#k now I’m gonna go cry myself to sleep because I’m so proud of these boys

[wideminded-dreamer]

and when Jake makes a post about MSG you will never hear from me again

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Hot Summer Nights (Dom!Spencer)

Spencer Reid x Female! Reader

CW: Penetrative sex, heavy petting, degredation k!nk, sub-drop, Dom/Sub relations, edging, Daddy K!nk, impregnation k!nk

Y/N's POV

"Spencer!" I squealed, rushing to my boyfriend's arms, hugging him tightly. I hadn't seen him in a good month or so, his work constantly providing him with gory cases about murders, murderers, and all things scary. The only contact we had was talking on the phone every night, but still, that wasn't the same as having him physically here with me.

"Hey beautiful," he chuckled, the reply muffled from his face nuzzled in my hair as he hugged me back. I pulled away, kissing his soft, sweet lips, relishing in the moment.

"I missed you so much," I said as I pulled apart from the kiss.

"I missed you so much, too" he said, cupping my cheeks with his warm hands and bending down to give me a peck on the lips before examining the outfit I was wearing.

I wore a mesh light purple push-up bra, white-striped knee-high socks, and an extremely tiny pleated creamy-white skirt; my ass practically exposed.

It was very different from what I'd normally wear, but the AC in mine and Spence's apartment was broken, and it was summertime in Quantico.

It wasn't like I went out with this attire on, but I was doing some cleaning around the house and got very warm, stripping out of my clothes to put on some cooler ones.

I saw sexual hunger and lust flash through Spencer's eyes, making him clear his throat and turn away, setting his bag down and asking, "I'm really tired, love, would you want to go to sleep right now?"

"Sure," I replied. It was midnight, so it wasn't like I wasn't tired. I had already showered and gotten ready for bed, after all.

He turned around and kissed me hungrily, then bent down to kiss my shoulder. Butterflies swarmed my stomach, making me feel warm. I smiled at the contact and held my hand out for him to hold it, which he grasped onto, almost immediately.

"Why is it so warm in here?" he asked, fanning himself as I let go of his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"AC broke," I said simply, "the repair man is coming tomorrow, though."

He nodded and watched as I stripped off my skirt, then my socks, then my bra and panties.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, biting his lip slightly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I quizzed, "It's hot and I don't want to be all confined in clothing."

He chuckled, "Okay,"

He slipped into bed, my naked self following in pursuit, and wrapping myself in Spencer's arms.

As much as I wanted this, I wanted more.. I wanted Spencer. It had been a month without him and I missed him.

So as he wrapped his arms around me I let a small, unsatisfied groan slip past my lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I need skin on skin contact," I whine.

"If I do that, you won't be able to control yourself, little girl." he whispered, kissing my neck lightly.

"Yes I will," I said defensively.

"Fine," he says after a moment, "but no funny business."

I feel the rustling of sheets behind me, the sound of his slacks sliding down his body and his shirt being thrown on the floor. My heart skips a beat, warmth shooting down to my core.

He gets back in bed, cuddling up next to me again and I turn around, kissing him square on the lips. He smiles and whispers,

"Go to sleep, little girl."

I turn around, my plan not over quite yet.

After a moment, I begin rocking on him, my core now throbbing with desire.

"Y/n," he begins, "what did I say?" he warns.

"I-I'm not doing anything, Daddy," I try to say innocently as he groans at the nickname.

"Fuck,"  he moans, "turn over."

I do as he says, smiling a wicked grin, although giving him my best, 'I'm not doing anything'- eyes.

"Oh don't give me that look," he says, standing up, his erection present. "You're nowhere near innocent,"

I sit up, massaging my breasts with my left hand softly. "I don't know what you're talking about," I babble, biting my lip softly.

"Fine," he says as I crawl over to him, "You want to act like a slut, you get treated like one."

I whimper at his remark, lifting my hand to start messaging his already-hard dick, before he stops me.

"No," he says, grabbing my wrist, "I'm gonna do what you want me to do; I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember your name."

I squeal as he pulls me to him, then pushes me back down on the bed, pulling my legs apart. He drags a finger up my slit as I gasp, my head falling back into the bed.

"Look at that," he mocks, "so wet for me already, and I haven't even touched you."

He then dips a finger in my heat, then another, then another. I moan, grasping the bed sheets in my palms.

He thrusts his fingers into me, curling them on the spot that is craving to be touched by him.  After a moment, I feel that familiar warm feeling grow in my lower stomach and cry,

"S-Spencer, I-I'm gonna come!"

Just like that, he pulls his fingers out of me, covered in my arousal. I practically cry in annoyance.

"Uh uh uh," he teases, "you don't get to come quite yet."

He puts his fingers covered in my arousal in my mouth and I suck.  He stares hungrily at me.

He pulls me up by my hips and turns me over on my hands and knees.

"I get to come first, and if I don't, you won't be allowed to come for a week."

I groan.

"Oh?" he questions, "but this is what you wanted, right princess? You wanted to tease me like a naughty girl with that outfit of yours... so I suggest you shut the fuck up, and take what you get."

"Y-yes daddy," I whimper.

"Good girl."

He then strokes his cock, and thrusts into me without hesitation, pounding into me before I can fully adjust to his size. But I don't care, the pain mixing with the pleasure to create an intoxicatingly-amazing feeling.

"God, I missed you," he groans, bottoming into me at a brutal force. "I could just -fuck!- I could just fuck a baby into you, then we could really be together forever." he slaps my ass, the sound registering in my brain before the slight stinging sensation does.

I moan, the feeling and his words overwhelming, but pleasing.

"Fuck, princess," he gasps, pulling me up so my back is flush to his front, still thrusting into me at an unholy pace. He pulls one of his hands to massage my breasts, then my neglected pearl at the front of my core. He begins rubbing circles on it, making me squirm.

"Daddy, please!" I sob, tears now falling from my eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, "P-please! I'm gonna come!"

"No," he pants, "if you do, you won't be able to come for a week... I'm almost there, baby."

I sob, trying to coax an orgasm out of him, my inner-walls clenching around him, "Come inside me, Daddy.. Please!"

"Ah, fuck!"  I hear him, now choking on his moans.

I feel warmth fill inside of me, the feeling causing my mouth to fall into an 'O' shape.

"Come, princess," he whimpers, "Come for Daddy.. Be a good girl and come."

So I do, my body milking out my own orgasm as he fucks me through our highs.

I want to scream, but nothing comes out, I pull my hand from in front of me and put it behind my back, hoping he gets the memo. He does, holding it gently as he thrusts a few more times inside of me before my limbs give out and he pulls out as I collapse on the bed.

He lies down on the bed, kissing my lips gently.

"I love you so much," he whispers, brushing some hair out of my eyes, "I'm so proud of you."

I feel an overwhelming amount of emotions pour out of me before I can even register it in my brain. My lip quivers and I cry into his chest.

Sub-drop.

"Shh shh shh," he shushes me as he tangles his fingers through my hair. "It's okay, I'm here." he says softly, pulling away from me slightly to look into my eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, kissing my lips, then brushing away the fallen tears.

"I-I love you," I say in a small voice.

"I love you," he says, kissing my forehead.

I fall asleep in his arms, listening to the sound of his breathing.

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AN: YOU GUYS ARE THIRSTY LMAOOO PPL KEEP ASKING FOR MORE DOM SPENCER SO HERE IT IS! SOME FLUFF IS COMING SOON AS WELL AS SOME SUB SPENCER!

NEW CHAPTERS WILL BE UP SOON!

love you all!

For those of you who don't know what sub-drop is: "It's an emotional and physical low, that begins anywhere from a few hours to a few days after an emotional/endorphin high and can last hours to weeks. The specific term sub-drop comes from the kink community, because it's typically experienced by submissive individuals after an intense scene."

[simonsrosebud]

Okay you can’t just make the “put a ring on it” comment and NOT think I’m gonna obsess over it - do they get engaged at some point? Who would ask who?

don’t worry, i’ve obsessed over it for days, now, but alas, here we go...

