#i remember there was a MINE where this little girl’s dad disappeared into.

[jihyoruri]

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↳ warnings richgirl!yn, read these three parts before this one if you haven’t already, getting glimpse into yn, chaewon is chaewon…, mentions of weight & throwing up, yn’s family (a real warning fr), pre debut stuff

yn knew who she was from a very young age.

she came from an old money family, the moon family, but it wasn’t just any old money—it was wealth built over generations of hard work, or so her father would tell her.

her family was extremely important, involved in almost every major company in korea. they held a high status and were regarded with the utmost respect, held to the highest standards imaginable.

and oh was that standard installed in yn.

the numbers four, ten, fourteen, sixteen, eighteen and nineteen is something that yn will always remember for six important reasons. It's likely the reason she is who she is today.

IV

age four is the last time yn remembers really crying.

she probably cried before that, but she obviously didn’t have the memory to recall those times.

ever since she was born, she remembers being in her father’s arms, never her mother’s. her father took care of her along with her brothers.

yn knew her father wasn’t the best man, but he wasn’t the worst. at least he acknowledged all three of his children. while he definitely paid more attention to her brothers, he still looked after her.

her mother, though, never acknowledged her. even when yn was a little baby, her mother’s focus was always on her boys.

both parents’ attention was always on the boys—they were the future of the family, the men of the family. at least her father made a little bit of effort when it came to yn.

at age four, yn was at the age where all she wanted to do was play outside, winter had fallen and disappeared and it was finally getting warmer outside, so it was the perfect opportunity to go play outside.

she asked her dad to accompany her but he was getting ready for a meeting.

“go play out front,” he said patting her head, “it’s beside my window, so I’ll be able to see you, the gate is locked so it should be safe, it’s big enough for you to run around, just watch out for the flowers, the maid planted them yesterday.”

yn excitedly ran out of her father's office, dashed down the large marble steps, and headed for the front door, but not without bumping into one of her older brothers.

“where you are going?” daeun asked his sister.

"outside! dad said I can play out front," she replied eagerly.

the ten year old clicked his tongue and shook his head. "lucky you. after jae’s done getting ready with mom, I'm next." he was about to remind her that the whole family had dress fittings today for the ball they were hosting, but she was already out the door.

yn basked in the sunlight as she ran out front, rolling in the grass and sprinting on the concrete.

suddenly, her foot slipped, causing her to fall and hit her knee on one of the decorative stones. blood started to paint the stone red

yn let out the loudest cry imaginable, clutching her knee, not even caring about the blood on her hands.

“yn!”

yn looked up, she furrowed her eyebrows confused to see her mother running towards her and not her father.

“oh my- what happened?!” the woman asked kneeling in front of her daughter.

“I was running and tripped.” yn sniffed as her mom lifted her up, she wrapped her arms around the woman’s shoulders leaning her head down, “where’s daddy? I need him to look at my knee.”

“he’s in his meeting,” the woman informed the crying girl, “I’ll look at your cut.”

“but he always looks at them! do you know how to look at mine?”

the woman patted her daughters back as they made their way inside the big house, “I look at your brothers all the time, let me patch you up and then get you ready for the dress fitting.”

instead of arguing more yn just sniffled tightening her grip on her mother who walked further into the house.

“we also can’t be crying like this anymore yn, we don’t do that here.”

age four is also the first and last time yn remembers being held by her mother.

it was also the last time she remembers fully crying.

age four the standard was officially introduced to her.

X

yn thanked her father as he passed her a second piece of bread. "jae, pass me the butter, please."

"you're having another piece of bread?" her brother asked with a grin. "slow down on the carbs, yn."

"pass your sister the butter," their father said sternly. jae immediately quieted his laughter and slid the butter over to yn.

daeun gave jae hard nudge, “leave yn alone it’s not her fault she’s menstruating.”

yn's mouth dropped open as her brothers laughed. She looked at her mother with a betrayed expression. "you told them?"

"I had to," her mother shrugged, cutting the beef on her plate. "they might have been concerned about why you're eating so much."

yn pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek. ehen she realized she was having her first period, she wanted to go to her dad, but what could he do? she knew she had to go to her mother, even if it made her uncomfortable

“yn is always eating though, especially this year.” jae said, “even the maid brings her snacks.”

“always snacking and writing those poems.”

"can you shut up, lardass?" yn snapped, getting ready to lunge over the large dinner table.

"leave your sister alone," their father said, taking a sip of his wine.

silence fills the table for their mother speaks up, “actually yn, I got your dress in a size four.”

yn looked up from her now abandoned bread confused, “size four? I’m a size eight though.”

“I know.” her mom shrugs, “I feel like you can be a little smaller, it would make you look attractive.”

“why does my ten year old sister need to be attractive?” daeun asked in a joking manner.

“you know what I mean.” their mother said before looking at yn, “you need to slim down a little honey, cut out some things.”

“can you two talk about this on your little girl hangouts.” jae cut in.

yn scoffed, “what girl hangouts.” she muttered to herself, her mother barely talks to her much less have girl hangouts, “may I be excused?” she looked at her father who nodded his head.

“where are you going?”

“the washroom.”

it had been two months since that dinner, yn stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. her size four dress fitting perfectly.

“see,” her mother started, “you look so beautiful, size four is the size for you, I’m glad you took my advice on cutting out some food.”

yn stayed silent just look at herself in the mirror, she looked up at the ceiling as she felt the back of her eyes start the burn, the water threatening to spill out.

“are still sick?” she turned to look at jae and daeun who entered the room that their mother had exited.

“she was sick?” daeun asked look at his younger sister who sat her vanity, looking through her expensive perfumes.

“yeah for like the past two months.” jae said, “sometimes after dinner I would hear her throw up like crazy in the washroom.”

daeun raised his brow at yn who barley acknowledged jae’s words.

“can you guys tell dad I’ll be downstairs in a second.”

"Sure," jae said, tugging daeun along with him. daeun looked back at yn before shaking his head and following Jae out of the room. along with him.

there’s a reason yn will always remember the age ten.

XIV

the starting of age fourteen was weird for yn.

jae was eighteen and daeun was twenty , they were barely in the house these days cause they were making their way through training for the family name, they were slowly becoming more and more important to the family business.

while yn was stuck at in the big mansion she called home, her father was also out of the house, always at meetings and press conferences and if the boys are out the house her mother is also out the house.

so yn was really alone.

and she wanted out.

she was tired of the same routine, waking up, going to school, coming home, sleeping.

she laid on her big pink bed, humming along to the lyrics of hoot by girls generation that came from her cd player, she owned every album from the girl group.

yn loved music, she loved the singing, dancing and rapping, she could totally see her self doing that for living.

wait…

isn’t sm entertainment holding auditions…

today.

she jumped up from her bed and and ran down the marble steps of her house while she called her dad.

“hey daddy! I’m going out, where? oh nothing just want to get some fresh air, I won’t leave the gated community I promise.”

she knew if she called the chauffeur to drive her, he would tell her dad. yn huffed as she adjusted her skirt and her pink chanel sweater. she slipped on her Mary janes and turned off her phone.

she was going to have to make a run for it.

yn has never ran like this in her life, her father would kill her if he found out she was doing this but it felt so right.

she ran and ran until she was right in front of the recognizable building, sm entertainment.

she walked in to see a woman standing there with a paper in her hand, she look at yn and raised a brow, “hi! are you hear for auditions?”

“yes,” yn nodded her head, adjusting her sweater, “yes, I am.”

the woman scanned yn’s expensive attire, “really?”

“yes.” yn stated firmly, she could sense the woman’s thoughts, and if there’s one thing her father has always thought her, is to not let people underestimate you, she was above them. “is there a problem?”

yn adjusted her sweater even more, showing off the costum family crest that was sown into her sweater, causing the woman’s eyes the widen.

“oh nothing, the audition rooms is down this way.” the woman says gesturing down the hall, yn’s stern face melted into a kinda smile.

“thank you.” she said before walking down the hall.

as she walked she saw a line of people leaning on the wall beside the room.

yn made her way to join the line, standing beside a girl with bangs.

the girl looked at yn and smiled, “are you nervous?”

“this was kinda a rushed idea, so I don’t know how I feel yet.” yn said looking down at her mary jane’s.

the girl laughed and scanned over yn, “hey what’s up that that logo thing, I’ve seen it everywhere since i’ve been in korea.”

yn looked at the crest, “oh, it’s my family crest.”

“that’s cool, so your family is pretty big huh?”

“I guess who can say that,” yn said before looking at the backpack the girl had, “can you actually do me a favour.”

“depends on the favour.”

“can I put my sweater in your bag? and take it out after the auditions.”

“sure!”

yn unzipped her sweater while the girl opened her bag and stuffed it inside, “thank you so much.”

“no problem.” the girl says before looking at the shirt, “ I like your shirt.”

“thanks, it’s miumiu.”

“that sounds expensive, I’m yizhuo.”

“I’m yn.”

“good luck yn.”

“good luck to you too yizhuo.”

the girls stood in line for about an hour, yn listened to yizhuo talk off her ear about if they both made it into sm all the way until it yizhuo‘s turn.

yn looked at the time on her watch, her family wouldn’t be home for another couple hours, she should be able to get home on time , hopefully.

she watched as yizhuo walked out the room with a smile on her face, mouthing a good luck.

if they weren’t there before the nerves were definitely catching up to yn now, she took a deep breath and walked into the room to see three adults sitting.

she gave them a charming smile and stood in front of them.

“hello.” the woman out of the three said to the younger girl with a smile, “state your name and age.”

“I’m moon yn.” yn looks at the three adults, they were scanning her face as if they were trying to figure her out, “and I’m fourteen years old.”

“okay yn, what’s your specialty?” one of the men ask, looking the girls mary jane’s, how is she gonna dance in those?

“uh…” yn didn’t even know what to say, this was definitely an impulse decision on her end.

“always snacking and writing those poems”

“rap.” she states causing the three to raise their brows in surprise, obviously not expecting the girl decked out in pink to say that, “I love rapping.” she lied.

“show us you skills.” the woman said causing yn to mentally curse herself.

she looked deep into the back of her mind to find one of her writings, shaking off her nerves she recited something she wrote a while ago, her flow becoming better as she went on, trying her best to free style.

as she finished the woman nodded her head impressed, “did you write that yourself?” she asked writing on the paper in front of her.

“yes.”

one of the men hummed nodding his head, “now what song are you performing for us today?”

I guess her days of memorizing and singing girls generation songs and choreography is finally gonna pay off.

“I will be singing into the new world.” yn says shaking out her nerves.

the three nodded their heads surprised, this girl kept surprising them.

“let’s hear you.”

as yn started, all she did was think of the words her family members would tell her, to always show confidence, to show people that you’re better, and that’s what she did.

once she finished, she put her hand on her chest to smooth out her breathing, she can’t believe she just did that, the only time she’s done something like this was in the comfort of her big bedroom.

“thank you yn, you will definitely be hearing back from us.” the woman said to the girl who smiled and thanked them.

yn was about to rush out the room but was stopped by one of the men.

“are you related to the moon family, you look so familiar, like I’ve seen your face on tv.”

yn hesitated, she thought about lying but they would easily search her family up, “yes.” she nodded her head.

all three of them looked even more surprised, but yn had no time for more conversation rushing out the room and bumping into yizhuo, who had yn’s sweater in her hand.

“woah, you’re in a rush.”

“yeah, I have to head home.” yn said taking her sweater from yizhuo’s hand and dragging it on.

“wait can I get your number.” she asked handing yn her phone.

yn rushingly typed out her phone number in the girls phone and rushed out the building.

“it was nice meeting you!” she heard yizhuo yell.

and just like how she got to sm entertainment she got home the same way, she ran miles making her way to the gated community that she called her neighbourhood.

yn was about to make it through her gate, when she heard a familiar sounding car, she immediately ran to the back of the house and climbed the tall fence falling to the ground with a big thud.

she didn’t have time to whine about the pain and ran towards the outdoor stairs that lead to the balcony of her bedroom.

she slide open the clear sliding door and rushed into her room.

she took off her sweater letting out a sigh of relief until she heard foot steps heading towards her room, she threw the sweater across the room and jumped on her bed right on her stomach.

her bedroom door opened to reveal daeun, “dad wants to talk to you.” he said before closing her door.

yn felt a nervous feeling bubbling in her stomach as she got up from her bed and out her bedroom.

it was silent as she went down the stairs to find her father standing at the end of the stairs looking at her with a stern face.

“have a nice walk around the neighborhood?” he looked at yn who laughed nervously.

“yeah I got back an hour ago.” she lied forcing a smile.

“come with me.”

yn nervously followed her father into the dining area where the rest of her family sat staring down at her.

“sit.”

she sat beside jae who side eyed her before looking at their father, she hasn’t had much of an relationship with her brothers now that they’ve have started officially working with the family company.

she could brush of the obvious favouritism towards them when she was younger but as she got older the more she resented her brothers.

her father stood looking at her as she looked down in her lap.

“look at me, we don’t look down.” he said sternly causing yn to snap her head up immediately.

“now tell me why,” he starts, “one of my associates is telling me that they saw my daughter running around the city and entering the sm entertainment building?”

yn winced at the sound of her fathers voice before looking at her mother and brothers that just stare at her waiting for her to talk.

she couldn’t stay silent, if someone is talking to you, you answer them.

“I want to become an idol.” she says quietly, silence fills the air after her words.

“you want to become an idol?” her father asks shocked, why in the world would his daughter want to become an idol, “no, I won’t allow it.”

yn inched up in her chair looking at her father with pleading eyes, “come on dad, just look at it, if I debut and I have a perfect idol image, everyone will praise you for raising such a good daughter and bringing a good image to the family name.”

her father looks at her processing her words the look on his face made her hopeful, “I’ll be the best trainee to exist, I’ll be at the top of everything, I’ll be better than everyone, I’ll show them that the moon family is multi talented and not to be underestimated.”

there’s more silence.

“you’re gonna be at the top of everything, if you aren’t number one of everything I will take you out.” he says looking at yn who couldn’t fight her smile but dropped it immediately.

“thank you.” she replied in a level toned as her father just nodded in response.

“go to your room.”

she rushed out the dinning room and up the stairs to her room, as soon as she closed her door a smile broke onto a big smile.

she heard buzzing from her phone only to see an unknown number.

hey it’s yizhuo, I really hope we get to train together, wanna call rich girl ?

yn couldn’t help but playfully roll her at the nickname before typing out a sure.

she spent the whole night on the phone with yizhuo, she had never talked to a person like how she talked to her, she felt relaxed.

if she gets into sm she really hopes yizhuo gets in as well.

and her hopes came through.

yn squealed on the phone as her and yizhuo opened their letters at the same time, both of them being accepted into sm entertainment, meaning they’ll be training together.

yn will never forget fourteen.

XVI

age sixteen, was a age full of accomplishments and hardships.

she was number one for every single monthly evaluation since she started training at fourteen, living up to her promises she had made to her father.

the compliments that the trainers and senior idols that visited the trainees would say to her felt good, she had grown a passion for the little lie she made in her auditions she loved rapping, it was what she felt comfortable with.

but under all the accomplishments she has had, there was a girl who wanted to burst into tears everyday.

her father really took her words to heart about her being better than everyone, he told the company to make sure yn trained on her own in another practice room, making her isolated from the other trainees.

after a year yizhuo and her stoped texting and calling each other, yn’s head was full of training and being the best that she has barely paid attention to her phone.

she thrived in the praises her father would throw her when she would tell him that she hadn’t slept because she was training so much.

his thats my girls made her feel like she was on top of the word, with her father’s praises she didn’t need friends she didn’t want friends. all she wanted was to make him proud, maybe even have her mother finally notice her.

the other trainees would call her untouchable, and not in a good way she was pretty stuck up in their eyes, with her rich girl mentalities. when she was in the same room as them the aura always shifted she never laughed at jokes, she never cried at harsh feedback, she was always stone cold, when people tried to talk to her she would always say something shady and mean and walk off.

but she somehow came on top every time, even with her in their opinion shitty attitude.

she was like a robot, some of them wondered how she didn’t get tired.

but oh she did.

it was was five am and yn was currently passed out on the practice floor, she had been practicing since the early morning before with zero breaks, she didn’t remember the last time she had eaten anything but that didn’t matter when she was practicing.

voices were heard outside the door but yn didn’t even flinch completely out like a light.

“I never saw her leave yesterday.”

“why do you care yizhuo? didn’t she stop talking to you.”

“yeah but… I’m just worried.”

“is the door locked.”

“I don’t think so.”

“let’s check on her.”

the door creaked open and gasps filled the air, yizhuo and two other trainees jimin and minjeong ran over to yn’s passed out body.

“yn!” yizhuo shaking the girl who could barely open her eyes at the action.

yn tried to open her eyes fully but it was so difficult, she felt yizhuo pull her up to lean against her, “jimin unnie give her your water.”

jimin pulled the water bottle out her backpack and handed it to yizhuo who had to force the water in yn’s mouth since the girl could barely grip anything with how weak she was.

yn leaned against yizhuo as silence filled the air, the three girls looked at her with concern as she attempted to sit up.

