#cuz my time table is crappy

[comfortzonelol]

Curves

[campcrow2]

100 NSFW Questions - 3, 13, 23, 30, 45, 50, 57, 73, 82, 94

3. First sex toy?

A crappy $5 dildo I got from Amazon when I was 18.

13. Ultimate fantasy?

Ohh. Rn finding a man to spend the rest of my life with sounds like a fantasy. But all honesty probably a gangbang.

23. How much foreplay do you like?

I like a good amount. Like I wanna make out for a while and rub my partners body while we are kissing and stripping. I wanna cuddle and be comfortable I don’t want it to be a 5 minute two pump chump kinda quickie.

30. Where would you most like to have sex?

Currently on a beach or some private Oceanside resort kinda thing on the water. But that’s mostly just because it’s getting cold and I would love to be somewhere warmer lol.

45. Have any role playing preferences?

Not really. I’ll go along with just about anything but there isn’t a specific rolepay I want to act out or anything.

50. How often do you masterbate?

Depends on the mood. It’s been once a day, twice a day but lately with hoe sick I am it’s maybe once a week.

57. Do you have a preferred technique for giving oral?

Nah not really. Other that use my hands when I need to catch a breath and alternating between balls deep and the tip. Idk if I give good oral tbh. I mean I’ve never had any complaints but….idk.

73. Favorite position?

Missionary because I like to kiss and see my partner. Doggy isn’t terrible tho it’s always a good time.

82. What’s your favorite style of underwear?

Jockstraps or nothing. I wear nothing a lot. But…that’s kinda cuz I don’t really leave the house much anymore.

94. Any fun sex stories?

Not recent ones. Theres the one where I met up with some dude at like 1 am in a park and we had sec on a picnic table in the middle of summer. Theres the time I blew two dudes on a walking trail. And then the time I got laid twice by some visiting lawyer when I should have been working across the street. All pretty fun lol.

Thanks for the asks!

[the-firebird69]

NASA's Hubble Shows Jupiter's Great Red Spot is Smaller than Ever Measured - NASA Science

The iron Jupiter is a little bit less than half its original size as measured in the 1800s and they measured it every year and it kept shrinking 1920s they had more accurate measurements and still shrank and I'm about the same amount every year this year is no different it's nowhere near that small smell like 100,000 miles across and profile in Jupiter you can fit about well if you had a cross section cross section of birth would fit in it around 250 times but north to south you could run about 50 of them. That means is about 2,000 and he says oops more like 3,000 and that's more like it and that's a lot. . Now this guy has been telling secrets to our son trying to call him off and say nobody will treat him well and they're thinking of Stony him wherever he goes to death.

So there's been a very long process of this I shrinking it does mean something and is significant and and is going to be a lot different than you think

Peter audette says the fight was God awful he heard loud crashes and deep loud thugs in the wall and later found indents in the wall about an inch and the paneling which is what which is wood was broken and intended and ripped through the drywall Pam things are broken my chair was broken into and the coffee table was busted all the legs came off it and furniture was moved all around it's like a blur is that too who says that and it was fast some people say they have a recording but we don't know if that's true it was a hell of a fight and he was fighting for his life he got real mad at him came by one day Dave said you shouldn't be here and is looking around your problem is we'll do this do you want follow it and you're like the steaming jerk and he says I don't want to talk about it now so you're leaving and it says one more thing f*** off you look out the window it said something like this what you're saying is hurtful but I don't care cuz you're not my people and you tore off down the street and he said this there goes another dead man. You started muttering he's talking back and seeing stuff started crying I blew the whole deal she's Peter and Joel dick around him and others in the losers and remember what you said you said it really clearly don't bother coming around you're not one of my people and disgusted by your behavior and I don't ever want to see you again and you left the guy was astonished and you didn't really see him again when he left threatening everybody like a maniac then it has had it okay he was up at her son all the time bother him making faces but sometimes saying what is your f****** problem couple years later he came back and threatening people again in the party had a wrestling match for their son and broke a cabinet door with her son's head and Dave said there see what it is so yeah you're a poem you're a part of the max and you're calling your own clan and yellow and pining go find out and he left and he found out and he never came by again that's what he said my son says I'm all alone I'm a different kind nobody gives a s*** as you're borrowing itself I said yeah I don't want to murder people or be murdered I don't want to have all this crappy lifestyle for the master dumping it on you and who says oh great it made a lot of sense so it went forwards and things changed and he dis disappeared and you reappeared the 97 in Britain. And he was there because he knew he would be very there and hopefully get out to get out so people are going there right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

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[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

7 fe bru ar y 2023 Tuesday mar test 11:48 am pdt

I am questioning 🤨 god on things he wants me 2 believe. & he’s burning 🔥 burning 🥵 me more. Everything online is to mislead. Jewelry in sponsored stories on Instagram. Etc.

when Nick & I had “friends with benefits” arrangement? Which didn’t feel or look like friendship at all. He asked me 2 write ✍️ an email 📧 to him, a s*x fantasy email 📧. But I I think 🤔 I remember (#3 cramps pain 😖😭😤🥵🤬🐒💨) writing ✍️ a cute picnic 🧺 date? I remember asking him have you ever tried peanut 🥜 butter 🧈 & honey 🍯 sandwiches 🥪? His response reply was “it’s all wrong. You’re supposed to write ✍️ stuff like “d*ck in clit”” 11:56 am pdt something very close if not exactly that, is what he wrote to me. 11:57 am pdt once, I don’t remember the chronology of events, I found him b4 class early in the morning by himself at a outdoors lunch table w/benches (blood spurt 😞nausea hot 🥵 belly & back 11:58 sharp pain left armpit 11:59 am pdt) & I went to sit w/him, across from him @ the table. He didn’t say a word 2 me.one of my friend came to us & offered candy 🍬 but he didn’t say anything then either. I said “you probably don’t eat candy?” I think 🤔 I remember he shook his head no. Then when my friend was talking to me he got up & went to a small group with cheerleaders 📣 a few feet away. 12:02 pm pdt. My friend was a year ahead of us in age & grade. 12:03 pm pdt so we were either sophomore or junior grade @ that time bcz she was around. 12:03 pm pdt we were probably sophomores & maybe it was b4 March? 12:04 pm pdt

12:15 pmpdt 12:17 pmpdt incubus wants me 2 believe that I was being tested & that I’m the bad apple. I feel like the bad apple. He wants me 2 believe Nick is good & I am not. Fine. You want to believe it, who am I 2 convince you otherwise! 12:20 pmpdt

You like a guy like that that’s up to you! 12:22 pmpdt

1:19 pmpdt junior year unfortunately we were in a back to back class together. One cold day, bcz I remember I wore a long sleeve purple top, while in class he asked to borrow my graphing calculator. This guy had his own graphing calculator that he somehow I think uploaded video games onto freshman year algebra class (we were in the same class then, too. & I remember I tried 2 talk 2 him once while he was playing on (nausea 1:23 pmpdt pain abdominal) & he completely ignored me.) so I gave him it to borrow & then he flirted w/krystle while he used it. I think 🤔 I got angry 😤 & I heard people whisper my name saying I was mad. 1:25 pm pdt. I think 🤔 I was mad he’s borrowing my calc & flirting w/another girl. But I didn’t realize until I think last year? That he was trying to make it look like we were friends & that nothing happened btwn us. 1:27 pm pdt gas ⛽️ lighter! He was getting smart!? 1:27 pm pdt

1:28 pm pdt I never let him touch me but it could have happened bcz I was very attracted to him. 1:29 pm pdt

1:33 pm pdt I smell 👃 like trash 🗑 the incubus wants me to know he thinks I’m trash 🗑. 1:34 pm pdt 1:35 pmpdt I almost don’t remember this part. I think 🤔 later that same day? Or close to it, he instant messaged me on aol proskater1543? Something like that he says something like why you angry at me in front of the class? He seemed mad at me I thought. 💭 but I think cuz I maybe started to dislike him? Or annoyed? Or still angry? I didn’t want to care? So I ignored him? I remember there were a lot of times I tried to talk to him online when I think I ended the friends w/benefits & he put up 🆙 an away message (heart? pain 1:39 pm pdt coughing exhaling hot 🥵 air 1:40) I think he was playing a game called counter strike? 1:40 pmpdt) 1:41 pmpdt

6:19 6:20 pmpdt last time I looked @ some of my drawings it looked like not what I remembered. Either they made a crappie replica or I have a really bad memory & perception of the quality of my work. I remember my art 🖼 teacher saying I did “A quality work” but bcz I turned in my work late I got B’s. I hesitated b4 I made marks on the paper 📄 so it took me a long time to complete stuff. I think 🤔 that the replacement of a lot of stuff is a sign 🪧 he the incubus plans to kill me. Also my photos & ID card photos have been altered. 6:24 pm pdt 😰 6:25 pmpdt I think I will never recover & other people will reap any rewards that came from my work that was inspired by my difficulty & hardships. I think it’s unfair this hand 🤚 of cards 🃏 I have been dealt but whatever, no one cares until it’s their turn to suffer? 6:27 pm pdt. Incubus will never care. He does whatever he wants when he wants & he has power so why should he care when he does not have to suffer? There was something in the news 📰 ≈2017 about a young boy who probably died of child abuse. I read something that they quoted him saying that “they probably don’t really mean to [hurt him]” something about multiple bruises. When I read that I wonder if the incubus was misleading him & the parents were possessed by the incubus? It was automatic at the time bcz of how much he was doing stuff. 6:32 pm pdt I probably won’t be able to find it again & a lot of stuff is altered probably by the incubus. 6:32 pmpdt 6:34 pmpdt a lot of people have hurt me big time, I don’t think 🤔 I hurt anyone as much as other people did? I don’t recall punching 🥊 anyone in the head. The one time I did that bad decision with the car 🚗 I described in a previous post, I don’t believe anyone got hurt. I didn’t hear anything hit my car no blood 🩸 no screaming, still daylight & hundreds of people & cars 🚗 all around me. I once felt possibly bad vibes? When I went into a bank 🏦 it felt as if people there wanted to kill me. 6:38 pmpdt is this the bad vibes ? Or is it a different feeling? Maybe 🤔 it’s different. 6:39 pmpdt back is starting to feel tight. Christina Grimmie seemed to have gotten signs 🪧 that she was going to die? The music video with a costumed man 👨 & an alien 👽 looking weapon. 6:41 pmpdt I feel fear bad ominous feelings about writing ✍️ the car thing again

I will remind you you gave me signs 🪧 incubus that you controlled traffic w/o verbal explanation. You allowed me to come to my own conclusion & wishful thinking until it was too late to change my mind . I guess I could have changed my mind but I had a learning disability & I was desparate to make it the bank 🏦 on time. I had came to the conclusion that god will stop 🛑 people from getting in my way & let me get there in time. I didn’t think 🤔 it was a test until probably too late. The way it happened I really think everyone stopped that god stopped him for me. I didn’t leave immediately. No one had a reaction which most likely means nothing happened. 6:47 pmpdt

8:22 pmpdt 8:23 pmpdt Nick won was in the last autocorrect box 📦 Nick only talked to me online when he was horny. When he was done ✅ masturbating he would immediately say bye. There was no friendship, only benefits. 8:25 pmpdt

8:26 pmpdt after I started talking to “Brendan” & Michigan guy, I somehow decided to end friends with benefits w/ Nick. It took a little time, but I remember slightly I’m doubting myself 4 some reason. I forget how I ended it. But I remember telling him something maybe 🤔 like no offense but you’re a pig 🐷. I remember feeling as if I can visualize him crying getting upset about what I instant messaged him. 8:30 🕣 pmpdt mayb that’s how I ended it with him???? 8:31 pmpdt “Brendan” was sugary sweet. The way he spoke online & on the phone ☎️. The Michigan guy was very nice, too. I wanted to meet him around the time I was turning 18 years old but my mom got too afraid 😱 & begged me to stop 🛑. 😞 8:33 pmpdt

8:50 pmpdt time is going fast 💨. Incubus has been roasting my back 😞😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵 8:51 pmpdt

9pmpdt it was not until too late that I started realizing that I had feelings growing for another guy. I had started to fall in love 🥰 I thought w/ a classmate. I heard he was going to the dance 💃 w/ one of his friends from his clique. After I realized my feelings & a friend saw me she thought 💭 I was in love too & then she broke the news 📰 to me that they’re dating now. Bad timing! Timing ⏱ 9:05 pmpdt & then I think it was then I saw 👀 him give her a little pda that looked like he was giving her a quick cute nuzzling. 9:06 pmpdt

9:49 pmpdt a lot of people die. Very slowly. I have to come to my own conclusion that they’re killing me. The incubus is. & he has been taking my stuff & probably stole a ring 💍 my mom bought for me in 2017/2018. I’m missing a whole box 📦 of random jewelry. Incubus, you’re already a millionaire why you have to take from me? 9:59 pmpdt

10:01 pmpdt the assistants to incubus who probably have the role of small task gigolo didn’t do a very good job 🧐 the face caress was very lacking. I remember I was moving around with my eyes closed & I felt a very slight 1 second touch. It was if they didn’t want to touch me. The kiss was very light & quick. It lacked passion? But I guess my body is too absurd now & guys are shallow in that department?(porn, strip clubs, magazines, play boy mansion, Etc 10:10 pmpdt 😞.). I started feeling turned in (1:20 am pdt “turned on” incubus likes to edit) by a few unattractive men a few times in my life. Not sure 🤔 a guy could say this the same. & then s/he did a move under my chin I’m not sure what it was maybe 🤔 it was a caliper? That moved stunned 😳 me the most took me by surprise. The whole thing did. 10:09 pmpdt

10:11 pmpdt I’m not going to ask 4 a redo. Plz leave me alone, maroon me.

1:20 am pdt 1:21 am pdt I’m afraid 😱 incubus will do whatever he can do, he will take it far to convince people who he meeds to convince. I’m not going to ask for him to prove anything anymore bcz usually he used it as an excuse to kill me more. It wasn’t even that great 😫😑🤨🧐 1:24 am pdt honestly those touches & kisses weren’t worth dying for!

4:10 am pdt incubus acidically burned my vag again. 😖😭😫😰😑he won’t let me even be even momentarily happy by myself! He had to hogg a lot of money 💰 & musical 🎵 venues for himself. I’ve watched your concert 🎵 videos you look 👀 & sound! Like you don’t even try to sing well sometimes. What are people paying to see??? Your d*ck????? Here’s some thing I thought 💭 of yesterday you know what yoga 🧘🏻‍♀️ is good for? Probably sucking your own d*ck! Maybe 🤔 you should practice doing that from now on incubus! 4:17 pm pdt 4:18 pm pdt you should probably ask Scott & Nick to suck your d*ck since they probably like you so much & you probably like them! You can play d*ck sucking games 2gether. 4:20 pmpdt

junior year I showed a classmate some drawings ✍️ I drew. One was a tree 🌳 that had been in a thunderstorm ⛈. Nick commented on it saying it looks like the emotion anger or something like that. I think 🤔 it was also... was it sophomore year???? He instant messaged me Something like you like to fight? He meant argue though. I think 🤔 he was trying to make me feel like I should not complain? I forget what it was about... was it bcz he was ignored me & not talking to me when he was not horny? I forget... it might have been that. If so, yeah good point Nick, prostitutes should not complain when they get a gig, even though they didn’t know that was the only type of job you’re willing to give a woman 👩🏻 without compensation... so I was a slave who should not complain? GOOD point. 4:30 🕟 am pdt

If 4/13 is Thomas Jefferson (hefer) is his birthday (acid rib pain front right below breast 4:32 am pdt) I guess I’m screwed then!

