eyed each fan that came to the table. They were all super nice and respectful.

“Hi.”, Amelia smiled brightly, coming out of her shell.

She was interacting with the fans just as much as her daddy was. They all told Amelia how cute she was and how much she looked like Joe, no news to you. They also complimented you, telling you how beautiful you were and how cute Arthur was. Even saying they could see why Joseph wanted to marry you. All the compliments were very nice, making you feel better about yourself and bringing your kids to this event. Things were going smoother than you had expected. 

“Daddy?”, Amelia asked while he was signing autographs. 

“Yes, princess?”

“I wanna sign something.”, she pouted. 

He smirked, sliding a picture over to her and a marker. “Just don’t get it on your outfit. Mommy will get us both.”

This satisfied her for the remaining duration of the autograph signing. David Harbour’s signing ended a little before Joe, I’m coming through the room to see Joe. Everyone started cheering, him giving them a wave. He made his way over to Joe. Joe smiled, getting up from his autograph for a minute to give him a hug. They talked just briefly, catching up.

“Wow, Joe, she’s grown up so fast.”, David eyed Amelia, giving her a wave a smile. 

“I know. She’s already in preschool.”, Joe smiled, kissing her head. 

“Hi Amelia, you look so pretty today, sweetheart.”, David said to her softly while he bent down on her level. 

He was really good with kids. 

“Thank you.”, she beamed easily. 

David came over and hugged you, admiring Arthur before teasing Joe. “I don’t know how you made two cute kids.”

Joseph laughed, shrugging. “I have a beautiful wife. What can I say?”

Jospeh finished his autographs, finally preparing for his panel. Amelia agreed to stay behind the stage while Joe answered questions from his fans. She was compliant, which surprised you. You were able to watch from behind the signs. A fan asked Joe about you all.

“We got to see your daughter today. Can you tell us about your family? What do you feel comfortable sharing?”

Joe’s eyes lit up, accepting this question immediately. “Um, yes. Well, for starters I have a beautiful wife, Y/N. She’s everything to me.”, he placed his hand over his heart.

The crowd awed before he could continue. 

“We’ve been married for three and half years. We have our four-year-old daughter, Amelia Wrenley. She’s absolutely the light of my life. I never knew I could love something as much as I love her. She was my firstborn, my baby girl. She’s very attached to me and recently started preschool so I’ve been navigating that with Y/N.”, he smiled, quickly blinking tears away. 

The crowd awed, giving Joe a chance to get himself together. 

“And then I have my eleven-week-old son, Arthur Isaac. I am just absolutely in awe of him. Um, he is very special to us as well. For those of you who don’t know, my wife and I went through a very dark time prior to having Arthur. So he’s been our little rainbow. It’s amazing to have a son to carry on the Quinn name. I’m just so thankful for my wife and kids. I’ve been so blessed to have them here with me this weekend.”

“Any future plans?”, the fan asked. 

Everyone awed again before Joe wrapped things up. “Well, yes. I’d love to buy a new home for my family, I think. This will be news to my wife so I can imagine her face right now. Can we bring them out?”, Joe asked the coordinator. 

They nodded, rushing to get you and the kids asking you to come out on stage. Amelia was ready to go, practically helping drag you. The crowd cheered as you looked at Joe, smiling at you with love in his brown eyes. He got up and hugged you before kissing you softly. You were holding Arthur in your arms, moving out of the way and letting him bend down to hug and kiss Amelia, causing the crowd to awe. 

“This is my wife and my kids. Did you hear what I said about the house?”, Joe laughed into the microphone. 

You shook your head. “What did you say?”

Your voice was barely audible in the microphone. 

“Oh I just said how I wanted to buy a new house.”, he smirked.

You laughed easily. “Do you really want to?”

“I do. In the next little bit.”

You all shared another soft kiss, knowing this would be another conversation.

“Hope I answered your question?”, Joe looked at the fan, holding you.

She nodded, smiling and thanking him. The panel was ending as you all left the stage, entering backstage.

“Did you mean all those things?”, you smirked at him.

“Absolutely, love. I love you. You all are the light of my life.”

You smiled, kissing him softly as he took you into his arms, holding you tighter than he ever had.