“this is humiliating.” yn mumbled to herself as she looked at the three girls with red eyes.

“what happened?” jimin asked looking at the girl that she always thought was at the top of the world who currently looked like she fell off the top of the world.

“I don’t know,” yn said trying her best to keep eye contact with the older girl, “I was practicing and then I wasn’t.”

“you’ve been practicing since yesterday?” minjeong asked the girl shocked, she didn’t have much of an opinion on yn like how the other trainees did, she thought the girl was hard working to be honest, but now maybe a little too hard working, “have you eaten?”

“no, its whatever.”

“it’s not whatever.” yizhuo said looking at yn, “this is crazy yn, you’ve been blowing me off because you’ve been depriving yourself?”

all yn did was lean back onto the girl, exhaustion surrounding her.

“I was wondering how you stayed in shape, I guess the secret is you don’t eat.” minjeong said mindlessly, causing jimin to nudge her.

“hey,” the oldest started, “how about we go to the cafe across the street and get you something to eat, for yizhuo’s sake at least.”

yn looked at the older girl before letting out a sigh, allowing her to pull her off the ground.

jimin had firm grip on yn who could barely stand up as yizhuo and minjeong got off the floor.

“I’m practicing with you in this room for now on.” yizhuo said dusting herself off, “jimin and minjeong unnie are as well now.”

yn side eyed the girl, “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“I don’t care, right?” yizhuo turned to jimin and minjeong who hesitantly nodded their heads in agreement.

yn stayed silent, looking at jimin In shock when she interlocked her hand with yn and guided her out the door, she barely knew the girl but was already acting so kind.

“I like your bag.” minjeong said to yn as the four of them walked, she picked it up for yn when they left th practice room, “how much was it?”

“actually never mind don’t tell me, It’ll hurt too much.” the girl cut yn off causing the other three to laugh.

yn will never forget sixteen because she acquired three of the most important people in her life at that age, plus another a year.

XVIII

age eighteen was when yn officially thought it was the end of the world.

after letting yizhuo, jimin and minjeong into her life she grew a sense of freedom.

she still worked just as hard as she did at sixteen but this time she had people looking after her, there was also a new addition to the friend group a year later.

yn laughed as aeri took photos of her in the practice room.

the five girls were put into a group together, they were told that they were gonna debut together, yn was just glad that she was debuting and with people she considered her friends.

“no fansite’s please.” yizhuo joked as she stood in front of yn guarding the girl from aeri’s phone, “that’s how we’re gonna act like when we debut.”

“knowing yn she’ll pose for them.” minjeong cut in laughing at the three girls.

“I’m made for the cameras.” yn joked posing for aeri while yizhuo kept blocking her.

“yn your phone is ringing.” jimin cut in on their fun, “I think it’s your dad.”

yn furrowed her eyebrows, why would he be calling her?

she took her phone from jimin’s hands and brought it to her ear, walking out into the hallway, “hey dad.”

“hey honey, I’ve got some news for you.” she couldn’t pin point her father’s tone as he talked, “the company is doing a partnership.”

“that’s good?” yn replied not understanding why her father needed to tell her this, the family barely talked to her about the business, “is that all?”

“no actually, it’s with hybe.” he said into the phone while yn tried her best to understand why he’s telling her this, “okay?”

“meaning you have to leave sm,” he says nonchalantly while yn felt like water had been poured all over her.

her heart was in her stomach, “what?”

“yeah, you’ll be transferred to be a trainee in source music.” he says it like he’s reading off of something, “you’ll be guaranteed a spot in their upcoming new girl group.”

“dad- I’m already in a group- I’m literally debuting in a couple of months.” yn felt like she was gonna throw up, all this hard work, her friends for nothing.

“this is business yn.” her father said sternly, “I can’t have you in company that could be a possible threat to money.”

“but you said, if I stay on top of everything I can stay in sm, I’ve been number one for the post four years almost five years.” she argues, this couldn’t be happened.

“I said you could be an idol if you stay on top of everything, nothing about the company.” her father said.

“dad please.” yn said into the phone her voice cracking.

“are you about to cry?” her father asked sternly, “we don’t do that, stop it.”

“I’m not crying.” yn said looking up, “just this is so unfair, I’ve worked hard.”

“so have I,” her father replied brushing off his daughter’s words, “it’s either you move to hybe or you’re not training anymore.

and with that he hung up.

yn took a deep breath to calm her nerves and opened the practice room door to only be met with four girls staring at her like they’ve seen a ghost.

“did you guys hear anything.” she asked, throwing her head back when they nodded.

“I’m sorry guys, he’s just such-”

“an asshole.” aeri cuts off looking at yn with sad eyes, “so you’re really leaving.”

“I guess I have to, this was just dropped on me out of thin air.” yn trying her best not to burst into tears.

“maybe we can all audition for hybe and become a group there.” minjeong said look at yn who slide down the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“no you guys have worked too hard for that.”

“so have you,” jimin said, “this is so unfair.”

yn shrugged she looked at yizhuo who stared back at her, she could see the tears rushing to the girls eyes.

she smiled weakly at yizhuo who rushed to her side and bursted into tears, “this is so unfair, we were supposed to debut together, now what? you’re back to being a trainee?”

yn and the rest of the girls hugged the crying girl, “it’s okay.”

“it’s not okay.” yizhuo said harshly, “you’re supposed to be crying with me.”

yn couldn’t help but laugh at the girls words, “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to convince myself that this is fake.”

the girls huddled together in silence, “he said I have guaranteed spot in the line up for their new girl group.”

“so I guess we’ll see each other music shows?” aeri tried to lighten the mood, causing the girls the weakly laugh.

yn will never forget age eighteen, it was the year all her hard work went down the drain.

XIX

age nineteen was the age of complete chaos.

yn’s year of training at hybe was a lot, it was draining.

she trained under source for a while and hated it, she met a couple of girls that she was in the lineup with for the new girl group, they were pretty cool but it wasn’t the same as sm, she was the oldest out of all of them and didn’t connect with the girls much.

she had to watch aespa debut from behind the screen while she was stuck in the source music practice room, she still couldn’t believe her father, she always had a feeling that the family business would be put above her feelings one day but I guess she didn’t think that day would actually come.

she still talked to the girls who were now idols but it never felt the same on both ends, they were supposed to be together.

her days under source honestly felt like they were merged into one, everything was the same.

that was until yn was told that she was going to be moved under another label under hybe called ador with five other girls.

the six of them were gonna be the first new hybe girl group.

the girls were sweet, it was obvious all of them looked up to yn as a big sister, they also thought how rich she is was pretty cool.

but it was like the world was against yn because as soon as yn and the other ador girls were getting closer and getting ready for their debut yn got a call from her dad.

yn leaning against the mirror of the practice room, “hello?”

“hey honey did you get then news?”

yn slide down the mirror and say on the floor crossing her legs, “what news?”

“you’re getting moved back to source.” he says nonchalantly, “tomorrow to be exact.”

yn squeezed her eyes, “dad, you’re joking right?”

“when have I ever joked with you?”

he’s right, “so what? just like last time I can’t debut.”

“not exactly, plans changed I was told that your groups debut was gonna be postponed and that another girl group was gonna be debuting,”

yn furrowed her eyebrows she was not told this at all, “so what?”

“so, I told them that you would be a good asset to the group, you’re probably the most talented and would bring a lot of attention,”

“so I’m debuting in another group?”

“yes, you can thank me.”

yn rolled her eyes into the back of her head, “thanks dad…bye I have to tell the other girls.”

as much as she didn’t want to admit it she was excited to finally become an idol, all this hard work would finally mean something.

it was weird walking into that practice room full of other girls that have been working together, she was the new girl.

“this is yn, she will officially be apart of the lineup and will be working with you guys for now on, we’re gonna try our best to help her with the choreography and help her catch up with things, make her feel welcomed, she’s a really important figure, I’ll leave you guys to get to know her for a little.”

she tried her best to ignore the last sentence, her family followed her everywhere like a shadow.

“hello.” she said confidently even though she felt slightly uncomfortable under the eyes of the six girls.

she gave them a charming smile, “don’t worry I’m a fast learner, I think.”

she heard a giggle come from a girl standing in the far right causing yn to raise a brow at her.

“sorry,” the girl cleared her throat, “I’m kazuha.”

yn gave her a smile “nice to meet you kazuha.” she says before looking at the other girls.

she nodded along as they stated their names before looking at the last girl who just stared at her, “and yours is?”

“you don’t know me.”

“no sorry.”

“I’m kim chaewon.”

yn furrowed her eyebrows at the way the girl said her name to her, like she had some sort of authority over she, she didn’t like it.

“I’m moon yn,” yn responded, she didn’t have to say her name, that was already told earlier, but she felt like she had to.

chaewon raised a brow at yn’s tone, “rich girl huh?”

yn narrowed her eyes before turning towards the girl who had introduced herself as kazuha, “you seem cool, wanna show me some of the choreo before we have to start practicing?”

yn hasn’t acted this stand offish since she started at sm but it seemed needed, she couldn’t just let anyone talk to her the way they wanted, that’s not what she was taught.

the girl smiled at yn, “sure!”

as yn let the girl drag her to the other side of the room she heard the chaewon girl say something to the taller girl beside that she learned was yunjin, “this is who we lost ruka to? a stuck up rich girl?”

she decided to brush it off, it was the first day, they would probably warm up to each other.

oh how wrong was she.

nineteen was the age things officially went both uphill and downhill for yn.

this is just a chapter before things get worse ngl

[scarletqueenx]

chapter six - a very supernatural christmas

Dean Winchester x female oc

Summary: After experiencing an alternative life through the spell of a Djinn, Dean realizes that he is missing something in his life. He and Freya Holloway had been dating for a few months before his father disappeared and his journey with Sam began. Now, having made a deal to save his brother's life and with only a year to live, Dean considers reconnecting with the only girl he's ever had feelings for.

Author’s Note: English is not my first lenguage.

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Henry Holloway hated Christmas. Well, he hadn't always hated them, in fact it was his favorite holiday, until his wife died on that tragic May night in 1994. From then on, Christmas became a nightmare. Everything reminded him of Laurel and Carter. Because they were both the biggest Christmas lovers, unlike Freya, whose favorite holiday had always been Halloween, and not just because it was her birthday.

Still, Freya had made sure to always celebrate Christmas so her little brother could experience a normal life. Receiving presents from Santa Claus like the rest of the kids, decorating the tree, baking cookies and watching movies. But since he was born, Peter couldn't remember a Christmas with his father. Henry always left the house during that month, leaving Freya and Peter alone. Well, in the care of a family friend.

"You spent Christmas with Bobby?" Dean couldn't believe Freya's words. The girl nodded with a smile on her face, her arms resting on the back of the front seats of the Impala where Sam and Dean were sitting.

"Until I was 15, then I don't really know what happened. Bobby didn't come back that year nor the following and I became the adult in the house." She explained.

"That's weird."

"Something must have happened between them." Sam commented, turning to face Freya. The girl shrugged, not having an answer.

"Yet Henry called him when you disappeared." Dean pointed out.

"My father is not a hunter. I think Bobby is the only one he knows. He had no choice." Freya said.

Freya had been traveling with the Winchester brothers for almost three months. And after spending so much time with them and accepting them as part of her family, the girl knew that losing Dean would be much harder than she had first thought.

Now, three days before Christmas, the three of them were on their way to solve a new case. This had been the first year in a long time that Henry Holloway hadn't left his home on the last day of November. However, he was going to do it sooner or later. Peter had called Freya numerous times, frightened to be alone during this time of the year. Freya hated being away from him, and hated even more having to tell him that she wouldn't be able to make it in time to be with him on the 25th, so she had spent the last few days trying to convince her father to behave himself and stay by his side for the holidays.

So while Dean and Sam investigated and questioned the victim's family, Freya decided to stay at the motel so she could talk to her father.

"I know I should stay with him. But I see your mother everywhere during these days, it's like her ghost is haunting me." Henry explained as he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"You burned her remains." Freya reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. But what if there's something left..."

"Dad, no ghost has shown up at that house during the Christmas that Peter and I have spent by ourselves." Freya cut him off. "Mom's ghost isn't haunting you. Okay? Peter can't spend Christmas alone..."

"He's 14 years old."

"Exactly, and you're his father. Act like it." She complained. "I've already spent his birthday away from him and he's spent mine away from me, don't do this to him."

"Maybe I can call Bobby..." Henry mumbled to himself, but still Freya was able to hear him.

"Forget it, Dean told me he was on a hunt." She said. "Dad..."

"I can't do it, Freya." He interrupted her. "I can't. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I'm disappointing you and him, but... I hear your brother's laugh from when he was little, running around the house covered in flour from the cookies he used to make with your mother. I see you, still innocent, decorating the tree while dancing to Christmas songs. Last Christmas by Wham was your favorite. And... I see her, Freya. And it hurts."

"It hurts us all."

"I'm sorry I'm not the father you hoped for, Freya."

"You are." She assured. "You were for 10 years. You still are, I know you are."

"No. That man died alongside your mother that night."

Before Freya could say anything to refute his words, Henry ended the call leaving her clueless as to what to do to make sure her brother didn't spend Christmas alone. An idea quickly popped into her head just as Dean and Sam began sending her the information they had gathered on the case.

With a quick search, Freya managed to obtain Maddie Lockhart's phone number. Freya didn't have any friends or family to call other than Dean, Sam and Bobby, so Maddie was her only option.

"I don't know, Freya. I told you I don't want anything to do with this." Maddie complained after hearing her request.

"You just have to spend Christmas with him. One week, until after New Year's. My father will come home then." Freya insisted.

"You hardly know me."

"Come on, I can read people, I'm a hunter. You're not a killer. And Peter will run all the necessary tests to make sure you're human before he lets you in the house. He's very thorough, believe me."

"Okay. I'll do it. But you owe me one." Maddie finally agreed.

"Whatever you want." Freya assured, letting out a sigh of relief.

After that Freya went back to research, hanging pictures of different demons that might fit with what happened in that city on one of the walls of the room, opening several of the books she had taken from her house and looking for information on Sam's laptop.

"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean asked her, carrying a brown paper bag.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke." Freya answered, causing Sam to chuckle.

"Who?" Dean looked at them in confusion.

"Mary Poppins?"

"Who's that?" He frowned.

"Oh, come on. I thought movies were your specialty." Freya frowned. "Never mind. Did you guys find anything else?"

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" She frowned.

"Don't know." Sam answered. "Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof."

Dean nodded, sitting down on the couch as he turned his attention to Freya.

"So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" He asked her.

"Actually, I have an idea." She admitted.

"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy."

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us?"

"Um... evil Santa." She replied with a nervous smile.

Dean paused, sharing a glance with his brother before turning his eyes back to Freya as he nodded. "Yeah, that's crazy." He stated.

Freya rolled her eyes, looking at Sam before getting to her feet as she grabbed one of her father's books to approach Dean.

"Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture." She explained, showing Dean some evil Santa pictures. "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter." She turned to Sam the show him the book too. "Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore."

"Saying what?" Dean asked.

"Saying... back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked."

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?"

"For starters, yeah." Freya looked him in the eyes as Sam took a step back as he seemed to be left out of the conversation. It was as if Freya and her brother had forgotten about his presence in the room as they discussed the girl's theory.

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Well, ah – I'm just saying, that's what the lore says."

"Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa."

"Yeah, I know." Freya assured with a scoff. "I mean... I could be wrong. I... just... Yeah, I gotta be wrong." She looked down, turning back to the table.

"Maybe, maybe not." Dean shook his head, taking the book from her hands in a quick motion when he saw the deception in her eyes.

"What?" Sam looked at him with confusion.

"I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched." Dean explained with a shrug.

"Where?"

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"This is not exactly how I pictured the North Pole if I'm being honest." Freya said, looking at that little event called Santa's Village where Christmas music was playing and children were running around while various employees dressed as Santa's elves were trying to entertain people. It was quite depressing. "I told you one thing, if I brought Peter here he wouldn't talk to me for a whole year. This place takes all the magic out of Christmas."

"Speaking of." Dean spoke, gaining her and his brother's attention. "We should have one this year."

"Have one what?" Sam frowned.

"A Christmas."

"That would be great." Freya smiled.

"No, thanks." Sam scoffed at the same time.

"We'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little." Dean commented towards his brother.

"Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know." Sam sighed.

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases."

"Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam looked at him in disbelief.

The look in his eyes was all Freya needed to see to realize that this subject was not a pleasant one for the younger Winchester.

She couldn't relate to it. Despite her father's absence the last few years, she had always had good Christmases. Except, maybe, the first one after her mother's death and Carter's departure. Peter was still a baby at that time and didn't understand much, which meant she didn't have to pretend to be happy and make sure he had a good Christmas experience.

"Oh, come on, Sam." Dean insisted.