4:33 am pdt ladies take it from Nick, don’t complain! 4:34 am pdt

4:35 am pdt worst husband in the 🌎 /universe ! Incubus! You are! Go suck your own d*ck! 4:36 am pdt

4:39 am pdt gum pain started having difficulty breathing. Seriously, don’t complain. 🏃🏻‍♀️ 4:40 am pdt

6:15 am pdt conf confused confirmed in autocorrect boxes 📦

confession: I once kicked Nick in the butt when the teachers rearranged for him to sit in front of me. It was probably right after he had turned around to look 👀 @ me & I felt that he was trying to convey from his look 👀 a look 👀 of romance like “oh it’s meant to be” such a liar 🤥 he is. Acid burning vag pain. Junior year. & bcz I didn’t take the bait he turned back around & went back to being himself- & started to not care again like he was trying to trick me into thinking it’s bcz of the way I responded to him that he went back to not caring even though we already tried friends w/benefits his way the previous year. He was putting on a show it looks. & so & (6:30 am pdt i)kicked him! In the little gap between the back of the seat 💺 & seat bottom. He didn’t yell out. But I think I remember him popping up to attention. Maybe popping up 🆙 from surprise. I remember he wore a bow tie to one of his group presentations trying to impress people. Puh leeese. 6:28 am pdt

6:30 am pdt 6:31 am pdt sometime during junior year I felt like I had to change myself for him, (& maybe 🤔 for others?) to like me more. I tried probably to b cooler 😎? Maybe a little more extroverted? Less shy? I remember reading 📖 a horoscope/astrological thing about what Pisces ♓️ guys like & it said that they like girls who can laugh @ themselves- so I tried to laugh 😂 more in class around him. Unfortunately his bday is more almost 2 weeks b4 Levine’s. I am not sure if I know very many Pisces ♓️ guys but I seem to be striking out with them. I have fallen 4 a Libra ♎️ & a Virgo ♍️ b4 & my ex was a Scorpio ♏️. & the guy w/middle name David mentioned in earlier 👂 posts, his bday is exactly a week b4 my ex bfs bday & he’s a libra ♎️, too. My best friends in college who I met in high school 🏫 are also exactly a week apart? I m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ about one friend’s bday 4 probably a unique problem due to where she was born but I’m not going to get into that. 6:42 am pdt Pisces ♓️ girls I think they’re different from Pisces ♓️ guys???? Gender matters???? 6:43 am pdt

6:47 am pdt maybe 🤔 I’m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️. Maybe 🤔 it’s only him? 6:48 am pdt

6:50 am pdt after “Brendan” ended things w/me online, after Xmas, & I was stuck w/ back to back classes w/Nick ironically, I think 🤔 that’s when I started feeling probably desperate? & feeling like I had to change myself for him? It was probably also after I had started falling for the other guy who ironically started dating someone else after not too long ago expressed interest in me probably the school 🏫 year b4 , b4 Valentine’s Day. 6:56 am pdt I have lousy timing ⏱. & it was him that was I guess my wake up call ☎️ that I was chasing the wrong guys. But now it doesn’t seem to matter. Bcz he rejected 🙅‍♂️ me, too, several times after dating her, even though she had moved to another state w/family & moved on to probably a more attractive guy. 7 am pdt I think 🤔 he had blonde 👱 hair & looked white? 7:01 am pdt there was another guy I could have dated but I messed that up 🆙 w/ a questionnaire chain letter. I had said I was not yet interested in dating him? I think 🤔 & I sent it to multiple people like I think the directions said to do , & I think 🤔 his feelings got hurt, maybe embarrassed? & then he acted like her never talked after that. & he found someone named Debbie not long after that. He was very pleasant to talk to & we liked similar music 🎶 I probably should have tried to date him. I was stupid. It was too easy for me to make bad decisions like that. Maybe 🤔 bcz of my head trauma???? 7:06 am pdt

7:14 am pdt (I have been almost putting pm instead of am all morning. Maybe it’s bcz incubus has been damaging my brain 🧠 again? 7:16 am pdt) burning 🔥 up 🆙 again. I also fell for a Gemini ♊️ Josh. 7:17 am pdt & I liked the Michigan guy by instant messaging he’s Aquarius ♒️. 7:18 am pdt

8:01 am pdt I think I need to write ✍️ a little more of what I remember about the guy on tv 📺 who lost a lot of weight rapidly enough to have a lot of loose hanging skin... I think 🤔 maybe there was a chance he was an athlete in the past bcz I think 🤔 he said he jogged miles a day. Running 🏃🏻‍♀️/jogging is hard. I even have doubt that I would or could do it all over again. Those hills 😞🗻🏔⛰🌄. Being prediabetic makes weight lose more challenging & a little unpredictable? Since (compared to 8:10 am pdt)middle school 🏫 years. 8:08 am pdt

[hoony-parker]

miss the kids, love the kids - s.h

a/n: a lil drabble for domestic!steve cuz i'm soft for him.

warnings: a mayor amount of fluff, tired steve and domestic!steve :) also, not proofread aksrfbq sorry

summary: you and steve moved out of hawkins, and he's having trouble with being away from the kids.

w/c: 0.6k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

part two here!

talk steve to me

it hadn't been too long since you and steve had moved in together. maybe an hour or two.

finally, finally, after everything that had happened with the upside down and saving enough money after taking extra shift after extra shift at the video store, you and steve had made it possible to move to a two-bedroom apartment in pennsylvania.

now, you and steve were both showered and in your pajamas, which consisted of steve's old basketball tees and his boxers. you were both seated in what later would be your living room, with your small tv in front of you, playing some shitty soap opera while you ate some crappy pizza you had bought in the pizzeria in front of the apartment building.

you hadn't had the time to get your table and chairs from steve's van, so here you were, sitting on the floor in your new home, eating pizza in the dark with only the light coming from the tv lighting up the room.

when you finished eating what you were sure was going to get you a stomach bug tomorrow, you went to your en-suite bathroom, doing your routine while steve waited on the mattress, still laying on the ground, for him to use the bathroom after you.

when you came back, using your hands to gather your hair to make a ponytail, your scrunchie between your teeth, you frowned at steve, who was sitting with his legs crossed and head hanging down, an almost invisible from the angle pout. "what'sh gotchu sho pfouthy?" you mumbled incoherently with the hairtie still in your mouth.

you finished up your ponytail, walking towards your boyfriend and croushing down in front of him, laying a hand in his that were locked together in his lap. "honey? you okay?"

steve huffed and turned to lay on his back, acting childishly by stretching his arms up and making grabby hands at you. you laughed and carefully laid on his chest, one of your hands supporting your body so you wouldn't potentionally crush your boyfriend, and the other went up to his hair, hands combing through the strands.

"will you tell me why your pretty face is lookin' all sad and moody, baby?"

he hugged you tighter and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and pressing kisses on the bare skin, making you hum contently. "i mhsh the kifs," he mumbled into your neck, and you giggled at the vibrations of his voice on your skin. "what was that, stevie?"

he groaned and broke away from the warmth of the crook of your neck, looking at you through hooded eyes and with a frown on his lips. you pecked his nose, getting his lips to twitch upwards your slightly. "you gotta tell me what's in that pretty, hairy, head of yours, harrington. that's how's gonna be from now on. no more hiding from each other, got it?" you squinted at him with a smile, and he mirrored your grin, though his was weaker.

"miss the kids," he told you. you pouted, throwing yourself to the side so you could lay on the bed, cuddling up to him with your arms around your neck.

steve laid his head between your brests, nuzzling into the soft skin of your chest and sighing when he got comfortable. "oh, baby," you cooed. "you know they're gonna finish highschool soon, right? and then they're gonna go to college somewhere near and they're gonna visit all the time, and they'll sleep here in our living room in sleeping bags, and we'll have sleepovers all the time," you went on, making his smile slowly grow on his face. he sighed, giving your covered breast a kiss.

"yeah, you're right."

"and remember, we always visit my family for the holidays, so we can just get together then," you reminded him. he nodded into your chest, hugging you tighter.

you pressed a kiss to his head. "get some rest, honey."

"g'night, sweetheart."

[professorrw]

Heeyyy can i make an eddie munson angst request?💔

Female reader has been in a relationship with Eddie for the last two years but breaks it off with him despite the fact that she still loves him

(She breaks up with him because she found out he is still selling drugs. Her best friend was an addict and had a really crappy time cuz of drugs and eventually it killed her and now reader can't tolerate the fact that eddie is into this world that killed her friend, she previously explained this to eddie that she sees dealing as helping vulnerable people to destroy themselves and eddie told her he'd stop (just cuz he didnt want to lose her) but she overhears eddie making a deal with someone and they have an argument and she tells him that she still loves him and doesn't wanna leave but she just can't mentally/emotionally deal with it)

this was so sad to write 😭

Title: Drug Dealer

Pairing: gender neutral reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: drugs, mention of overdose, fluff, breakup, angst

A/N: To hold you over while you wait for the next part of Cheerleader :) Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

You were not a fan of drugs. You just weren’t. You had tried them before for fun but have since vowed never again. You had your reasons. A very understandable reason. A little over two years ago, during your sophomore year of high school, your best friend Samantha overdosed. You knew she was doing drugs, and why too. She had started using hard drugs a few months before she died, and before you knew it she was addicted.

She stopped coming to school, she would ignore everyone, and she would stay at random peoples’ houses. You didn’t blame her, you blamed the drugs, and the people are her. Your classmates didn’t think the same way. Awful things were said about Sam at school. No one knew her like you did, so it pissed you off that they would talk about her. You missed her every day, and hoped that she was happy, wherever she was.

Your dislike of drugs was a problem during the beginning of your relationship with Eddie. At first you just tried to ignore the fact that he was a dealer. But it got to you after a while. One day after work Eddie was sitting at a table in his uncle’s trailer, sorting out baggies of weed. Your day had already been stressful, and seeing that made you break down. You dropped your bag on the floor and put your face in your hands, starting to sob.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he immediately stopped what he was doing. “Y/n, y/n baby, what is it?” he asked. He had stood up and put his hands on your upper arms. He leaned down to try to see you. “Baby what is it?” he asked again. You sniffled loudly and sucked up your sobs. As soon as you moved your hands from your face Eddie wrapped his arms around you. He put a hand on the back of your head and very slowly started rocking back and forth, something he did whenever you were upset. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear.

“Eddie,” you hiccuped, “please stop selling drugs. I-I can’t- It hurts me to be around it. You know how-how Samantha died.”

He kissed the side of your hair. “Okay. If that’s what you want, then I’ll stop. Anything for you.”

“Thank you.”

And that was that. He gave the rest of what he had to his dealer and didn’t buy anymore. He got a job at the music store to make up for what he had been making. Things were good after that. Or at least that’s what you thought.

It was a quiet Tuesday at the video store; you’d only had about four customers in the six hours you had been working.

“Ugh,” Robin groaned. “Let’s just go home. We can close up early. No one’s coming anyways.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. You and Robin locked up three hours early.

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel as you drove to Eddie’s trailer. He would be surprised and delighted to spend extra time with you. You could imagine the childlike glee on his face when he sees you.

When you pulled up you noticed an unfamiliar car parked outside. Just as you were turning your SUV off the front door opened. A guy you had seen before walked out, looking around and clutching what appeared to be a small bag in his hand. He spotted you and nodded in greeting. You narrowed your eyes at him. This guy was a very well known stoner in town. You gripped your steering wheel, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. “This cannot be happening,” you thought. 

Once the stoner drove off you had cooled your emotions just a tad, enough to think straight. Despite that, you were holding back tears. You stepped out of your vehicle, walked up to the door of the trailer and opened it. You walked to Eddie’s room, heart breaking with each step.

“Eddie,” you choked out when you saw him sitting on his bed with an open lunchbox. The same lunchbox he had stored his drugs in before he stopped nearly two years ago.

“Baby,” he said, standing up. He rubbed his hands on the sides of his jeans.

“Eddie,” you repeated. “Are you selling again?”

“I-” he looked pitiful. He looked ashamed.

“Just tell me,” you said, defeated.

“I am but-”

You cut him off, “That’s all I need to hear.”

“Y/n please,” he begged. He took steps closer to you and tried to get you to look at him but you took a step away from him.

“No. You know, you know, how I feel about that. I asked you to stop and you said you would. You lied to me. You disrespected me and my wishes.” Tears fell from your cheeks. Your heart was breaking into a million pieces. No matter how much you loved him, or how much it hurt, you just couldn’t. You couldn’t be around it.

“Y/n please, I love you. I love you more than anything. You came into my life and made it so much better. I can’t lose you.” Tears were forming in his own eyes, and it broke your heart even more.

You shook your head, lip quivering. “I love you too but I can’t, I just can’t handle it.”

You both stood there for a minute silently before you turned around and started to walk to the door. Eddie followed behind you. “Don’t go. Don’t leave, please,” he said, voice cracking.

“I don’t want to go. But- but I have to.” You picked up your bag and opened the front door. You turned back to look at Eddie one more time. He looked completely unlike himself. His eyes were red and his cheeks were glistening with tears. All his energy was gone. He looked deflated. You turned away before you could change your mind.

“I love you,” you heard him say as you shut the door. You quickly walked to your car, trying to get as much distance as possible between you two. You drove for a few miles before the tears were blinding. You pulled over in an empty parking lot and let it all out. Two years of your life had been spent with Eddie. An amazing two years. You thought that he was the love of your life; that you would be together forever, but it seemed like you were wrong.

[bluedemon1995]

“Why can’t you stop for just ONCE in your life?” Keith’s head hit the table and he covered his ears. Moaning out an almost silent“Dammit!”

Lance laughed, loudly giving his opinion. “My man, I am helping you. Seriously, it’s been over a year that I lost Allura. And, if I’m honest, my only regret is that I have is that I waited. Too long. And what are you doing?!? You’re wasting time!”

Keith uncovered his ears. Lance took that as a go on signal. Grinning, he kicked Keith’s foot and leaned forward to share his thoughts and the beginning of a plan. Well, scheme.

Two beers later, Keith was onboard. He had a location and plan. He would make his move. Then he whispered, “Is this even fair? I mean she has no clue that I-that I want-well, um you know. It’s like starting a war without -“

“Dude! No!!!! Haven’t you ever heard that all is fair in love and war! Now go find her at that crappy bar that she hid and ran to. Apparently she knows the owner from elementary school and feels safe there ‘cuz no one recognizes her there. Now, go get your girl!”

(This took place before the Pidge is sitting in a dark booth…that I wrote a while ago)

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Needed You Pt.2

Word Count: 1,864

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Derek Hale (brief), Reader

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight TW: mentions of abuse but nothing too graphic, small fluff

A/N: okay so like the ending was low-key rushed cuz i was losing inspo but would anyone care for a better part three?

Masterlist    Link to Part One

You sighed softly, resting your head against your locker as you winced slightly, feeling your ribs aching. The last time you talked to Isaac was nearly a month ago, and things hadn’t gotten any better for you. Your uncle’s problem only got worse, you didn't know what you should have expected. 

You were more than exhausted, you wanted to look for some way out, but couldn't. Everything became more and more difficult.

You sighed softly, closing your eyes before sniffling. You grabbed your books and closed the locker, backing away as you bumped into Isaac, jumping slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you immediately saw the red in his face as you clenched your jaw, noticing something was wrong. 

Even after all that time apart, you couldn't say that you didn't care about him, and couldn't read him. You could tell something was up.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said softly.

That was the first time you had spoken to him in a while, the first time he spoke to you.

You walked past him, holding your books to your chest. 

---

“I’m home,” you called once you entered the house, your eyes immediately watering from the stench of alcohol mixed with something you presumed to be drugs.

You ran your fingers through your hair, walking up to your room and shutting the door behind you. You didn't have much time to move in, most of your stuff was left at your old house, and the rest was still in boxes. You never fully unpacked.

You dropped your bag on the floor, picking up an old shoebox filled with pictures. You knew nothing in that box was going to be good for you, only causing you more and more pain than you were already in.

You looked through all the pictures, sitting on your bed as tears filled your eyes. Everything was so peaceful and happy for both of you then. Your mothers were still alive, you were still on talking terms. Every time he passed you in the hall, you could feel a part of you dying.

You looked through another box that you kept under your bed, labeled Isaac. It was a box of memories and materials the two of you shared. 

You noticed a small stuffed animal, you had a panda while he had a bear, with each other's initials carved into the feet. You looked at all the crappy artwork the two of you had done as kids while you let out a soft laugh, sniffling.

You stumbled past a small birthday present that you made for him earlier this year, but never had the chance to give it to him. It was a mini photo book, with pictures of the two of you. 

More and more tears welled up in your eyes as you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

You just wanted a break, you just wanted to go back.

You heard a loud noise as your heart jumped, opening your eyes as you stuffed everything in the box, throwing it back under the bed.

You could hear a few things dropping, meaning your uncle was awake. You dried your tears, quickly running out of your room and going to him.

---

“Scott, I have listened to everything you said and all I can feel is (Y/N) drifting further away from me!” Isaac groaned, leaning against the locker in the locker room.

“You're getting my advice mixed up with Stiles. I told you to just talk to her again, and apologize and be there for her,” Scott sighed.

“Every time I try to talk to her, she just gives me that look and next thing I know, I’m walking the other way,” Isaac explained.

“Well, then you need to push past those nerves and build up the strength to talk to her. Why don't you sit next to her during class or something?” Scott suggested.

Isaac sighed, before nodding.

“Fine. But if this doesn't work-”

“It will. Come on, the bell’s about to ring,” Scott put his lacrosse equipment into his locker before the two of them walked out of the room.

---

You sat in the car, looking at the bruises on your face as you clenched your jaw, letting out a soft breath. You just had to make it through the day, and then it was the weekend.

You grabbed your bag, exiting your car when you heard the bell ring, meaning you were late for class, but you didn't care at that point.

Meanwhile, Isaac sat at the table, looking around for you. Chemistry was one of your favorite subjects, he knew you would never be late on purpose. He could feel slight worry in his chest, as he heard the bell go off. A few seconds later, you walked through the door, while Isaac tensed up, immediately taking notice of your bruises and dimmed appearance.

You looked around the classroom, finding the only empty seat next to Isaac.