PUT A RING ON IT

the us court has been in london for the 2012 olympics for three weeks now.  and there are still things that kevin can’t comprehend.  he’d heard the stories, but the olympic village is exactly as described:  a mini town where anyone and everyone is hooking up, and where almost no one is sober after completing their events.  and since the schedules for each sport are so different, there are parties going on 24/7 without exaggeration.

it’s almost like a college campus, except every day was a friday night.

which is why kevin makes sure to score a single suite.  he socializes, sure, but he always ends up back and neil and andrew’s side.  they’re the only two he knows of- because he isn’t there to make friends, that has zero interest in the parties.  and neil is the only one he knows who refuses to drink until after all of their games are over.

it’s safe to say it’s the hardest three weeks he’s had to endure.  going from the excitement of playing to almost shutting himself back into his or neil’s room so he’s not surrounded by alcohol.  it’s suffocating.

but calls with dalton help, and he doesn’t know if someone suggests it, but he gets calls from a lot of the foxes often as well to keep him busy.  it keeps him sane.

the closing ceremonies are supposed to be the biggest party and celebration of the whole time, which is why he sneaks dalton in.  he doesn’t think he’ll be able to at first, but apparently he’s still a big deal at the olympics among all of the other athletes, so he’s got some pull.

he drapes his gold medal around dalton’s neck before kissing him.  “longest three weeks of my life.”  he mumbles.

kevin snorts.  “yeah, you’re telling me.”

the next morning, the us court moves out of the olympic village.  it’s a draining day filled with interviews and press work, but eventually they’re free to leave.

the majority of the team goes home to the states.  these three meet up with their family in london for the rest of the day.

as in, the foxes.

they’d all flown out, including wymack, abby, betsy, and even dalton’s family, and had been staying in hotel suites almost right outside the main stadium.  (yes this includes katelyn, nicky and erik).  they all go out to dinner somewhere where andrew, of all people, had basically rented out the whole restaurant.  kevin posts a series of pictures from the games and up on the winning podium, and then one last one with dalton wearing his medal.

the next morning is when they finally go home.  kevin and dalton pick up and drop off lilly from her dog-sitter and drop her off with renee before leaving again right after.  this time they fly to colorado.

were they just in london for 2-3  weeks?  yes, but it was a hectic 2-3 weeks for everyone.  they need a breather.

plus, they don’t have work yet.  it’s still summer.

they sleep the whole day they get there, still jet lagged, and kevin wraps himself around dalton in their bed.  they rented a small cabin on the lake.

and then he’s up early the next day, because he’s stressed.  he let’s dalton sleep, and after having some ~fun~ after he wakes up, kevin can barely bring himself to pull his lips away.  but kevin has plans.

“you wanna get dressed?  i have plans.”

when dalton goes to the bathroom kevin checks the side table for the third time that morning.

and when they get in the rental car, he’s subtly checks his pocket three times by the time they get there.

they go to a lake that dalton can’t remember the name of, but the views are so immaculate that he doesn’t really care.  or even remember to care.  the mountains are practically surrounding them and he thinks that colorado will always be the most beautiful place he sees.

they walk along the lake, there’s another young couple trailing along nearby.  the girl has a camera.  should he have gotten a photographer?

he brushes it off.  they stop at one point and sit on the edge of a rock with their feet hanging off.  the water isn’t that far, maybe five feet below them.

dalton rests his head down on kevin’s shoulder.  “i’m so proud of you.  i don’t know if i’ve said it yet.”

god, he loves this man. kevin kisses the side of dalton’s head.  they sit there for an hour, sometimes talking, sometimes not.  and when they get up, kevin holds dalton’s face.  “hey, i love you.”

dalton smiles.  he kisses him.  “i love you, k.”

kevin kisses him again.  “thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me.” he should have practiced.  “and- i mean, everything.  you’ve always just… accepted me, for who i am, and loved me for who i am.  you make me the best version of myself, and the happiest.  i- you’re the reason i know how to love and i don’t care how hallmark that is.”  his thumb taps dalton’s lip.  dalton takes one of kevin’s hands in his and kisses his knuckles.  he hasn’t caught on yet.  “when i told you about every dark corner of my life you stayed.  and not only that but you helped me get better, and get over a shit ton of obstacles.  i don’t know how to thank you for it, even now.”

“don’t have to thank me,” he whispers.

kevin smiles.  “i know, but i want to.”  he pauses.  “remember when i didn’t understand why you wanted to stay, after i told you everything?”  dalton nods with a slight frown.  “and you said, i want you as long as you’ll have me.”

dalton starts to smile, as if he’s catching on to what might happen.

kevin reaches with one hand into his pocket.  “i want you for the rest of my life, d,”  he whispers, and dalton’s eyes are tearing up as he pulls the ring box from his pocket and lowers down to one knee.  “will you marry me?”

and dalton lets out a cry, a happy one, “that’s a ring, kevin day,” he whispers, and nods.  “yes.  yes, come here.”  he leans down and kisses kevin, “of course i’ll marry you.” and he pulls kevin to stand so that he can hug him.

kevin laughs, relieved and happy.  he wipes away the little tears on dalton’s cheeks and kisses him.  dalton’s hand is shaking as he slides the ring on.  people are cheering.

wait, what?

kevin turns, arm around dalton’s waist, and there are three people cheering from canoes.  one of them is standing, whistling.  “yeah, kevin day!  that’s our olympian!”

dalton’s laughing, grinning at kevin, who’s smiling so hard it hurts.  he turns kevin’s head to kiss him.  “that’s my olympian.”

and after a few minutes of just standing in pure bliss, the girl with the camera approaches them.  “i hope you don’t mind, i happened to get some pictures of the proposal, if you want i could email them to you?  and i-i can take some engagement pictures of you guys real quick?  if you wanted?”  kevin can tell she’s a fan, but he uses it to their advantage because he can tell dalton wants to say yes.

the rest of the day, all dalton can do is stare at his ring, at kevin, and at the pictures.  when they’re lying in bed, bare and sheets pulled up just past their waists, dalton has his arm around kevin who’s lying on his chest.  his left hand is outstretched, and he’s got love in his eyes.  “i can’t believe you just did that,” he says.

kevin, eyes closed, hums.  “it was the scariest thing i’ve done in years,” he mumbles.

“you literally just competed in the olympics.”

“i’m well aware.  do you not want to be more important?”

dalton grins, wiggling his fingers.  it’ll be a miracle if kevin can get him to not look at the ring for longer than five minutes.  “no, no, i’ll accept it.”

“good.”  kevin picks up his head so he can press a kiss to dalton’s chin.

[mrsmaybankhere]

Lose yourself

this is the fic i was talking about and i’m quite proud of it, soo i hope you liked it as much as i do!!

i was literally crying the whole time so i’m sorry for any mistakes. it’s also huuge, over 3.5 k words so be ready for it💞

enjoy and let me know what you guys think!! love you a lot xx

Televisions didn't announced any storm coming to OBX, but as you drive your Jeep to The Cut you can clearly see clouds begin to form on the now clear blue sky. The heat was barely supportable in the last few days, but a storm or another hurricane is never a good thing. You bite on your lower lip, thinking at your friends who got lost on the ocean and are now declared dead. Today are three months since then and apparently, today is gonna be another storm. But things changed since that day.

Oh God, how much did they change...

You stop the car engine and after you jump out from the car, you take with you the few food purchases you made on your way there. You already know that the boys are out of beer and anything edible. Beside these stupid mushrooms they took a few days ago and tripped on them for almost eight hours.

You push the door of the Chateau using one arm, holding the bags with the other one and the door finally open after a few tries. There was some trash blocking it and you gulp, trying to hide your disappointment as Pope welcomes you in.

"Oy, JJ! [Y/N] is here!"He screams at your boyfriend and you nod, handing him the bags as you follow him into the kitchen. JJ murmured something you didn't understand and a few curse words. You decide to take care of this first.

"What's up?" You casually ask him and you take a look around the kitchen as you place the food and the beer into the initially very empty fridge. Damn, how did they live here?