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this has been in my drafts for months but i thought i’d post it, idk for funsies:

little cute things i noticed in the anastasia second nat broadway tour that made me go “oh. oh yes i love that”

- THE “thank you” “you’re welcome” BEFORE CROWD OF THOUSANDS OH MY GOODNESS

-and when they spring apart awkwardly ah i can't do this

- the way dmitry and anya sang “this chance is all WE’VE got” in we’ll go from there

- the dowager’s picture of anastasia

- young anastasia’s height, i know that’s so random but she was shorter than everyone else in the ensemble and it made me happy

- the snow on the curtain where it said anastasia before the show started it was so pretty

- willem’s “THE BIGGEST CON IN HISTORY”

- this isn’t really a little cute thing but the countess and the common man was done so well, like it usually makes me uncomfy (and i mean it still did a little bit) but it was really well done, they ate and left no crumbs

-speaking of ate and left no crumbs that's what EVERYONE DID THE ENTIRE SHOW i just gotta say it

- the way willem flicked his coat every time he sat down in everything to win so he didn’t sit on it lol

- as soon as lily and vlad kissed in cacm this little girl sitting near me yelled “YES!!” and it was so funny

- and when dmitry stepped on the dowager’s coat i heard someone go “OHHHHH DUDE NO”

- dimya, that’s all, just the way they couldn’t stop staring at each other

-they had so much chemistry ugh they were just so good

- and the stage picture at the end of crowd of thousands, like it was so pretty it made me cry even harder

- then as soon as the song ended and the blackout happened, i could see (through my tears) veronica and willem sprinting offstage for their quick changes, like they rlly were zoomin, that made me randomly happy lol

- i never knew i needed a curly-haired dmitry until i saw willem as dmitry, that’s all i’m saying

- the chills at the end of last dance of the romanovs, like that moment when young anastasia is the only one onstage before the blackout (ok i just realized that this moment is her getting shot?? how did i not know this before i read the script???)

- willem’s version of the bad dancing in learn to do it was so iconic

- i wanted to hear veronica sing crossing a bridge so bad, when it got to that part i was like “i know she’s not going to sing crossing a bridge but… what if she did, what if she just sang it for the funsies” because she would sound so good singing it stop

- christian was so funny with the “we have wonderful telephones” and “i have a sense of humor” lines

- speaking of, gleb is 100% my least favorite character, i literally hate him, but christian’s gleb was actually somewhat likeable so good job for that lol

- the way veronica had to lean down to kiss willem in the suitcase scene because they're similar heights sjskksskswlj help

[protectthevulnerable]

tagged by: @jurati tagging: @storyofwhoiam (thirteenth Doctor, Kaz, and Kalinda?), @shcftingpieces (Blair!) & anyone else that wants to do it !

Lena Luthor

—    basics.

▸   is your muse tall/short/average?    average/on the slightly tall side

▸     are they okay with their height?   yeah! They honestly don’t really think about it a whole lot. If she wants to be taller (and she often does) they can just put on heels. She would be content being shorter tho cause than they could be Small in someone’s arms (don’t worry tho, Kara’s taller than them)

▸     what’s their hair like?  dark, thick, and long. Also straightened every day for the sake of Appearances. But! Once they get more comfortable not being “perfect” all the time, they let their hair go natural and curly a lot more!

▸     do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?   oh god, yeah. Everything has to perfect. She has her routine pretty down pat, but she will spend way too much time making sure everything’s just how it should be even if she’s not doing something that requires her to  look put together. In the later years tho, I imagine she spends less time trying to look perfect when going to work/doing work related things but still wants to look “presentable” and she does put a lot less work into their appear when they’re just meeting friends or wtvr

▸     does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? oh big time. She fixates so hard on it that their life honestly revolves around other people. They did grow tired of not being able to meet everyone’s expectations tho and so they def lash out at assholes sometimes (usually in a reserved passive aggressive way). But despite that, she really does try to be put together and proper for others sakes

—    preferences.

▸    indoors or outdoors?  okay so, this is a little complicated! I think she would enjoy the outdoors in the sense of like nature but her instinct is indoors (specifically in her own home) because she feels safe there and able to be herself more

▸    rain or sunshine?     sunshine. Rain is kind of a nuisance and also makes their depression worse

▸    forest or beach?     oooh this is hard. I feel like they’d feel safer and more at ease?? In a forest, but! Beaches are fun! And feel like a place to hang out with friends! So that also means safety and home-y feelings! Lena loves her friends and they’re her family, so beach! Even if there is the con of bathing suits and having your body on display for the world to see

▸    precious metals or gems?     hmm prob precious metals! I feel like Lena is a big fan of metal jewelry and she works with metal a lot!