"No! Just... no."

"All right, Grinch." Dean scoffed, walking away to take a better look of the place.

Freya turned to look at Sam, who seemed lost in thought. Truth be told, she was a little lost too, feeling once again that knot in her chest at the thought that she'd left Peter alone for Christmas. Well, not completely alone, but without his family. She just hoped he and Maddie would get along.

"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow." Dean's voice brought Sam and her out of their thoughts

"What?" Freya frowned.

"Nothing. What are we looking for, again?"

"Um... lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets." She answered, looking around.

"Great. So we're looking for a pimp Santa." Dean sighed which made Freya giggle. "Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?" Freya teased, moving closer to him.

"That's creepy." He stated, looking back at her.

"Yeah, I know. I just... have this tendency to try to cover everything bad with a joke or a sarcastic comment."

Dean nodded, totally understanding that.

"How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" Sam asked as he walked with them.

"I don't know." Freya shrugged, stopping and staring at the man wearing a Santa Claus costume sits outside a small barn a few feet away from where they were standing. Like the fake Santa Claus in the malls, this one let children sit on his lap to tell him the gifts they wanted to receive for Christmas.

"So, Ronny, tell me. You been a good boy this year?" Santa asked the kid who was currently sitting on his lap.

"Yeah." The boy answered.

"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you." Santa answered him as cackled creepily, which caused Freya to cringe.

"Maybe we do." Dean answered his brother's earlier question after witnessing that scene.

"Yeah, as if kids were actually honest when Santa asks them that." Freya scoffed as she watched the mother grab her son's hand to lead him away from the fake Santa.

Just at that moment a woman in an elf costume walked up to Sam, Dean and Freya.

"Welcome to Santa's court." She smiled. "Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"Uh..."

"No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here" Dean spoke, cutting off his brother's mumbling as he smacked him on the shoulder. "...it's been a lifelong dream of his."

The elfin girl turned her eyes to the young Winchester, looking at him like he's a freak. "Uh, sorry. No kids over... 12."

"No, he's just kidding." Sam quickly spoke, trying to clear up the situation. However, his last words caused quite the opposite. "We only came here to watch."

The girl frowned before turning her eyes to Dean and Freya, as the latter tried to hide the chuckle that was about to escape her lips.

"Eww."

"I-I didn't mean that we came here to w—" Sam tried to explain, but she didn't pay him any attention as she walked away from them. Dean turned his head towards Freya, and when their eyes met neither could help but chuckle at the awkward situation the olderer Winchester had put his brother in. "Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that." Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance as they continued to laugh.

"Hey, guys, Check it out." Freya spoke as she caught her breath, pointing to the fake Santa, who was standing up from his chair, walking with bad limp.

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?"

"Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy, man." Dean commented when the man walked pass them.

"That was weed, dude." Freya stated. "I think. Had to be. That guy is definitely high. Who the fuck hired the people in here?"

"Okay, maybe you're right, but are we willing to take that chance?" Dean looked back at her. Freya shrugged.

No, they were not going to take it. They needed to be sure. That's why when night came they found themselves inside the Impala, watching the house of the stoned and fake Santa Claus.

"What time is it?" Dean asked.

"Same as the last time you asked." Sam answered him. "Here... Caffeinate." He handed Dean a thermos.

"How come she gets to sleep and I don't?" He grunted, looking over to Freya who was lying on the back seats of the car.

Sam turned toward him with disbelief.

"Really? You're the one who told her not to worry, that we'd take care of it."

"Yeah, well. She looked tired." Dean shrugged, opening the thermos.

"Yeah, right." Sam scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

"Come on. What's that look for?" Dean asked in frustration.

"Nothing, Dean. It's just that you're so obvious." Sam answered, looking back at him.

"What are you talking about?" Dean frowned, trying to pour some coffee into the cup, but the thermos is empty. "Wonderful."

"I'm just saying that if you really want to keep your distance with her, you're not doing a very good job."

Dean looked up at him at his response, remaining silent for a few seconds. If he was honest his brother was right, but sometimes he couldn't help but fall into the habits of his time dating her. Besides, Freya was hard to ignore.

"Hey, Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?" He then asked, changing the subject. Sam scoffs, directing his gaze back to the fake Santa's house.

"Dean..."

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids."

"'Bumpy'?

"That was then. We'll do it right this year."

"Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don't involve me."

Dean looked at him in disbelief. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Me and myself making cranberry molds."

"Well, I'm sure Freya will want to join you. She seems to love Christmas." Sam pointed to the girl.

The car went silent again as they returned to watching the house. Just in that moment fake Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looked outside and then closed his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Dean frowned.

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice was heard from the house, making the brothers jump out of the car and run to the house with their guns drawn.

At the noise, Freya couldn't help but wake up. Her eyes searching for them, seeing them enter the house with their guns in hand. Quickly the girl grabbed hers and went after them. But the image she encountered was not what she expected. The stoned, fake Santa was sitting on his couch, watching what appeared to be a Christmas porn movie while Dean and Sam sang a very off-key version of Silent Night. Freya did her best not to laugh as she grabbed both of their arms to pull them out of the house, closing the door after her.

"That went well." She sighed.

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Arriving at the Holloway house, Maddie was alarmed to find that its door was wide open. Fear almost made her run out of there, but then she remembered that a boy was waiting for her. As scared as she was to run into those two demons again, she had to gather courage from wherever she could.

However, the girl didn't expect that when she set foot inside the house, a stream of water would be shot directly into her face.

"You have passed two tests, congratulations. Now let's see how you get out of that trap, demon." Peter spoke from the top of the stairs, shooting her again with his water gun.

"Whoa, whoa. Stop!" Maddie exclaimed, trying to cover her face with her arms. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Making sure you're not a demon or some other monster. You have past the salt line. This is holy water." He explained, pointing to the gun in his hands. "Now you need to get out of there." Maddie frowned as she watched him point to the ceiling. She then looked up, finding a circle with various symbols drawn on it just above the door of the house.

"It's a demon trap." Peter explained. "Although, if you're one of them you already know that." Maddie was about to speak, but he interrupted her before she could. "Now, move and go get that silver knife over there." He ordered, pointing to her right as he shot her again with the holy water.

"Quit it. What is this, the house from Home Alone?" Maddie asked in disbelief.

"You like movies." He observed with a little smile. "I like you. I really hope I don't have to kill you." Peter admitted, turning serious once again. "Move."

"Okay, okay." Maddie accepted. "God, what is wrong with this family?" She muttered to herself.

Doing everything as the boy ordered, Maddie finally managed to convince him that she wasn't a monster. After that Peter put away his gun and the silver knife with which he had forced her to make a small cut on her hand and joined her again with an innocent smile on his lips.

"How about ordering some pizza?"

Pizza was also what Dean, Freya and Sam had for dinner that night before morning came and they heard the news of another attack. As usual that forced them to put on their suits and grab their fake badges so they could interrogate the victim's family.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? 'Santa took daddy up the chimney'?"

"That's what he says, yes." Answered the woman, who had a bruise over her eye from the attack.

"And where were you?" Dean asked.

"I was asleep and all of a sudden... I was being dragged out of bed, screaming."

"Did you see the attacker?" Freya wondered.

"It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out." Mrs. Caldwell said with a shake of her head.

Freya nodded. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard."

"Yeah, um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Sam asked her as he pointed to it.

Freya and Dean frowned with confusion, looking at the wreath a little puzzled by Sam's question.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Caldwell looked at him just as confused has them.

"Just curious, you know." He shrugged with a smile, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Forgive him, he is a just rookie and doesn't know how to follow orders." Freya excused him, resting her gaze on Sam. "I told you to keep quiet, remember?"

Sam wasn't amused by that, unlike Dean.

"Thank you for answering our questions." Freya looked back at the woman. "And we're sorry about what happened."

Mrs. Caldwell nodded as they left the house.

"Wreaths, huh?" Dean asked his brother as they walked back to the car. "Sure you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer."

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean."

"We have?" Freya frowned.

"Dean and I, yes. At the Walshes'. Yesterday." Sam answered.

"I know. I was just testing you." Dean smiled making Sam scoff.

"Okay, but what does a wreath have to do with the case?" Freya looked at them with confusion. Sam shrugged.

"I don't know, but it was the exact same wreath. It's a connection between victims, it's worth a look."

"Fine." She shrugged getting inside the car.

Back at the motel, Sam was on the phone with Bobby while Dean cleaned the guns and Freya tried to contact her father. At least she knew her brother was okay, as Maddie had texted her the night before to confirm that she had arrived at the house. Accompanied by a threat that if Peter didn't behave himself she would end up killing him. She clearly wasn't serious, but she was close to it.

"I swear I will kill him. He just had to stay with his son for the holidays, is that so hard?" Dean looked up at her and watched as she slammed her phone down on the table. She looked back at him then, her eyes full of exhaustion and disappointment.

Unfortunately, Dean and Sam knew exactly what it was like to spend Christmas without their father, and certainly, though the kid was a pain in the ass, Dean didn't exactly wish that on Peter.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby." Sam spoke before hanging up the phone. "Well... we're not dealing with the anti-Claus."

Freya grunted, resting her forehead on the arm she had over the table. Dean sighed as he watched the state she was in.

"What did Bobby say?" He asked his brother as he turned to him.

"Uh, that we're morons." Sam answered, sitting nest to Freya, who then looked up at him. "He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths.

"Wow! Amazing." Freya answered sarcastically. "What the hell is meadowsweet?"

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore." Sam said, looking at his laptop.

"Pagan lore?" Dean frowned.

"Oh, I know that one." Freya raised her hand.

Sam looked at her with confusion before answering his brother.

"See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a... Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human."

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?"

"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan."

"Christmas is Jesus's birthday." He pointed out with confusion.

"No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed 'Christmas'. But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit – that's all remnants of pagan worship." Freya explained, letting her head fall back.

Sam and Dean shared a look at that. The younger one especially confused by her attitude, as he hadn't heard about the situation with her father.

"Wow, you really are a smarty, aren't you?" Dean smiled with amusement.

"Don't call me that." Freya harshly complained, looking back at him.

Dean looked at her startled by her reaction. "Okay, I'm sorry. But how do you know all that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" Freya rolled her eyes at his worlds as Sam stayed silent. "So you think we're dealing with a pagan God?" Dean then turned to his brother.

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice." Sam answered, looking down at his laptop.

"And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying 'Come kill us'."

"Great."

"Huh... When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return." Sam spoke again.

"Lap dances, hopefully." Freya chuckled at his answer.

"Mild weather." Sam corrected.

Freya frowned, looking out the window. "Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan."

"For instance."

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Dean asked.

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths."

"You think they're selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?"

"Let's find out." Sam exhaled.

After visiting several Christmas decoration stores, they finally found the one that had sold those wreaths. From what the shopkeeper had told them, a woman named Madge Carrigan made them and gave them to him for free, saying that they were special. He had taken it upon himself to sell them, this time charging for them, and that is how they had arrived at the victims' houses.

"How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would cost?" Dean asked, turning on the light as they walked back into the motel room.

"A couple hundred dollars, at least." Sam answered.

"This lady's giving them away for free? What do you think about that?"

"Well, sounds pretty suspicious." Freya said, sitting down on the couch as she checked the messages on her phone.

Dean and Sam nodded, taking off their jackets and siting on the edge of their beds.

"Hey, Sammy, remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?" Dean asked his brother.

"You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?" Sam frowned as Freya looked up at them with curiosity.

"Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans." Dean explained to her when he noticed her confuse expression. "That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it."

"Sounds cool, I guess..." Freya didn't exactly know what to respond.

"All right. Dude... What's going on with you?" Sam frowned, looking back at his brother.

"What?"

"I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?"

"Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?"

"No, that has nothing to do with it." Sam shook his head as Freya began to feel a little out of place. Her nerves increasing at the lack of messages or calls from her father or Maddie.

"Then what?"

"I-I mean, I-I just... I don't get it." Sam admitted. "You haven't talked about Christmas in years."

"Well, yeah. This is my last year." Dean pointed out, causing a knot to settle in his brother's and Freya's chests.

Sam sighed, looking down.

"I know. That's why I can't." He finally admitted.

Dean's face turned confused at his little brother's words.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead." Sam explained. "I just can't."

After that Sam left the room claiming he was going to get some dinner. Dean couldn't help but let out a sigh, glancing down at his hands before raising his gaze back up to Freya, who was sitting on the couch across from him.

"You are not gonna say anything?"

"What do you want me to say, Dean?" Freya asked with confusion. "Honestly, I'm too focused on my own family problems to be focused on yours."

"Yeah, about that... Did your dad call you?" Dean asked with honest interest.

"I think he's avoiding me." Freya let out a sigh. "And I have this friend with Peter..."

"The same one you went to visit in Salem?"

Freya paused, narrowing her eyes.

"Is there something you want to say to me?"

"I know you were lying." Dean stated taking her by surprise. "I don't know what you went to do in Salem, but I know you weren't going to visit an old friend."

"It's none of your business."

"Some old boyfriend? Maybe a hook up budy? Friend with benefits?" He asked with a smirk.

"You're an jerk, you know that?" Freya said without amusement. "You and Sam aren't the only ones with family problems, you know? Maybe he's right and you should stop talking about Christmas, because this one's definitely the worst. Although I'm sure next year's will be even more so for him."

With nothing more to say, Freya stood up, grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Dean stayed there, sitting on the edge of his bed. Everything he did or said seemed to mess everything up even more with his brother and Freya. The only consolation was that maybe this way his death wouldn't affect them as much. But that was a stupid thought and deep down he knew it.

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The next day was not very productive for Sam, Dean and Freya, who all they could do was visit the woman who made the wreaths. Although the visit did serve to confirm that her and her husband were the ones causing the attacks. At least it seemed obvious to Freya because of their obvious weird energy with their meadowsweet and peanut brittle, their old-fashioned cardigans and their whole aesthetic of an old couple stuck in the 50's. Nice and happy.

After that they could only do more research and wait for Bobby to tell them how to stop them.

Peter and Maddie however did have a much more productive day. Maddie was growing fond of the boy, who had dragged her to the nearest mall for last minute shopping, begged her to make Christmas cookies and tricked her into playing with some rubber-bullet guns around the house. If she was honest, she hadn't had this much fun in years. Peter reminded her why for years she had longed for younger siblings.

"I win. Again." Peter said, lowering his gun as the rubber bullet hit the Maddie's shoulder.

Maddie grunted with annoyance. "How are you so good at shooting?"

"My sister started teaching me when I turned eight."

"Your sister taught you how to shoot real guns?" Maddie looked at him shocked. Peter nodded, taking the plastic gun from her hands to put it away alongside his own.

"She wanted me to be prepared in case any monsters showed up at the house or if I encountered any." He explained. "She also made sure I brought a knife to school and taught me martial arts. I can teach you if you want."

"No, thanks. Hunting is not my thing." Maddie admitted with a nervous smile.

"And what is your thing?" He asked curiously.

"Photography."

"Why?"

Maddie shrugged. "I don't know. If you take the perfect picture at the perfect moment, you can live a moment over and over again. You can cherish the little gestures and little moments for a lifetime."

"Too deep for me." Peter sighed "But I guess I get it. I want to be a movie director."

"That's cool. But it's also deep."

"Yeah, I guess. Although my thing would be horror or fantasy films. I know a lot about monsters."

"I can see that." She smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"Sure. What's for dinner?" He asked.

"Well, it's Christmas Eve and my mom had this tradition of making a turkey with mashed potatoes and apple pie for dessert. How about that? The turkey's in the oven." Maddie explained as she headed to the kitchen being quickly followed by him.

"Freya and I usually have ice cream while watching a Christmas movie after dinner, can we do that too?"

Maddie turned to him with a slight smile on her lips, appreciating that he hadn't complained about her plans.

"Of course."

"Great. I'll go get the movies." He said enthusiastically.

"You should also call your sister." Maddie reminded him before he ran off upstairs.

Peter stopped on his tracks letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, you're right." He admitted, approaching the wall phone. However, Freya was not in a very comfortable position to answer his call at that moment.

After Bobby informed them that the way to kill the pagan god was wooden stakes, Dean and Freya had made sure to set them up while Sam learned that the old married couple had lived in Seattle last year where two similar attacks had occurred.

The house looked perfect, decorated for Christmas and smelling of freshly made food and cookies. Everything seemed normal, until they reached the basement of the house. Where they found bones covered with blood in a large bowl and many other disgusting things. The whole basement looked like a butchery room rather than a storage room. And it was there that the couple took them by surprise, knocking all three of them unconscious.

Now Freya's phone was buzzing in her pants pocket as she lay on the kitchen island, still unconscious. Her hands and legs tied, preventing her from moving while Sam and Dean sat back to back in two chairs beside her, struggling with the ropes that held them.

"Hey, Freya. Sweetheart, you need to wake up." The girl could hear Dean's voice in the distance. With her eyes still closed and dazed, Freya tried to turn her head toward his voice. Dean grunted as he kept trying to get free from the ropes around his wrists, watching as Freya grimaced in pain when she moved.