"Not too much. JJ is rolling a blunt if you're asking."

"You look stoned." You say as you rise your eyebrow, Pope shifting uncomfortable on the kitchen old and stained countertop.

"Well maybe because I just smoked, mom?" He makes it seem like a question and you pull your lips in a line, trying to cover your sigh.

You begin to clean the kitchen, throwing every piece of trash into a big plastic bag with Pope's eyes following every step you make. He's walking on eggshells around you, wondering how much time will take you to finally explode. He expected you to do it quite sooner, but you were nothing but calm and soft towards them. Especially J.

"Kie answered." You hear his voice, now quite raspy and you turn around to look at him. He can see the sparkles of hope in your eyes and he hates to broke it for you.

"What did she said?"

"That she can't see us like she used to. And that her parents are right with whatever shits they said to her about us. That she w-..."

"I think I get it." You feel a pain in your chest at the memories of Kie being here. Of John B and Sarah being alive and you laughing and partying together. Actually being a family. Pope just nods his head, his pain bigger than yours. He didn't just lost three friends, he also lost his girlfriend. Probably his parents too.

"When was the last time you went home? Your mother is worried sick."

Pope's mother called you last night, crying and imploring you to try and talk with him. JJ moved his ass here, leaving his abusive old man and it was for the better, but Pope's parents are good people and they don't deserve all this pain. None of you did deserve it, but you all have it on your shoulders anyway.

"Can't remember." He mutters, avoiding your glare. "Last weekend I think."

"Eight days, Pope? Really?" You rising your voice a little bit, feeling like a mother and that's what exactly you were for them these three horrible months. And that's what Pope wanted so bad to avoid: your disappointed face. "Go home right now or I will kick your ass out. You have ten minutes." You demand with a stern voice and face as you walk out of the kitchen, cleaning the living room and the porch as well. John B's room remained untouched and JJ locked it with a key that he hide it God knows where. "For when he gets back" he said that day and you had a horrible feeling of deja vu.

Now you are sure that a storm is coming as full grey clouds are covering the sky and you even catched a few lightnings. By the time you were down with the cleaning, Pope walks on the porch with a backpack on his shoulder and JJ following right behind him. He's only wearing jeans, his hair a mess and his shark necklace always at his neck.

"What do you mean you leaving? I just rolled the perfect...Trust me, the perfect blunt."

You thought that you get used to something after seeing it for a thousand times, but you didn't get used to the new JJ. The heartbroken and devastated, always wasted JJ. The past three months were a hell for him and he made it even worse for you. You had to adjust to your own grief and you also had his pain on your back, carrying it with you every moment of the day and night. In the first month you couldn't sleep or eat at all as your only concern was JJ. You were scared that he may be doing something stupid or reckless and for most of the times he was. Starting fights for nothing and beating the shit out of everyone who dared to bother him. At first you also thought that Pope was gonna help you, but you were so naive. You were so blind that you didn't saw how Pope changed too, copying JJ's mechanism to numb out the pain: drugs and alcohol. But beside JJ, Pope isn't lying himself that everything is alright. Or that they will come back eventually.

"Baby! Didn't see you there. What are you doin'?" He knews that you were there, but he was too drunk and high to remember it. His arm loosely grabs your shoulders, pulling you to his side for a sloppy kiss. You can't hide your little smile because when you two kiss, you feel like your JJ is still there and times are happy again. And then when he pulls from your kiss, you have to face the cruel reality again.

"I was cleaning. The Chateau never looked this dirty before." You didn't realize it, but JJ's face fell at your words. You watch him walking away from you barefoot on the porch's floor, leaning against the supporting pillars. He turns with his back at you and Pope, lighting up the blunt and also speaking. You can see how tense his back is.

"We don't mind. We are living here..." He points a finger to Pope and himself. "Not you, [Y/N]. So you can't have a opinion."

"Pope is not living here."

"I have to head home, JJ. A storm is coming..." Pope pleads, trying to get a approbation from the blond guy.

"Yea, sure. Just go home before the rain star-..."

"Shut up, JJ." You snap at him, giving a hug to Pope before he slowly nods towards JJ who just ignored it. His bloodshot piercing blue eyes are on you, angry at you. You kept your calm for so long and for two months you were nothing but a sweet loving girlfriend to him, always down for sex, parties and even robbery. But your patience reached her limit and since then, you and JJ fight every night. And tonight isn't different.

"What's your problem?" He asks as quickly as you two remained alone.

"I think you know very well since I've told you many times now, but I'm gonna repeat myself: you are my problem, JJ. I'm tired."

You don't think that he's listening to you. He is puffing the blunt, watching outside from the door. The rain finally starts and the weather also get a little cold because of the wind.

"Come on, let's get inside." You speak and you open the door, entering into the living room, JJ following you with a growl and still smoking.

"Can't you just leave me alone for once?"

For three months he had talked to you like this. He was the old JJ only when he was inside of you or you were giving him head. You still be crying yourself to sleep every night because of this, of how powerless you are in this situation. All you can do is sit there and watch him falling apart.

But you had enough of it.

"JJ." You call his name and he turns around to look at you, you quickly grab the blunt from his hand and you throw it on the window. At least you have his attention now. But he's furious.

"What the fuck are you doing? Aren't you tired of all this fighting every damn night? Cause I am." His voice his loud and harsh, sending daggers right into your already broken heart. "You know, I left my father for a reason, [Y/N]."

"Don't...Don't you fucking say that to me! I actually give a fuck about your wasted ass!"

Well, this turned out good. Wonderful.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you acting like you are better than me? Like you are my damn mom or something."

You just wanted a calm conversation, but this is quickly turning into the same screaming match you always have. Both of you throwing the same heavy words, ending up with you crying, but still staying the night in the couch just to make sure he's okay during the night. That's how much of a pathetic you are.

"JJ, please hear me out. Let me talk. I don't wanna fight anymo-..."

"I can see that." He speaks sarcastically and you groan, still trying to keep your calm.

"JJ, look at me..." You cup his face to force him into looking right into your tired but still loving eyes. Even right now you are heartbroken for him, not for you. You gasp with tears already falling on your cheeks, knowing that what you're about to say will broke him down but you're hoping that he will wake up and finally see it for himself. "It's been three months, baby. John B is not coming back."

You can't describe what you saw inside of his eyes; something you never saw before, not in this way. The rage that's fulling his eyes is overwhelming for you and for your thin body as he grabs your shoulders, his fingers dagging into your skin as he's shacking you.

"Watch your mouth, [Y/N]. I'll say this once...And you better get it in your damn little head. Behave or leave for good."

You gulp down the words you had in your mouth, just letting him talk shit to you when you don't deserve any of it. You became his punching bag.

"You know what? Leave. I wanna be alone."

"I-I don't..." You can't talk as you feel anxiety taking control over your mind and body. Yeah, you are tired of this situation, but leaving him for good never was an option for you.

"Leave. I don't want you here. Can't you see that?"

You bite on your lower lip as you can feel how your stupid heart is ripped right from your chest, parts of it shattering your insides. You are still standing on your legs, but inside you feel like you are on your knees, screaming to make this stop. The pain is unbounded.

He turns with his back at you to grab a beer from the fridge; his hands are shacking while he tries to open it and he mutters a "fuck" under his heavy breath. When you finally find your voice again, you speak with a lower voice than what you expected.

"No. I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving you."

His back is tensed and jawline and fists clenched at the sound of your weak voice. You watch his back, not knowing what to expect from him, but you decide to keep talking. You can't make it worse than this.

Or...?

"You are the one who's always there for the ones he care about. I don't know about the others, but for me, JJ...You are my shoulder to cry on, my-...My lifebuoy. I wouldn't be here today if you weren't."

Your crying is uncontrollably at this point, making it really hard to breath properly as you feel like you're drowning in your words. You cover your mouth with your hand, a scream wanting so bad to leave your sore throat.

"So if you want to treat me like shit...If you want to get it all out on me, do it. I will let you, if that makes you feel better. If hurting me makes you feel better...I will let you, Jay. But-...But that won't bring John B and Sarah back. Nothing will bring them back, baby..."