“C-Can I,” you started while he nodded his head.

You wrapped your arm around your stomach, closing your eyes tightly and taking a deep breath. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.

You could feel Isaac's stares on you while you tried to keep your focus on the board in front of you. The tensions were definitely high.

You could hear a small grunt as you looked at Isaac, seeing him gripping on the table hard as you frowned.

He let go of the table, grabbing his bag before storming out, earning confusion from the rest of the class. You saw Scott quickly get up, running after him.

---

“Isaac, calm down!” Scott said he was pushing Isaac back, holding him against the showers.

“They have bruises! (Y/N) has bruises! Their uncle is hurting them!” he yelled. His eyes were glowing yellow, while Scott kept him under the water, trying to calm him down.

“I know, Isaac! But you have to keep it under control! I know there’s a full moon tonight but you need to keep yourself under control or else you’ll end up hurting (Y/N)!” Scott yelled.

“I’ve been hurting them! I was supposed to be there for them, and be their best friend! All I've done in the past months is hurt them! I just want (Y/N) to be safe, that's all I want,” Isaac’s eyes lost their yellow, while he slumped back, letting out a soft cry.

All the pain from losing his best friend, alone with seeing them suffer every day was hitting him hard, and all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and tell you that it would be okay like you did for him.

---

“(Y/N),” your head shot up immediately, trying to look for the source of the voice calling your name as you walked out of the library.

It was only 9, but you were too tired to deal with any creep or weirdo Beacon Hills had to offer.

You continued to walk, before a man walked in front of you, stopping you.

“You need to come with me,” he said.

You frowned, before crossing your eyes.

“Why the hell would I do that?” you scoffed.

“Just listen to me,” he replied.

“No. Who even are you?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I'm Derek Hale, I’m Isaac's legal guardian and friend, and all I can tell you is that we need your help with Isaac,” he replied.

You felt your bones shake, hearing Isaac’s name.

“Fine,” maybe it was wrong to trust the stranger who claimed he knew Isaac, but your worry overfilled you instead.

You followed him to his car, before the two of you drove off.

---

“Isaac!” Scott held Isaac down, trying to keep him still while he attempted to get the chains.

The hair had grown from Isaac’s face, his eyes glowing yellow, along with his claws visible.

You followed Derek into the abandoned train station, feeling an uneasy feeling in your heart as you heard slight yelling.

“Scott,” Derek said, putting you in front of him.

“(Y/N), hey!” Scott had a small smile on his face, while you looked confused.

You could hear someone yelling in pain, immediately recognizing Isaac’s voice as you felt your heart racing.

Isaac put his hands over his head, yelling out as he tried to block out all noises.

You saw the claws, along with his eye color as you took a deep breath. Something was wrong. You pushed aside everything, focusing on your friend that needed your help.

“I-Is that Isaac?” you asked softly, while Scott nodded his head.

He led you in front of him, while you heard Isaac whimpering. You looked up at Derek and Scott, before turning your attention back to Isaac.

“Isaac?” you said softly.

He opened his eyes, before moving back, away from you.

“Isaac, it’s me,” you said again.

You could feel the fear and panic in your chest, while you tried to remain calm. Derek explained the bare minimum of the situation, while you thought he was crazy.

“(Y/N),” he cried.

You scooted closer, while he backed away once again.

“Stay away from me! I-I don't want to hurt you again,” his cries made your chest ache while you went closer to him, stroking his cheek.

He was frozen for a second, before you saw his class retracting, the hair on his face vanishing, resembling your best friend in front of you, eyes bloodshot and broken.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking you by surprise as you sniffled, eyes watering before you hugged him back.

You missed him more than anything in the world.

---

“So, werewolves are real,” you shook your head, while the two of you stood outside the train station, in the company of each other.

“Yeah…(Y/N), I just have to say-”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both said at the same time, before Isaac shook his head.

“I’m so sorry that I hurt you, and that I wasn't there for you, and for acting like a dick, and just for everything,”  he said.

“No, Isaac, you didn't deserve what I said about you. I’m sorry, and I’ve just missed you, so, so much,” he gave you a soft smile before hugging you once again.

You felt a feeling of safeness and security as you buried your head on his chest.

“Can we please be best friends again,?” he asked softly.

“Yes, of course,” you let out a weak laugh, pulling away from Isaac as you wiped away your tears.

He put his hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheek softly.

“Did you uncle do that?” he asked softly.

You have him a sad smile before the word yes fell from your mouth softly.

You saw his face drop, while he shook his head.

“Let me help you. We can get you out of there, and-” 

“No, Isaac,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)-” he started.

“I just need you to be there for me, okay?” the tears in your eyes reappeared as Isaac nodded softly.

“I love you, Lahey,” you buried your face in his arms again.

“I love you too, (Y/L/N).”

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[animesllut666]

HALLOWEEN 🎃

"Thank you."

Type: little (short) imagine

Characters: Jhope x GNreader

Warnings: None? Fluff? My attempt at fluff. Not proof read.

AN: I little thing, cuz I'm passing out candy. And a little kid ran back to the car screaming "SHE GAVE ME TWO HANDFULS AND THEN LET ME PICK SOME" and I died. But this is something, that I want in life, passing out candy while cozying up to someone I like while watching movies.

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"Did you see that lady bug costume for the baby?" Hoseok whinned out, scooting his feet along the floor as he set the bowl of candy down.

"Yes! And the tooth fairy? My heart exploded when he smiled an had some missing teeth, and then proudly told us he lost a tooth today?!" You shouted in joy, the smile on your face starting to hurt your cheeks.

Walking back to the couch, lifting up the blanket that was discarded at the sound of the knock on the door.

"Ya know, thank you," You told him, earning a questioning look from him, eyebrow raised at the sudden thanks towards him.

He shoved your shoulder with his own, "Come on Jagi, why the sudden thanks? I didn't show up all in glam, and grace you with my presence," He exclaimed, a slight blush showing up on both your faces. Shaking your head before speaking, "Well.. I've just always wanted something like this ya know? Passing out candy with someone I love, watching crappy horror movies with a soft blanket. Snacks around us, and just enjoying life, an each other time."

"JAGI! Y/N! MY LOVE!! THATS SO SWEET! AGGH!" He hollered in joy, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in towards him. Littering your face with kisses, at the sound of the faint knock on the door. You both jumped up, getting tangled in arms, legs and the blanket, giggled erupting from you both. Trying to get too the door in time for the trick or treaters.

He opened the door, while you grabbed the candy, the kids shouting 'Trick or treat!' the smiles on your faces spreading wide. "Oh look at you all!" You passed out the candy, while Hoseok was having a mini dance off with the little ballet dancer. "Thank you!" They shouted, as you closed the door and shut off the light. A kiss being pressed to your cheek, "Ya want to continue watching the movie?" He lightly gripped your wrist, pulling you down beside him.

"Thank you, I mean it." Pressing a kiss to his hand, telling Alexa to continue the movie. Snuggling into each other, him loosely throwing his arm across your front.

The smile on your face was from the crappy movie, the snacks scattered around on the table in front of you, and the screams of joy an laughs of excitement from the night. The best part?

Was snuggling next too your boyfriend, it was everything you imagined and wanted in life.

"I love you." A small kiss to the cheek.

"I love you too." A small peck to the crown of your head.

[normal-thoughts-official]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST IDEA. But may I also propose: Magnus cursed from a young age (probably bc of Asmodeus) that anyone who touches him is hurt by a blast of magic he can't control. (This may result in his mother's death). He locks himself away of his own will. Alec teaches then that it's fear that makes him lash out. Featuring: touch starved Magnus.

this idea is GENIUS actually and i love it. tbh me and my friend have a similar idea that we talk to each other about (lol) but it isn't a B&B thing, its more of an adventure AU. anyway, lets go!

so in this universe i guess magnus banished asmodeus like in the original sh verse but asmodeus cursed him with the "everyone you touch will be in indescribable pain" thing. maybe just as revenge, maybe to try and use it as bargaining chip because okay magnus, is it freedom that u want? u want to be able to have ur own friends and ur own life? fine. get me back, and ill leave u alone, and ull be free to have friends again. if not, ull be still isolated just like before. so is it gonna be win-win, or lose-lose?

but magnus doesn't budge because he knows that if he lets asmodeus free things will only get worse not only for him, but for the whole world. he is too dangerous to be out there. so, magnus resigns to his fate

and i guess in this version he wouldnt have a lot of close friends because he had been with asmodeus his whole life before he was cursed, so he was just. alone in his self-imposed isolation with no one to talk to. maybe he enchants the furniture so they gain sentience but they can't really feel pain, so at least he has someone to talk to. god im so fucking sad already

so is the furniture his friends in canon? im not entirely sure how i feel about that but also the idea of ragnor as that clock from the original movie is great. thats my most important thought on the subject ngl

btw its 4 degrees Celsius in here so im typing with gloves on so ull have to excuse my typos i am a mere brazilian and i want death

anyway okay so i guess his friends are like pieces of furniture that he spelled into sentience and they aren't his servants or anything cuz that's gross but they just like, hang out. wow im actually managing to type pretty well all things considered

so at least magnus has people to talk to but he's still touch starved because you know... a clock can't hug you and that'd just be weird. maybe them becoming sentient was an accident? lmao like magnus just wanted to automate some functions like having the clock talk to tell him the time or something and it turned out that they became sentient. possibly his magic is a little fucky because of the curse so that's why that happened? or maybe he just is way more powerful than he realizes and we all know he invented the spells he used to try and automate the things anyway. but if he gets people to talk to, well, he's not complaining

im focusing too much on this. anyway. id also like to note that im making rapha the cook/stove thing because i mean, come on. it's right there

and ok i guess alec comes into this because he uhhhhhh no u know i might go with that izzy thing. so izzy ran away from home because of maryse's bullshit and alec was sent to bring her back. so he was going after her but in the middle of the path there was the whole wolf attack thing that scared off his horse and LUCKILY magnus' house/tower/whatever was right next!!! so of course they take alec and his horse in but also WHOOPS there's a huge snowstorm that lasts for days (par the course for where magnus lives, actually. he DID want somewhere people would avoid. but also i think maybe his magic being fucky has something to do with it) so i guess alec is stuck at magnus' for the foreseeable future

which is HELL for magnus because he is terrified out of his mind that they will accidentally touch and alec will be hurt. and like.... his Constant Crave For Touch is already bad on a regular day, but having someone who could actually hug him in theory just makes it worse, you know? he hasn't interacted with other human beings in so long, just having one there is enough to make his need for touch almost unbearable and just... completely constant. it's hell

so magnus is scared, which means that he keeps to himself. so he tells alec not to go into his room, he tries not to eat at the same time, and other stuff like that, bUT his friends keep sabotaging his plans because they want him to have another friend, jesus christ!! (rapha being like "come on now magnus, you don't want my soup to get cold, do you? i'll be deeply offended. i guess you have no choice but to eat with alec". so magnus goes but the first thing he does is magic his regular table into a gigantic rectangular table with 41908410 seats and seat on on the side opposite to alec. alec just sighs

so like he's constantly coming across as rude because he is trying to avoid alec, alec just doesn't know why

but alec is also a stubborn bitch who goes stir crazy and refuses to just sit around isolated doing nothing while they wait for the stupid storm to finally be over so he can go get his sister. and magnus saved his life, so it's the least he can do to repay him in some way. besides, this is what, the first time that he's been completely away from his mom? for such a long time too? and he's finding that he feels... weirdly free and just relieved and he doesn't want to waste that opportunity with standing idly around alone all day. he had enough of that at home, thank you very much

besides yeah magnus is being rude but alec is used to straight up assholes and abusers (jace. i'm talking about jace. also maryse ofc but mostly jace) and magnus is not that. in fact he makes very polite conversation and is actually pretty fun during dinner, all things considered. he's just.... super private, i guess

AND magnus' friends are all being a nightmare with the making them interact so you know. they end up interacting. and alec makes it a point to help him take care of his house because it is a certified Depression Lair™. magnus can take care of it magically but it's like... so dark and almost suffocating at times and there is stuff like bad painting and piping problems that he never bothered to fix because it isn't affecting the functionality too much but it DOES makes life harder and alec "everything must be at 100% always" lightwood is not here for it so for a few days they are working on fixing the house and... magnus actually feels a lot better when the place has actual sunlight and looks inviting and like a home, he has to admit. when he says that to alec it might be the first time he's given him a real smile and man, is alec smitten

sidenote i guess this means that magnus doesn't exactly... dress well in this au lmaoo i mean it makes sense too because canonically magnus uses dressing up as a way to convey an image of power and untouchability and he doesn't really need that in this AU since he is completely isolated. so i guess he is a bit more like twi magnus - bare-faced and wearing comfortable clothes and the like. this isn't a twi au i'm just saying that it makes more sense for him to dress like that in that context

anyway. after the whole house fixing thing, they officially become friends. it turns out that alec also knows a bit about what it's like to feel isolated and touch-starved (altho he's always had izzy to help in that department, but still) and also what crappy parents are like. magnus shows alec his little mirror that he's enchanted to be able to show him anything he wants and how he uses it to be able to see all the places in the world he'd like to visit - he loves people, he loves culture, and sometimes it's all he can do to watch what's going on in Mumbai and it makes him feel a little better, so, he does that. he also admits that sometimes he catches on some drama happening and uses the mirror to see the people involved and make sure they are okay. kinda like a soap opera of his own but he has the means to interfere and help because of magic, so he will have someone who's struggling with money suddenly find hidden cash or have an "unknown dead relative" give them a lot of money in their will, or something like that. and if he also watches some of their personal drama that unfolds, well. he is lonely and it's not hurting anyone

but magnus doesn't tell him about the curse, and he still makes sure to keep his distance. it stings a little to alec, but it hurts magnus the most because fuck, maybe he just desperately needs someone who will give him the time of day, but he likes this guy and that only makes it harder to keep his distance. he makes it a point to always be at at least two arms length from alec, which alec thankfully respects and doesn't try to get him to breach, but. shit. it's still so hard to not want to just rest his head on his shoulder or get a hug or even fucking touch pinkies like stupid children and he can't. alec even once jokingly suggests that they have a ball since magnus doesn't know how to dance and magnus is actually excited for a second before he remembers that he can't, it would have to mean that alec touches him, and he can't

someone - maybe ragnor - even suggests that maybe he could try gloves and heavy clothing so alec isn't really touching him but magnus refuses to try because he doesn't want to risk it not working and alec getting hurt, because he'd never forgive himself. besides, getting a taste would only make it hurt more. he can't. he can't

but it's alright because at least he has some human company - he loves his friends, he does, fiercely, but it's different when they kind of have no choice but to be with him and also are enchanted creatures. he doesn't even know if they aren't nice to him just because he enchanted them into life, even tho to be fair if he had a choice ragnor wouldn't be that grouchy - and alec makes him laugh and gets him and helped make his place feel more like home, a little bit. and he can pretend that he feels the warmth from alec's body when they are sitting by the fire and feed these crumbs to his desperate need for touch and company

and then the snowstorm ends and it's time for alec to go

honestly, alec himself is kind of heartbroken, but- he loves his sister, and he can't just leave her alone in god knows where, even if he dreads the thought of coming back home now that he's been away from his family for so long. but magnus doesn't want to keep him, and doesn't want alec to feel pity for him, so he's all but pushing alec out of the door (not literally, of course. he can't do that, it would mean touching him) all "go, go, you never know when another storm might start. go see your sister. take my mirror, you can find her more easy". and alec's all "but it's been the only thing-" and magnus waves him off, of course, all "i can always make myself another one. besides, you'll have something to remember me by. now go"

so.... alec goes

and hooo boy magnus is heartbroken and a mess because even tho he knew how much having someone else there helped he had almost forgotten what it was like to be the only human in the house. he just feels extra lonely and even kind of bad about it because hey, his friends are there - not that they begrudge him for it, of course. it's not like they don't also hope for the chance to get out of the house and do other things, but well. they can't. so they understand him. and they know how awful he's feeling right then, but what can they do?

meanwhile alec finds izzy pretty quickly - she's living with this one insufferable villager named clary that alec absolutely can't stand, but- she's happy. and she doesn't want to come back, which alec expected, but he finds that he can't actually insist for her to come back. how could he, when he himself doesn't want to go?