"Dean?" She asked in a quiet whisper, still not opening her eyes.

"Yeah, is me, sweetheart. I'm right here. We're here." He assured her.

"You okay?" She asked, slowly opening her eyes.

"We should ask you that." Sam answered, giving her a slight smile. Freya tried to return it, but her whole body ached with every movement. "I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God." Dean nodded. "Nice to know."

In that moment the kitchen door opened and the Carrigans came waking in, dressed in colorful Christmas themed sweaters.

"Ooh, and here we thought you two lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff." Madge giggled,

"Miss all this? Nah, we're partiers." Dean cockily replied.

"Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey?" Mr Carrigan looked at his wife before turning his gaze back at them as he smoked his pipe. "You're hunters, is what you are."

"And you're pagan gods. So, why don't we just call it even, and go our separate ways?"

"What, so you can bring more hunters and kill us?" He laughed. "I don't think so."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans, now, huh?" Sam commented.

"Oh now, don't get all wet." Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes.

"Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that's a fact." Madge spoke, putting a napkin on Dean's lap before doing the same with Sam. "Now what do we take? What, two? Three?"

"Hardy Boys and their girlfriend here make six." Her husband pointed out.

"Now, that's not so bad, is it?"

"Well, you say it like that, I guess you guys are the Cunninghams." Dean answered, smirking at his own comeback.

"You, mister, better show us a little respect." Mr. Carrigan said, looking back at him.

"Or what? You'll eat us?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Carrigan was about to answered him but his wife's voice interrupted him. "Oh, honey, don't try so hard. It's no use." Madge said as she noticed how Freya shifted, struggling with the ropes on her wrists trying to get loose while letting out slight grunts of pain with each move.

"Don't touch her." Dean stated, clenching his jaw.

"Well, guess we've just figured out whose girlfriend this young lady is." Mr. Carrigan commented, stroking her cheek. Freya looked up at him threateningly.

"I will kill you." She declared through her teeth. Mr. Carrigan raised his eyes, sharing a glance with his wife at her response.

"What a mouth you have, young lady." Madge said, approaching her with a knife and bowl in her hands. "I think you need to learn some manners."

"All I need is a wooden stake. I'm going to enjoy driving it into your hearts, believe me." Freya replied, clenching her jaw.

Without missing a beat Madge slid the knife down one of her arms, collecting her blood in the bowl. Freya couldn't help but grunt in pain at the piercing sensation. But still, her tolerance for it was impressive. Especially for the couple of Pagan Gods, who were used to the cries of despair. But unlike their other victims, Freya had already experienced a situation similar to that and it had been much worse.

"Freya!!!" Dean exclaimed. "Leave her alone, you sons of bitches! I'm going to kill you."

"Hear how they talk to us? To Gods?" Mr. Cardigan looked at his wife. "Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions."

"Times have changed!"

"Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our–our altars are being burned down, and we're being hunted down like common monsters."

"Maybe because you are." Freya replied.

"But did we say a peep? Oh no, we did not." Madge continued, ignoring her words while her husband added something to the bowl of blood. "Two millennium. We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh-What was that word, dear?"

"We assimilated." He replied.

"Yeah, we assimilated. Why, we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays. We're just like everybody else." She spoke as she took another bowl and the knife to sliced up Sam's arm.

"You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady." Dean answered, clenching his fists as he heard his little brother screaming in pain.

She ignored him as she stood in front of him to slide the knife down one of his arms. "This might pinch a bit, dear."

"You bitch!" Dean screamed out.

"Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar." She looked at him with offense. "Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? 'Fudge.'"

"I'll try and remember that!" He panted making her smile.

"You guys have no idea how lucky you are." Mr. Carrigan said, picking up a pair of pliers. "There was a time when kids came from miles around, just to be sitting where you are."

Freya turned to look at him as she noticed how he stood at her left side, holding her hand. Panic invaded her as she remembered the most painful and terrifying night of her life. It was then that Mr. Carrigan's face seemed to change into her own older brother's for a few moments. Confused, Freya blinked several times. For a brief second, it seemed as if she had returned to her home, to that night in 1994 when everything changed.

"What do you think you're doing with those?" She looked at the tool once she came back to reality. But Mr. Carrigan didn't respond, he just smiled at her. A shiver ran down her spine.

Watching that scene play out before his eyes Dean turned to Madge. "You fudging touch her again and I'll fudging kill you!"

"Very good!" The woman smiled.

"No. No. Don't." Freya looked at Mr. Carrigan with panic when she understood what he was going to do. For the first time that night, Freya felt the pain for real. Her body ached since she had been knocked unconscious, but this was much worse. Though nothing compared to what Carter had done to her. A scream left her mouth when Mr. Carrigan pulled the nail of her index finger.

"Oh, we got a winner!" He said, holding up the nail.

"What else, dear?" Madge asked him as they put all the ingredients in the bowl and stirred them.

"Well, let's see. Uh, fingernail, blood. Oh... Sweet Peter on a popsicle stick. I forgot the tooth." He laughed.

"Merry Christmas, guys." Dean said, making Sam and Freya groaned. Mr. Carrigan picked up a different time of pliers and walked towards Dean.

"Wait! Wait!" Freya exclaimed. "Take one of mine."

"Aw, how cute, protecting her boyfriend." Madge commented, looking at her husband.

"Please." Freya insisted while Dean shook his head. "I can take the pain."

"We know, honey." Madge assured her. "But we actually like the screams."

"Open wide... and say, 'Aaah.'" Mr. Carrigan grabbed Dean's chin.

Despite trying to resist, Mr. Carrigan managed to put the pliers into Dean's mouth. Then suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Somebody gonna get that?" Deas asked with the pliers still in his mouth. Madge and Mr. Carrigan looked at each other. "You should get that."

"Come on." Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes before leaving the kitchen with his wife. At that, Dean couldn't help but sigh in relief and run his tongue around his teeth.

To their luck, the two gods had left a knife on the island countertop, just inches from Freya's left hand. But Sam and Dean had more experience getting loose from ropes, handcuffs and chains, so before she could reach the knife they had already broken free.

"You're a little slow, sweetheart." Dean walked over to her, starting to undo the knots in the ropes on her wrists while Sam did the same with the ones on her ankles. "'Take one of mine', really?" Dean whispered, holding her by the waist to help her down.

"Oh, leave it. I was trying to save you the pain." She sighed, putting an arm around his neck to steady herself.

"And keep it all for yourself?"

"Well, I've had worse." She admitted, turning her head toward him. It was then that she noticed the short distance between their faces, causing her to gulp nervously. She could feel his breath against her lips, his body against hers, how his muscles tensed at her touch, how his eyes roamed her face....

"Hey, lovebirds." Sam snapped them out of their daydream, opening the other kitchen door so they could get out. "Come on."

Dean nodded quickly, following him into the hallway of the house as he helped Freya walk.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Freya said, releasing her grip, but Dean kept his arm around her waist, hesitant.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's okay. I promise." She smiled reassuringly at him. Sighing, Dean took a step back, letting go of her.

"Now, where were we?" Madge spoke as she and her husband walked back into the kitchen. A gasp escaping her mouth when she noticed that Sam, Dean and Freya were no longer there.

Splitting up, each of the Winchester brothers closed the two kitchen doors. Freya staying with Dean and dragging a drawer to the door as the Carrigan's started banging on the door, trying to escape. When they finally managed to block the door completely, they both rushed to join Sam so they could help him hold the other door.

"What do we do now? The evergreen stakes are in the basement!" Dean exclaimed.

"Well, we need more evergreen, Dean!" Sam answered with obviousness as Freya rolled her eyes, stepping back and looking around the room they were in, the main living room of the house.

"I think I just found us some more." She spoke, looking at the Christmas tree.

"Good idea." Sam admitted. "Dean, help me get this." He pointed to a cabinet. Dean nodded and help him pushed in front of the door. Meanwhile Freya snapped a couple of branches from the tree to use as stakes.

Suddenly the house fell into silence. The brothers and Freya couldn't help but share a look of confusion as she tossed them two of the stakes. Just as Dean caught the stake in his hand, Mr. Carrigan appeared out of nowhere and tackled him. Madge walked behind her husband, straight toward Freya.

"You little thing." She growled, her face momentarily distorting to her true form. "I loved that tree."

Sam raised his stake but Madge hit him so hard he crashed into the couch and onto the floor. Freya moved quickly towards her, pushing her far from the young Winchester and thrusting the stake into her heart.

"Madge!!!" Mr. Carrigan screamed, stopping the punches he was throwing at Dean. Freya pushed the stake deeper and she groaned, falling to the ground, dead. Meanwhile Dean toke the opportunity and hit Mr. Carrigan, stabbing him with his stake. He screamed in pain before Dean pulled out to stabbed him again. Mr. Cardigan then thumped to the ground, next to his wife, dead.

Helping the Winchester brothers get to their feet, Freya sighed with relief.

"Merry Christmas." Sam said looking at her and Dean with a brief smile on his face.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

After what had happened that night, Freya just wanted to take a shower, change her clothes, call her brother and go to sleep. It was Christmas Eve, but her Christmas spirit seemed to have disappeared. What the pagan gods had done to her had reminded her of that 1994 night. Even in the warm, comforting shower, every time she closed her eyes she felt like she was back home being chased by her older brother.

"Hey, Freya, do you want something particular for dinner?" Dean's voice could be heard through the bathroom door. Their rooms were adjoining, so he must have wandered into hers.

Turning off the water, Freya stepped out of the shower. "No. Whatever you bring will be fine. Thank you."

"Okay. I'll be back in 20 minutes." Dean was about to leave, but stopped short before doing so, leaning against the bathroom door with his eyes fixed on the floor. "Are you all right?"

The question took Freya off guard. Her hands shaking slightly as she wrapped a towel around her body.

"Yes." Her voice came out shaky. "I'm fine."

Dean knew she was lying, but decided not to insist. "Listen, uh... I'll buy something and when I get back I'll patch you up, okay?"

Freya nodded not realizing he couldn't see her.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you get me something for my headache too?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." A hint of a smile tugged at her lips, but it quickly disappeared.

After hearing the door close, Freya reached into the sink to grab her phone. Her father had not yet returned her calls or messages, but she did have several texts from her brother.

Leaving the bathroom, Freya dialed her brother's phone as she sat on the edge of her bed. "Frey, are you okay? Did something happen to you? I'm going to kill those..."

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm all right." Freya cut him off. "It's okay. You don't have to kill anybody." She reassured him. "How are you? How are you doing with Maddie?"

"Fine, I guess." He shrugged. "I still miss you."

"I miss you too, kiddo."

"You know, Maddie's agreed to watch a movie with me. And we're going to eat some ice cream."

Freya smiled wistfully. "Sounds like the perfect plan."

"It would be if you were here." Peter admitted sadly. "What are you and those idiots going to do tonight?"

"I really don't know. I'm really tired." Freya answered.

"Come on, it's Christmas Eve." He reminded her.

"Yeah, I know. I know." She sighed. "I don't know, maybe I'll watch a movie too."

"Great. Tomorrow you tell me which one. I love you." Peter said in a hurry as he watched how Maddie had just put the movie on the TV.

"I love you too." Freya answered. "Say hi to Maddie for me."

"Yeah, sure. Bye." He said a quick goodbye before hanging up and leaving her alone in that motel room, just as she had been before calling him.

Still, Freya knew Peter was right. She couldn't stay all depressed and alone on Christmas Eve. Sam might not want to celebrate the holidays, but Dean sure would want to take a walk with her and celebrate together.

What Freya didn't expect was that after getting dressed and walking through the door connecting their rooms she would find Dean and Sam already celebrating Christmas. A very improvised celebration due to the cheap decorations that had been put up.

"I brought you what you asked for." Dean spoke as he saw her enter the room, holding up a bag. Freya turned to him, giving him a slight smile of gratitude though still confused about the whole situation.

"Ah, uh... I thought it would be nice to celebrate Christmas." Sam explained when he saw her confusion. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I know it's not much..."

"It's perfect. I love it." She assured him.

Sam smiled. "I brought some movies too."

"And there's ice cream in the fridge." Dean added making Freya look at him with confusion.

"You bought me ice cream?"

"I know you love it. It's not your favorite flavor because they didn't have it, but..." Freya cut him off as she wrapped him in a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you both." She spoke, hugging Sam this time. Both brothers couldn't help but share a look and smile at her reaction.

"We also have gifts."

"You do?" Freya looked at them with surprise as she separated from Sam. Dean nodded. "I... I have something for you too." She admitted then. "I didn't know if I was going to be able to give them to you because Sam here seemed so sour about Christmas, but... I'm going to get them."

She quickly left the room and returned just a few seconds later with two small packages in her hands.

Sam and Dean gave her their gifts first, both of which they had bought quickly at a gas station store, but for Freya they turned out perfect. Sam had gotten her a book so she wouldn't get bored in the back seats of the car during drives while Dean had won her a stuffed animal in one of those claw machines. Their gifts were so them that Freya couldn't help but smile with amusement.

"I love them." She assured. "Now it's my turn. They might be a little more personal, and you might think it's stupid, but..."

"Freya." Dean interrupted her as he noticed how she started to wander.

"Sorry, sorry. Here you go." She handed them the packages.

As they opened them, Freya decided to start explaining the reason for them. "Years ago my brother made me one of those braided bracelets out of purple fabric." She showed them the bracelet on her wrist. "The next year I made him one with a different color fabric. It turns out that this fabric is a special kind. In some cultures they believed it provided protection from darkness and evil. I thought red and blue would be your colors. You don't have to wear them. It's stupid..."

"We love them." Dean interrupted her. "Right, Sammy?"

"Yeah. They're pretty cool." He assured her.

Freya looked at them doubtfully, but smiled slightly as she watched them put them around their wrists.

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[cupcakeinat0r]

HIIII 🌵 here again !!

Idk about you but my biggest kinda like headcanon about my guy Miguel is that Peter buys him a bunch of those comedy shirts and gives him pictures of Mayday along with little gifts and stuff and that he keeps ALL of them. Like he defo has a little cupboard or something dedicated to them. Yk what I mean?? He probably has a little shrine for Mayday, dare I say. Did you see the way he held her in that one atsv scene where he was introduced to Miles, and how he only gave her back when she had reached for Peter?? Ugh. I’m melting into a puddle on the floor.

I’m gonna sound like an absolute maniac here talking about Miguel because he’s genuinely a massive fixation of mine but carrying on what I said in the last post, it would be insane if he didn’t get a redemption arc or got shunned as the bad guy over and over. Having a daughter disappear in your arms is probably one of the most traumatising things to happen to someone. We got build up, build up, build up and then the climax of the problem, but no solution. What will the solution be?? Sony??? Hello??? They CANNOT leave us hanging like that.

Honestly it’s really hard to hate ANYONE in the spiderverse movies. I saw a tumblr post the other day where someone said that everyone in the movies were depicted as real people, with an equally complex story, so it’s more difficult to hate them. I agree with it 100%. Yeah, Miguel was really horrible to Miles and the others and they deserve a massive apology but Miguel also probably shuts himself away instead of talking to people, so he feels combined guilt and also stress because he just never talks about it. Anyone would snap like that. I really hope we get to see a softer side of him, or like you said: a heart to heart talk to someone or even to himself so we can understand him more. Maybe we can get a little insight of what happened in his original universe after he left to be a dad in the other one???

I’m gonna shut up now bcs this is getting really long and this is kind of me just dumping my thoughts into your asks (sorryyyttt) is it obvious I really love this man

- 🌵 (she/her (pronouns reveal??? Insane. I might also start putting the date here so I can remember when I wrote it if you answer these (17/6/24))) LOVE YOU

Hi 🌵!!!!!!<3

Awww wait that hc is so cute!!! He would most likely never tell or let anyone know that he keeps those gifts lmao. And that man loves that little girl, and yes, that is a strong word, but Miguel is a girl dad thru n thru n that lil baby is his weakness!!

Right! They’re probably off in some cupboard or hidden drawer at his lab. It’d be real easy to hide things in there considering how dark it is lmao. Do you think in order to feel something, he’ll go n look at those ‘gifts’ n think about Gabriella n then start getting emotional then then then and then

No yeah it would definitely feel like a cheat if Sony didn’t spend some time on him. It would be a huuuuge fumble. Like, Sony, y’all have a million dollar character right here that is begging for redemption, please n thank you <3 On my knees and praying to whoever is up there that the girlies at Sony write a scene of Miguel being soft. Like…. Please…. Yall gave him 10 minutes of screen time and he was mad for every single one of them.

That would be a nice idea!!! I have hopes that they’ll expand on that. I’m just saying, if it ends up that the theory is actual BS and Gabri’s dimension didn’t fall bc of Miguel but bc of something completely unrelated… I could literally pass away happy omfg.