Your voice just crack while speaking and you gulp down, biting your tongue so hard that you can feel the taste of blood in your mouth. JJ slowly turns around to look at you and your heart takes another punch as the sigh of him crying, sobbing uncontrollably with a painful smile on his lips.

"You think I don't know that, [Y/N]? Fuck...I know it, but-...But it hurts so bad. I can't help it."

"Baby..." You slowly whimper and you spreads your arms around his shacking body. His head quickly finds comfort in your neck, his tears wetting your skin as yours are wetting his hair. You let your face in his hair as you slowly fall down at the floor with his arms tight around your waist.

"I-I just can't really believe it...I'm still waiting for him to come back. But I know he won't-...They will never come back."

Fighting with JJ was horrible, but him crying like this and falling apart in your arms is something else. This is your nightmare coming out alive, destroying you bad and permanently. You didn't say anything else, you can't find words that are enough in this situation, so you stand there on the floor, his body all over yours as you run your fingers through his now damp hair, over his back, arms and face, wipping the tears away. He keep muttering things, pouring his whole heart out, but you feel like he is more talking to himself and not really to you.

"I just wanna do the right thing, [Y/N]..."

"I know. I will help you with that."

He raises his head from your chest, his beautiful eyes are now very red and puffy. You softly kiss them and the dark circles around them.

"Why are you still here? I was-...I was an asshole to you. I wanted you to leave me, so I can destroy myself without-....Without pulling you with me."

All this time you thought he didn't noticed things around him, but he did way too much. He was hurt when he saw Kie hanging with Kooks again, he was hurt to see Pope changing for bad, but he was totally broken to see you not giving a fuck about you, instead giving your entire everything for him. He thought you will leave sooner or later; he actually hoped you will. But you didn't. You stood there, losing weight and hair because of all the stress and sadness, spending nights crying and worrying for him when he was totally shitfaced and the next day you still managed to smile at him. You still had in you the power to smile.

"I won't give up on you, JJ. Never and I mean it." You are so sure of your words as you speak, locking your eyes with him while cupping his face, slowly tracing lines on his cheek. That calms him down a bit and he surprises you when he brings your hands to his lips, slowly kissing your wrists. Another tear left his eye because of how skinny you are, knowing that he is the reason. You always brought food, but he never saw you ate any.

"You're too good. You-...You know that, right? I don't deserve you. I'm so fucking sorry...For doing you like this."

"I don't care what you think. You will-....You have to get out of this black hole. I'm getting you out, baby."

Both of you are still crying, but you managed to calm down. JJ has helped you and you helped him. You two finally had ears to actually listen to each other and that bring a smile on your red damp faces.

"I love you with all I have in me." He speaks with his face hiding in your chest and you smile, kissing the top of his head and his forehead. You keep on placing kisses all over him as a reminder that you are there, still loving him.

"I know, trust me I know. I lo-..."

"You don't have to say it back. You proved it way more than I did." You bite on your lip and you pull his head up to make eye contact with him. He looks so sad and hurt. You wanted so bad to wrap him in your arms and keep him there forever, protecting him from the world and all the pain.

"But I want to say it back." You smile and you gently press a kiss on his lips, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. "I love you, JJ! I love you!"

"Say it again." He whimpers and you smile again, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips. You miss this so much.

"I love you!" This time he's the one kissing you, really soft at the started of it and then he pours his whole heart on your lips, right on that kiss that is meant to take your breath away.

You stood there in silence for another long moments, until you couldn't feel your legs and hands anymore, but you didn't wanted to bother him so you didn't moved at all. When you two finally find the strength to get up and face the world, JJ looks like he's thinking at something.

"I have an idea..."

You managed to sleep for three full hours and it was something beside the other days. You still have a painful migraine and JJ needs focus to keep himself straight on his legs, but when the sun wasn't even out yet, you two and Pope arrived at the docks.

"Kie answered?" J asks and you slowly wrap your arm around his waist and Pope shakes his head, a sad look on his sleepy face.

"I don't think she will." Pope says and you and JJ remain quiet, still hoping.

The three of you sit down on the old wood and nobody said anything. There is nothing to say as you are waiting for the sunrise. The cold wind feels right on your skin, still hot from all the crying before sleeping and the only sounds around are from the insects or birds. The blunt is now at Pope and you take it from his fingers, smoking a little before passing it to your boyfriend. Your anxiety is not as bad as before, but you still can't keep yourself calm.

Soon enough, the sun slowly starts coming out from the ocean, the sky colors quickly changing to a beautiful red and orange combination that you always loved. You look at JJ and Pope, your boy taking out the little braided basket in which you placed a picture of your friends, John B and Sarah. You remember that day; you were with the boat on a throuple date and they are smilling at each other, their eyes locked as they didn't know you were taking pictures.

"They were so in love..." A soft voice speaks from behind you and you all turn around, seeing Kie standing there with tears falling on her pink cheeks.

You bite your lip to keep your tears locked, but looking at the boys they are already crying, so you start crying too. Kie almost run into your arms, wrapping her arms around all of you and hugging you tight.

"I knew-...I knew you will be here." You talk while sobbing and JJ kiss your temple, his tears falling on your face.

"I'm sorry...I-I'm really sorry. I didn't know what to do...But I shouldn't-..."

Pope stops her by kissing her cheek and pulling her in for a hug, Kie hiding her wet face at his chest as JJ looks at all of you, his glare stopping on you as you smile at him and slowly nod your head, encouraging him to do it.

You see his Adam's apple gulping up and down as he slowly places the braided basket above the water, still holding it with his fingers so it wasn't taking away yet. You tap his shoulder to make sure he knows that you are here.

"I will never forget you." JJ speaks to the picture, your head falling on his shoulder as hot tears falls on your cheeks. "And I think I will always wait for you to come back. Maybe you will, but probably you won't. But it's okay...You did it in Pogue's style." His whole body his shacking away, crying and speaking with sobs, muttering curses under his breath because he can't hold it in. "I love you, brother. And sister."

He shows you that he needs you and your touch by how he lets his head on your chest, just like he did the night before and you start speaking, your fingers in his hair and you eyes locked with the picture.

"John B, you were the brother I never had. Fuck, you even were my father if I needed too. Remember when you and JJ took me to prom because you think that no one was good enough for me? You were probably right because-....Because you two are the best matches for me. My best friends. My-...My shoulders to cry on. And Sarah...You were the best Kook ever, sorry Kie." You all laugh a little through your tears. "It was impossible to not love you when you were so-...So supportive and loving. Fuck....I will miss you so bad, guys. Chateau...And we, we will never be the same without you, but we will keep you in our hearts forever. I love you, guys."

It's too much for your weak hearts to handle it, but somehow you managed to go through the little speeches you all gave to them. Sadly, to a photo of them.

You all get up as JJ lights up the photo and let the basket float above the water, the waves quickly taking him away from the dock. Pope pulls you to his side, JJ and Kiara doing the same as the four of you share a big group hug while watching the basket. It's now covered in flames, but still floats away on the ocean.

JJ looks up at the sky and he whispers.

"Come on, man. I know you are somewhere out here...Just come back."

"What?" You whisper back to him, not sure if he really said something or not.

"I didn't say anything." JJ smiles at you and pulls you to his chest. He wraps his arms around you and places his lips on your forehead, keeping them there a little longer. "You are my Angel, [Y/N]. Thank you."

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[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

K and X please 😘

Sure!!💕

Okay so the real answers for these questions are technically things from other ships/fandoms but cause I'm 99% sure this is om! related I'll answer it according to that

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

The thing is for obey me I don't have any original angsty ideas? I can't bring myself to hurt the boys or mc. Like I've actually taken parts from actual obey me canon just to prove that MC has stopped aging and won't eventually die and that the original timeline brothers no longer exist just so everyone can be happy/no one is suffering alone...