and izzy insists that he stays with her - there's no reason for him to come back. they can stay in the village, and work, and build a life for themselves. alec is the only thing she's been missing ever since she left, and in here the both of them can actually be happy. and do it together, like they're meant to

and when he first gets into the village is the first time since izzy ran away that he was hugged and fuck, it's hard to say no to her

but also... he misses magnus already

and he doesn't know if he can just stay and leave him behind

and of course izzy is like "who is magnus?" so alec tells her the story, how he was attacked by wolves and rescued by this house that miraculously was in the middle of the single most inhospitable placealec had ever seen in his life. and the kind but wary stranger who always keeps his distance but seems so eager for connection, who made alec feel welcome and laugh and feel like he built a life for himself there

and clary tells him that she's heard of the story, but she never knew it was more than a legend - no one really remembers what happened. some say that magnus made a sacrifice to rid the village of a demon, and it turned him into a beast, forever locked in his castle. some say that he himself is the demon, and it's the tower that's containing him and keeping the village safe. some even say that he died battling the demon, and it's his ghost that keeps watch on the tower

she wants alec to explain which one is true, but it's all alec can say that none of these are right and he knows nothing because magnus never told him. all alec knows is that he doesn't want to leave magnus behind

and clary is like... well, if he's not a demon or a ghost, maybe we could bring him to the village too. he has magic, right? he could bring the tower closer. and maybe the other villagers could, you know, visit him and hang out. and he wouldn't be as lonely, and then alec and izzy could both stay

driven by this failproof plan, they decide to go back to magnus and tell him their great idea

except they are IDIOTS and forget about. you know. the damn wolves

and like holy shit is this pack big or what? like no seriously why are there infinite wolves in that one singular pack in beauty and the beast. like holy shit dude there's more wolves near the beast's house than in the whole yellowstone park

anyway there are Many Wolves and while alec is a good archer, izzy is a fantastic fighter, and clary is Fucking Crazy if you give her something stabby, there's only so many wolves they can take on at the same time

good thing magnus is a pining idiot who did in fact make himself another magic mirror and was watching alec with it. so he knows that the dumbass is in trouble and for the first time in years, he uses the portal (his own invention, and he had never gotten to use it before!) to get to them and fight off the wolves

so magnus saves all their lives, at the cost of getting severely injured and passing the fuck out. izzy, who's the one closest, runs to get to him and help put him on one of their horses... and is immediately hit by a blast of magic that almost makes HER pass tf out too

which is when they finally learn that, oh. that is the curse

izzy is fine, of course - the pain ended as soon as she was away from magnus

but it does pose the problem of How The Fuck Are They Getting Him Back To Safety, because they can't exactly wait for magnus to wake up (it's freezing, for starters) but with this amount of pain it won't be physically possible for them to hoist him up and get him on the horse. shit, will the curse work on the horse?

they bring alec's horse (by far the strongest of them because alec is huge buff mcgee) and try to get him to touch magnus and the spell does NOT work on the horse because in order to be dramatic asmodeus was like "you shall never feel human touch again" when he cast the spell, which accidentally gave a LOOPHOLE for non-human animals. so magnus could have had cats the whole time, which he had always dreamed of, but he didnt want to risk testing. besides, his house would be a poor environment for a cat and [self torture noises]

anyway thats one less problem to deal with, 99 to go, so they use some ropes to hoist magnus on top of the horse and bring him back to the tower (it's closer than the village) so they can tend to his wounds. thankfully, as the assigned Big Brother of a very irresponsible izzy, alec has experience with first aid, altho he never really dealt with anything quite this bad. and magnus' friends help, too, as much as they can. inevitably this means that alec ends up touching him even if by accident sometimes, but he knows what to expect so he Powers Through It because he won't let magnus die, damn. and as horrible as that is alec has experience with powering through pain, so. he's gonna bandage him up god damn it

izzy can't stand to see him dealing with that himself tho, so she helps, and clary ends up helping as well because they figure sharing the pain makes it easier and alec doesn't have to be too hurt. minimal touching accidents for alec! good

*narrator voice* And Then Magnus Wakes Up And Alec Hugs Him

full on launches on top of him and brings him into his arms and Magnus screams like NONONO OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALEC NO GET OFF ME YOU'LL BE HURT and his shock and distress at the whole thing sends another whole blast of magic that explodes that whole mf before it can touch alec and alec feels no pain and magnus is like.............. did i just COUNTER the spell? and everyone's like well! it looks like u did!

which earns him ANOTHER hug (oh my god alec stop he's so stressed out by this) (who knew alec was so touchy?) and this time he's paying attention to that gut reaction and because magnus is a Certified Magic Genius he realizes what it is that he's doing to counter the spell and immediately starts working on a way to turn this into unhexxing himself for good

which he DOES after some time idk how long but alec stays with him meanwhile and maybe izzy and clary do too, because magnus needs all the company he can get and besides, izzy has always wanted adventure and clary has never left the village before, so this is interesting to them at least. and magnus gets to meet new ppl which is nice

eventually the Begone Spell spell is performed and it works and turns out that when it does that it also unfucks magnus' magic and perfects his sentience spell turning all of his friends into humans WOW WHOD HAVE THOUGHT. so all of them are free to leave the tower as ppl at the same time and GROUP HUG!! and magnus cries like a baby in the group hug because holy shit hes been needing something like this so bad for so long and he never expected to have that with his friends but here he is :)

and then yeah they all move to the village to live a simple but fulfilling life and Magnus and Alec start living together in a little cottage and become husbands the end <3 this is so long too rip me

[nuglet669]

So I’ve lived in different areas around my city and it’s amazing how the kids who’re financially well-off wanna live in the hood. I’ve never lived in the hood but I’ve visited there for family and have friends who’ve lived there. I currently live in a poor area (still not the hood) and I can’t even believe it.

You corny ass rich kids wanna live that hood lifestyle until...

you’re living off food stamps or sum bad takeout from the food deserts cuz they don’t got yo boujee ass supermarkets over here

you can’t go to the public parks past a certain time because of gang activity, if you can at all

the closest thing you have to trees or plant life is the weeds growing through the metal fences and the one potted plant someone put out

you gettin jumped and mugged for all your money

you living on the streets since the rent in your area got too expensive and you can’t afford it

your school curriculum is 3 months behind your prior school because your current school is so underfunded they can’t even get new textbooks

your school is poorly managed and dirty because no one wants to work there. not even a janitor

your schools don’t offer all your desired electives because again- no one wants to work at your schools, you’re understaffed. i am speaking from experience here, if you like choir or want to take another language besides Spanish... good luck with that.

the sidewalks in the area are deteriorating. If you have sidewalks at all

the areas are overpoliced and you got red and blue lights flashing in your window while you’re trying to sleep. oh and you hear sirens all night long

you can’t tell if that loud popping sound was from gunshots or fireworks.

you go missing and the police don’t bother to investigate because they just see you as a hood rat and don’t value your life (bonus points if you ain’t white, you’re fucked lil homie)

you’re drinking unfiltered tap water cause the filters too expensive. and in my state the water quality is bad enough for everyone so the tap water might as well be poison.

you can’t afford the gas bill so you’re taking cold showers in the winter or boiling hot water on the stove to bathe.

your mattress is on the floor

you’re rooming with people you don’t even like just so you don’t have to pay full rent

the parks are filled with homeless people who have no where else to go. And based on the way you rich kids talk about homeless people you’d hate this the most.

you experience that deep pain comes up in your chest whenever you see someone who can shop past the clearance section, who has access to better food, who doesn’t have to worry about their younger siblings fallin in with the wrong crowd and ruining their lives. or when you’re in school working two part time jobs and with no time for yourself just to make money for your family and put food on the table. real food not just fast food. that ache of hopelessness in your situation or that things will ever get better.

Y’all wanna be thugs cuz you want that street cred and you wanna look hard. I mean why else would you be posting your Daddy’s hand gun on your Snapchat story? But the second you gotta shoot a nigga down you wanna cry. Second you gotta rob a gas station, deal hard drugs (not just marijuana) to addicts, or jack someone’s car you wanna wuss out. Nah- this is what being a thug entails. And by the way, real thugs don’t post their guns on their socials. Cuz their guns are murder weapons.

And this one is specific to the rich girlies but... y’all don’t seem to understand what being a ride or die really is. This ain’t sum Bonnie and Clyde type shit. A ride or die isn’t just you dealing with crappy in-laws, your significant others lifestyle can actively danger or harm you both physically and mentally. So no, you don’t want to be a ride or die...

TLDR; you rich kids don’t actually want to live out the real thug life or live in the hood. You like the idea of it without all the baggage and the sad reality of it.

[earlysunsetsoverambrose]

Kodachrome (5/5)

Sinclairs x f!Reader

Warning: Cursing

It was coming up on six o’clock in Ambrose. You and Lester made it back about half an hour ago and settled in to wait for Bo and Vincent to return. They arrived around fifteen minutes after you.

Bo was now smoking out of a cracked window, insisting it was too hot to stand outside but knowing you didn’t like the smell lingering in the house. He was still in his long-sleeved uniform. You knew better than to tell him to change or roll up his sleeves at least, but you wanted him to be comfortable. There was no way he wasn’t dying from the way he was sweating through it. It was better to let him make that call on his own, however; and to not utter a single word about it in the rare case he actually did decide to change.  

Vincent was sitting up on the couch sketching with Jonesy taking up the other half. He ditched his sweater, wearing an old tank instead. He also had his hair pulled up from his neck in a loose ponytail, but still wore his mask.  

Lester – who had all but tossed his hat and over shirt across the room upon returning home – was helping you in the kitchen, distributing the sweet tea and lemonade. He took Vincent a glass of lemonade before settling himself on the floor with his own glass of sweet tea. You followed close behind with Bo’s sweet tea and a lemonade for yourself.

“It’s not a beer, but it’s still good.” You said as you approached Bo. He stubbed out his cigarette and took the glass from you.

“I suppose it’ll do.” Bo said, feigning a sigh of disappointment. He took a few sips and glanced at the glass and back to you, “Damn, if that isn’t good.”

“Glad you approve.” You said as you took a drink of your lemonade.  

“So, you take any good pictures after I kicked you to the curb?” Bo asked

“In fact, I did. No thanks to you.” You said cheekily, glancing at your camera and photographs that you had set on the pool table “I’m going to fill an album with my cheesy, crappy pictures and you know what I’m going to do after that?”

“I gotta know.” Bo deadpanned

“I’m going to fill another.” You said eagerly “And another and so on, so forth.”

“If that’s what gets you outta bed in the mornin’.” Bo said with a shrug. Before you could fire back, a rumble from outside interrupted you. You and Bo looked outside to see storm clouds suddenly rolling in above your little town, “God damn it.”

“What? It’s just a little rain.” You said with excitement, “Might even cool things down a little.”

“I just repainted the fence in front of the apartments. I’m gonna have to fuckin’ do it all again.” Bo huffed

“Don’t worry about it right now, Bo. I’ll help you redo it, if you want.” You offered, “We’re having fun, no need to get worked up.”

“Whatever.” Bo said glaring out the window, willing the clouds away. With that, the rain started falling, tapping on the roof and walls of the home.

“It’s not so bad. I love the rain!” you said trying to lift his spirits.

“What’s there to love? The humidity? The flooding? The leaks in the roof?” Bo asked sarcastically.

“C’mon, didn’t you ever run around in the rain as a kid? Roll around in mud puddles?” You asked.

“No, ‘cuz I didn’t grow up in a pigpen.” Bo snarked, “And if I tracked mud in the house, my old man woulda killed me. He hated mess.”

You set down your glass and made your way out the door and onto the steps. All three Sinclair brothers looked after you, curious to know what you were getting up to now. You stuck your hand out into the downpour, catching the warm droplets as the nostalgia of the summer rain from your childhood struck your senses. You turned around to find the brothers gathered at the door way looking at you with confusion. The look on their faces was a harsh reminder than none them had the same childhood memories you did; they never got the chance. Well, now was as good a time as ever to change that. You dashed back into the house, the brothers parting as you darted up the stairs. You returned with the portable radio from your room. You stared back at the Bo, Vincent, and Lester.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to put on some music and we’re all going to run around in the rain like we’re little kids again, got it.” You practically ordered, “We’re going to have fun.”

“I’m in!” Lester chimed in ecstatically, “It’s gotta beat sittin’ ‘round sweatin’!”

“No fuckin’ way.” Bo refused flat out, “That really what you call fun growin’ up?”

“Yes, because it is fun.” You argued, “What about you, Vincent?” he looked down at the ground, twiddling his fingers, unconvinced. “Well, I can’t make you do anything, but I’m going outside and I’m going to have a blast.” You said determinately. You pushed past the brothers and stopped at the door, “C’mon, Jonesy!”

Jonesy leapt up from the couch and launched herself outside, ahead of you. You could always count on her and Lester. You fiddled with the dial of your radio, quickly tuning in to a classic rock station, Creedence Clearwater Revival lighting up the airwaves. You turned the radio all the way up and set it to the side on the stairs, still under cover from the rain. You quickly yanked Lester outside, both of you laughing as the rain met your skin. You tapped Lester on the shoulder,

“You’re it!” you declared, darting away with Jonesy, screaming as you put distance between you and Lester. After only a second to process, Lester ran full speed behind you, determined to catch up. You and your canine companion ran in big circles, to avoid getting tagged back. The bombardment of raindrops, smacked against your skin, running into your eyesight, “C’mon, Jonesy, keep running or he’ll catch us!”

“Got ya!” Lester lightly smacked the back of your neck before turning on a dime and speeding away from you, “Gotta be faster than that, Y/N!”

“I’ll show you fast!” you called wiping the rainy haze from your eyes as you sprinted after him with Jonesy barking her support. You nearly had him multiple times, but he always managed to abruptly alter his course, just out of your reach. You never knew Lester could be so elusive. Despite all the fun, your lungs already burned and you were already slowing down. As Lester got father away, you glanced down at Jonesy, “I don’t think I can go on! Avenge me, Jonesy!” you said dramatically as you patted her on the head, “You’re it, Jonesy, go get him! Get Lester!”

Jonesy barked in understanding, speeding up to catch Lester. You jogged after them as you witnessed Jonesy rear back on her hind legs and push Lester from behind, forcing him to the ground before attacking him with kisses.

“Good girl!” you praised as you caught up to them, catching your breath, “You got him!”

“She got me alright!” Lester laughed through the slobbery assault.

Vincent and Bo watched the game unfold from the staircase. Through it all, Vincent had made his way to the edge of the rainfall and put his hand out like you had done just moments ago.

“Just look at those two, laughin’ like idiots.” Bo said with a shake of his head as he crossed his arms. He glanced at his twin to see him eyeing the rain with curiosity, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna start too.”

Vincent looked back with a sheepish glance before turning around to see you helping Lester to his feet. He tilted his head as he watched you instruct his younger brother to copy the way you looked up at the sky and held out your arms, spinning around and around until you both fell on your butts. The sound of both of you laughing cut through the rain and the music. You were having so much fun together.

“Good God, they’ve finally lost it.” Bo quipped.

“I heard that, Bo!” you shouted, pushing away the hair that stuck to your face, “You know that could’ve been you that shoved Lester to the ground, but you missed out!”

“C’mon, Bo! Don’t ya wanna wrestle, for old times’ sake? Or are ya ‘fraid of losin’?” Lester taunted

“Fuck no.” Bo stated. You, Lester and Jonesy made your way to the staircase, still standing in the rain.

“How about you, Vincent? Change your mind?” you asked pleadingly. Vincent’s eye darted between you, the rain, and Bo. “Please, for me? Just for a little while?” Vincent glanced back at Bo who rolled his eyes,

“Hey, don’t let me stop you from makin’ a fool of yourself.” Bo said with a wave of his hand, “Be my guest.”

“Every party needs a pooper, Bo!” You teased as you drew Vincent into the rain party. Bo scoffed as he lit up another cigarette, continuing to watch from his sheltered spot.

As the rain fell over Vincent, he held his hands out to catch the drops, looking up at the storm clouds. There was something refreshing about standing in a rain like this. It wasn’t like getting caught in a storm and freezing from the cold winds behind it. It was warm and comforting, like the season of summer was wrapping him in its embrace.

“See, it’s not so bad, right?” your voice drew Vincent from his daze. He nodded in agreement,

“Never thought of rain like this.” He said softly

“Things like rain can always turn into fun if you’re with the right people.” You told him with a sweet smile.

As puddles began to form, Jonesy started zooming through them with Vincent jogging in tow, splashing you and Lester in their wake. You two were distracted trying to catch raindrops on your tongues, giggling every time you were successful. It was only a few moments later you saw Bo move to the edge of the rain and glance up at the clouds. You turned to face him,

“Come on, Bo!” you begged

“If ya’ll wanna make assholes of yourselves, that’s fine! I told you to leave me out of it!” Bo shouted back, digging his heels in and turning his back to all of you to finish his cigarette in peace. You grumbled to yourself.

“Hey, I got a way to get Bo to play along.” Lester whispered.

“This won’t end in either of you getting maimed or put him in a foul mood will it?” you asked cautiously.

“No promises, but Bo’s always in a bad mood, anyway.” Lester said with a mischievous grin, “I used to do this all the time when we was kids. Used to dander him up real quick. Watch this.”

“Wait, Lester!” you called in a hushed voice. He ignored you as he silently crept up behind his oldest brother as you prayed for his safety and Bo’s mercy. You bore horrified, silent witness as Lester drew closer to Bo, stopping just behind him. Without hesitation, Lester smacked Bo across the back of the head, lurching him forward, before hauling ass. Bo did a double take, not realizing what just happened until he registered Lester’s retreating figure. His face twisted in scowl as his face turned bright red, as he threw down his cigarette.