Don’t be sorry!!! I love when people leave asks like these!!! That’s we come on this app, to let our fixations fixate !!! We love our man <3

Ngl, the date thing is actually kinda helpful cuz then I see it n I’m like “omfg I’m the worst I made this person wait days before I answered this ask, let me respond to it now” lmao. And omg!! She/her!!! A fellow girlie (gn)!!!!

Thanks for sending this in, luv! Always a pleasure talking to you 🫶🌵 ily MWAH <3

[wilcze-kudly]

Thank you @nova-leaf for this tag too 🥰

wow i get to talk about myself so much im nervous

•How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?

This is gonna be my fith tumblr account lol. I lose track of them really easily because I'm a silly funky guy with so much wrong with me.

• How long have you been in fandom?

Oh like. Since I was 10? God I remember my firat forays into fandom culture on amino it was an experience good god. My first fandom was Tolkien. I've only recently gotten into the Avatar fandom though. Still not sure how that happened but I'm having fun 🥰

•Your favorite trope in fiction?

I adore found family, cause I'm basic lol. The power of friendship is also a cheesy beloved of mine.

•Your favorite random fact?

Tolkien had beef with the Beatles. Hayao Miyazaki hates the Beatles. Junji Ito loves the Beatles.

•Your favourite game or kind of game?

Skyrim is my favourite game. Open world RPGs are my escape. I love them so much I try not to play them too often or I'll never get up lol.

•A place you’d like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren’t in question)

Hm. This is a tough one. I like to travel and I want to go to many places. But if I had to pick one point off that list, it would pribably be mount Shasta. I'm just curious, I guess, with all the legends and disappearances and odd happenings around it. Like I just wanna see the place not even have anything supernatural happen. Just be there for a bit? Call it morbid curiosity. Also the area seems beautiful even of itself like even if the aliens don't get me i think it'd be a nice hike.

•An animal you’re irrationally afraid of?

Ants. I like most bugs. I like spiders. But ants? Ants give me straight up panic attacks? I don't know why. There's just something very terrifying aout them.

Also. Swans. But that's not an irrational fear. Geese and swans are in my opinion the true successors of dinosaurs. If you haven't been a girl scout cowering in a flimsy tent with your three other girl scout friends, in the middle of a thunderstorm, while a pair of feral swans is trying to peck their way into your tent you do not know true fear.

Their pecks hurt like a bitch too. Their beaks are serrated like a fucking saw.

•What’s your favourite season?

Autumn. In Poland we divide Autumn into two mini seasons. Golden Autumn, which is early autumn, when the freshly fallen leaves are all crispy and beautiful. And then we have Rainy Autumn, which is when it has rained and gotten much colder. I love both.

•A smell that brings you nice memories?

Tea. I started drinking tea when I was very young. My dad is an Englishman and the moment i stopped drinking breastmilk i was immediately given tea with milk.

I think I associate tea very strongly with my family and feeling loved by them. When I was younger, my parents would often wake up before me, so they would often make me tea and wake me up with it.

Making tea for someone is still a huge gesture of affection to me and there's nothing quite like the smell of a nice hot cup of tea.

(If you’re ok talking about food. If not, delete this part)

•What’s your favorite food from where you were born? And what’s your favorite food from some place else?

My favourite food from Poland, huh? I love a lot of Polish foods, but I if I had to pick something it'd probably be krówki [which translates to 'little cows']. They're fudgelike candies, similair to Scottish Tablets and White Rabbit Creamy Candy. They're delicious.

For food from a different country? @nova-leaf has put the idea of Shortbread into my head now so that's all ill be thinking about I have to see if I have the stuff to make some at home or I'll go insane.

•What’s your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?

Alcoholic: Salty Caramel flavoured Krupnik. It is very difficult to explain what a Krupnik is? Its kind of like a liqueur.

Non Alcoholic: Orange Juice. It used to be diet coke but my addiction got so bad i had to quit cold turkey lest I completely wreck my health.

•Do you give your pets random table scraps?

Not random table scraps, but if I have any extra of whatever I'm cooking, and if they can eat it, I'll sometimes give them some as a snack or as an incentive while training them.

Thanks for the tag honey!

Tagging: @linnorabeifong @thatoneguy56fanfic @novaae @thenamescaba

[jiliansky-blog]

Dream a little dream of me. Chapter 2. The dinner

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2800

I was thinking all the morning about Morpheus. And I saw him in my sleep. He was so much colder than yesterday. And I didn’t even know what to think now. “Are you listening to me?” Mother’s voice reaches to me through my thoughts. “What?” I asked. “You are zoning out”, she said. “Oh”, I said. “Sorry, I guess”. “You are not”, she looked at me. “You fell in love with that mysterious friend of yours”. “No, I just saw him in my sleep”, I shrugged. “Well, he is very attractive and he is quite a gentleman. There are not many men like him”.

“You can invite him here for dinner”, she suggested. “It’s too early for that”, I said. “Why?” she asked. “Mom, he has just arrived there and I want to talk to him without witnesses”, I said. “And stop controlling my life”. “As you wish”, she pouted and I sighed. She was clearly offended, but I was sick and tired of her being overprotective. And I don’t want to bring Morpheus here. “Anyway, what are your plans for today?” she asked. “I was planning to meet him”, I said. “I just don’t know when yet. I suppose he should let me know somehow”. “Somehow?” she repeated.

“I forgot to ask for his number”, I confessed. There came silence. And Dad was about to break it. “I think that problem is solved”, he said, stepping into the kitchen. “There is a black letter for you. Not suspicious at all”. “Thank you, Dad”, I took the letter. “You can give it later”. “Well, I thought I did in time”, he smirked. I sighed and went to my room to read it. Because I could sense the parent’s curiosity in their air. Now Morpheus attracted their attention for sure. Anyway, I opened the letter.

“I would like us to meet this evening at seven o’clock”, it said. “You can wear a dress”. What a demanding man. He wants me to wear a dress. I hope he means modern dress and not an old-fashioned one. But I have one he may like. “I will pick you up from home”, I continued to read. “Yours, Morpheus”. How romantic, I thought. Now I can’t wait for the evening. “What that about?” asked mother, when I returned to the kitchen. “A date invitation”, I smiled dreamily.

“Wow, really old-fashioned”, dad smiled. “This guy knows how to court the girl properly. He has a chance to be a decent person”. “That doesn’t mean anything yet”, mother declined. “I think he is decent too”, I smiled. “Charming too”. “Oh dear, you are so in love”, sighed the mother. “No”, I said and went to the door. “Where are you going?” asked father. “I want to walk a little bit”, I said. “I don’t want to stay at home when there is such fine weather outside”. And then I went outside and walked to the park. I thought that perhaps my parents would think I was going to Morpheus. But I don’t care. I just want outside. The truth is I want to meet him earlier. But if he wants to make a date in the evening, I can’t meet earlier. I don’t even know where he lives and his number. So I should only wait

Morpheus “So what are you going to do all day, boss?” asked Matthew. “Prepare everything for the perfect date”, I said. “The letter was so mysterious and romantic”, he admitted. “You will definitely charm her with your old-fashioned romance”. “I hope so”, I sighed. “Also I just need to regain her memories”. “Well, she likes you”, he said. “I see clearly that her feelings didn’t disappear”. “So do mine”, I said. “But if she won’t remind me, that won’t matter anymore”.

“So maybe, you should tell her everything that happened between you two”, he suggested. “It should make her remember”. ” I will”, I replied. “In time. I don’t want to scary her away”. “I don’t think, you can scare her”, he admitted. “I need you to look after her”, I said. “You mean to spy on her?” Matthew surprised. “Just to make sure that she is alright”, I said. “Fine”, he said and flew away.

Amelia I wasn’t walking alone for a long time. Soon Mark appeared right in front of me? I supposed to like him? At least I remembered that I should like him. But I don’t feel it yet. He was tall and blonde and was one of my friends. “Hey”, he smiled. “Hey”, I replied. “I didn’t have a chance to meet you after your awakening yet”, he said. “How are you?” “I’m fine”, I said. “Thank you”. “What are you doing?” he said. “Maybe we should meet in the evening?” “Not today”, I said. “I have plans”. “Oh, with your parents?” he asked. “Not exactly”, I replied. “I am going to meet…a friend”. “Oh”, Mark said. “Can I join you?” “Definitely not”, I declined. “I have a date”.

“A date with a friend?” he was confused. “Yes”, I replied. “And you don’t know him”. “Who is he?” he asked. “Friend from another town”, I replied. “Mysteriously”, Mark noticed. “Well, I have to go. See you later”. He went away. It was awkward a little bit. And then I heard a raven. The blackbird was looking at me. It was strange. It reminds me a little bit about Morpheus. Can’t wait for the evening. I walked around the town a little bit more and then returned home. Gladly, my parents weren’t there. Just a few more days and moved back to my own flat.

I called some of my friends and then took the dress. It was green and long without sleeves. I hope Morpheus will like it. I made natural makeup and tied out my hair. This wasn’t supposed to be so official. But why it doesn’t feel casual? I want him to like me. Why? I didn’t know why. I felt something familiar in him. Something that I could forget and lose. He came in time. And thanks god, parents didn’t come back to make it awkward. Morpheus looked the same and I felt awkward for putting an effort into my appearance. But his eyes sparkled. “You look beautiful”, he said. I blushed and stopped feeling awkward. How he did do it?” “Thank you”, I whispered. “You are just in time”. “I always come on time”, he said proudly. “Are you ready?” “Yes”, I smiled.

He took my hand and took me to the cab. To the old-fashioned cab. I shouldn’t be surprised anymore. “You planned everything”, I smiled. “Yes”, he replied and sat next to me. “I always planned everything through and through. How did you spend your day?” “Parents were very interested in meeting you”, I admitted. “Oh?” he smirked. “Yeah, and the letter didn’t help”, I smiled. “Though I like your style”. “Good”, he smirked again. “Don’t let it get your head”, I said. “I don’t”, he smiled. “Did you meet any of your friends today?” “Not exactly”, I froze. Did he know about Mark? “I met accidentally one of my friends, who I used to like”. “And now?” Morpheus asked.

Something in his voice made me look at him. He was deadly serious. Is he jealous of me? “Don’t tell me you’re jealous”, I said. “Perhaps”, he shrugged. “You said you liked him”. “And you don’t listen till the end”, I said. “It’s in the past. Now I don’t feel anything to him. Wait, did you know I met someone?” “My friend saw you”, he blushed a little. “You didn’t spy on me, didn’t you?” I asked. “Because it’s not cute”. “No”, Morpheus relaxed a little. “I just wanted to know that you are okay and not…controlling or spying on you”. “Did you worry about me?” I smiled. “Why does it surprise you so much?” he looked at me. “I don’t know”, I said. “Perhaps, because I saw it yesterday for the first”.

“But deep down you know it was so much earlier”, he whispered and my skin was covered in goosebumps. “You just don’t remember it”. It stopped and it broke the charm. But perhaps, I prefer to be charmed. Hopefully, that wasn’t the end of the evening. Morpheus paid, got out first, and opened the door for me. It made my heart beat faster.

“Are you always such a gentleman?” I asked with a smile. “Most of the time”, he smirked. “As I said, I like to do courting properly”. He brought me to Sapphire. The one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. And the busiest all the time. “How you did it?” I asked. “What?” he asked. “Reserved the table here”, I said. “Usually you can reserve a month ahead”.

“I have my ways”, he smiled mysteriously. And I decided to enjoy the evening and don’t ask questions about this. And I followed the hostess to the private table. “I should stop to be surprised at this point”, I admitted. “But I’m impressed. Can I ask you something though?” “Of course”, Morpheus nodded. “Is it a date?” I asked. “If you wish it to be”, he smirked. “And you?” I asked. “What do you want it to be?”

“I wish it to be a date”, he said. “I promised you once a date in your world”. At that moment the waitress brings us pasta, wine, salad, and even dessert. It was everything I loved. I was shocked. “You know my favorite things”, I admitted. “Yes”, he smiled. “So you really know me”, I said. “Or someone told you about it?” “Yes, it was you”, Morpheus replied. “But even if you don’t I know your dreams”. “Can you read mind?” I asked. “No, just your daydreams and dreams, your hopes”, he said. “Is this a problem?”

“No, it’s just…unusual and interesting”, I smiled. “I’m flattered”. He smiled softly. This smile was so adorable. And it made my heart flip. I felt like I was in a fairytale. And it’s easy to be charmed. “And color me impressed”, I smiled. “No one has ever done this for me. Not so fancy dinner”. “It’s only the small part, what I can do”, he said. “What else?” I asked interested. “You will see”, he smiled mysteriously. “Then I want to show you the town too”, I smiled. “The next time I will organize our date if you don’t mind”. “You don’t like this date?” his eyes became darker.

“Of course, I like it very much”, I smiled. “I just want to show you something of my life. For example, where I go, when some mysterious man doesn’t take me to fancy establishments”. “You told me once, that you love coffee”, he admitted. “I do”, I smiled. “Sometimes hot chocolate. And I like sangria when it’s hot. What do you like? Do you have preferences in food?” “I don’t eat much”, he replied. “But I do like desserts”. “So you are a sweet tough”, I smiled. “I don’t like this word”, Morpheus huffed. “Whatever”, I said. “I will remember it”.

And this evening was continued with such small talks. Very soon I understood that Morpheus doesn’t like to talk much. And he is better at listening. But every time he listens very carefully. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I asked. “I…It’s not important right now”, he admitted. “Why not?” I surprised. “Some people said I’m cold and arrogant”, he confessed. “And hard to be with. I don’t want you to stop talking to me because of that”. “I won’t”, I smiled. “And I don’t want to know what other people say. I want to hear you”.

“I don’t know what to tell”, he sighed. “My life is my work”. “Do you have any hobbies?” I asked. “No, but I like reading, and walking around the people”, he said. “Talking to your human friends”, I smiled. “Courting girls”. “You are the only girl I’m courting now”, he frowned. “And I have only one human friend”. “I don’t want to offend you”, I said. “Just a joke”. “I know”, he nodded. “I don’t always understand human humor. Perhaps, you will think I’m not funny enough for you”. “I won’t”, I smiled and touched his hand. “You don’t need to be the amusement for me. You’re interesting enough without it”. “Do you think so?” he asked quietly. “Yes”, I smiled. “Or do you think, if you will amuse me all the time, then I won’t… I will dislike you? Not an option”. “You’re interesting yourself”, he smirked and I blushed. “Are you ready to go? The evening is not finished yet”. “Yes, I am ready to go”, I said.

Morpheus paid the bill and took me by the hand outside. I was surprised a car wasn’t waiting there. But he took me to some park. “Did you count me in my dreams?” I asked. “Not when you appeared”, he smiled. “But then yes”. “Oh?” I asked. “I didn’t use to have visitors in the Dreaming”, he said. “So, I didn’t find that it’s a good idea to be around you”. “Was I distracting?” I smiled. “A little bit”, he smirked. “And also a mystery”. “Me? A mystery?” I asked. “Yes”. He nodded. “You…didn’t know how you got in the Dreaming”. “Well, now we know, it was a coma”, I said. “Yes”, he nodded. “There was something that also concerned me. But I prefer not to talk about it right now”.

“Alright”, I agreed. We were walking in silence for some time. There weren’t a lot of people on the streets or in the park this time. Maybe, late hour. “You don’t afraid of me”, he said suddenly. “Should I?” I smiled. “No, I am amused that you trust me, even though you don’t remember me”, he smiled. “I’m a complete stranger to you”. “You seem familiar though”, I noticed. “And we have a chance to get to know each other again”. “Yes, we have”, he nodded.

He walked me home, even though I didn’t want this day to end. But he promised me to come back the next day. And I felt like he was about to kiss me, but it was only the first date. “Thank you for this evening”, I smiled. “It was wonderful”. “I’m glad”, he said too. “I will be waiting for tomorrow. I do want to know more about your everyday life”. “Good”, I smiled and touched his hand. “Then come here at twelve o’clock”. “I will”, Morpheus nodded. “Good night, Morpheus”, I smiled. “Good night”, he smiled.

Morpheus When I left her place, Matthew joined me. “So how did it go, boss?” he asked.

“It went well, Matthew”, I replied. “Perhaps, she doesn’t remember everything yet, but she is willing to see me”. “How does it feel though?” he asked. “To see her without sharing love? What if she won’t fall in love with you again”. “She likes me”, I said. “I think”. “Well, what now?” he asked. “And what about this other guy?” “She said, he was just her friend that she used to like”, I said. “I believe her. And tomorrow she will take me somewhere”. “It sounds intriguing”, he admitted. “It is”, I nodded. “So you think everything is going well?” he asked. “Yes, I do”, I nodded.

Sometime before

Morpheus I was watching this girl. She doesn’t wake up. She doesn’t disappear from the Dreaming. Something strange was in that entire situation. Another day I found her sleeping in the Library. She didn’t see dreams. She didn’t wake up. Her mind was in some other place. “What do you think about her, boss?” asked Matthew. “Her memory is blocked”, I admitted. “Perhaps, amnesia?” he suggested. “In that case, I could read her dreams”, I said. “A deep amnesia?” he asked.