I have this vague hc that MC has days when their whole body aches and they can feel themself dying over and over again (because of that one line by the witch on the train who said you never forget dying) and some days they can't even stand to look at belphie without flinching (something that hurts him so absolutely deeply but also something he understands so he'll sleep through the rest of the day in some corner where he is sure they'll never accidentally see him) and some days they have nightmares about dying (or nightmares of the war through Lilith's eyes) and they'll spend those nights up in a corner of Lucifer's office while he works, or in their own room with Mammon who has woken up from his own nightmares, or watching anime or playing games with Levi, or reading in silence with Satan or actually talking about the war with Satan because he too only saw it second hand through Lucifer's eyes, or in the kitchen with Beel while he makes a midnight snack, they never spend these nights with Asmo who is actually asleep like a normal person or with Belphie because they think the contents of their nightmares would be too sensitive a topic to discuss with him. It's not all that angsty but it is what I have. I am writing three fics based on angst related prompts tho. And the angstiest fic/idea I've had so far would be 'Certified Idiots™'

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Again I don't really like hurting them cause it makes me sad but Mammon does hurt the prettiest.... Solmare gave us an amazing character who is so easy to hurt? He canonically cries the most/is the most sensitive out of all the brothers (something that even Lucifer mentions) and even gets upset reading Cinderella??????????? I'm just- Canon also showed us that the insults really do get to him and at least part of it has been internalized and all that gives us an amazing playground to stomp around on! Also the fact that he tries so hard to use this cool uncaring tough guy act as a shield to hide his actual emotions? It gives you something to tear down when writing a fic! He takes so much punches from the others that it's probably all just collecting and bubbling up and one day it's gonna reach a boiling point, and see the the thing is when that happens I don't think he'll get angry. I don't think he'll go apeshit and teach them all a lesson. I think he'll get sad. I think he'll breakdown and cry while still trying his damnedest to hold on to the image of 'The Great Mammon' and that shit? That shit is so fucking good. I said I don't like hurting them but I used 6000+ words writing exactly this in Certified Idiots™ and I loved every second of it :D

Lucifer would also hurt so well! His pride, his guilt from Lilith, his suffocating fear that if he doesn't keep them in control something similar will happen to one of his brothers, his need to shoulder everything on his own, his complicated feelings regarding Diavolo, the fact that MC came and softened him and now he's openly expressing he cares for Diavolo as a friend and not just as his boss only for whatever bad thing is currently happening to come and crush all that, his love for mc. All of that! There's so much potential for pain in Lucifer? The fact that he'll be too proud and think he needs to suffer in silence? All so good!

I'm not sadistic okay

Thank you for the ask I'm absolutely loving these and discovering things about myself!💖😂

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #516: Vengeance (The Owl House)

Once he heard the news about what had happened to Eda, King's mix of emotions had already came to effect. On the one hand, he was sad and heartbroken that his caretaker and close friend was taken from him, Luz, and Hooty. But on the other hand, he enraged and livid that Lilith, Eda's distant sister, was responsible for not only taking her away from them, but also for giving her that blasted curse in the first place.

A few hours later, on a rather stormy night, the little demon was too upset to go sleep. So while still having that anger left inside him, King got out of Luz's sleeping bag, walk out of the room, and took it upon himself to do the one thing he knows how to do in moments like this......Take vengeance....on the woman who made Luz cried earlier.....the woman who took one of his only friends away from him.....the woman who has the audacity to call herself her sister.....Right now....in his mind......That woman....... Lilith.......is going to pay dearly for all the trouble she caused......And no one's gonna stop him.......

Living Room......

Hooty: Hi there, King! Where you going in this kind of hour?

King: I'm just...... Going out for a walk right now.

Hooty: You sure you wanna do that now? It kind of raining like crazy outside.

King: Yeah...... I'm already aware......

Hooty: Okay, little fella. What seems to be the problem?

King: Wha- What makes you think something's wrong?

Hooty: You're about to go out on a rainy night while looking gloom. Pretty easy to tell if you ask me.

King: ('Sigh') Alright. Fine. So maybe I do have a good reason on why going out this late.....

Hooty: (A bit Confused) Really? So you're not just going out for a walk? In a storm?

King: No...... I'm.......(Turns to Hooty with a Rare Serious Look on his Face) I'm going to find that woman Lilith and take vengeance on her.

Hooty: Wait........(Eyes Widened in Surprised) You're going to WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

King: (Place his Hand onto Hooty's Beak) Will you quiet down already! Luz is still asleep!

Hooty: Mmmmm.

King: ('Sigh') But anyways..... (Took his Hand Off of Hooty's Beak) Yeah..... It's true. I'm gonna go save Eda, take her back home. But first.......(Glares Down at the Floor) I'm gonna find Lilith and make her pay for everything she done......

Hooty: B-B-B-But you can't just go out there by yourself! What if you get hurt?! O-Or worse!

King: Relax, Hoots. I know what I'm doing.

Hooty: (Already Panicking) You sure about that, chief?! What's your plan in all of this if things go south quick?!

King: ('Psh') I have plans. I..... can't really think of one right now, B-But I'll think of something!

Hooty: Alright, Mr. Casanova! Answer me this! What would Luz would say when her 'Little Cutie Pie' gone missing?!

King: I would- ('Sigh') Look, I'm not entirely sure how long journey is going to be on this. But.....if Luz ask where I was, just her that-

???: Tell me what, King?

The duo immediately turns around and sees Luz worryingly stares down at King.

King: Ah! I uhh...Luz! Buddy ole pal! (Chuckles Awkwardly) What a surprise.....

Luz: King..... What's going on? W-Why weren't you in bed with me?

King: W-Well, you see, I-

Hooty: He's going out for vengeance!!!

Luz: (Eyes Widened in Shock) What?!

King: D-Don't listen to him! Hooty never knows what he's-

Hooty: You heard me right, girlie! Little Cutie Pie over here is thinking about going out and getting vengeance on Lilith all by himself!! And leaving you in the process!! He's on a Vengeance Hunt I tell ya! VENGEANCE HUNT!!!!!

'Silence'

King: ................(Slowly Turns to Hooty with a Straight Look on his Face) This....is the last time I tell you anything, Hooty......

Luz: (Crossed her Arms) King, is what Hooty saying right now is true?

King: ..........L-Like I said.....(Chuckles Awkwardly) Hooty doesn't really know what he's talking about any-

Luz: King..........Be honest with me. Please......

King: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay, fine! You got me! He's right! I am going out for vengeance! And it's all towards that woman, Lilith!! She's gonna pay for everything she done once I find her!!

Luz: (Almost Speechless) K-King, I.... I'm sorry, but.......I-I can't let you do this. It's too dangerous.....

King: (Slowly Begins to Grit his Teeth in Anger) Why?! Why the heck are you holding me back on this, Luz?! Did you forget what she did?! She took Eda away from us, made you cry, and all while cursing her own sister this entire time!!! Aren't you upset about this already?! That woman literally caused us nothing but trouble since day freaking one and you're just gonna stand there and tell me that you're NOT ticked off at this-

Luz: THAT ENOUGH, KING!!!

'Thunderstorm Crash'

King: (Taken Back By Luz's Outburst) L-Luz, I-

Luz: NO! (Anger is Already in her Eyes) You listen to me, young man! I don't know who do you think you are, but if you think for even a second that I'm just gonna let you go out there and get yourself killed, then you have another thing coming cause you are NOT leaving this house!

King: But Luz-

Luz: But nothing, King! I just can't believe how reckless you're being right now! And do you honestly think I'm not upset about all this too?! About how Eda's own sister cursed her since their childhood and took her away from us?!....(Tears Starting to Fall Down on her Face) ('Sniff') About how I didn't do anything to help and let her get away with everything that happened?! If that's really what you think, then words cannot express how wrong you are, King! Because I am upset! I AM BEYOND UPSET!!!

King: (Eyes Widened and Speechless at Every Luz is Telling Him) ..........................