“You get the fuck back over here, you smelly bastard!” Bo shouted as he ran after his younger brother, “I’m gonna rip your arm off and smack you across the head, see how you like it! I swear to Christ I will!”

“I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me, Bo! I’m just a boy!” Lester called back through his fit of hysterical laughter. Threat of physical dismemberment or not, Lester was having a grand old time. They continued to yell back and forth through their game of chase.

“Wait! Bo! Lester!” you cried as you followed after them with Vincent, “Bo, don’t hurt your brother!” You were pretty sure Bo wasn’t as angry as he said he was. If he really wanted to kill Lester, he wouldn’t be shouting so much.

Bo finally caught up to Lester in the grass and tackled him into the mud. The two of them wrestled, trying to get the other in a headlock first, rolling all around a mudpuddle. You and Vincent caught up and watched from the sidelines. Part of you wanted to stop them so neither of them would get hurt, but the other part wanted to see how this played out. Bo eventually got the upper hand, shaking Lester back and forth by his shirt.

“Wait, wait! Bo! Stop, please!” Lester pleaded, “Just let me say somethin’!” Bo stopped his literal shakedown, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

“What?” he hissed angrily.

“I hope ya like pie.” Lester said with a deep breath in.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Mud pie!” Lester screeched as he hurled a huge wad of mud directly in Bo’s face, knocking off his hat. You and Vincent’s hands flew to your mouths. Lester used the initial shock to scurry out of Bo’s grip to just a few feet in front of him. There had never been a moment more fragile, nobody dared say anything. Silence never seemed so loud before. Bo slowly moved his hands to his eyes and scooped away the mud with a violent flick of his hands. It was so funny, but you were too scared to laugh. He looked so mad that he hadn’t seen that one coming. Bo’s blue eyes peaked out from the brown of the mud as he shifted his dangerous glare on Lester again. The youngest Sinclair practically gulped with a nervous smile, “No hard feelins?”

As Bo pounced once more, you and Vincent jumped up. Vincent tried to hold Bo back while you did what you could to release his grip on Lester’s ankle. While you two struggled to keep them at bay, Lester and Bo kept flinging handfuls of mud at one another. All of you yelling over one another the whole time. Vincent quickly lost his grip on his twin from the slick mud and rain covering both of them now. Bo swiftly swiped up another handful of mud, reeling back with reckless abandon and zero aim, thus whipping you directly in the face. The force knocked you back as you sputtered through the dirt in your mouth and eyes.

All grappling ceased with gasps from all three of brothers. Vincent slowly moved toward you with his hands out, trying to see if you needed help. You caught a glimpse of their concerned faces through the muddy haze. In reality, you were biting back a smirk as you were about to get retribution. You started violently rubbing at your eyes,

“Ow, ow, my eyes! It hurts! I can’t see!” you feigned helplessness, adding a waver to your voice for effect. They were all on their feet in an instant. Vincent came up next to you and tilted your head up to the rain to try to help flush your eyes. Lester patted your shoulder to comfort you, telling you not to panic. Bo grabbed your wrists from your face,

“Shit, Y/N!” he said, frustration masking the guilt, “Stop rubbing at ‘em, you’re gonna make it worse. Let me see.”

“No! This is your fault!” you said, screwing your eyes tighter.

“Don’t be a brat, let me take a look!” Bo ordered. With that, you opened your eyes and snapped your head forward with an evil smirk. “What the h-”

Without warning, you tackled him back into the mudpuddle, startling all three brothers. With Bo stunned for the second time that evening, you scooped up all the mud you could hold and plopped it on his face.

“Suck mud, Sinclair!” you yelled with wicked laughter. Bo sat up, knocking you over,

“You little shit!” he fumed “You play dirty!”  

“I play to win, old man!” you boasted. Bo got up, ready to attack again, before Lester joined the fray once more, piling more mud onto his older brother’s hair. Bo yanked Lester from behind him and hooked an arm around his neck.

“I can take both of you, bring it on!” Bo proclaimed as he dunked Lester’s head in the mud over and over. You wrapped your arms around Bo’s broad shoulders and tried to drag him back down into the mud with you, a difficult feat as he was twice your size, “The hell are you tryin’ to do? Choke me out?”

“If it’s death by mud for one, is death by mud for all!” you shouted through your struggle. Jonesy started running around the three of you, caking all of you in splashes of mud.

Vincent didn’t know whether to be amused or distraught at the spectacle before him. At least you weren’t actually hurt. Watching you all squabble while Bo struggled between keeping Lester in a headlock and all your weight pulling him backwards was sight to be seen. He could have never predicted this was how his day would end. He tilted his head and watched, knowing better than to get involved. He got hit with a few rogue mud pies, but he wasn’t too bothered about it since he was already a mess from trying to hold back Bo. It seemed he was the only adult living with three children.

Eventually the three of you wore yourself out by the time you were pretty much caked in mud from head to toe. You, Bo, and Lester ended sitting in the mud puddle, too tired to continue the scuffle. You were leaning back on your hands, Lester was laying back completely, and Bo was sitting back on his knees. The rain, now more of a light drizzle, washed a little of the mud away, but not much. You all glanced at one another, taking in your ridiculous states and couldn’t help but laugh at yourselves. You and Lester started another fit of hysterics as Bo cracked a smiled. Vincent even chuckled under his mask.

“See, now wasn’t that fun?” you asked them as you all continued to laugh. It was a successful mud fight if ever there was one.

“Yeah, loads. I love havin’ mud and dirt in my ass crack.” Bo snorted as he stood up from the puddle, searching for his hat.

“I thought it was a riot, Y/N!” Lester disagreed as he stood up as well “Can’t believe we didn’t try this sooner. Most fun I’ve had in some time.”

“Did you have fun, Vincent?” you asked

“Yes. Messy, though.” He rasped, taking in the mud that had left Jonesy’s fur completely brown. He looked back at you saying, “It was nice.”

“I wanted you all to have fun for a little while. Thought you all deserved a break.” You said as Vincent and Lester hauled you up from the mud.

“Well, personally, I’m all funned out.” Bo said sarcastically as he placed his hat back on his head “And next time you actually hurt yourself, I’m not gonna do a thing about it. Make you think twice ‘bout cryin’ wolf.”

“I was just getting even with you for smacking me in the face. But I’m sorry if I worried any of you.” You said  

“Fine, I suppose we’re even, in that case. Just don’t do it again.” Bo said with a wave of his hand, unconcerned with the whole ordeal, “Now, let’s go home. I need another cigarette since someone made me drop my other one.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go back.” You agreed.

As you all made your way back to the front of the house, the trickle gave way to a light mist. The comforting smell of raindrops hanging on the cedar trees enveloped your senses; bringing with it a unique kind of serenity. The radio was still going strong. Bo leaned up against the staircase and lit another cigarette from the pack he’d thankfully left behind from the mud war. Vincent sat on the top stairs with Jonesy, starting to wipe off her paws with an old rag from the porch. Lester popped inside the house to grab his sweet tea before returning outside and descending the stairs again to make idle conversation with Bo. You were sitting in silence next to Vincent and Jonesy, taking it all in.

Your attention was pulled to the radio as a different song started up. You recognized it. It was that old Paul Simon song ‘Kodachrome.’ Far too serendipitous to be ignored. You jumped up from your seat and ran back inside for your camera, none of the boys concerned with your disappearance. You came back to stand in the doorway and pointed your camera at the brothers.

“Everyone say: Cheesy, Crappy Photos!” you chirped. They all looked up at you. Bo with a half-annoyed, half-amused glance. Lester beaming with an enthusiastic wave. Vincent content and comfortable, sitting with Jonesy pulled up in his lap. With an infamous click, your camera printed out the picture and you set it face down by the others on the pool table. You returned to sit back on the porch, camera still in hand. The Paul Simon song echoed through the summer air.

Kodachrome They give us those nice bright colors They give us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah I got a Nikon camera I love to take a photograph So mama, don't take my Kodachrome away

Well, unlike Mr. Simon, you didn’t have Kodachrome film or a Nikon camera, but you did have a Polaroid and a fire under your ass. Maybe you were romanticizing this whole thing too much, maybe these photographs wouldn’t mean a thing, but you didn’t care. Moments like these deserved to be remembered in color, for all they’re worth. Bo, Vincent, and Lester deserve to have good days that they want look back on. If there was a chance just one photo could give that to them, you had to try.

So, if a picture is worth a thousand words, there were a billion things you were going to tell them.

[the-firebird69]

There are many things to be said but this morning is indicative of what these idiots are doing it's not a project and they ran on people who are doing it including themselves and they try and dump the project out for some reason they don't want to do it and John remillard says why are you doing that let me say we're not robots and we don't want that s*** and he started yelling I don't think you understand what you've done I started listing all the stuff off it says and you haven't touched that guy's stuff at all and he said man they know what it means it goes up and it goes are you a man and it's not really this is what does that mean s I'm more like a lake I don't have all these robots that I had last time the last phrase you don't have any you had the last time he goes I know how it sounds I didn't have those last time either those weren't mine even though my guys were in there running them controlling them they're under the influence of John remillard. John Reynolds face turned pale white he's been sitting there saying it still works there's nothing wrong with it and these a****** retards of his have been following him around saying what still works John so I'll sudden he was horrified he was horrified and said I'm being attacked because of what I'm saying and doing calling and crappy you dumb so so trying to remember Lord is getting beat up the whole time he's saying this stuff he said this guy is sitting here doing it right now they look over and he's doing it and he's going how are you doing that cuz I'm sending it over there over there there's a couple beacons because of beacons and it's cuz you're saying it at some point it's not true it says if it's so he can find his way out the accesses them and they provide ways out of the situation so all the sudden he said I don't really need to explain all this to everybody starting to kind of move out kind of quick and then and they said this you having him make that stuff again I am not making that stuff and is banging the table a little and people are saying you're caught by your own device your own devices of having it sent back and they said crucify him they're playing you're pointing at Tom yeah some people are saying no it's way they said what about him our son they were 22 and have since I how come you're always accusing me when you're the ones with the stuff and I don't have anything it starts yelling you're the one with the stuff you just told everybody Mercedes making everything and John remillard her consumer goods and said you just switch it out like he did he got caught by you guys so he starts yelling this nobody's caught us I said people have it who have tech so extremely they don't believe it so they don't believe what hooks down the mountains the piece of garbage she used to hunt these people and now they say they're hunting you trying to remember and he said these people have been shadowing us all morning and following us and all of you can see them doing but they're doing is hurting our people by doing that it's no joke it just dumb lady keeps saying you don't know what he's got and you probably never will no Randall someone's lying and he says it sounds like John Raymond Lord it looks like CAA a little but it has to be him cuz he's taking everything i she's stupid and being stupid no that's Brian leave me alone that is Brian said I want you to shut up right you sound like an idiot too you don't know what ships are you never seen them except flipping out they've had real big ones

So Brad said the above about Tommy f that has to be him because of the stream sounds and strange noises and the arrangement of those noises and sounds and the same things that match up with people have stuff and they're trying to hide it desperately can you start saying that and it comes out right finally someone got it and it's working and things are happening okay so they're in the park fighting over Ultron and all sudden John rainbow Lord was up again saying he doesn't have an Ultron robot system at all mvg does not either and they go pretty sure he doesn't have any robots and here I don't have any robots I don't have a car we can consumer goods and the max are in there there he goes and we can tell me to get his way before the looker looks like they have my clan work on transports for people as well I'll send you those wow that's ugly so it's going on like that hit for tat with Tommy f and the whole gang. They moved to the State Assembly and they're arguing out loud in there on TV for all to hear and our son says they're trying to push the lunch the launch and you should keep going it's either you break them or they launch and they want you to back off so they played a few games and we're horrified in our senses this is the burden that I've been carrying and this person has been beat up and killed way too many times he's working but boy it's abrasive get something says it is he says I've seen this guy saying people so many times and he's saying you're doing things and doing this jealousy s*** he says it'll be fine if they were doing other stuff that's what they're supposed to be doing it for I find them trying to do it as a mainstay and he started chuckling cuz he's kind of doing it too and he says it's supposed to be cover ed like these guys who are right at me along with the idiot you can't have one with the other it's time to figure out something what are you saying is true so they're all looking at these scans and diagrams and they're going over to willendale Will and Bill and they're checking out with a guy and they're learning and they're listening and trying to digest it they said you really need to see it for yourself but you hear it from these guys and when you're questioning them they say it cuz you're knocked out you had a little bit of nitrogen they start talking and he and Claudia were swamping them with it she got caught and she may be dead and it's one of his relatives and he loved her as a mama I've never seen someone so young come through so much and being so resilient he keeps coming back until time you want more meaning fighting I'm just trying to explain the stuff when I started crying you can't help him with dying. These guys have it you know what it is you simply have to look for it and they're not accustomed to telling people but I told him the math and I think they believe it so they told him the math that you said and they said wow we have a chance he said you have no idea sometimes yeah well and they don't have the design they won't be able to fire on those big shifts they start yelling intense we have a chance to be in vulnerable and the comet empire and said Trump is up there and I don't think he knows it's there but it's the butt plug in the Hudson Bay he's picking our language he says I went from Dave I learned it and he said the information packets went out but we got a bunch for them and we started to detail what each one meant and they stopped and said we're very curious do you think he's lying to us about his stuff the edge of continent and it's pretty clever because the room would be hollow and it said no way it looks like a kind of really effed up ship and they said that's what these roots look like and they studied a few and said it looks exactly like that so now it's rolling and we got material for them and everything

Thor Freya

Good job honey

Hera

Thank you Colleen

Zues

You're welcome you brute

Colleen

[cartoonfangirl1218]

This is an absolutely mess of an outline of a fic that I’m never gonna write so any brave souls who want to try go ahead. But it’s basically it’s what if Ash and Doña met in a night of drunken insanity. Most of it rips off Crazy Ex Girlfriend. And I blame @just-a-random-soul-things​ for all of it. All of it. So if you want to see it (and the gifs) check out under the line.

So anyway it begins with Doña playing pool by herself in a bar. For every shot she makes in, she takes a shot. Flashback to hours earlier showing her fight with Esteban. Esteban saying she’s changed too much from what she was to a greedy selfish person and she saying he was self pitying and frozen in time which helps no one. So drunk Doña

Ash comes around (this would be pre malvago Ash so she has dark hair), totally drunk.

Taking food from Doña’s plate which is like a total berserk button for Doña whose protective of ehr food (cuz trauma) and since she’s already a bit drunk herself she pushes Ash with her pool stick. Ash grabs one from a nearby table and before you know it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itQPOuwyfHA Then the owner comes, "You're banned! Both of you are banned from here! Get out!" https://64.media.tumblr.com/6bb1c083fc65d4e4435937d84cf1de4f/tumblr_pwgowfdRM01vehswro1_r1_540.gifv (the picture is better in gif form but tumblr is being crappy so here’s link to gif)  Ash/Doña: "Me?!" 

So both irritably stumble away, still fighting. Doña gets into the carriage and Ash just tries to take over and pushes the original driver so they start fighting over the reins until they suddenly hit something. They had hit a cat. And before they know it the owner comes out. 

Doña totally freaks out and tells the owner it was some strange pirate who hit the cat, not them. Not them at all. The owner is just like, "A pirate..How is that even-" 

Ash: "Yes, I know it's unbelievable but that's why you got to believe us-her. She doesn't work well under any sort of pressure and is incapable of coming up with a believable lie to save her ass." Doña: How can I be calm under pressure? It's so bloody!

Somehow the owner believes them, and they end up going with him to the vet to make sure the cat is okay and wants to confront the carriage driver for reckless endangerment.That's when Ash realizes the little snag in their lie, that the carriage driver would say they hijack the carriage. So the only thing to do is to erase his memories.

First, she casually asks who is the carriage driver around these parts. Dona wants nothing to do with this but she has no choice because she inadvertently helped to hit the cat. Besides Ash is scary so it’s best to do what she says.

So casually engage in chit chat, find the carriage driver's name is Sergio and head to the boarding house he is staying at. They trade small, vague bits of info that dona is a merchant and Ash is studying magic....neglecting the malvago part. With some quick talking on Doña’s part, they convince the owner to let them into his room in the boarding house and are relieved to put all this behind them and never see the other again. Ash works on the amnesia spell over the sleeping Sergio and Doña is of no help as she unashamedly admires the man's extensive skin care items and writes down what she wants to buy for her store.

They’re finally in the clear, and they celebrate with the free samples a man is offering (again, this all started because they were drunk and they're still not in the best decision making mode here). The drink is suspect https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNiY3t-QSso

“I'm so sad!" "I'm going to kill him!" (You can guess which is which) 

Anyway after coming off their drug trip and hungover in a surprisingly vulnerable states (they are truthful drunk. They've reached that level.) they spill everything to this total stranger. Doña tells about the flood, the starvation, the death etc. Ash gets it that the rich would never understand and the only way to survive is to be tougher than everyone else.