After I found her in the library she confessed that she didn’t remember anything. She could remember her favorite books, but nothing about the reason why she appeared in my realm. “I can look into your mind and dreams”, I said. “Does it hurt?” she asked. “No”, he said. “If you won’t resist”. “I won’t”, she said. “If it helps, you can try”. I came closer to her; she looked at me without fear. But with a curiosity. I put my hand on her head, but I didn’t see anything. “Well?” she asked. “Something blocked your memory”, I said and frowned. “Or someone”.

“I don’t think that I can do such a thing”, she said confused. “But as I said I don’t remember anything. Can you help me with that?” “I need to talk to someone”, I said only. I thought that it could be a witch or someone from my family. But what they are trying to do? Why bring this girl here? “Boss?” Mathew asked. “You were so deep in thought”. “Something is odd about all of this”, I said. “Someone might send you to me. I need to know, what is going on”. “Do you think it can be your brother again?” he asked. “I don’t know”, I sighed. “I need to talk to my sister first”.

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[my-evil-brain]

Ok this here reminds me of something, this was hilarious as a kid, and i stand by it being funny still. When i was around 15 my neighbors daughter was about 12. We rode the same bus. Hung out around the neighborhood played. Chill. She was totes naive and gullible, maybe even a bit ditzy(100%).

So onwards. We're on the bus and something in conversation brought up canada for something. My friend was all oooh aaaah canadaaaa. I look at her older sister, a twinkle in my eye and i proceed.

" Naw man, you think Canadas cool? Dude totally part of their big lie to the world. Dont tell me youve never heard of the Canadian Secret Mounted Police??? OH MAN ok so (seriously no humor) little known fact about Canada. The nice happy Canadian is a portrayed image. They want you to think that. Its so bad the citizens are generally terrified to walk around for breaking some law that counters their nice clean cut image. I was reading a Time mag. article n it said that around tourists n travelers youll never see them. But they are watching. Looking for impolite to outsiders canadians. If they spot one they very quietly n discreetly disappear that person ASAP. Never to be rude again. Some say prison camps n mines but who knows"

By now shes hooked. Not a doubt in her mind that im not telling the gods honest truth. Shes fallen for that b.s. story n thinking n wowing n... it was my stop to get off. "Byeeeee".

So I'm home its like 530, the phone rings. My dad answered.

"He what? Uh huh, yeah... sigh..(looks at me holding back laughter) okays, well you can assure her none of thats true n he's sorry for tricking her. Again"

He hangs up the phone. My moms all who was that n dad looks at me giggling n asks what it was i told her on the bus. I told him the true story of the Canadian Secret Mounted Police n oop my stop gotta go. Hes totally holding back busting out. My moms like WHYYYYY n im like it was... funny 🤷‍♂️👍. That girl was pissed at me the next day. Hehe. Good times. And remember, Don't fuck around in Canada, don't find out.

Did yaaaaa notice my dad said the word "again" up there? So funny story. Same girl same bus. (SAME BAT TIME SAME BAT CHANNEL) This was around Halloweenish n we were talking spooky stuffs n local legends n haunts of the area. And without a beat i look at her n her sister and...

"So no problems in your house on Halloween?" (They ask why perplexed) I proceed to tell them that their civil war era house (true) was part of the underground railroad, back helping escaping slaves (also true) Now theyre both intrigued with this knowledgeable fact.

"Well good thing you dont go down the basement then. (Damn place was half finished floor half dirt. 1 lil slit window. 1 light. And the room had a vibe n absorbed light. It was never bright enough. Alway dark no matter flashlight or lantern with overhead bulb.) Cause ya knoooow thats where they burried the slaves who died on the railroad? Some... they just killed to get rid of the hassle of hiding them any longer. Those are the really angry ones. Hope they dont claw up out the dirt floor. Shudder the thought. Oh well should be fiiiine just keep the door closed no probs."

Now the older sister looks at me and mouths an , is that true. And when her sis looks away im like NOOOOO lol sssh. Oh look its my stop . I get home and not 30 minutes the phone rings n my mom gets it n shes like "get down here NOW. Did you tell her..." Yeah ha totally fell for it yeah was not the correct answer. I had to apologize n all blaaaaah. My dad gets home mom gives him the tell your father what you did. He looks at me all stern and i tell him. When i reach the angry undead slaves burried in the basement bit thats when hes all "awwww maaaannn why ya gotta do that? " then he busted out laughing. Moms all serious lookin n im all made to promise dont do it again. Quit scaring the girl. And i did just that that Canadian story was not horrifying, it was complete bullshit but not scary, I promised. 👍

Also, an amusing point about the house is that it was pre civil war built kinds of old. And used in the underground railroad as a way point. Also I never ever let on or told those girls their house was actually, actually haunted. But it was upstairs and in the attic, not the basement. Lil bit an unpleasant vibe also. At times going to play in the attic was " not a good feeling idea" and i never liked being upstairs, second floor after, or in the dark. Bad vibes closer, you got to attic.

[omaticwriting]

GA: Group Beacon (station 1- A drunken decision)

I was drunk.

[…)

Okay, that's not the best way to start a story, so let me start over, I was at a bar with friends getting drunk. Yeah, that’s better. It was roughly a month since you caused the world to fuse.

[uhm...]

Yes, I know you did it, don’t deny it, knowing you, I know you did it somehow and we're going to talk about this once I finish this story.

Anyway, I was by the bar counter, a cold brew in hand, finals got off early due to the fusing and now I’m here with my friends for a good time, thanks by the way, you saved probably every college student in the world from a stressful exam, but despite that, I was mostly bored and a little miserable, don’t tell dad this, but despite my good grades. I was STRUGGLING! And you’ll both have to deal with shit like that sometime in the future.

The pub itself wasn’t much to talk about, just your average rustic bar with screens showing sports, except it was just the news about cruddy politics, it turns out both sides of the world were daytime for a tiny bit, and I thought I was dreaming, but with the bright lights and the constant murmurs of the same topic already wore me down. Alcohol didn’t help so I buried my head into the pub's desk as the music played in an annoying loop.

“Yo Eric!” I heard my friend yell to me across the bar, his stained khakis and sunglasses were visible as day while I tried to hide my face, both from the volume he shouted and the alcohol making it worse, and embarrassment and prayed I’d forget after this.

God, I wished it did.

“hey. Tram” I begrudgingly greeted, I was fairly sure I-

[who?]

What?

[Who's Tram?]

Tram, my friend? The guy I introduced in that one video call in my dorm who was trying to drink a Coke with a mouthful of Mentos? That Tram.

[OH! I remember now! didn't he pour whiskey on Dad's flowers that one time?]

Y-yeah...that's him, sure he’s a little irresponsible, but he means well. Where was I? Right. I was fairly sure the alcohol was just making it hard to think, but I appreciated him joining me to drink, even if it was far from the university, but hell, the university’s been canceled since the world fused. 

“Enjoying the party so far?” he asked with a little too much volume which made my head feel like a watermelon on any video you’d find on the internet.

Utterly broken. That was what I meant.

“Tram, please don’t yell…I’m not in the mood” I responded, though I waved at him to give some courtesy, even with my headache.

“Sorry man, just having a fun time,” he said while patting my back, nearly spilling my drink in the process, much to my chagrin then, and at that point, I had hit my metaphorical limit.

“Just leave me alone Tram, I’d just like some time alone,” I said a little reflective, at least Tram was patient with me at that moment “Why not go mess with Elouise and Jay?” I looked over to the two girls, one playing pool and hitting the white ball a little too hard, the other playing magic tricks to scam a few people probably. I would not be surprised if Jay somehow managed to be several bucks richer.

“Come on, please? I won’t bother you too much” he practically begged, and I was not all that surprised nor impressed, but with a sigh, I let him stay for a while.

So with a drawn-out “go ahead” he sat by me, spinning while he clutched my side, much to my pleasure, and soon Tram practically jumped onto the seat next to mine, his momentum spinning him around before slamming onto the desk counter for another round for the both of us.

The conversation wasn’t too much of note, just about how we’ve been, what we plan to do once, and where we planned to be when we graduate.

(I want to know what you said)

You want to know what he said? well…I believe he said he’d be “the coolest mage of the land” or something along those lines. Something about a possible change to the curriculum with adding magic as a subject once shit cools down, as for me, you already know, especially how our birth parent disappeared, I hope wherever they are they’re doing okay.

(What...?)

Oh. right. We have someone new in the family, well I’m going to be working as a private investigator.

(what kind of job is that?)

Private investigators essentially work to help find missing people. our birth parent disappeared one day without a trace…no one could find them and I knew it wasn’t like them to leave us without reason, so I studied to help people find their loved ones, and hopefully find ours one day.

Anyway. We talked for about an hour or two as the pub almost made their last call and my friends were about to head back to the dorms for the night.

“Welp, you guys can go home, I kinda want a few more drinks,” I told them before taking a couple of gulps of beer, I wanted to unwind so I'll unwind godsdamn it.

“Well, alright man.” he looked at me rather saddened, I don’t really blame him, but at least he understood as I sluggishly watched him walk off to my other friends, but halfway, he looked back.

“If you want, we could all stay and have more fun so we can all go home, to make things better?” I could only give a scoff and a grin at that.

(I like where this is heading, is this what led you on your journey?)

Yes it was, and I regret what I said next, but that's past me.

Now back to it, I raised my pint in his direction with the second cockiest tone I've-

[The second?!]

I’ll get to it

I’ve ever said “Tram, we’re here to have a good time, so I doubt I'll need help go home right now, plus I doubt I'll get THAT drunk and I know the way back” After that I down my glass and everything became a blur.

I wasn’t sure what happened to me next, the alcohol did a lot on my head cause the first morning was on a wet wooden floor, the world rocking and spinning.

Fuck hangovers…don’t tell Dad I swore in front of you two and I'll give you both boiled grolmnel crystal.

[Deal.)

Thanks. 

Anyway, the world spun as the scent of…salt, oil, and fish invaded my nose as the distant sound of gods knows what the sound of birds in the magic world makes.

And safe to say I was going to lose what little I ate then if I had any the night prior. If I could recall what it was.

[what was it?]

It was just nuts, it’s complementary if you were wondering.

Anyway, I slowly sat up and looked at the…boat? Ship? Whatever the case it was a vessel that seemed pretty big made with some sort of material about as hard as steel with the look of wood covered in shield-like runes.

The people were another story, some I’d figure were some sort of tunic and long pants, some wore just a muted grey or brown type of military uniform with varying insignia I didn’t exactly know at the time, and others were more dressed like me, some less confused than others.

And all I had on me aside from my clothes was just my university ID, my wallet, my phone with enough signal for one call, and my revolver, the chambers still full.

(why do you have a weapon?)

Self-defense is a good idea, you never know if you need it, but anyway.

“The fuck?” I could only really say then and the pounding headache didn’t help.

“....” I heard a voice call out to me, I didn’t understand at the time, but I quickly looked to see a woman in a sailor uniform of sorts, compared to the rest, she looked rather formal, so I guessed that was the captain of the ship.

She looked at me up and down with curiosity and disgust, probably because I did look like total shit, and as she gestured me to get up she said words I didn’t understand quite yet.

“What?” I said, I was still fairly hungover, and I was fairly sure I nearly lost my footing a few times.

“........” I still didn’t understand yet, but I noticed a ring of light form in front of her and pushed it into me.

I nearly fell on my ass from that, and before I made my complaint she spoke again.

“As I was saying, welcome aboard the rerora enclavian” she said with a very formal tone, and I was surprisingly shocked, both for the fact that she was talking in complete English despite not having a minute prior.

(A translation spell?)

Yeah, I know that I know she didn’t speak actual English then and it was a translation spell that did it for me, but that’s besides the point, don’t correct me too much.

Anyway, after the shock had ended and my head sober enough not to hurl while I talked, I asked “What the FUCK happened?!” 

[That was a bit much...]

You try being reasonable in my situation.

“Well enclavian, you are part of a recruitment plan, that you have signed up for” I watched her cross my arms, and much to my confusion it took me several minutes of silence to make sense of how I got into this entire mess.

Me and my stupid drunken self got me to sign up for a recruitment drive which led to another part of this fused world.

(So that's why you're on Sobriety!)

Yes, this is exactly why I don’t drink anymore.

And to say I was livid was an understatement. 

“Look lady, you got the wrong Idea, I was drunk so technically, I shouldn’t be here!” I complained, I mean who wouldn’t? I practically wanted to grab her by the shoulders, but my hangover was still there, and I don’t think I wanted to get the ire of the other people on the ship.

Despite the outburst, the captain seemed a little empathetic, but it quickly dissipated with a more formal look as she snapped her fingers, a ring formed above her hand, whilst a single sheet of paper fell from it leaving me dumbstruck “Well, as much you wish to go home and this enlistment paper is now null and void” she showed to my face, and on it was my signature, it was barely eligible, but it was my own…great “we are a week away from the port you and other’s had come from and the ships magic reserves are low, so we can’t turn back now, with supplies this important, even then. We still need as much help as we can get” she sounded both serious and desperate. I could only look at her with shock, and I’ll be honest, I couldn’t leave with so many things in the way, and the best I gave then was a very hesitant nod “You mind if I be alone for a while?” being the only thing I could say, and thankfully the captain nodded.

As I went to watch the sea I heard the captain bark some orders of some kind, but that was too distant for me to really listen to nor care then as I watched the sourean sea as a very distant mass of land came in the distance as my adventure into the restless isles began.

[allsassnoclass]

hazel!!!! i'm sending you 🧠🤘😈 along with my love 💙 -megs 💙

@igarbagecannoteven hi megs :) this got long so it's all under the cut!

send me a 🧠 for a long ramble about something i’m obsessed with lately

well well well. i'm going to talk about my character at the haunted house :) because i love her and i am obsessed with her and i have so much time to think about her while waiting for people to come into my tiny little oasis of a room. i am especially obsessed with her contradictions!!!! she is best friends with two outsiders but well-loved enough for the entire town to go absolutely crazy about her disappearance. the news stories we show in the haunt imply that she's in elementary school but her missing poster says she's 5'2 and shows a teenager (and also she's played by me, a 24 year old). she is dead but she also can never die. she knows everything going on but she can't properly remember her life (and also sean hasn't given me a journal to turn into her photo diary yet!). her disappearance is the catalyst for the entire storyline but only a handful of patrons actually get to hear about it from her. she's a daddy's girl and he becomes the secondary villain of the haunt because grief turns him crazy but the news stories mention parents plural yet there is no evidence of her mother at any other point in the haunt. her only character traits are that she's blonde and wears green but she's also the most complex character in the entire story. she's a paragon of feminine innocence but she has a guy's name. she has no agency but you can't get the full narrative without talking to her. her room in the haunt is the least scary room but it's a prison and she's trapped there for eternity because it's a memory but it's not even her memory!!!! she is fully reliant on two dudes (her dad or her best friend) to save her but they're both doing a terrible job and murdering a bunch of people instead. her life sucks!!!! but at least she might get to properly die at some point!!!!!

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oooo let's see! Happy Birthday by Cooper Morrison is about being young but dreading getting older because you feel like things are never going to get better and that you're behind where you should be in life. also i met cooper once because he used to be in a band with/date a friend of mine from high school.

and because promoting women's music is important, Dessa released a new album recently and it's more pop focused than I like from her but I do really like the two songs from it that she had already released, one of which is "I Already Like You"

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People really, really need to not take songs lyrics as 100% truthful retellings of actual events in the singer's life. Many songs are inspired by personal experience, but there are always going to be aspects of fiction in them. Songwriters are creative storytellers, first and foremost, and they are storytellers who are writing from a specific perspective rather than writing an objectively truthful account. I've seen people prying into Olivia Rodrigo's life to find out who or what her songs are about, when the fact of the matter is that they're all going to have elements of fiction in them. She's telling a story, regardless of what the inspiration for that story was. Respect her privacy and stop trying to dig up her life to connect every line of a song to an actual event. This also really bothered me when All Too Well TV came out and everyone was taking the short film as gospel truth and hating on jake gyllenhaal to the extreme. Was the age gap weird and did he mistreat her? yeah probably. but that doesn't change the fact that ATW TV is a sensationalized retelling that she crafted into a story, and the short film especially is a double-fictionalized version of that story. Basically, everyone needs to be okay interpreting songs in their own way and they definitely need to make their peace with all songs being fictional to some degree.

[zzariyo]

I said I gave up. I lied

now that i have actual maybe designs for the main guys, i really wish i remembered the……story. LOL

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Temporary - Oscar Diaz imagine Part 6

Previously...

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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"What did you do?" Jamal asked, still stood staring at me with wide eyes.

"I have never, ever, seen an actual smile on that guys face." Ruby muttered, watching the front door as though Oscar would magically walk through it any second.