Luz: ('Sniff') B-But do you wanna know what's hurting me the most right now, King? ('Sniff') Is that you, of all people, is trying to go out there by yourself, not even caring about God knows what is going to hurt you out there, and all while leaving me here alone in the process! ('Sniff') If losing Eda wasn't already bad enough......I don't wanna lose you too!! (Finally Begins to Burst Out Crying)

King: (Immediately Starts Feeling Terrible) H-Hey.....Luz, come on.....(Makes His Way to Luz) D-Don't cry...... Please.....

Luz: (Still in Tears) I-I can't help it, King......('Sniff') I-It's like you're trying to leave me.....

King: I'm not going to leave you here, Luz! (Tears Starting to Fall Down From his Eyes) Not now or ever, I promise! I'm.....('Sniff') I'm really worried about Eda right now that I just......('Sniff') I don't even know what to do anymore! (Begins to Cry Softly) I'm sorry, Luz.....I didn't mean to hurt you like this. Please don't hate meeee........

Luz: ('Gasps') Dios Mio, King......(Picks King up and Hugs Him Lovingly) How could you say something like that? ('Sniff') I could never hate you. Never EVER!! You're practically my baby....('Sniff') I love you so much.....

King: ('Sniff') I-I-I l-love you so much too, Luz.....('Sniff') I.....I missed Eda so mucccch!

Luz: ('Sniff') I know you do, cariño... I missed her too......('Sniff') And I promise you that we are going to do whatever we can to find her and get her home back safe. W-We'll have Willow, Gus, and even Amity to help out too. ('Sniff') And don't worry about Lilith for now.....We WILL stop her......('Sniff') Just not like this.....('Sniff') Okay?

King: Yeah.....('Sniff') Okay....('Sniff') I love the plan already.....('Sniff') I really sorry, Luz.....

Luz: (Smiles Sadly While Holding King in her Arms) ('Sniff') It's okay....('Sniff') I'm just so glad I was able to stop you before it was too late.....('Sniff') I love you so much, King, I don't want you to get hurt out here.

King: I know.....('Sniff') Wait. Didn't you already told me you love me already?

Luz: (Giggles Softly) Yeah, but.....('Sniff') I couldn't help myself......('Sniff') Sorry about that.....

King: (Rapidly Shakes his Head) No! Don't be! I like it when you tell me that! C-Cause I love you too!

Luz: (Heart Begins to Melt) You're a real sweetheart, you know that?

King: You think so?

Luz: I know so, King. (Kiss the top of King's Forehead) You made me proud everyday.

King: (Giggles a Little) I do my best..... You're gonna be okay?

Luz: I think so..... I'm still sad about Eda and everything, but.....I can't let it get to me too much. We're gonna do whatever it takes to save her. The right way.

King: Yeah!.......But uh.... ('Yawns') You think we can go back to sleep now. Already tired.

Luz: Yeah.

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[ssecretssanta]

@h-isforhome bro !! this is the last one !! holy shit !! :’)

MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVE !! ✨🥰🎄 I seriously can’t believe it’s already Christmas ! (time isn’t real and no one can convince me otherwise lmao)

I read your message this morning and it literally made me tear up and I couldn’t stop smiling wow I can’t believe secret santa soul mates exist and we found each other :’) like wow can you believe that you’re also the sweetest and funniest person ever?? (my whole heart literally went like 😳💖🥺😍 when you called me babe wOw I’m a sucker for terms of endearment)

I’m a Pro at pretending that deadlines don’t exist and haha my room is already becoming a mess again bc I didn’t fold my laundry and now I have the Christmas Mess to deal with, but it’s definitely a mood booster to have a clean environment !

yeah I’m so excited for normal hours again and it’s not too bad working everyday cause the shifts are shorter ! your job sounds so fun ! I’m glad the scheduling is so flexible, that’s super nice ! I literally Could Not wake up that early lmao my sister and dad worked the early morning shift at Target for a while and I literally have No Idea how they did it ajsjakla I’d simply Die instead

me and my sister used to share a room and it was a Disaster lmao ! I put Christmas lights up all around my room and I just so happened to have a strand of rainbow lights and ofc I had to put them up around my closet for that Sweet Symbolism and I’m honestly gonna get a kick out of it when I come out to my family and point out how many hints I’ve been dropping lmao

(ALSJAKAL that family simply does not have rights !! who puts up more decorations RIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS??)

babe it’s mutual I guess bc you have my heart too :’) I would serenade you with some one direction songs but I simply cannot sing so I’ll have to learn the fingerstyle playing instead oR ACTUALLY I’ll play the kazoo instead of singing lmao (ukulele kazoo nonsense rights)

haha I’ve thought about watching hsmtmts but I just can’t get over how Ridiculous and Long the title is??? Like what was the Point of calling it High School Musical The Musical The Series when you could have just shortened it?? I’ve heard great things about Atypical but I haven’t watched it yet !

(literally wtf. some people just get to like See things?? without paying for it?? W A C K)

ANSBAKAL that’s so unfortunate !! (but also kind of funny ngl sorry for laughing but the image of that happening to anyone is kinda hilarious) I’m a queen of awkward situations and I’ve learned to just let myself feel Mortified for a minute and the just Repress It so I can function lmao (and then it comes back when I’m laying in bed and I can relive it and overthink my entire existence oop)

literally imagine just,,, not writing an entire essay every time we communicate?? couldn’t be me 🤷‍♀️

oh boy I Felt That. Family really is the only consistency in life, for better or for worse I guess lmao. and for real, my parents have gotten so chill and it’s nice but also frustrating bc my bro gets away with literally everything

it should be Illegal for younger siblings to be taller than older siblings tbh, it’s just not fair to disrupt the power balance like that

lmao you calling me smart made me laugh but thank you ! I live for a bit of chaos but I definitely also love the thought of having a more chill vacation so I can actually enjoy myself lmao

(that’s wack to think about)

if something ends bad I’ll literally make my own ending for it bc Nope No Thank You. fix it fanfics are truly the greatest blessing on this earth lmao. (I’m most definitely still a loser but like a Chill loser so it’s okay haha)

gay domesticity and yearning is what I live for. there’s no other point to life than to find a fellow gay to be domestic with and yearn for. (I literally had to put the book down and yell silently for a solid five minutes when I realized what he was doing lmao I was a Wreck) this is the fic !! (I haven’t read it in a While so I don’t remember much of it oof) and I want to buy trc so bad but I just have the mobile versions rn ! finding the Energy is really the biggest struggle in life

bro you’ll be able to flex so hard, just think of all that cash and like, Status. I’m already proud of you :’)

sleep deprivation and being gay are my only cultures lmao

askaklsjaka wHaT eVen?? I can’t imagine wanting to have a baby on my own birthday lmao !!

tøp is great !! I was really Into them for a long time and I still love their music but I’m not as involved in the fandom anymore haha (but !! Tyler and Jenna are having a baby !! i legit tested up when I saw them post about it on Instagram !!) your sister is Valid bc Alec Benjamin is a sweetheart and his concert was Amazing !! pit sounds like a nightmare sometimes but I want to experience it at least once in my life lmao.

I’m hoping it’ll be a fun summer bc I need some good after finishing highs school and before moving on to college lmao !

I would also love to go to Europe ! I really want to go to New Zealand, Japan, and anywhere in Europe really haha

teleportation would be So Nice like wow imagine not having to Walk. I’d personally like to be able to stop time because then I might actually be able to get Things Done for once (and sleep !! Imagine all of the sleep !!)

I’m,,, gonna cry holy shit. This is it. Time has flown this month and reading your tags is making me realize just how lucky I got to get you for this whole thing ! you’re literally The Best and I’m so glad I’ve been able to get to know you through all of these long ass messages (long is definitely our thing and i can’t imagine a better way to have done it) 🥺💕 ily !! can’t wait to be able to dm and talk more regularly !! (I feel like all our chats will end up being novel length anyways lmao that’s just the way we are I think)

merry chrismas again !! sending you all the love and good vibes !! 💕✨💞💖

with all the love,

kate @lightsupbabes (your not-so-secret-anymore santa 🎅) 

[erlenmeyertrash]

ramble about collegiate tips!!!