Ash hints at Zopilote's ruining of her life, and bits of Victor and Carla and how she left them for training. That she misses Carla so much but she had to finish her training first because it's not like she can depend on Victor to be the savior. Only magic can do that cuz in this world, power is all that matters. And thus starts the bad advice. Ash tells Dona she is being stupid in catering to the needs of Avalorans. She was on top as Magister, she should do whatever it takes to stay on top. Sabotage, manipulation, anything. And anyone who says otherwise like that pompous Chancellor is just trying to protect his job, not help her.

Doña, on the other hand, enables Ash's frustration with Victor. Saying that if he was a good husband, he'd hiked himself and Carla up to the magic lair despite the danger because that's what love is. So they're just like "Men" and then they turn to each other. Because they're drunk they think it is an absolutely brilliant idea to confront the jerk who (had a completely legitimate reason to) kicked them out of the club. It’s oddly very girl empowerment moment. 

And the owner reminds them, they are still banned.   They leave, a bit shocked that they did that and actually sort of stood up for someone other than themself. 

Anyway they don't dwell on it and go get their drink on again. Yes, their dancing is bad like this but they had fun

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzasG3O8lE4

Then the night ends and the sun rises and they leave to never see each other again.

Doña: This is weird but you-you remind me of when I used to have adventures with my sister. I mean sort of. She was a lot sweeter than you. So much nicer. And not as harsh. And we didn't get into carriage stealing or anything illegal or-and- okay this metaphor is falling apart. What I meant to say is that I had fun. You’re awful and attacked me but I think I get you. 

Ash:

Ash: But we’re never-

Doña: Yeah never. Never going to speak of this. I don't want to see you again. So I guess nice knowing you-you um... I didn't get your name 

Ash: It's..oh what the hell, I'm never seeing you again. Azula.

Doña: Hortensia 

And then they leave. Completely forgetting each other's names and most of the night in a hangovery blur. Some of it intentional cuz cringe that they messily told all their dirty laundry to a stranger. But the advice remained with Ash resenting Victor even more and Doña putting her manipulative powers to win. 

[mylovelyfandoms]

Junhui’s Backstory

The Symbol of the Raindrop

Basic Information

A/N: Well this was longer than expected...

I laughed everytime I wrote ‘when Junhui’ cuz ‘Wen Junhui...get it? Ha.’

Warnings: Crappy ending, parent neglect, poor description of panic attack, that should be it

(GIF not mine)

- As Junhui grew up, his parents were more than relieved when he didn’t show any signs of being an affected

- Junhui was born on a farm that was filled with animals and crops

- It wasn’t a strange sight to see baby Junhui around all of the animals, babbling mindlessly as if they understood

- But as time went by, babbling turned into talking

- And eventually, Junhui was having full conversations with the animals

- It wasn’t like he expected them to understand or anything, but he just needed someone to talk to

- It seemed like no one in his family would understand the theories he had

- And he had a lot

- So for a long while, none of his family even realized he was speaking in long and fluent sentences as a toddler

- And they definitely didn’t notice how he used bigger words that they probably wouldn’t be able to understand

- Junhui just talked to the animals

- It wasn’t until he turned five did his parents realize that he could move water with the slight movement of his glowing hand

- Since then, his family tiptoed around him and gave him anything he asked for

- They had heard the stories on the news of the affected children killing their own families, and they had to make sure that Junhui wouldn’t turn into one of those kids

- It didn’t exactly dawn on Junhui that his family was scared of him until he turned seven

- He was with the animals like usual and his father was almost twenty feet away from him, watering the crops

- Deciding that he could help his dad out, Junhui moved the water out of the bucket and spread it all over the rows of crops

- Junhui cheerfully ran up to his dad, only to have him let out a yelp and sprint away from his son

- That was the first time he noticed it

- From then on, there were smaller things that broke Junhui’s heart little by little

- The way his parents left when he walked into the room

- The way they jumped back when he moved his hand ever so slightly in their direction

- The way the two of them scurried about when he mentioned that he was hungry, as if trying to please him

- Junhui loved his parents, there was nothing that could take that away from him 

- And it hurt him to be the reason for his family’s fear and stress

- So he caught them one day when they were eating breakfast early in the morning

- When they saw him sit down at the table in front of them, they rushed to gather their utensils and leave

- They only stopped with Junhui placed a brochure on the table in front of them

- Knowing that they’d be terrified to open it with him in the room, he stood up and walked away, eyes burning 

- He had this planned for years, but he had finally managed to muster up the courage to actually do it

- The next day, he came downstairs with a bag in his hand

- There was already a soldier waiting at the front door

- ‘It’s better this way’ Junhui thought, ‘they don’t have to be scared anymore’

- His parents didn’t speak a single word, only watching after him as Junhui left with the soldier

- Junhui sent one last glance to all of the animals with a heavy heart as he climbed into the back of the transport truck 

- There weren’t any words as they rode to the facility, just a tense silence

- When the car was finally at the outskirts of town, farther away from his home than he had ever been, Junhui saw a tall barricade with the letter ‘c’ plastered on the front

- The barricades opened and allowed the car to drive in

- All around, Junhui saw kids ranging from all ages trudging around the grounds

- They were in clusters of four different colors; blue, green, red, and yellow

- The first thing Junhui noticed about these kids was their blank looks as they stood in the courtyard

- It unsettled Junhui that there wasn’t the slightest trace of the sadness that he was feeling

- He was brought into a testing room and strapped down to a chair

- His testing started out fine at first, just answering questions about his abilities and showing them off

- But then they grabbed his foot and brought a machine to his ankle, inking the symbol into his skin

- Afterwards, they gave him a blue uniform and shoved him into a room

- The fresh ink in his ankle was burning with the cold air but all Junhui could do was wince

- “You’re gonna want to wrap that up or it’ll get infected.” 

- Junhui snapped his head up and finally took a look around the room

- It was small and cramped with two beds against the walls with a single night stand in between them

- On one of the beds, a younger boy wearing a red uniform sat flipping through a book

- Junhui blinked at the boy for a moment, having the boy look up from the heat of his gaze

- With an annoyed huff, the boy closed his book and reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, taking out a piece of cloth and tossing it to Junhui

- “Thanks,” Junhui said,  pushing himself up to sit on the vacant bed

- He wrapped the cloth around his ankle, wincing slightly when it touched his inked skin

- Junhui then sat against the wall and kept his gaze on the younger boy reading a book

- There was a permanent frown on the younger boy’s face, but Junhui couldn’t help but find it cute 

- “I’m Junhui, but you can call me Jun.”

- The boy didn’t look up from his book. “That’s good for you.”

- “Well, what’s your name?”

- The boy finally looked up from his book, only to give Junhui a glare

- Though, to Junhui he resembled something like a kitten trying to act like a tiger

- “Look, I don’t know how long you’re going to be in here and I don’t really care. Just because we’re roommates right now does not mean we’re friends. Just stay out of my way.” 

- Junhui didn’t try to talk to the boy again for the rest of the day

- He sat in his corner, sulking and trying not to think about his parents’ look of relief when he finally left the house

- Though he couldn’t help his mind wander to what they would be doing now that he was gone

- Would they stay in the kitchen until they finished their meals? Would they walk through the animal paths instead of all the way around like they did in case Junhui was sitting with them? Would they finally smile? 

- The next couple of days, Junhui stayed in his room

- His roommate came in and out, sometimes holding different objects, but never saying anything

- The only contact they had was when the boy gave Junhui some food so he didn’t starve to death

- When Junhui finally decided to go out

- He started to walk around the courtyard, keeping his eyes to the floor 

- “Hey! Hey new kid!” 

- Junhui looked up and saw a group of kids in different colored uniforms waving him over

- Curious, Junhui walked over

- “You’re The8′s new roommate, aren’t you?”

- Junhui blinked. 

- “The8?”

- “Yeah, fire elemental, constant scowl on his face, everyone’s scared of him, the affected with the highest punishment record so far even though he’s only been here for two years?” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows together

- “What’s an elemental?” 

- “Raindrops. We control the elements. Blue-” The kid gestured to Junhui- “is for water elementals, red is for fire, yellow is for air, and green-” The kid gestured to himself- “is for earth. This facility’s for elementals only.” 

- “So are you The8′s roommate or not?” Another kid cut in quickly

- “Uh...I think so?” 

- “Be careful, rumor has it, he burned his family down the second he found out about his powers. No reason too, he’s just insane!” 

- “Yeah, and he hates water elementals. He burned one just for looking at him the wrong way!” 

- Junhui stumbled back slightly, a frown on his face

- This kid was just ten, how could he do all these things

- “That can’t be true.” 

- The other kids scoffed

- “Careful, that kind of thinking’s gonna get you in a lot of trouble.” 

- little did Junhui know...the kid was right

- Junhui walked away from them

- This kid, the one who threw bread at him so he didn’t starve and kept to himself in the room...he couldn’t possibly be as dangerous and scary as they said

- For the next couple of weeks, Junhui avoided his roommate

- Junhui knew he shouldn’t listen to the other kids, but in the off chance that what they said was true...he just didn’t want to be a part of that

- But one day, when Junhui came back from his daily walk, his roommate was curled into a ball in the corner of his bed

- His hands were over his ears and his eyes were darting all around the room

- “What’s wro-”

- “Go away!” 

- Junhui stepped back as if he were just punched

- Junhui had half a mind to turn around and leave, but seeing his roommate curled into a ball, pale and trembling, made something turn in him

- He took a step forward and the kid flinched back

- Slowly, Junhui approached his roommate and sat next to him on the bed 

- When the kid made no move to protest, Junhui scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the boy’s body

- In the close proximity, he could hear the boy’s shallow breaths starting to slow down 

- The kid’s skin was burning, but Junhui didn’t care

- Junhui tightened his hold around the boy until his shaking slowly stopped

- And even then, Junhui didn’t let go until the boy pushed his arms away

- “Th-thanks.” 

- “Are you okay now?” 

- The kid nodded and kept his gaze on his hands as Junhui shifted so he could sit in front of him

- “I’m Minghao.” 

- Junhui let a smile tug on his lips

- “It’s nice to meet you, Minghao.” 

- The way that Minghao’s name rolled off his lips just felt right

- A weak smile made its way onto Minghao’s face

- “Everyone else calls me The8, though.” 

- “So I’ve heard.”

- There was no way that this kid was dangerous, and the twinkle in his eyes when he looked at Junhui confirmed it

- So it was then and there that Junhui promised himself that he would stay by this boy’s side

- Even if it meant helping him out when he tried to steal from the soldiers because god forbid this kid to have a safe hobby

- So for years, Junhui went along with whatever plan it was that Minghao had

- Sometimes he was a part of it, sometimes Minghao just told him about it, and other times he covered for Minghao when it had been a particularly bad one

- Minghao felt bad every time Junhui took his punishment and he stole him some new books or a lemon or something

- There were a couple of situations that were more memorable than the others

- Like the time Junhui had Minghao steal a chili pepper to put it in a fire elemental’s food because he was talking bad about Minghao behind his back

- But Junhui didn’t tell Minghao that

- “Why do you want to put it in his food exactly?”

- “Because, it’ll be funny, Hao Hao.” 

- And it was

- The jumped up from his seat and breathed fire out of his mouth, right onto the hair of the poor girl next to him

- The soldiers didn’t know what to do and the rest of the elementals were in shock 

- It set off a chain reaction and somehow, Junhui isn’t exactly sure how, the kid ended up in a tree 

- Junhui and Minghao went back to their room and laughed about it for a good hour

- Another memorable time was when the two of them got so bored they started a riot in the courtyard

- The soldiers made the horrible mistake of interrogating them at the same time

- “Look,” The soldier had a fake smile on his face, “this can be really easy or really hard. It’s all up to you. Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my questions, okay?”

- “No.”

- Junhui snapped his head to Minghao in shock, but when he saw the small and mischievous smile on his younger friend’s face, he couldn’t help but match it

- The soldier blinked at him

- “I haven’t asked a questio-”

- “No.” 

- This time the both of them spoke at the same time, smiles widening

- The soldier just inhaled sharply

- “Did you two cause the riot?”

- “No,” Minghao answered

- “Yes,” Junhui said right after

- Minghao turned to Junhui and pointed at him, feigning shock

- “You?”

- “Not me,” Junhui pointed back at Minghao

- “Not me.”

- “Not me either.”

- The soldier let out a low growl and slammed his fists on the table, making Junhui straighten up

- He never did get used to all of the abuse

- “Are you two joking right now?” 

- Needless to say, they didn’t see each other for a couple of weeks. 

- And when they finally did, they were both covered head to toe with bruises and cuts and scratches

- The two were absolutely inseparable

- Until of course, they were actually separated 

- Junhui woke up late in the afternoon

- The night before was one of the times they saw together in the middle of the room and talked about their lives before the facility

- Junhui couldn’t quite remember the number of chickens and pigs on his farm anymore, but he didn’t want to mention that

- When he looked to Minghao’s side of the room, he saw that it was completely empty

- No Minghao, no stolen objects, no trace of his friend at all

- So Junhui immediately began to panic

- He ran out of the room and into the courtyard, desperately searching for the scrawny boy

- But he couldn’t find him

- So he approached the facility’s known gossips 

- “Hey, have you guys seen Hao H-The8. Have you guys seen The8 anywhere?” 

- One of the girls scoffed

- “He finally got the boot.” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows

- “What do you mean?” 

- Another boy stepped forward

- “What she means is he finally hit the limit in his punishments. The soldiers deemed him as ‘too dangerous and unstable’ and shipped him off to a bigger facility. Something like Facility K or J or even T.” 

- Junhui’s world felt like it was crashing around him

- How would he know that the boy was okay without Junhui there? What if he tried messing around in the bigger facilities and got himself killed? What if he was scared without Junhui there but wouldn’t admit it?

- So of course, Junhui had the most logical plan

- He would get his punishment numbers up so he would get into the same facility as Minghao. 

- For the next couple of months, Junhui had only one purpose; to reach the limit of punishments

- It was a lot harder than he thought, there were rumors of Minghao having around 2,000 

- With the amount of shenanigans he pulled, the rest of the affected avoided him like the plague. 

- There were times when he just stopped and thought ‘is this all worth it?’

- But then he looks over to Minghao’s empty bed and keeps going

- It only pushed him further when he got a new roommate

- It was some boy that he didn’t want to bother learning the name of

- The only thing that stuck with him was the conversation he overheard with the group of gossips and his new roommate

- “Hey! Hey new kid! You’re Jun’s roommate, right?”

- “Jun?”

- “Yeah, water elemental, devilish smirk always on his face, usually either getting punished or doing something to get punished?” 

- Junhui didn’t want to listen to the rest

- It brought him back to his first week there so many years ago

- He nearly laughed when he thought about how cautious he was of the younger boy at first

- The same boy that always giggled about the randomest things when it was just the two of them

- Then it dawned on him

- He couldn’t remember what his smile looked like

- Did it reach his eyes? Did his nose scrunch up? Did all of his teeth show? 

- Junhui couldn’t remember, it was all a blur

- So he went out and punched a soldier

- He was beat so bad he passed out halfway and regained consciousness four hours afterwards, every inch of his body sore and in pain

- ‘It’s worth it...it’s worth it for Minghao.’ 

- Finally, after more than a year of back to back punishments, Junhui was awaken in the middle of the night

- A hand was slammed over his mouth as the soldiers carried him out

- Junhui didn’t struggle, he didn’t fight back, part of him was even relieved that he was being taken away

- Of course part of him was scared that he was being sent to his death, but he tried not to focus on that

- He was thrown into the back of a truck with a couple of soldiers carrying guns

- The car ride was silent

- Junhui didn’t know how much time passed until they arrived in front of a large wall

- He looked out the small window in fascination as the walls started to open and allow the car to drive in

- The grounds of the new facility seemed bigger than the one in Facility ‘C’

- There was no one out in the courtyard, Junhui noticed, but he didn’t have enough time to ponder about it when the car stopped

- Next thing he knew, Junhui was thrown into a ‘testing room’ as the sign outside read

- He was asked to show his tattoo, then given a ‘stern talking to’ about how his behavior wouldn’t be tolerated there, but he just ignored it

- Then, he was given a new uniform and pushed into a cell

- Looking around, Junhui took note of all the differences from this facility and Facility C

- The room was bigger with four beds and more than fifty people

- There were walls on all sides of them except one, where there were bars that allowed them to be watched like caged animals

- A couple of the affected looked up when Junhui was thrown in, but the majority just ignored him

- “Hao Hao?” Junhui called gently, looking around in hopes of finding the familiar boy

- “Hey,” A voice called from behind him, having Junhui perk up and spin around with high hopes

- His excited demeanor immediately faded when he was face to face with a taller boy that was definitely not Minghao

- The boy had a kind smile with his canines poking out

- “Hi,” The boy greeted. “I’m Mingyu.”