"He's got a point." Cesar added making my eyes move to him. "He's my brother and I've never heard him call anyone 'princesa' before, let alone offer to let a girl stay over with no repayment, if you get what I mean." He smirked as he looked at me, his eyes holding a knowing glint.

"Maybe I just have that effect on people." I shrugged with a slight laugh. "Anyway, what's this about a school dance?" I asked in attempt to change the subject.

"It's on Friday and we're gunna get freaky with it." Jamal sung as he moved his hips in what I think was supposed to be a 'sexy' way.

"Okay, that's gross." I stated pointing at the younger boy as he slowly stopped dancing, crossing his arms before flopping down on the couch besides me.

"What is with you people and throwing water on my flame?" He groaned to himself.

"Jamal, baby, you need to have a flame for someone to put it out." I spoke with false sympathy, laughing as he rolled his eyes and mimicked me.

"How were the school dances in Cali?" Ruby asked leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched me.

"Uh, I didn't actually go to any." I shrugged thinking back to how me and Jess would just take a couple bites down to the beach and drink the night away.

"You didn't go? Like, to any?" Cesar asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Not that I remember no, I used to just go down to the beach and get drunk." I shrugged with a small smile.

"You should come." He continued making me look up to him in slight confusion. "To our dance." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh, well in case you haven't realised I finished school a couple years ago, and I didn't even go to yours." I smiled at his offer.

"So? We can bring dates from other schools, or not from school at all, this is freeridge, it's a pretty relaxed deal." He shrugged, the smirk still on his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to a school dance with a fourteen year old is such a great idea." I muttered unsurely.

"You're overthinking things here Lia." Jamal said loudly as he pushed himself up and stood next to Cesar and Ruby. "God, you're definitely related." He spoke to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Me and Ruby yelled at the same time making Jamal raise his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' style. "But he's right." Ruby shrugged. "It's nothing serious just a dance, besides, I thought you'd be up for some fun after whatever just happened." He continued.

"Ruby's right." Cesar nodded, all three boys stood watching me and waiting for an answer.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "You're on." I smiled.

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"Thank you again." I smiled as Oscar grabbed what he needed from his room before spending the night on the couch.

"Ain't nothin'." He shrugged as he headed towards the door, fresh shirt and shorts in hand.

"I'm going to the school dance with your brother." I blurted out stopping him with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh my god that sounded so much stranger out loud." I groaned as I flopped back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" He snorted as he turned round, dumping his stuff on a set of drawers before he stood at the side of the bed looking down at me in a mix of confusion and amusement.

"They was talking about the dance and I mentioned I'd never been to one, then Cesar offered to take me." I shrugged before sitting up and looking up at him. "It's not that strange right?"

"You're 19 and going to a school dance with my brother." He said matter-of-factly as he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's so weird." I half groaned, half laughed as I thought about what I had agreed to. "You know you don't have to sleep out there right? I'm more than happy to, this is your bed after all." I mentioned, running my fingers through my tangled hair.

"A princesa should sleep on a bed, not a couch." He gave me a small smile and a shrug.

"And what about a caballero?" I asked making him look at me in confusion. "Well, you were my night in shinning armour." I teased with a smirk, and I'm sure, I saw a hint of pink lining his cheeks before he cleared his throat and it was gone. "Oscar Diaz get your culo into the bed before I tell all your little home boys that you cried at Marley and me." I smirked knowing that seeing Spooky Diaz crying earlier was going to come in handy, not that he'd admit he was.

"A) I wasn't crying, and b) even if I was you wouldn't dare." He muttered narrowing his eyes at me although the small smirk on his face let me know that he wasn't quite 100% serious.

"Try me." I smirked.

I let out a laugh as he sighed loudly throwing his head back before huffing his way over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling his top over his head before throwing himself down dramatically.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that?" I laughed as I lifted the cover and settled down on the pillow.

"Let's remember who's bed this is yeah." He muttered, both of us laid on our backs and watching the plain white roof.

"Was you close to them? Your parents I mean." I whispered remembering Ruby saying that the Diaz brothers had been alone for the majority of Cesar's childhood.

"My mum died when I was younger, couple years after Cesar was born, I don't remember much about her other than she was a jumped up crackhead." He muttered, my eyes widening slightly at how blunt and open he was being about it. "Me and my dad were kinda close when it came to gang business, I guess, but other than that I barely knew the man personally." I felt him shrug from his place besides me. "What about you?" He asked making me scoff quietly.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but me and my mum don't exactly have the greatest relationship. She's constantly on my ass trying to put me down, she tried her hardest to make me into the housewife that she's always been, and that's just not me." I shrugged laughing slightly. "But my dad." I trailled of with a sigh, a small smile on my face. "He's the greatest man I've ever met, I mean sure, he's had some troubles in the past but he's always put me and mum above it all. Even when it costs him more than he has, he always finds a way to make sure we're alright." I smiled at the thought of the hero that was my dad.

"He sounds like a good man." Oscar whispered making me turn to face him only to realise that he was already watching me.

"He is." I whispered with a small smile, my eyes captured by his as the familiar butterflies from earlier suddenly reappeared, his eyes moving between my own and my lips.

Not risking another interruption he quickly leant forwards and captured my lips with his own, moving our lips against each other's slowly, the cliché of butterflies and fireworks never really making much sense to me until this moment, when I felt it all.

I kept my eyes closed as we slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as he released my bottom lip with a slight pop. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak before I was interrupted by a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled back completely.

"Sorry, I uh, I shouldn't have done that." He said quietly, looking into my eyes briefly before reaching over and playing with the small 'D' pendant that hung around my neck. "I know you got a boyfriend." He muttered scowling, dropping the necklace as though it had burned him.

"It's alright Oscar." I smiled slightly, bringing my hands up to the sides of his face my thumb rubbing his jawline gently. "I'm done with him, enough is enough, right." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled bringing my hands to the sides of his face, my thumb rubbing over his jawline gently. "I'm not with him anymore." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"Good." He smirked, placing his hands on he sides of my face forcing me to let go of his and hold onto his wrists instead. Giving me one more smirk he leaned in placing his lips against mine as his hands disappeared from my face, reaching behind my neck as I felt the weight of the necklace disappear.

Pulling away I couldn't help but laugh as Oscar threw the necklace towards the drawers opposite his bed, the small chain sliding across the surface before dropping down the back. Letting out a chuckle of his own he laid himself down pulling me towards him do that my head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around me waist from behind while his other was folded under his head.

"Night Lia." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight Oscar." I whispered into the otherwise silent room, placing a brief kiss to his bare chest before drifting off into the darkness.

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"Aye Spooky! Where you at?" Accompanied by a know at the door make me jump the next morning as I was getting myself a glass of water in Oscars kitchen the next morning.

Since I'd always been an early bird, as my mother would put it, it was no surprise that I had woken up before Oscar and Cesar, my head resting on Oscars chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Spooky man, open up!" A different voice called from outside again accompanied by a know that was more like banging.

Sighing to myself I debated whether to go and wake Oscar or to just answer the door myself, yet another knock on the door answering my question for me.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I opened the door to be met with the same Santo that had stepped up to Diego yesterday along with another one that I recognised from the Monse and Cesar fight, the one who tried to step up to me, bitch.

"Where's Spooky?" The bitch asked as he looked me up and down with smirk, only then did I remember that I was in the same clothes I'd slept in, a pair of Oscar's boxers and my tank top, luckily I had remembered to put my bra back on when I'd gotten up this morning.

"How 'bout you show me a little respect before I slam this door in your culo feo." I smiled sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest before the other guy got my attention.

"Hey, uh, Lia right?" He asked with furrowed brows like he was trying to remember. "I was there when your boy came for you." He smiled slightly.

"Right." I nodded. "Thank you for that." I smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful that he had stepped in.

"I'm sad eyes by the way." He smiled as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "And that's Johnny." He nodded over to his companion.

"Lia." I smiled putting my hand in his and shaking it lightly. "But you already knew that." I laughed.

"Is spooky here or what?" Johnny huffed against the door frame, once again letting his eyes roam my half naked body.

"Spooky's gunna kick the shit outta you if you don't stop looking at her like that." Cesar's voice made me jump as he came to the door with a glass of juice in one hand. "Here." He smiled as he handed me the juice while taking the water from my other hand.

"Oh, thank you C." I smiled as I took a sip. "Oh shit yeah, you guys wanna come in?" I asked quickly remembering the two Santos stood waiting in the doorway.

"Thanks." Sad eyes laughed as he made his way in, fist bumping Cesar on his way.

"Apologise." I said, putting my arm across the doorway before Johnny could walk in, looking up at him with a smirk as he glared down at me. "Apologise for acting like a jackass or you can wait for Spooky out in the yard." I shrugged as he looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, and it rained last night so the couch is slightly damp." I shrugged again as I went to close the door before his hand stopped me.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He smiled sarcastically as he tried to take a step inside.

"You're sorry for what exactly?" I smirked as I stepped in his way again, getting a kick of amusement at the scowl on his face. "Well, I'm waiting." I sighed tapping my invisible watch on my wrist.

"I'm sorry for being a jackass." He groaned rolling his eyes. "Happy?" He sighed as he looked down at the smirk on my face.

"Very." I smiled as I moved out of his way to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Aye spooky! Where you been man? Damn hyna trying to make me wait inside." Johnny cheered as Oscar appeared from the hallway in nothing but the pair of shorts that he'd slept in last night.

Sure, Oscar Diaz wasn't exactly rocking an eight pack and abs of steal, but my god was he something to look at first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes landed on me, scanning me up and down quickly before he looked back to Johnny, giving him an uninterested look before shaking his head and heading into the kitchen.

"Lia." He called looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here a second." He added, motioning for me to go over to him.

"What's up?" I asked standing next to him as he opened the fridge only to from when it came up empty.

"I was gunna ask if you wanted anything but I gotta go to the store." He groaned rubbing a hand over his tanned head.

"I can take a walk to that cafe down the street, mama coco's is it?" I asked recalling seeing the small cafe a few times since I'd been back in town.

"Nah." He muttered shaking his head, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. "Johnny, go down to mamma coco's and grab me a coffee and one of those roll things I like." He told him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and throwing it onto the Santos lap.

"Do you normally sleep with cash on you?" I asked amused knowing that he had slept in those very shorts. "My bad." I giggled as he turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, the girl just offered man." Johnny shrugged as he picked up the cash and held it out for me to take.

"I don't care." Oscar muttered as he pushed his outstretched hand away. "What do you want?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"I'll have a tea with two sugars please." I smiled at him. "Oh! And a blueberry muffin!" I added excitedly, smirking when Johnny rolled his eyes.

I laughed as Johnny stood up with a huff before making his way out of the house, with one last laugh I made my way back to Oscars room to put on my clothes from yesterday since the rest of my stuff was back at Ruby's.

"Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Monse's voice made me jump as I made my way back into the living room that was now occupied by Oscar, Sad eyes and the core 4, plus Olivia. The core 4 was dotted around the room, Sad eyes was laid back on the recliner in the corner while Oscar and Olivia was on the couch, their thighs brushing slightly, a wave of jealousy washing over me before I shook it off, he wasn't mine, I had no right to be jealous over silly little things like that.

"Uh yeah, I haven't been back to Ruby's because, well, ya know." I shrugged slightyl before turning to the blonde girl. "You must be Olivia." I smiled over at the young girl, I'd never met her before, or even heard of her before mum and Geny told me about he staying.

"That's me." She smiled. "You're Lia right?" She said, crossing one leg over the other subconsciously pushing hers and Oscars legs closer together.

"And my date to the dance on Friday." Cesar grinned as he came over to where I was stood and out his arm over my shoulders.

"Strictly friends only, got it." I raised my eyebrows as I looked to him, making him chuckle and nod in agreement.

"Since when are you taking her?" Monse asked confused, ignoring the looks that the rest of the crew was giving her instead opting to keep her attention on me and Cesar.

"Since last night when she told me that she'd never been to her own school dances." He shrugged casually, to him it was no big deal but I could see I'm Monse's eyes that she was hurting.

"You know I don't have to go, not if you two were planning on going together." I said quickly, not looking to be in the middle of a teenage love triangle or whatever this shit was.

"Nah, we're just friends, right monse?" Cesar shrugged as he pulled me close to his side, Monse not missing the gesture.

"Right." She mumbled looking at the ground just as Johnny stormed in and threw a paper bag down onto the ktichen counter before putting the drinks down considerably gentler.

"Oh food!" I grinned as I pulled away from Cesar's hold, jumping up on the counter and opening up the bag, immediately pulling out my blueberry muffin and digging in, sending a muffin filled smile in Johnny's direction. "Gracias." I smirked as he shook his head and leant against the wall.

"Aye where's mine foo'?" Oscar piped up, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me finish my muffin, throwing the wrapper to the side before taking a sip of my tea.

"I'm the bag." I shrugged with a smirk, watching as his eyes lit up with amusement while Ruby and Jamal watched with horror on their faces.

"Is that right?" He asked smirking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"That's right." I nodded as I blew into the lid of my tea before taking another sip.

"You not gunna bring it here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, remind me how much you're paying me to be your waitress again?" I asked sarcastically, laughing as Ruby and Jamal's eyes widened that little bit more.

"I'll get it for you Mr Spooky Sir." Jamal said quickly getting up from his seat and rushing towards the bag only for me to grab the bad and hold it behind my back.

"Nu-Uh." I muttered shaking my head with a chuckle. "I'm gunna need the owner of the bag to come and collect it thank you." I smirked looking from Jamal to Oscar who was watching me with an amused smile on his face before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over.

"I'm right here." He smirked making Jamal jump as he appeared behind him. "Can I get my food now?" He asked as Jamal scurried back to his spot making me laugh.

"Of course." I grinned handing the bag over. "What do I get for keeping it safe for you?" I asked quietly, knowing that the other people in the room were watching the interaction.

"I could think of something." He muttered, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked back as he took another step so that we were basically chest to chest only having to look up at him slightly from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." He mumbled before taking my head in his hands and bringing his lips down on mine in a slow but butterfly filled kiss.

The joint "Oh my god." From Ruby and Jamal making us pull apart slowly with small smiles on both our faces.

[gyusfavlibra]

THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

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*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

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"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing  chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

[blackcatrph]

** sour  sentence  starters.

brutal.

“  i think that i’ll die before i drink.  ”

“  i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you.  ”

“  i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.  ”

“  they'd all be so disappointed  because who am I if not exploited?  ”

“  where's my fuckin' teenage dream?  ”

“  if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.  ”

“  i'm anxious and nothing can help.  ”

“  i wish I'd done this before.  ”

“  i wish people liked me more.  ”

“  all I did was try my best.  ”

“  this the kind of thanks I get?  ”

“  they say these are the golden years.  ”

“  i wish I could disappear.  ”

“  god, it's brutal out here.  ”

“  i feel like no one wants me.  ”

“  i only have two real friends.  ”

“  lately I'm a nervous wreck.  ”

“  i love people I don't like.  ”

“  i hate every song I write.  ”

“  i'm not cool, and I'm not smart.  ”

“  i can't even parallel park.  ”

“  got a broken ego, broken heart.  ”

“  i don't even know where to start.  ”

traitor.

“  brown guilty eyes and little white lies.  ”

“  i played dumb but I always knew.  ”

“  i kept quiet so I could keep you.  ”

“  ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?  ”

“  ain't it funny how you said you were friends?  ”

“  it sure as hell don't look like it.  ”

“  you betrayed me.  ”

“  i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt.  ”

“  loved you at your worst but that didn't matter.  ”

“  guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.  ”

“  there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.  ”

“  ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid?  ”

“  remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?  ”

“  i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.  ”

“  you gave me your word but that didn't matter.  ”

drivers  license. 

“  i got my driver's license last week.  ”

“  just like we always talked about.  ”

“  today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around.  ”

“  you're probably with that blonde girl.  ”

“  she's so much older than me.  ” 

“  she's everything I'm insecure about.  ”

“  how could I ever love someone else?   “

“  i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one.  ”

“  i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.  ”

“  guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.  ”

“  all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.  ”

“  I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do.  ”

“  i still see your face in the white cars, front yards.  ”

“  can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you.  ”

1  step  forward,  3  steps  back.

“  i called you on the phone today.  ”

“  all I did was speak normally.  ”

“  you got me fucked up in the head.  ”

“  like am I pretty? am I fun?  ”

“  i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff.  ”

“  it's always one step forward and three steps back.  ”

“  i'm the love of your life until I make you mad.  ”

“  do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand.  ”

“  maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting.  ”

“  which lover will I get today?  ”

“  will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?  ”

“  it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong?  ”

“  it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said.  ”

“  i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had.  ”

deja vu.

“  strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two?  ”

“  i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.  ”

“  so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?  ”

“  that was our place, I found it first.  ”

“  i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.  ”

“  do you get déjà vu when she's with you?  ”

“  do you call her, almost say my name?  ”

“  i hate to think that I was just your type.  ”

“  don't act like we didn't do that shit too.  ”

“  play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel.  ”

good  4  u.