COLLEGIATE TIPS you get me <3

tips for college... but make it Quarantine: (sidenote these have only been tried by my able-bodied neurotypical self so. this isn’t psychiatric advice)

bored? go on a walk. go physically outside. open a window and take several laps around the house if that can’t happen. do some sit-ups. do some yoga. stretch!! your neck and back and joints!! wash your face. brush your teeth again. lie on your stomach and doodle on paper like you’re 5

can’t focus during a lecture? stand up at your desk. sit on the floor in a patch of sunlight. Change The Surroundings. text your friends (or lmao make a tumblr post) saying i am going to pay attention to this lecture and tell you what i learned afterwards. make it a challenge.

running out of food? can’t find the energy to Make a Meal? peanut butter and honey in a bowl. that’s it. or just a spoonful of peanut butter. also stay hydrated blease

freaking out about grades? life? the future? send an email. email your TA. email your prof. email your advisor. email the counseling center. email your parents. email your pen pal from 2011. i will literally help you draft this email i kid you not.

parents/siblings/roommates making it hard to focus but you hate conflict? slam the door before lecture. write a note and put it on your door. complain about having to listen to a professor via Zoom for hours on end. use headphones. steal headphones. try and explain that the education system has refused to slow down and you need to be able to focus. email the prof and ask for lecture recordings because your home life is super loud/not accommodating.

lonely? schedule discord dates!! zoom dates!! facetime dates!! do a screenshare and host a virtual movie night. heck just call someone for the h e c k of it (and to end it you can just say “well i’ll let you go/i just wanted to check in” so you’re not stuck). social interaction is a Weird Thing rn but it’s boosted my mood to interact with friends so far in any capacity

feel like you’re falling behind? these are unprecedented circumstances. your brain is running on low-power-mode with half the thrusters devoted to a mild fight or flight response. we don’t know how to react to this, and that’s okay! i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. take this one day at a time. NOBODY is out here absolutely flourishing all of a sudden.

disappointed about not physically graduating or getting a ceremony? ...yeah. me too. and it’s okay to feel like crap about it. don’t put yourself down because others might have it worse. be proud of yourself!! this is a huge accomplishment.

when’s the last time you ate a vegetable? yeah, that’s what i thought. go eat a vegetable- and a GOOD one, too, not something that’s 90% water.

okay now for wild-type collegiate:

...it’s. it’s gonna be overwhelming. it’s a lot! you will learn as much about yourself as you do about whatever you decide to study. but here are some tips that i may or may not have already said a thousand times:

drink. water. get a water bottle. get 800 redbubble stickers and slap them on the bottle. now take it everywhere.

make friends with your advisors early on. they’re the ones to write to when you need to get forced into a class your senior year. if you come in for easy questions, are nice, etc. they’ll be much more amiable and willing to help you out.

try to introduce yourself to the prof and/or TA on the first day/week. if nothing else, you’ll be more comfortable if you ever have to panic email them later on

turning in late work is ALWAYS better than no work at all.

i have to sit within the first three rows or i’m a lost cause, so find where you’re the least distracted (likely the first 1-3 rows) and sit there forever

learn how to cut through buildings to shave like 5 minutes and countless weather mishaps off your commute time

know!! your sleep and productivity schedules. try to stick to them. i am physically incapable of being alive for an 8 am, and i’m most productive around sunset, so i love to stick classes between 9:30 and 3:00 with a break in between and calmly let myself eat and de-stress from mid-afternoon until early evening. there are people who can schedule all their classes from 8-10 and be productive all day and i am not one of them. college is the first time you get to plan your schedule, and perhaps will be the only time you can schedule your day to begin at 12:30 in the afternoon, so use that to your advantage

USE AND STICK WITH SOME FORM OF ORGANIZATIONAL SYSTEM. any kind of calendar i swear. it’ll save your life

download and save your syllabi!!!! this is a tip that i really hadn’t heard until i was already in grad school, but this can definitely help when you’re looking at course equivalencies or to talk about work/educational experience. if you haven’t no sweat, just start now

try to make at least mild acquaintances/contacts in each class, especially those major-related- this is just for missed classwork or “what the heck is question 3 even asking me?!” stuff. also make as many friends as you can comfortably handle. don’t overwork yourself socially because you think everyone has to be a social butterfly in college

college isn’t for everyone. your major might not be right for you. your college situation (out-of-state, living on campus, taking 21 hours a semester) might not be right for you. don’t give yourself crap if it is! figure out what you can study and/or work with without burning yourself out, and run full-speed ahead at it. it’s rough to find the balance between “idk i just think this is neat” and “i will spend the next 4+ years studying This and then the rest of my foreseeable future Doing This” but if you miscalculated the first time, just try again.

you will, at some point in college, be rejected from something. or be scared of getting rejected. or get a really, really harsh criticism from someone you admire. do it. don’t back down. rejections are important!! they are learning experiences academically and emotionally. they help you improve and they help you learn how to be rejected. if you graduate college and have Never been rejected from anything in your entire life, the world has set you up for a potential failure when you are completely caught off-guard the first time it happens and you’re well into your late 20s. this is coming from someone who teared up in a therapist’s office at the mere THOUGHT of being rejected from grad school. it’s literally more okay to cry on a college campus than anywhere else in the world

if you can, take a class Outside your major. i’m taking “Dystopian Writers” rn as a genetics major and it’s so neat to hear people discuss stuff i never would have thought about or experienced otherwise.

if you’ve got specific educational/collegiate questions throw em at me- i tried to make this general. however. hope this hELPS

[talesfromthesnogbox]

Big (Trash) Mouth

Summary: Richie Tozier is an already overall awkward human being, the absolute last thing he needed was an untimely visit from Maury, his hormone monster.The Big Mouth x It (2017) crossover I apparently needed but couldn't find.

Word Count: 4164

Notes: Soooooo yeah, I posted something on tumblr a little while ago about how I needed this crossover and nobody took the bait so I took it myself. I've never written for It or for Big Mouth, so I'm sure this is all wildly out of character, but whatever, it sparked joy. It was... interesting attempting to write this and not say a lot of the things I knew Richie would say, but I didn't want to go there being in my mid 20's and writing 15 year olds. So yeah. Enjoy? 

P.S. I totally headcanon Maggie and Went Tozier to be EXACTLY like Mr and Mrs Birch if you’ve seen Big Mouth, so I wrote them that way.

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~~~*~~~

Big Trash Mouth

“Late bloomer”. It’s something Richie had heard his whole life.

Late to start talking, walking, late to potty train, and now…

“Bill, when the hell did you decide to grow a mustache?”

Richie rolled his eyes as his friends fawned over how masculine it made him look. Their voices all deeper, bodies filling out the way they should be. He was fourteen and still gangly as ever, the only thing that had changed with Richie was his height. He now towered over his friends, but still had the awkward squeaky voice. His cheeks were still filled with baby fat, and he walked like a newborn giraffe.

All he wished for was to grow up, like his friends were. He talked the big talk, but in reality, Richie was a scared little boy. His heart thudded in his chest when he thought about what his first kiss would be like. Sure, Bill and Bev were really the only two losers who swapped spit on the regular, but Stan had kissed a girl from camp, and Mike had been actively pursuing one of the girls in their year at school after they’d kissed at a birthday party in a round of truth or dare. Eddie always blushed and told them to fuck off whenever he was asked, which left Richie and Ben as the last two losers.

Ben was a romantic, he wanted it to be special, which Richie always fake gagged at before running his mouth about the love of his life, Mrs. K. It was easier to make a joke about it than face up to what he was really thinking about…

It wasn’t that Richie couldn’t see himself settling down one day, or having a crazy whirlwind romance. He was just young, he wasn’t thinking about it. All he wanted was to be with Eddie.

He’d deny it to anyone who asked if he had a crush on Eddie (even to himself). It wasn’t a crush, Eddie was his best friend of all the losers. He knew what they had was special, and he wanted to grow old with him… and be like, best friends forever, ya know?

Nevertheless, Richie would shake off the feeling. He’d shaken it off at twelve, and he was still shaking it off at fifteen… for a little while at least.