- “Junhui,” He nodded back, still looking around

- “Where’d you come from? Cell 9? Cell 24?” Mingyu gasped. “Cell 17?” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows together. 

- “Facility C.”

- The more he looked around the more frustrated he got when he realized Minghao wasn’t there

- “Woah, you’re from a different facility? That’s so cool!” 

- Junhui let out a groan and dropped to the floor, digging his hands into his hair helplessly

- Junhui didn’t even move when Mingyu crouched down next to him and put a hand on his back

- “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

- “My Hao Hao...” Junhui was mumbling incoherently now. “My best friend...I thought he would be...He should be here.” 

- Junhui felt Mingyu wrap his arms around him and pull him close

- “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’ll be fine, the facility’s not as bad as you think...” 

- Junhui let out a scoff and pushed Mingyu’s arm off of him

- “Not that,” Junhui brushed off. “I thought that my best friend would be here.”

- “Well maybe he’s in a different cell.”

- Junhui snapped his head up with wide eyes

- “You mean this isn’t all of the elementals?”

- “No, there are hundreds more here,” Mingyu chuckled. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends at meal time before we have to go to work. We’ll look for your friend whenever we get the chance, okay?” 

- “Work?” 

- For a couple of hours before meal time, the two started to talk and get to know each other

- Junhui found out that Mingyu was a water elemental like him, that he came to the facility when he turned seven, that he was left handed, and he likes dogs

- When it was finally time for meal time, Mingyu excitedly dragged Junhui across the room

- They stopped at the end of the long table where two elementals looked up at Mingyu with furrowed eyebrows

- “Hey guys! This is my new friend, Junhui. He just got transferred here from Facility C!” 

- One of the boys smiled at Junhui

- “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vernon, that’s Dino.” 

- Junhui took his introduction as a sign of acceptance and sat down next to Dino

- “You can call me Jun.” 

- Junhui was quick to find out that the two boys were great listeners

- He was able to drone on and on about all of his adventures with Minghao 

- And though he thought he was annoying them with the stories at times, they kept asking for more

- For the first time since Minghao, he felt himself connect with other people that were like him

- He learned that Mingyu was a social butterfly and got punished for talking a lot sometimes

- He learned that Dino was the excitable baby of the group-whether he admitted it or not-and had some strange beef with Mingyu

- He also learned that Vernon kept to himself most of the time and that he worked as a messenger all around the facility

- Junhui kept Vernon’s job in mind 

- When it was time for them to work, Junhui followed Mingyu out the door and into the latrines

- Mingyu led him to a corner of the room and Junhui watched in horror as he used his water manipulation to gather the water from a bucket and clean the walls

- “Are you crazy?” Junhui hissed, grabbing onto Mingyu’s arm. “There are soldiers everywhere, they’ll see you?” 

- Junhui was too busy looking around the latrines to notice the blank stare Mingyu gave him

- “Have you never used your water manipulation?” 

- “Of course I have, how do you think I got punished half the time?”  

- It took Mingyu a couple of explanations for Junhui to finally understand

- And when he finally did, he only felt excited to use his powers

- Even if it is to clean the bathrooms

- Since then, he fell into a small routine

- Junhui would wake up, chat with Mingyu about the randomest things, go to work before meal time on certain days, meet up with the other elementals for meal time, go to work, and then go back to the cells 

- Only a week in and Mingyu broke his routine by breaking a mop and getting sent to the ‘floating dungeon’ as Mingyu called them but the other two said that was normal

- Eventually, Junhui finally found the courage to ask the question that was his main purpose for the longest time

- As the group of elementals started to exit the dining hall, Junhui grabbed onto Vernon’s arm and pulled him aside

- “I have a favor to ask of you,” Junhui spoke quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “you have access to the command center, right?” 

-  “I’m sorry, Jun, I already told the other guys, I can’t smuggle family mail or else they’ll actually kill me. It’s happened to the other messengers before.”

- Junhui widened his eyes in horror before shaking his head

-  “No, no, not the letters. I just...is there any way you can access the affected files? I don’t want to see it, I just want to know if my friend is here.”

- Vernon stared at Junhui for a second in confusion

- “The friend you’re always talking about?”

- “Yeah, he was transferred a year before me. I never knew where, but if there’s a chance he’s here, I want to look for him.” 

- Vernon stayed quiet for an unsettlingly long time

- “What’s his name?” Vernon finally said

- Junhui’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest with excitement

- “Xu Minghao.” 

- “Jun!” Mingyu called 

- Junhui sent one last look at Vernon before running after Mingyu to get to work

- The next day at meal time, Junhui was telling Mingyu and Dino yet another story of his crazy adventures with Minghao

- “...so there I was, hot sauce on my phalanges-”

- “Vernon?”

- It was Dino’s voice from next to Junhui that made him stop and look up

- To his horror, he saw Vernon slipping into the seat next to Mingyu, large bruises on his face and around his face

- “Vernon? What the hell happened to you?” 

- Junhui was frozen 

- Part of him knew exactly what happened, but the other part didn’t want it to be his fault

- The rest of meal time, Junhui was quiet

- It was lucky that Mingyu was especially chatty that day because it didn’t raise any suspicion

- After meal time, as Junhui was walking out of the dining hall, he felt a hand on his arm

- When he turned, he saw Vernon staring at him with intent eyes

- “Xu Minghao,” Vernon said with a painfully rough voice before nodding

- Junhui’s heart dropped

- He knew he should have been grateful for the news, but how could he be when he was the reason for his friend’s pain 

- Without thinking, Junhui pulled Vernon in for a tight hug

- “Thank you...so much.” 

- When Junhui pulled away, he quickly wiped his eyes and bid Vernon a goodbye before catching up to Mingyu 

- Finding Minghao wasn’t too hard after that

- For the next couple of days, he went around asking if anyone by the name of ‘Minghao’

- After a couple of days of failure, he then realized that he was probably asking about the wrong name

- And finally, he found out that Minghao was one of the few fire elementals that worked in the kitchens right before meal time

- So, when meal time came around, Junhui excitedly made his way to the kitchens

- When he got in, he started looking around and nearly exploded from joy when he saw the familiar scowl 

- “Hao Hao,” Junhui called, having Minghao’s head snap up

- “Jun?” Minghao breathed

- Junhui watched as Minghao looked around before walking over to stand in front of him

- Though it had been only a year, Minghao looked different

- Junhui couldn’t say exactly what it was, but there was just something about Minghao’s face that wasn’t the same 

- Overwhelmed with excitement, Junhui wrapped his arms around Minghao and pulled him into a bone crushing hug

- “I finally found you, Hao Hao.” 

- Minghao let out a small scoff but wrapped his arms around Junhui nonetheless

- “When did you get here?” 

- “Just a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t think I’d come for you did you? Hm? Hm?” Junhui teased, making Minghao roll his eyes

- “I didn’t think you’d be able to do anything bad enough to end up here.”

- “Well I did. Now come on, I made friends. Lemme introduce you to them.” 

- “No thanks.” 

- Junhui grabbed onto Minghao’s wrist and dragged him anyways

- He was so excited that he started skipping all the way to the end of the table 

- “ Guys! This is Minghao, my very best friend in the whole wide world!”

- Junhui didn’t notice the way Minghao rolled his eyes, but he did see the way that his friend’s lips quirked up ever so slightly

- “Call me The8″ 

- At first Junhui was apprehensive as to how Minghao would fit into the group

- But once he and Mingyu started playfully bickering 

- or at least what Junhui hoped was playful

- Junhui knew that he would be just fine

- The rest of the group also enjoyed the way that Minghao would always cut in on Junhui’s story telling and call him out for being too dramatic about what happened

- And eventually Mingyu dragged his friend Wonwoo into the group and Junhui was fascinated to say the least

- He came from a facility with all elementals, so he never met a different type of affected

- Junhui may have pestered Wonwoo with questions the first couple of weeks, but eventually got familiar with him enough to stop

- Being with each other instantly made life in the facility a lot easier

- The only downside was that instead of taking the fall for one person, he was taking it for three

- Because Wonwoo almost never gets punished and Vernon’s too peaceful to get into trouble

- Chan had a little tendency of getting into fights for a while and Junhui somehow convinced the soldiers that it was him in the fight

- “what do you mean it was you? you have no bruises anywhere”

- “are you kidding me? look at this bruise right here” 

- “that’s a mole???”

- And sometimes when Minghao gets pissed and either passively says something or throws something at the soldier behind their back Junhui immediately takes the blame

- But the main thing that Junhui would get into trouble for was all of Mingyu’s clumsiness

- Whenever Mingyu tripped or dropped something, Junhui would speak up saying he pushed him in hopes of being the only one punished

- But everytime they’re both punished

- For the most part, Junhui was sent to the floating cages, but there are the occasional beatings and burning of hands

- Wonwoo usually heals the hands when no one’s looking and Junhui laughs off the injuries whenever someone expresses concern

- The punishments weren’t any different from the 1,700 that he endured in Facility C

- So there he was again

- In the floating dungeons, with a pointed glare at the smiling boy

- They didn’t know exactly how long they’d be in there, so they got as comfortable as they could

- They passed the time by talking and playing games that they made up 

- Of course as time went by they got more and more tired and hungry and thirsty, but it somehow didn’t break their spirits

- Until they were awoken one night

- When Junhui opened his eyes, he was immediately met with an unsettling heat 

- “Gyu! Gyu are you awake?” 

- “What’s happening Jun?”

- As Junhui looked around, there was light coming from the other side of the tree and he could see and smell the smoke 

- “Fire...” Junhui muttered before he snapped his head to Mingyu. “Fire!” 

- “How the hell did the tree catch on fire?” 

- “I don’t know, how the hell did that toilet catch on fire?”

- “Now is not the time for a lecture Jun!” 

- Suddenly, Junhui heard a voice of their savior from afar

- “Mingyu! Jun!” 

- “Vernon!”

- Junhui watched as Vernon hopped from branch to branch and landed on top of Mingyu’s cage in a cat like pose

- “Vernon, what’s happening?” Mingyu asked 

- “Someone set the tree on fire, we have to get you out of here!”

- “How?”

- Vernon started to look around with furrowed eyebrows

- “You’re gonna have to get water from the tree.”

- “But the soldiers-”

- “The soldiers can’t punish you if you’re burnt to a crisp!”

- Junhui caught Mingyu’s eye and nodded before they both turned to the tree

- Junhui’s fingertips turned blue as he extracted water out of the tree

- When he got a good amount out, he held it in front of him and looked up to Vernon

- “What now?”

-  “Manipulate the water around the lock and use your ice breath to break it. Then I’ll carry you down.”

- Vernon took Mingyu down first before jumping back up for Junhui

- When he was on the floor with Mingyu, Junhui made sure the younger boy was okay 

- As Vernon started to get the rest of the people down, Junhui turned and saw crowds of water elementals rushing forward with buckets so he dragged Mingyu to join them

- “Lucky we got away from that,” Mingyu breathed

- Junhui scoffed. “Lucky Vernon’s curious at heart.” 

- Lockdown commenced after that night

- It wasn’t too bad since he had Mingyu with him 

- He felt more sympathy for Vernon and Wonwoo who didn’t have anyone

- But being introverts they were probably thriving

- When months passed and the lockdown was over, Junhui excitedly wrapped his arms around the rest of his friends, joking about how Mingyu was driving him crazy

- He was disappointed when Wonwoo wasn’t able to sit with them, but he tried to wave to him from across the room whenever they met eyes

- Chan would talk on and on about his conspiracies about this group of affected called ‘two teen’ or something like that 

- And Junhui was fully invested in the stories that Chan would tell them even if they were just stories

- He told Chan that he fully believed him but honestly he knew better than to hope for such a thing

- Until

- It was one of the few days when Junhui was split from Mingyu while working

- So he didn’t exactly know where the boy was when he met up with the others for meal time

- He took note that Wonwoo wasn’t there either, but that wasn’t too strange

- Junhui immediately started to tell a story about his and Minghao’s adventures while they ate

- And Minghao immediately criticized him for being too dramatic

- “...and then the boy literally started spitting fire! like a dragon!” 

- “he coughed out one puff of smoke.”

- “Hao Hao you’re no fun”

- He was just about to continue when Mingyu came racing towards them

- When Mingyu stopped in front of them, he put his hands on his knees and started breathing heavily

- “Guys!” He panted, “Wonwoo was...I just...I saw...”

- Junhui heard Minghao scoff from next to him

- “Words, Gyu. Words.” 

- “Wonwoo escaped. He’s gone.”

- There was a pause of shock amongst the four

- Vernon was the first to talk as Mingyu took his seat next to Vernon

- “What do you mean gone?” 

- “ “As in he ran off with these...these bandits or something!” His eyes were wide as he looked at his friends. “And I could have sworn I saw the sun. You know, the one that watched over us every now and then? The scary one?”

- Junhui nodded as he thought back to the boy that stood at the side with a deadly glare

- He had witnessed the sun control an affected that was misbehaving once and ever since then he was terrified

- It was something that he kept between him and Mingyu, but also joked about every now and then

- So Junhui was just in disbelief when Mingyu revealed that it was the terrifying sun that busted one of his best friends out of the facility

-  A week later

- The group was sitting at their random spot and Junhui was intently listening to baby Dino excitedly talk about something that happened at work

- “...and just before the boulder hit him, I punched in the air and it explo-”

- Before Dino could even finish his sentence, a loud bang echoed throughout the room  

- “Everyone get down! Get down!” Shouted an unfamiliar voice 

- Junhui only had a split second to look up before Minghao dragged him under the table 

- The only thing he saw were two soldiers carrying rifles and pointing them at the other soldiers

- Junhui clung onto Minghao tightly to keep himself grounded

- to say he was freaking out internally was an understatement

- After everything he went through to get back to his best friend, he was not going to let either of them get shot

- An ear splitting screech filled the room and Junhui felt Minghao’s hands immediately press around his ears

- Slowly, as Minghao released his hands from Junhui’s head, he could have sworn he heard Vernon’s name getting called

- “Vernon it’s me!” 

- Junhui snapped his head up once he realized that someone was actually calling for Vernon

- “Seungkwan?”

- Junhui turned and exchanged a look with Minghao before looking back at Vernon 

- Him, Dino, and Mingyu were all looking at someone standing on top of the bench that Minghao and Junhui were under

- “Get up, we’re busting you and your friends out of here.” 

- Junhui saw Dino scramble to his feet as Mingyu crouched down to help pull the two out 

- Junhui saw a boy, Seungkwan he assumed, wearing black clothes standing on top of the bench 

- “They’re coming!” One of the rifle holding soldiers shouted into the dining hall with his eyes glued outside

- When Junhui turned back to look at Seungkwan, he saw him rushing down the bench with Vernon following

- Mingyu stood back to help the rest onto the bench before climbing on and following after

- When they got to the doors, Junhui kept his hand on Minghao’s wrist as Seungkwan, Dino, and Vernon started to hold off the soldiers

- When they walked forward, Junhui felt Minghao tap on his hand and immediately let go

- He took a couple of steps back and smiled as Minghao’s body started glowing orange from under his uniform and he swiped a flame back and forth at the soldiers, keeping them away

- Once they were out of the crowd, Seungkwan immediately sprinted to the front with Vernon keeping in step

- Junhui grabbed onto Minghao’s hand and they followed behind as Seungkwan lead them towards the gates

- As they got closer and closer to the front, Junhui saw Dino stumble next to him 

- “Mingyu! No!” 

- Junhui whipped his head back and felt his heart drop when he saw a crowd of soldiers surround Mingyu 

- “What happened?” Vernon called

- “He pushed me forward!” Dino cried

- Junhui grabbed onto Dino’s hand

- There was no way another one of them would be left behind

- “We’ll come back for him!” Seungkwan shouted

- The floor started to quake underneath them as they got closer to the gates

- Junhui saw a familiar person at the top of the wall as a giant branch reached over the wall and touched the floor on their side

- “Wonwoo!” Vernon called with a smile

- “Hurry! They’re right behind you!” Wonwoo shouted back

- Junhui helped Dino onto the branch first before Minghao 

- He stepped on and looked back at Vernon, who just nodded his head to the side of the wall as Wonwoo started to lift the branch

- “Vernon get on!” Seungkwan shouted

- “He can jump.” Junhui reassured him

- When the branch was horizontal, the four walked onto the wall and hopped off as Wonwoo moved the branch back down to the other side

- “I didn’t know he could do that,” Junhui muttered

- “Where’s Mingyu?” Wonwoo frantically asked

- Junhui tightened his grip on Minghao’s hand as Wonwoo panicked about the missing boy

- “It’ll okay, Jun,” Minghao said in a low tone

- “What if we don’t get him back, Hao Hao? Who knows what they’ll do to him.” 