▸    flowers or perfumes?     maybe flowers? She loves a good perfume for herself but they’re incredibly likely to send someone flowers if they like that person and she love giving things to people she likes

▸    personality or appearance?     personality! They’ve dated for looks in the past and it just doesn’t end well. It is a plus if someone’s cute And not an asshole tho

▸    being alone or in a crowd?  they don’t really like being alone but they kinda hate crowds because they’re overstimulating, so alone

▸    order or anarchy?     order 100%. She’s trying to accept chaos into her life tho

▸    painful truths or white lies?    instinct says white lies because they really Hate being hurt but! Considering their experience with Kara being supergirl and the other painful truths they’ve had to live through: painful truths

▸    science or magic?     bro... BRO. You can’t ask her to choose like that. Her entire character is based around science And magic. And plus they’d probably argue that magic is science because everything is science. But uhhhhh... science? Please don’t make her choose lol

▸    peace or conflict?     Lena prefers peace, but they’re Very often causing conflicts. So peace but that’s not what they get lol

▸    night or day?     night. It’s when they get to unwind

▸    dusk or dawn?     dusk, I guess? Dawn is kinda Stressful because she has to get ready for the day and prepare for all of the stressful situation. But if she gets a day off or in later in life when she’s more chill, it’s comforting to be able to sit and drink a cup of coffee when watching the sunrise

▸    warmth or cold?     warmth. It’s comforting and she runs a bit cold, so it’s nice to snuggle up with a blanket

▸   many acquaintances or a few close friends?     a few close friends. Lena doesn’t easily trust people enough to casually let them into her life. But she does know a lot of people?

▸    reading or playing a game?   reading! They’re a lil nerd. Tho they love a good game night and often times she’s reading about ttrpgs soooo

—    questionnaire.

▸     what are some of your muse’s bad habits? okay so Lena has... a drinking problem. Most days after work they get a little tipsy and whenever they’re Very upset, they get Extremely drunk. They also have a bad habit of cutting people out of their life at the drop of a hat because she has a hardcore black and white thought process and if someone does something she considers bad, that person is now bad and it takes a lot of work (or just a better mood sometimes) for people to regain her trust. She also tends to trust too easily (often even when her brain tells her not to). There’s prob others but those are the ones that affect them the most

▸     has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? way too many people. Her mom died when she was four, leaving her to be adopted by an abusive family (her adoptive dad was also her bio dad who cheated on Lillian, his wife and Lena’s adoptive mother, which she didn’t know until adulthood) and it has affected every aspect of her life. She carries herself in a professional and mature way despite only being 22 and has done this for most of her life. She doesn’t know how to cope with her own emotions, so instead she puts them away in little boxes until they come exploding out. She used to dive head first into relationships in an attempt to fill the part of her soul that was missing the love it never received but after many heartbreaks, she’s become way more reserved and distrustful. She’s often unlikely to reveal romantic feelings out of fear of them being used against her. I could literally go on forever about this, but I won’t lmao 

▸     what are some fond memories your muse has?  she has a very specific blurry memory of her and her birth mother playing when she was a kid. It’s one of her first memories. She also has a lot of memories of Lex being there for her and treating her like family when no one else did, but these kind of make them sad now. And honestly a lot of their memories of Kara and the rest of the superfriends make them happy and comfort them looking back on them

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill? if they don’t know the person and are protecting someone they care about/themself, yes. But if they do care about them, it’s extremely hard and they’ll do pretty much anything (often even risking the world) to make sure she doesn’t have to put them at risk

▸     is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? yes, but it can take a lot of built-up trust and they’re more likely to try to save themself. But she will if she has to, especially if it’s someone they care about

▸     what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Lena is... complicated. She will send the person gifts, take them on little dates, and spend as much time with them as possible. She will fawn over every word they say. But she most likely will not ever tell you she’s in love unless there is absolutely no doubt that the other person feels the same. They keep their feelings close to their chest and doesn’t often let them out. 

[citrinie]

Yesss. Blackwall is everything. He’s honestly so well written. Hope you enjoy. I wanted to romance him with a Dalish elf too at some point. I know everyone loves him with Cadash, but his romance animations only work well for Lavellan and Trevelyan so I doubt I’ll ever give it a go. Anyways, please tell me all about your canon playthrough. All your major game decisions. Who you romanced etc.

totally agree with you on that! Blackwall's character is very nicely written which makes him unique to me 🥺 i feel like we have so many sad grey wardens, but it will never be enough lol so far i have only played as lavellan and trevelyan. now in my head the inquisitor is an elf bc i have mostly only played as female lavellan 🧝‍♀️

you asked nonnie, so under the cut is just a “small essay” of my canon playthrough 😅 i could talk abt DA for infinity and never get tired of it, so i did get a little carried away but here you go!