“  well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.  ”

“  you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.  ”

“  remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?  ”

“  good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.  ” 

“  i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.  ”

“  now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.  ”

“  well, good for you, you look happy and healthy.  ”

“  not me, if you ever cared to ask.  ”

“  good for you, you're doin' great out there without me.  ”

“  i've lost my mind.  ”

“  i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom.  ”

“  it's like we never even happened.  ”

“  what the fuck is up with that?  ”

“  good for you, it's like you never even met me.  ”

“  remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you?  ”

“  well, screw that and screw you.  ”

“  you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional.  ”

“  your apathy's like a wound in salt.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional  or maybe you never cared at all.  ”

“  like a damn sociopath.  ”

enough  for  you.

“  i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more.  ”

“  i know that you loved before.  ”

“  tried so hard to be everything that you like.  ”

“  i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart.  ”

“  stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.  ”

“  i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.  ”

“  you found someonе more exciting.  ”

“  you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong.  ”

“  you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true.  ”

“  all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.  ”

“  maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before.  ”

“  you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more.  ”

“  i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that.  ”

“  i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back.  ”

“  don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?  ”

“  don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?  ”

“  don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself.  ”

“  someday i’ll be everything to somebody else.  ”

“  you’ll be the one crying.  ”

happier.

“  we broke up a month ago. ”

“  your friends are mine you know.  ”

“  you’ve moved on, found someone new.  ”

“  i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past.  ”

“  she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty.  ”

“  does she mean you forgot about me ?  ”

“  i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me.  ”

“  i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go.  ”

“  find someone great, but don’t find no one better.  ”

“  i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.  ”

 “  do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?  ”

“  an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean.  ”

“  remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me?  ”

“  now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart.  ”

“  she’s beautiful, she looks kind.  ”

“  she probably gives you butterflies.  ”

“  i wish you all the best, really.  ”

“  say you love her, just not like you loved me.  ”

“  think of me fondly when your hands are on her.  ”

jealousy  jealousy.

“  i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room.  ”

“  all i see are girls too good to be true.  ”

“  i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back.  ”

“  comparison is killing me slowly.  ”

“  i think i think too much.  ”

“  i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else.  ”

“  my jealousy started following me.  ”

“  i see everyone getting all the things i want.  ”

“  i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not.  ”

“  i can’t stand it.  ” 

“  oh god i sound crazy.  ”

“  their win is not my loss, i know it’s true.  ”

“  i can’t help getting caught up in it all.  ”

“  all your friends are so cool.  ”

“  you go out every night.  ”

“  you’re living the life.  ”

“  i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you.  ”

“  all i see is what i should be.  ”

favourite  crime.

“  know that i love you so bad.  ”

“  i let you treat me like that.  ”

“  i was your willing accomplice.  ”

“  i watched as you fled the scene.  ”

“  doe-eyed as you buried me.  ”

“  the things i did just so i could call you mine.  ”

“  the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime.  ”

“  you used me as an alibi.  ”

“  i crossed my heart and you crossed the line.  ”

“  i defended you to all my friends.  ”

“  every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around.  ”

“  you know that i’d do it all again.  ”

“  it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do.  ”

“  i was going down but i was doing it with you.  ”

“  i say that i hate you with a smile on my face.  ”

“  look what we became.  ” 

hope  ur  ok.

“  his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child.  ”

“  wore long sleeves because of his dad.  ”

“  somehow we fell out of touch.  ”

“  hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.  ”

“  don’t know if i’ll see you again someday.  ”

“  i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  her parents hated who she loved.  ”

“  she was brought into a world where family was merely blood.  ” 

“  with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.  ”

“  we don’t talk much.  ”

“  i miss you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings.  ”

“  nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems.  ”

“  when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close.  ”

“  i hope you know how proud i am.  ”

“  i hope that you’re happier today.  ”

“  i love you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”  

[zodiacrant]

🍩My experiences with each Moon sign🍩

(Cause yall are messy)

I have done this a few times before but for Sun signs and did rank placements but never shared my thoughts and experiences with the Moon signs.

Now I know how this goes, so if you get mad or sad then go off I guess. Aint the first time I get cursed out or attacked in this bitch. Plus, I am a Cap moon so naturally I won’t do well with some Moons and I will be nitpicking everything about everyone.

🍩Aries Moon🍩

My dad’s moon. Yup, that tells you alot without me even starting. Having our Moons in Square shit was hard to say the least. It took a long time for us to be on middle grounds and because I don’t feel comfortable talking about my problems here I will continue on. The Aries Moon that I really like and can think of is Rihanna, so I would say it’s unfair to make a whole judgment but from what I saw and heard they’re not exactly the best to be around. So I give them a 3/10 for being bold and having nerve.

🍩Taurus Moon🍩

Now this Moon right here I know people from ( a close friend and my sister, plus some others) and I don’t have many strong opinions about it. As a Taurus Sun, it can be a challenge to work with a Taurus Moon. I am stubborn at my core and they’re stubborn with their heart, so everytime we disagree it’s like a rope pulling contest. Way too stagnant for me but I think that’s because of my other placements and they don’t take any advice or open up no matter what. On to the good, I never disliked someone with this placement. No matter how much of an asshole they can be, to me it is difficult to hate them or stay mad at them. They’re warm, kind, and sweet but a bit aloof and naive, also they don’t like to touch and hug as some people might think. I will give them a 8/10

🍩Gemini Moon🍩

(⚠️TW⚠️ mention of rape and erratic behavior)

I only had one best friend with this placement and I don’t I want to meet any more, and I am at peace with that if they resemble her in any way. She was a maniac. She loved to lie, create drama, blow shit up, act crazy and basically be shocking. I do find similarities with Gemini Sun where they do shit for reactions but with her, she will take it to the next level. Lie about being raped, act possessed, or pretend that she is being followed. It’s not fair to associate her with people who share the same Moon as her but that was y’all’s representation in my life. She was erratic so it’s difficult to see where her Moon was in effect and where she was just off. I’ll give them a 1/10, would not recommend until proven otherwise.

🍩Cancer Moon🍩

The first that comes to my mind is Taylor Swift and to me she is the ultimate Cancer Moon. It juat makes sense how fast she takes it to the next level with people. Whether getting serious quickly with someone or throwing down and feuding. She just always at a 100. Personally, I never got close with someone who has this placement, maybe it’s because I am a Capricorn Moon myself, but I would say the ones that I have met were nice. I’ll give them a 5/10

🍩Leo Moon🍩

I only had one best friend with this placement but the people I have met with this Moon I still remember. They all had one thing in common and that was being emotionally traumatized and have lost one parent. My best friend was super loyal, very confident in what they believed in and represented, were always there for me and had an amazing ability in motivating others. But they were also super prideful and there’s no coming back with them. Fight once and it’s over. (Yes I am looking at you Jonnie). One of the other people was with me in uni and always had the to urge won up me and my friend. He had scars all over and he doesn’t remember how he got them. But he was super proud of himself and his home country, which I respect and admire. I’ll give them a 6/10

🍩Virgo Moon🍩

I know two people with this placement, my mom and a professor at uni, and oh boy it makes sense that they’re a Virgo Moon. Me and my mom are too alike that we clash strongly at times. She thinks she can do it better and I think I can do it better and we just have like a competition on who done it better basically. From cooking, to how you light the stove, to how you put on clothes, to how you lay down on bed. Both my mom and my professor are super critical and precise, althogh my professor is a double Virgo (Sun and Moon) so she will go even further. They have to do everything as it arises and act like there’s no time and everything is about to go wrong. Like damn sis chill the fuck out for a sec and this is coming from a Cap moon so you know it’s bad. But I really like Virgo Moon, even though people might hate such a personality but I can relate to them in some ways. I’ll give them 7/10

🍩Libra Moon🍩

My only online friend that I talk to all the time got this Moon. Other than her I met only two people and they were something. Okay so for my friend, because I never actually have seen her physically with my own eyes I can’t say how she acts all the time, but she is one of the best listeners I had in my life. She likes to hear me ramble for an hour about a dumb encounter that lasted a second, talking about astrology and some nerdy things and then not so nerdy things. I believe that it’s a Libra Moon quality to be emotionally versatile and attentive. I think because she is a Leo dominant she acts much fiery and fiercely than a Libra would. As for the other people I just thought they were fake. One acted as a friend but then would just disappear so I was over it quickly and the other was super passive and pretentious that I think she shits out plastic. All in all I think it’s a great Moon. I’ll give them a 7/10

🍩Scorpio Moon🍩

One of the hardest Moons I ever delt with but I find that I love them too. My oldest sister had this Moon and she is such a mystery. Because I am a Taurus Sun, it is only natural for me to have a hard time with a Scorpio Moon. Even though she is an extrovert, she rarely talks about herself and her feelings, you will never catch her slipping or show vulnerability. I can see how difficult it may be for her being a Cancer with a Scorpio Moon and have Gemini dominance. But she’s a bitch at heart and I am cool with it. I’ll give them 5/10 cause I am not a big fan of paradoxical people

🍩Sagittarius Moon🍩

A moon that I always babysat. I had two best friends with this Moon and if I was born a second earlier, it would mine too. I don’t know if it’s because of my Gemini Venus or my 0 degree Capricorn Moon but I love Sagittarius Moons. I was fortunate to see some of their weaknesses and for them to trust me enough to be vulnerable. But boy do they get themselves into the dumbest situation because they wanted to see what would happen. I had to babysit them and help them do everything like shopping, cooking, cleaning, assembling furniture, be their body guard when buying weed. (Shhhh it’s a secret). They’re in many ways immature cause they run from things and everytime you try to be real with them, they say “stop being negative”. I’ll give them a 9/10

🍩Capricorn Moon🍩

The grande dame of the Moon signs, sitting at it’s opposite planet. I have met many Cap Moons and honestly we are bitches 😂. The energy of sitting next to a Capricorn Moon is too fucking much like I never knew it’s like that. I noticed the way they stare, talk, walk and sit can be so aggressive and intimidating. I see why people might label us as bullies, cause the energy is definitely there and I myself was such a cunt (still a little but I am more aware of myself now) that I get where both are coming from. Life as a Capricorn Moon is emotionally flat. If wasn’t for my other placements you will never see me even flinch. I think we just take everything and let it process in our head before we let it into our hearts. So to me, we’re not mean, we just don’t see how something might be hurtful. But also that tone and that blank face, goddam! That’s why I try to smile cause bitch no, I didn’t know I was walking with a death stare this whole time. Anyways, I will give us 10/10 cause I am self appreciative like that 😂✌️

🍩Aquarius Moon🍩

I have always tried to understand Aquarius Moon and it was only a month ago that I have realized they themselves are not sure of who they’re. I had one best friend with this placement and three cousins (all siblings). First, my cousins are super competitive with each other on who gets to do what and if it happens that they’re similar in something they will get pissed. The person that was my best friend was like that as well. Only he would drop a an entire hobby, interest, something close to his heart, shit even a personality trait. I find them to be constantly changing and trying, so they shift between one end of extreme to the other until they center themselves. I’ll give them a 4/10

🍩Pisces Moon🍩

Now let’s talk about a depressing placement, in my opinion of course 😅. I don’t know if it’s the influence of Neptune on the Moon or is it the just the demeanor of Pisces, but good god girl get a grip (they call this the five G’s). My youngest sister is a Pisces Moon, and as creative as she is, she is pessimistic and overly cynical. I mean I am all for being critical and real but looking at everything with jacked up black sprayed glasses is just too much for me. Other than my sister I don’t know any Pisces Moon very well but I had a few acquaintances. I noticed that they talked about a specific thing and that’s it. I have found them to be amazing at drawing, painting and have an incredible artistic sense. At times twisted and dark, but I love the art that comes with it. I’ll give them a 5/10

Here’s the tea. It’s Pisces season so remember I am sensitive right now, and also it’s my life and I wish I met someone as amazing as you might think you’re. (Maybe that was a little too aggressive)

Okay love you ❤️

[duffs-shot-glass]

The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

*photo not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

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[onlyfreds]

A Weasley Wedding | F.W.

Title: A Weasley Wedding

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred would do everything when it came to you

A/N: This is for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the wedding trope + “did you need something?”. Holly!! I hope you like this and congrats on the 2k! You deserve every single one of them. 😁

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me.

The lace-adorned dress that fell past my knees looked like something out of a fairytale. My hair in a half-up and half-down look, all thanks to Hermione.

I could've only dreamed of this day.

As a kid, I always thought that I would marry a knight in shining armor.

But, little did I know that my knight in shining armor happened to be a certain 6'3 ginger that had a knack of pranking.

But he was funny and handsome too.

Marrying Fred Weasley was literally the dream.

A small knock pulled me out of my train of thought as Ginny greeted me with a small smile, promptly closing the door behind her.

"Hey," my soon to be sister-in-law said, "how's the bride doing?"

I laughed, “I’m doing wonderful! Just still can’t believe that I’m about to be an official Weasley. Speaking of that, how’s Fred doing?”

Hermione was the one with the brilliant idea of pushing through with some muggle traditions and separating the bride and groom the night before the wedding was one of them. And let me tell you, Fred wasn’t coping with it well.

Ginny laughed, “He’s too eager to see his bride. He was already an inch away from the door knob before Percy caught him and dragged him back downstairs.”

As if on cue, we suddenly heard a small knock, “Open the door sweetheart please.” Fred’s voice pleaded, “I just want to see you for a minute. Nobody has to know.”

“Way ahead of you Freddie.” Ginny said as her brother groaned, “Besides, you know the rules.”

“Please Ginny. You know you’re the best sister ever. Just let me in.” I swear that if we could see Fred right now, he would’ve had big doe eyes.

Before the youngest Weasley could give a retort, George’s voice was added to the conversation, “You’re here again?! Seriously Fred, if mum catches you here again, she’ll tie you to a chair until the ceremony starts.”

Ginny shrugged, stifling a laugh, “See? What did I tell you?”

—

“How’s my not-so-little girl anymore?” My mum asked as she entered the room, my dad and Molly following suit.

I gave her a small smile, “I’m just a bit nervous.”

My dad chuckled, draping an arm around my mum’s waist as he looked at me fondly, “Don’t worry about that dear. It’s normal, I remember being a nervous wreck when I married your mother.”

“My baby girl has never looked so perfect.” Mum cooed as she smoothed out the creases in my dress.

“Our baby girl isn’t so much of a baby anymore.” Dad said, his voice cracking a bit as he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“Aaw dad.” I said, engulfing both of my parents in a tight hug, “Don’t cry, because I’ll start to cry too.”

Just like earlier, a small knock accompanied by my fiancé’s voice appeared, “Hey darling, can you please open the door. I just want to see you.”

Molly rolled her eyes at her son’s antics as she muttered under her breath, “He’s being so stubborn and he can’t even keep still.”

I giggled, leaning against the door, “Fred, you know that I can’t.”

“Come on darling.” He persuaded, “When did we ever follow the rules? Besides, I’ll make it up to you, I promise that I’ll make the sweetest love to you tonight.”

Everyone in the room froze as I tried to contain the blush rising up to my cheeks.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Molly chastised as she headed out of the room, going after her son who was already running for his life.

“Now, that is what I call commitment.” Dad said with a small laugh causing mum to smack him on the arm.

—

One hour.

I had exactly one more hour before I’m officially “Mrs. Fred Weasley”.

Thanks to my nerves, I needed a drink of water.

I walked towards the desk where the parchment that Hermione had enchanted earlier lay. It had the ability to transport any note that I write to a similar parchment in the Weasley’s living room.

After jotting down a request for water, I watched as the ink disappeared, as if it was being soaked up by the parchment but according to Hermione: it meant that the message had been sent.

A few minutes later, a small click could be heard along with Fred’s voice, “Did you need something?”

I turned and saw him holding a glass of water, a blindfold over his eyes and a goofy smile on his lips.

“Freddie,” I said, taking the glass from him, “how were you able to get in here? And why are you wearing a blindfold?”

Fred chuckled, his hands finding their way to my waist, “For the first time in my life, Hermione Granger took pity on me. So, she found a loophole through the whole situation. Technically, I wouldn’t be able to see you with this bloody blindfold on. And with the help of Ginny and George, they bought us five minutes.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Nothing could ever stop you huh?”

He smiled, “When it comes to you, I would do everything.”

I looked over at the wall clock, before turning to Fred, “You better go now. But, I’ll be seeing you in 50 minutes.”

Fred pressed another brief kiss to my lips, “I already know you look gorgeous.” Before blindly making his way to the door.

—

“It’s time.” Hermione said, entering the room, “You ready?”

I nodded, “I’ve never been more ready.”

She led me out to the Weasley’s backyard where the white tent stood beautifully, all decorated for the wedding.

Dad took his place next to me as he looped his arm around mine.

When the curtains opened, I saw that Fred’s back was turned to me until I walked down the aisle.

It was obvious that he was holding back tears.

“You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Fred Weasley.” He mouthed.

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[raziroo]

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

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It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.