- Minghao brought his other hand to Jun’s shoulder and rubbed circles into it

- “We’ll get him back, Jun. It’ll be okay.” 

- “We have to go now,” One of the saviors called, throwing a rope down and tying it to the bar along the edge of the wall

- “Come on, Dino, you first,” Junhui said, helping the youngest boy climb over the bars and grab onto the rope

- After he was down, Junhui helped Minghao over before climbing down himself

- When everyone was on the floor, they started running again

- Junhui turned and glanced at Minghao

- And despite the despair he felt over his friend and comrade, he couldn’t help but smile

- They were free

[flowerfan2]

Context Is Everything

Part 3 of the Group Texts Are Forever series

McDanno, T, A03

Summary:  After Steve is injured during his walkabout, Danny shows up in Seattle and for a moment, it seems like the boys are going to get their fairy tale ending, complete with a magical kiss.  But nothing is ever quite that easy.  Featuring Kono POV as well as Danny POV.                 

Chapter 1

August, 2020

CK:  Hey Danny, how’s it going?

DW:  Chin, did you finally join our group text?  Beware, my friend, it’s wild.

CK:  No, it’s just you and me, brah.

DW:  Can’t believe you said brah in a text.

CK:  You can take the boy out of Hawaii, but you can’t take Hawaii out of the boy.

DW:  If you say so.  You know you guys should visit more often.

CK:  Since you mention visiting, I wanted to see if you and Steve needed a place to stay after he gets out of the hospital.  Abby and I would love to have you.

DW:  Thanks, Chin.  Not sure of the plans, yet.  

CK:  How soon will they let Steve fly?  You guys just going straight back to Oahu?

DW:  I really don’t know.

CK:  Ok, well, keep me posted.  And give Steve a kiss for me.

CK:  Danny?

CK:  Sorry, did I overstep?  Kono implied it was common knowledge that you guys were together.  And I couldn’t be happier for you, to be clear.  You’re meant for each other.  In the best way.

DW:  You’re fine, Chin.  But I gotta go.  Sleeping beauty’s waking up, and he’s cranky.

 ****

 CK:  Cuz, you there?

 KK:  Howzit, Chin.  What’s up?

 CK:  Just wanted the update on Steve and Danny.

 KK:  Steve’s on the mend.  They’re keeping him for observation for another day or two.  And he might need another procedure on his eye.

 CK:  How’s Danny?

 KK:  Tired of the crappy food at the hospital, but okay I guess.

 CK:  I’m afraid I upset him.

 KK:  You?  How is that even possible?

 CK:  I told him to give Steve a kiss from me.  

 KK:  Oh.

 CK:  You told me they were together, Kono.  That everyone knew.  What’s going on?

 KK:  I’m not sure.  Steve’s had a rough few days.  I’ll talk to Danny.

 CK:  Let me know if I can help, ok?

 KK:  Always.

 *****

Kono meets Danny in the hospital cafeteria.  His face lights up when he sees that she’s brought a bag from a nearby café that’s known for its excellent coffee – although that’s not hard to find in Seattle.

 “Kono, you’re the absolute best,” Danny says with enthusiasm, taking the cup from her and sucking down a long sip of the iced vanilla latte.  Danny has always had a sweet tooth, whether he denies it or not.

 “There’s some food in there, too. Some kind of strawberry rhubarb thing I thought you’d like.”

 Danny wastes no time pulling the pastry out of the bag and taking a bite.  “Delicious.”  He sighs, leaning back in the stiff plastic chair.  “Honestly, Kono, thank you.”

 Kono doesn’t really think that coffee store pastries deserve quite this level of gratitude, but she gives Danny a quick hug around the shoulders anyway.  “You’re welcome, Danny.  How’s our patient doing today?”

 Danny shrugs.  “Kind of loopy.  He had trouble sleeping, so they gave him something to help, and it’s hasn’t really worn off yet.”

 Kono grins.  “Amusing?”

 “Unfortunately not.”

 Kono feels the grin slide off her face, and she waits for Danny to go on.

 “It’s not a big deal,” Danny says.

 If it wasn’t a big deal, Danny wouldn’t look so miserable, Kono thinks.  “It might help to talk about it,” she says softly.

 “I just…”  Danny taps his fingers against his thigh.  “I’m not sure I should have come.  I didn’t ask or anything.  He left on purpose.  What if he doesn’t want me here?”

 “Danny, why on earth would you think that?”

 “I dunno.”  Danny stands, abruptly, and sucks down the last bit of his iced coffee.  He’s clearly done talking for now.  “I should go back up.”

 “Want me to come with?”

 “No, I’m fine.”  Danny takes a step away from the table to toss his empty cup in the trash, then turns back to Kono and wraps her in a tight hug. “Thanks for being here,” he whispers into her ear, and Kono squeezes him back.

 “You’ll come back to my place tonight,” she says when they part, her hand still on Danny’s arm.  It’s not really a question.  Danny’s been at the hospital nonstop, and it would drain even the most determined of them.  “I’ll pick you up around seven?”

 “Yeah, okay.”  Danny gives her a small smile, and heads off towards the elevators.

 Damn it, Kono thinks.  Chin was right (he’s always right).  All is <i>not</i> well with Steve and Danny.

 *****

 Kono looks out through the kitchen window at Danny sitting on her back porch, the now familiar mountain view framing the sight.  Her little house is less than an hour away from Seattle’s bustle, but remote enough for some much-needed space at the end of a long day.  She wonders if Danny is feeling how different this place is from Honolulu.  For that matter, it’s a far cry from New Jersey, too.

 Kono liked it, at first, how the pine covered mountains were so clearly a world apart from palm trees and tropical shores.  She needed a change.  And when the novelty wore off, she had her work, which kept her engaged (some would say, she knows, obsessed) in a way she had never been before.

 It’s still her passion, this work, and she’s grateful for it.  She wonders if it will wear thin at some point, when the pain of the losses becomes too much to bear, even if she can help save others in the process.  It doesn’t seem like she’s putting much of a dent in the tragedy of sex trafficking, but at least for right now, she’s going to keep doing what she can.

 She’s not really sure what’s up with Steve, why he’s left the island and his ohana.  She can’t tell if he has simply grown bored with his job, or if there’s more to it.  She suspects the latter, and the sad detective on her back porch strongly supports her theory.

 For all that Steve looks banged up, Danny looks like he’s been through the wringer too.  She could swear he’s aged significantly more than the actual number of years since she’s seen him, the lines around his face deeper, his short hair hardly hanging on to any remnant of blond.  She knows Danny was injured back in the spring, just before Steve left Oahu, but that doesn’t seem to be what’s weighing him down.

 Kono grabs a quilt from the back of her couch and goes out to join Danny.  Danny’s sitting on a wooden swing, leaning over with his head in his hands. He looks up as she approaches.

 “Hey, Kono.”

 Kono sits next to him and drapes the quilt around them both.  It’s chilly here at night, and Danny’s just wearing a dark t-shirt and jeans.  He smiles at her, and runs his fingers over the quilt.  It’s green and white, in a traditional hibiscus pattern.  It used to lie on her bed, back in Hawaii, and it still reminds her of home.

 Kono scoots closer to Danny, and he leans against her side, letting his head rest on her shoulder.  She pushes her toes against the cool grass, just enough to start the swing rocking gently.  The moon is bright, turning everything a glittery silver.

 Danny doesn’t say anything, but he seems content, as they rock gently back and forth.

 After a while, Kono decides that if anyone is going to speak up, it’s going to be her, so she might as well. “It’s really good to see you, Danny. I missed you guys.”

 Danny nods against her arm. “Missed you too.”

 She breathes in deeply, then out again. Danny smells of hospital and stale sweat, there’s none of the island clinging to him at this point.  Fish out of water, just like her.

 “Anything I can do to help?”

 Danny fidgets, and then straightens up, the weight of his head lifting off her shoulder.  “Like I said.  I may have done the wrong thing, coming here.”

 Kono holds her tongue (it happens occasionally).  She couldn’t disagree more, but then again she hasn’t been home in a long time, hasn’t been part of Five-0, hasn’t seen Steve and Danny on a daily basis like she once had.  “Why do you say that?”  

 “Steve left for a reason.  He knew what he was doing.  I’m… interfering.”

 “Steve seemed pretty happy to see you.” This is an understatement – Steve was ridiculously happy to see Danny when he first appeared.  That kiss was spectacular, and plenty mutual.  The love-struck expression on Steve’s face could be seen from space.

 “Could have just been because of the pain meds.”

 “Do you really believe that?”

 Danny shrugs.  “I’m not as oblivious as some people think.”  He pokes his foot at the ground to get the swing rocking again, jiggles his knee up and down.  “We’ve got a pattern, me and Steve.  Steve gets into a jam, does something ridiculous, and I go and get him. It’s so familiar, there’s a rut in the dirt to show for it.  Doesn’t mean anything’s going to change.”

 “Change?”

 Danny glares at Kono, his creased brow clear as day in the moonlight.  “My after the fact rescues haven’t ever been rewarded with a make-out session before, no matter what drugs Steve was on.”

 “Danny,” Kono shifts, turning towards him.  He’s clearly miserable, and she can’t figure out why.  “Has he done something to upset you?  I thought you’d be, you know, happy about this.”

 Danny rubs a hand across his face. “I am, don’t you get it?  I want to be, so much, God, I really do.”

 Kono bumps her shoulder against Danny’s.  “It’s normal to be nervous about the start of a relationship.  Give it time, you guys will work it out.”

 “That’s the thing,” Danny says, letting his hand fall to his lap and catching Kono’s gaze.  “I’m not sure Steve wants to.”

 *****

 The next day, back at the hospital, Kono can see what Danny is talking about.  Steve is feeling much better, more like himself, grinning at the nurses and exuding confidence as he powers through some preliminary exercises to plan out his physical therapy needs (he’ll probably ignore all attempts at physical therapy later, but he’s playing nice with the staff now).  He brushes off the doctor’s hesitance when he talks about the potential damage to his eye, and cheerfully eats the red jello and tasteless chicken they bring him at lunch.

 But he hardly looks at Danny.

 Kono excuses herself for a few hours – there’s paperwork she still needs to do on their last op, and she has visits scheduled with several girls living in a group home nearby.  When she returns around dinnertime, she finds Danny waiting for her in the hospital lobby.

 “You can go up if you want,” Danny says.  “But I’m ready to go, if you just want to head home.”

 Kono stares at Danny for a minute, trying not to let her surprise show on her face.  “Are you sure?”

 Danny gives a sharp nod.  “Yeah.”

 They don’t talk much on the car ride back to Kono’s house.  At one point Danny shakes his head and looks over at her, a lost expression on his face. “I asked him if he wanted me to give him some space.  He said yes.”

 “Oh… so…” She’s at a loss, too. “Did he, um, elaborate?”

 Danny pressed his lips together. “He told me to come back tomorrow. He’s probably getting discharged. So I guess I’m allowed to be there for that.”

 “Danny…”

 “Don’t worry about it, Kono. It’s just Steve.  He gets pissy when he’s in the hospital.  He’ll mellow out.”

 But Danny doesn’t look like he believes his own words, and it is breaking Kono’s heart.

 ****

Steve is in fact discharged the next day.  Kono and Danny show up at the hospital just after lunch to find Steve sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in the clothes Danny had brought him the day before, and raring to go.

 He smiles at them both, apparently having mellowed (as Danny predicted) with the news that he can leave the hospital, and Kono sees hope in Danny’s eyes.

 The car ride back is taxing. There’s traffic, and Steve is holding himself stiffly in the front seat, the movement of the car aggravating his injuries.  Danny’s sitting in the back behind Kono, doing his best to distract Steve with random bits of trivia about their friends back home.  Steve doesn’t respond much.  Finally Danny asks if Steve wants to take another pain pill, and Steve snaps out that he’s fine.  

 A few minutes later, however, Kono glances over and sees Steve grimacing, pale and sweaty, his head in his hands.  He’s clearly not fine.

 “Hey, Steve,” she says quietly.  “Want me to pull over for a minute?”  She had always thought Steve was joking about being susceptible to motion sickness, but the stop and go traffic would get on anyone’s nerves, even if they didn’t have a recent head injury.

 Steve’s got his lips pressed tightly together, and he gives a quick nod.  Kono is able to pull off on the shoulder a minute or so later, and by this time, Steve is breathing through his mouth and looking decidedly green.

 She rolls down the window on Steve’s side, but they’re still getting more fumes than fresh air.  Danny leans forward from the back seat, looking worried. Steve just continues to take long breaths, pressing his hands against his forehead.

 They sit in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes, the car shaking as the traffic speeds by them on the highway. Danny digs a water bottle out of his pack and hands it to Steve, who takes it and sips carefully.  

 “Want to try lying down in the back seat?”  Kono asks. “You might feel better if you got horizontal.”

 Steve apparently likes this suggestion, pushing the car door open and grabbing the back door before Kono even finishes her sentence.  Danny is glancing out his window, calculating whether he’s got enough space to open his door without getting run over, when Steve climbs into the back seat and stretches out, planting his head firmly on Danny’s lap.

 The look on Danny’s face is priceless. Kono can’t help smiling at him as Steve presses his face into Danny’s stomach.

 Danny slowly lowers his hands from where they had flown up into the air when Steve barreled into the car.  One hand lands on Steve’s shoulder, the other gently falls to his head.  Steve shivers, leaning into Danny’s touch.

 “It’s okay, babe,” Danny says, still disbelieving, as he cards his fingers through Steve’s short hair, careful of the strap holding Steve’s eye patch on.  “You’re all right.  Just relax, this is good, you’re good.” Steve clutches Danny’s side, Danny’s t-shirt bunching in Steve’s hand.  Danny rubs Steve’s back.  “We’re okay.”

 Kono smiles at the sight, and then turns around in her seat and pulls the car back onto the highway.  She doesn’t mind playing chauffeur one bit, not when things are so clearly heading in the right direction.

 Kono and Danny get Steve settled back in her spare room, where Steve was staying while they were working together. It seems like it’s been weeks since Steve showed up to help her take down the latest bad guy.  Steve announces that he’s not hungry and is just going to sleep, so they make sure he’s got a glass of water and his pain meds, and let him rest.  Danny hangs back for a moment, and Kono sees him lean down and brush a kiss against Steve’s cheek.  She can’t help letting out a sigh of relief.  

 Kono and Danny go through the motions of putting together dinner from leftover chicken and pasta, and retreat to the back porch again, this time with a six-pack of beer.  Danny finishes two as they chat aimlessly about how Grace is doing in college, Charlie’s developing skills at a pitcher in little league, and whether Lou’s niece is going to make the varsity basketball team this year.  Kono updates Danny on how her family back on Oahu is doing, and Danny asks polite questions about her father.

 “Do you ever think about coming back?” Danny asks, reaching down to place an empty bottle on the ground and open another.

 She knows he means to Oahu.  “Of course.”

 “Then why don’t you?”

 “My work is here.”

 “But…”  Kono can tell Danny is looking for a way to say this that isn’t too abrasive.  She’s not sure there is one.

 “You don’t even come to visit. Not for holidays, special occasions, anything.”

 Kono takes a sip of her beer. She can’t really deny it.

 “Is it because of Adam?  You wouldn’t have to see him.  We could keep him away from you, you know.  We’ve got skills.”  Danny quirks a grin at her, and Kono can’t help smiling back.

 “It’s not because of Adam, exactly.” She blows out a long breath. “It’s just easier to make a clean break from everything that happened there, that’s all.”

 Danny gets a quizzical look on his face, studying her carefully.  “Do you feel like you can’t come back?”

 Kono feels a wave of shame, something she thought she had come to terms with raising its ugly head again. <i>You ran away. Coward.  You left your family.</i>  Shaking her head, she squares her shoulders and turns to Danny. “My family was pretty hard on me, for a while, for leaving.  My father especially.  But I think they understand now.”

 She’s pretty sure they still hold it against her.  But they talk on the phone as if nothing is wrong, so at least some progress has been made.

 Danny leans back and rubs his chin with his hand.  “What if Steve is doing the same thing?”

 What, running away?  Kono thinks to herself.  Or feeling guilty?  “Is he?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “Danny…”  Kono lets out a long breath.  “I know why I did what I did, why I’ve been staying away.  Some good has definitely come of it.  But I’m not sure it was worth it.”  She might never know.

 “Wherever you go, there you are?” Danny asks, his half smile apologizing for the attempt at humor.

 “Maybe.”

 Danny fusses with the label on his beer bottle, until he gets it off with a satisfied tug.  “Isn’t home the place where they always have to take you in?”

 Kono smiles.  She’d like to think so, but… “Don’t they also say you can’t go home again?”

 Danny snorts.  “I studied economics, not English lit.”  He sighs, waving his hands, his empty beer bottle along for the ride.  “I just want Steve to be okay, whatever pearl of wisdom applies.”

 “Me too, Danny, me too.”