my inquisitor:

my canon playthrough for DAI is a female dalish mage inquisitor. her name is Ithil. she is a raven-haired, pale-skinned elf with purple eyes. she has a very intimidating aura to her and is very standoffish. i found it very fitting for her to have the dark voice option even though her frame is tall and skinny hehe. most recent pic of Ithil, where im doing a rogue playthrough to justify siding with the templars 😃 i hate that decision so far lol

major DAI decisions:

for the major decisions im starting chronologically. i obviously sided with the mages bc Ithil is canonically a mage and i just love mages lol

then its the choice of who to leave in the Fade. this was for me the most gut-wrenching decision bc it stood between Alistair and Hawke 😭 like how could bioware do me like that? i spent a good solid 30 minutes contemplating what to do and ultimately ending up leaving Hawke in the Fade. reasons being that i could never leave Alistair and him being the first DA character i fell in love with, would just be heartbreaking. also someone needed to lead the grey wardens, so why not him? i felt so very sad for Varric. poor Fenris, who i romanced Hawke with, he probably hates Ithil and lashed out at anything close to him 😫 but i try to remember what Flemeth said to Hawke that she may one day find herself facing the abyss and “do not hesitate to leap”, and considering the quest name is Here Lies the Abyss 🥲

when it comes to the fate of the grey wardens, i saved them bc i felt that there were more benefits to being allied with them rather than getting rid of them. grey wardens were a huge part of the first game considering you played as one. 

as for who i had be the ruler of Orlais, i kept Celene in power. she and Briala also got back together. Gaspard was never an option to me so that was yet another easy big decision. i realize now how much female power i have in my DA canon playthrough lol

choosing who would be the next divine was a hard decision. there were pros and cons for both Cassandra and Leliana. i know Vivianne is an option too but she just hates my inquisitor lol. i ended up choosing Leliana tho bc of her standing with the mages and her view of progressive change in Thedas. she also has a huge interest in politics and is well-informed abt almost everything bc of her spies. i definitely think that choosing Leliana will cause chaos bc of all the changes, but im here for it hehe

those are all the major DAI decisions i can think of are important, but lmk if you want to know anything else ;)

romance & companions:

as for romance options, i had Ithil romance Cullen bc i have loved Curly since DAO hehe in my canon DA Cullen had relations with my warden who is a female human mage named Solona. i always think of them when you ask Cullen if he has anyone, and he says something like “not in Kirkwall”. which to me insinuates that he had someone when he was in Ferelden, before going to Kirkwall, but nothing serious as Solona got with Alistair another blond-haired dude with puppy-dog energy lol i love Cullen’s character a lot tho bc you get to see the various things he has gone through in all three games. so all the pain and suffering he is going through in DAI makes a lot of sense, bc of all the trauma he has experienced and the withdrawals he has from lyrium as he essentially is a drug addict. so i love the ending where Ithil and Cullen gets a dog, gets married, the inquisition is disbanded, they move to some place quiet and still help others in their own ways like the good ppl they are ❤️

lastly talking abt Ithil’s chemistry with the gang. the ppl she felt close to were Iron Bull, Solas, Cassandra and Dorian. she loves hanging out with the Bull and the chargers, drinking at the tavern and listening to various stories from everybody. Solas and Ithil have a platonic connection probably bc of their elven background, but also i feel like she learnt a lot from him abt spirits and the Fade. so we are feeling a little bit betrayed and bitter by the fact that Solas was behind everything that happend 😅 all the help for ppl in solavellan hell.  Cassandra and Ithil butt heads quite a bit, but playing Ithil as a rogue made me think that they would be really good sparing friends. and i think Ithil gets Cassandra out of her comfort zone in a good way :) as for her friendship with Dorian, they are both necromancer mages and i see them exchanging a lot of knowledge. i also think Dorian loves pimping Ithil up with dresses and jewellery, for her to show Cullen ;) she is also very close to Josephine who teaches her a lot abt diplomacy, as Ithil do not always have the best social antennas and can be quite blunt in situations where she should not be lol

the only romance options i have finished a whole playthrough of is with Bull and Cullen. so doing a Blackwall romance now, then i want to do a Solas romance just to have done it lol. loved both Bull and Cullen’s romances, they are quite different to each other but that is what i loved abt them hehe. Bull’s romance was so funny and kinky ;) Cullen’s romance was like cute and vanilla with a sprinkle of trauma ✨ in the end Cullen is the canon romance option in my little DA world 😊

[thecolorsofpain]

I always dream of you in a distant way. There´s so much left unsaid. I never knew how to say goodbye other than crying. Writing has always been a source of expression for you so writting a long, difficult letter was easy for you. It´s always hard to read it. It never fails to make me feel like that horrid time in our lives where time stopped and blurred the content. It is the reason why I have nightmares every now and then. Memories come in the presence of dreams and made up scenarios that mimic the feelings from the real-life event. It´s always us in the middle of the crowd, holding my hand, a tight grip, and i´m always uncertain, uneasy because I don´t know if we´re still together or not, I´m never sure if i´m awake and doubting us. In the end I realize im dreaming and that we are, indeed, not together anymore. It leaves me with a profound sensation of worry, I know somehow there is someone else, a man, a partner and it´s not you and it feels like i am failing at being wholeheartedly loyal to him. So I always try hiding our hands in the crowd, lowering my gaze, avoiding eye contact, following you anywhere hoping you will very soon find somewhere to escape from the crowd that judges and points at us. It is not only the dreams of the crowds, it´s the dreams where we find ourselves in the backseat of a car, someone drives it and we´re going home but we know we have escaped everyone and there´s no where to go, were trying to start from nothing and were worried, and I´m regretting leaving a man I love so much behind....This man is my real boyfriend.

There´s also the fragments of dreams that I go to England... It took me a whole year to place the pieces together to understand the outcome... Once In england, I was in a loft, apartment, with you... The apartment was white, blank, empty, only a bed, a few windows, spacious, a plant by a window and a lot of light inside the room. The roof was atleast 4 meters high, maybe even more. And I had beeen kidnapped by you. As soon as I saw you coming out of the bathroom I knew everything was wrong, It wasn´t my boyfriend, IT wasn´t Jesús, IT was you and I was horrified and worried, anxious, scared, sad for my boyfriend....but as the time went by my feelings changed and became dull, numb, just plain acceptance of what had come, the feeling of a life after returning to you and leaving him and everyone behind. Made up my mind, empty.

Ese sueño donde voy a acompañar a mi madre a homedepot y me mandas un mensaje en whatsapp que deseas verme... yo se que no debo ir y aun asi, despues de tanta insistencia, logras convencerme y de pedir un didi. El dia se presenta nublado, oscuro, a punto del chubasco y mi madre ya puede olerse que estoy nerviosa, como siempre suele hacerlo en la vida real. Y le digo que tengo que irme a hacer tarea con amigas y me cuestiona la hora, ya que es tarde noche.... Le invento cualquier mentira y me cree y asi es como logro escabullirme en didi para ir a un bar a verte. Despues de tanto tiempo, se siente como una vil traicion verte a escondidas. Aun a sabiendas de lo que podría hacerle a Jesús. Pero por alguna razon decido hacer caso omiso y me logras cegar con tu fanfarria de siempre. I don´t know, it always happens that way, you in the distance, so far far away. Sometimes I get to see you standing in your male, ordinary form, same short curly brown hair, tired face, pale skin, long sleeve shirt, skinny jeans and worn converse shoes. Waiting, patiently, a smirk on your face, slightly open lips, a deathly gaze but somehow you always manage to lurr me into you. Your glare, maybe the things you say, chantings and lullabies but I never see your lips moving. Because you´re speaking in the air and that seems to make me cave into you, like a moth drawn to the light, not caring what I leave behind, What I worked too hard for, All the suffering, all the love I gave to another man and all the love I received from him, all my physical deterioration, my many mental revolutions and my labor. Thought I had healed me, Thought I had changed my trauma, my nervous system, my memories, just so you can come back one night and smash them with an ever-so-slightly grip of your hand. Like nothing ever paid so costly, Like a year never went by and like my spirit never broke. Like my will was never questioned and my anger never detonated. I don´t know why you come at night to take me back, doing what you have only known best which was sabotage us into absolute demise. You make me yearn all of it, the feeling of home, because I don´t dare go back to the pain of my despicable mother anymore, not anymore when I find all of it in you. My father would be so disappointed in me If I willingly accept you. I am kinda am, too...because I know I would. Luckily for me, my vanity and my pride is bigger than you. It´s always bigger than everyone. I don´t think anyone will find a way to break those walls down for the sake of me. I wish someone would, I despise building walls so big they inprison my light, my good heart. Maybe it´s better that way, Not a single person has shown me to not take advantage of their power to humiliate and abuse in the name of their ego and self satisfaction. Not even my father sometimes, but yet again, it´s not his fault, he´s excused. don´t want to write any further. Sleeep time

[curlyexperts]

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