It was hot that night, he’d been reading one of his dad’s old Batman comics, and he realized Batman and Robin were a little close for just friends.

“Ha, totally gay.” He’d muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart beating wildly at the thought. Unlike most of his friends, he didn’t see the appeal to characters like Catwoman. She was sexy, sure, but he didn’t feel the attraction to her. But Batman…

A shiver ran through Richie, and suddenly, a rumble came from his closet. He jumped, terrified that the fucking clown might be back again.

“H-hello?” Richie whispered, praying there wouldn’t be an answer. After a moment of silence, he turned back to Batman. The story became lost on Richie, he stopped focusing on what was happening, and continued to zone in on Batman’s well-sculpted body; and then the rattling started again. “Fuck, hello? Eds, did you follow me home again?”

The closet door opened and a dark figure walked out; a big ugly monster, covered in hair revealed himself in the light. “Who the fuck is Eds?”

Richie shouted as the thing came closer. He slapped himself across the face, attempting to wake himself from whatever nightmare he was in, but he wasn’t waking up.

“What’re you doing kid? With the whole… slapping thing?”

“What the fuck are you?” Richie shouted again, adjusting his glasses and scrambling further up his bed.

“Oh, me? I’m Maury! I’m your hormone monster!”

“My what?”

“Your hormone monster! Congrats kid, you’re a man now.” Richie looked at him, confused and a little horrified of the physical monster that had manifested in front of him. “Look Rich, you’re reading a dirty magazine or some shit, your mind wandered for a bit, badda bing badda boom, here I am. So why don’t you… how did you put it… tickle your pickle and call it an evening?”

“What the fuck.”

“What, are you not looking at your dad’s Playboys?” Richie stared at the thing… Maury… in horror for a moment. “No, I’m reading a Batman comic.”

“Odd flex, but okay, I can work with that. Chicks dig a man in a spandex suit, I bet he gets so much pussy.”

 ~~~*~~~

Richie had barely slept that night. Maury kept him awake, flooding his mind with confusing thoughts and images.

“Wow Rich, you look horrible.”

“Thanks asshole, not looking too shabby yourself.” He snapped back at Stan as they reached the quarry together. He was not in the mood today.

Hanging out at the quarry today instead of the clubhouse turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The cold water woke him up instantly, and soon enough, Richie was back to being the trashmouth they all knew and loved. But shortly after jumping in, Eddie arrived.

Richie’s heart thudded, and a weak smile broke across his face as Eddie dropped his bike, waving to his friends. Then… his clothes started coming off.

“Ohhhh, shit man, I see how it is, that’s Eds.”

He jumped. “Fuck’s sake, you scared the shit outta me.” Maury had appeared out of nowhere, and it put Richie right back into his bad mood.

“Yeah man, who knew short, angry and hypochondriac would be the one to get your motor running. I thought for sure it’d be the tall, leggy redhead.”

“Shut up, Eds does not get my motor running. He’s my best friend.”

“Oh yeah? Tell that to your dick.”

“What? FUCK.” Sure enough, Richie felt the same unfamiliar stirring he’d started feeling the night before low in his belly. He sunk lower in the water, covering his shoulders, moving as far away from his friends as he could.

“Hey Richie!” Eddie yelled. “Get over here, I need a partner for chicken.”

“Oh yeah, chicken is a fave. Think about it Richie, Eddie sitting on your shoulders, it would be so easy to just turn him around and bury your face—”

“FUCK OFF MAURY. I GET IT.”

“Well you obviously don’t. That problem in your pants wasn’t a problem until he showed up.”

“Oh my god, OKAY. I’m attracted to dudes.” Richie hung his head low, his face burning.

“And…”

“And what? I said what I said.”

“Come on man, it goes deeper than that. You’ve had four other dudes in their tighty-whities feet away from you literally all afternoon and you waited till Spaghetti man showed up to pop a boner.”

Richie frowned. “Um, you’re the hormone monster, none of that was my decision apparently.”

“No, but the gay thoughts you’ve been having about Eddie were all yours.”

Before that day, Richie would have denied it until his face turned blue, but finally, he had to come clean with himself.

“Fine, fine. I’m attracted to Eddie; I have gay thoughts about my best friend. I… I l—I like Eddie.”

“Atta boy! Now go tackle him and pretend your hand slipped when you touch his butt.”

 ~~~*~~~

“Hey Richie, why were you being so weird earlier today?”

Richie spluttered. Bev had always been forward, calling him out on his bullshit, but he didn’t expect that she’d call him out on it today. The two of them had become close. Richie’s mom adored Bev, she was always welcome at the Tozier house for dinner, a sleepover, whatever she needed. He never questioned why his mom let him have a girl sleep over all the time, but now he supposed she had an inkling that he might not think about girls that way.

He leaned back against his headboard and looked straight ahead.

“I… um…”

“I thought it might be the boner you popped when you saw Eddie strip down, but you were quiet all afternoon.”

Richie felt his face pale. “You… what?”

She laughed. “Stan pointed it out, Mike begged us not to say anything after the sleepover incident.”

“Fuck, well that’s embarrassing. I feel like I’ve lost control, my hormones are like a fucking monster, always there, just waiting to attack.” Richie sounds crazy in his own ears.

“Is it weird that I understand?” Richie looks at her curiously. “Sometimes I just… I just feel so angry, I want to scream and cry, but then…” she shakes her head, “Bill comes in and just… he makes it all better. But then it’s hard to control myself there too.”

“Oooh, Bevvie, you gonna spill all the dirty deets about Big Bill?”

She giggles. “Shut up, asshole. You gonna spill the beans on why you popped a boner at the quarry?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie.” Richie’s surprised to hear it come out of his own mouth, let alone with another person in the room.

“Yeah dipshit, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Wait, what?” Maury popped up in the corner of Richie’s eye as they spoke it together. “Dude, what the fuck, how’d she find out before you did?”

“You two aren’t exactly subtle you know. We’ve been placing bets on when it would finally come out forever.”

“But… but Bev, neither of us… I didn’t even tell you I was gay. I didn’t even really admit it until very recently.” He paused. “Oh yeah, I’m gay by the way, you’re… you’re the first of the losers to know.”

She looks down at her feet, embarrassed by her own outburst. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… thank you for telling me Rich, I’m proud of you for coming out.”

“Thanks Bevvie.” He opened up as she leaned into him.

“It’s just… you and Eddie have something different, something special between you two.”

“Yeah, but… just because he likes guys too, doesn’t mean he’s into me.” Richie pouted.

Bev turns to look at him. “Richard.” She deadpans.

“What?”

“Eddie’s been flirting with you since we were fucking thirteen.”

“Um, he’s been bitching at me since we were fucking thirteen is I think what you meant to say.”

“No, flirting. He’s been pulling your metaphorical pigtails. And the shorts, he literally only wears them when you’re around because you always comment on them.”

“What? Richard, you never told me there were shorts involved.” Maury popped up. “I demand to see the shorts, take me to the shorts!”

Richie rolled his eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. Could Eddie like him back? “That still doesn’t mean anything, Bev.”

“That means everything, Rich.”

“Yeah Rich, that means everything! I think Eddie likes you man. Maybe try sticking your tongue down his throat, it’ll be like a fun little experiment to see for sure.”

He ignored Maury, still turning red at the thought.

Beverly smirked. “You’re imagining sticking your tongue down his throat, aren’t you?”

Maury raised his eyebrows. “Wow, she’s good.”

He shoved her, a smile cracking on his face. “Shut up.”

“Never.” Bev composed herself and leaned back into Richie. “I think you should tell him.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Richie shook his head. “I-I can’t. He’d never—”

“I literally just told you he’s been flirting with you for years. Spit it out Richie, it’ll feel good once you do. Plus, boyfriend.”

“No, but he’s my best friend. What if I fuck it all up and he never wants to see me again? Or worse, what if we do end up dating, and I hurt him? I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt him. I just want him to be happy.”

“He’d be a lot happier if he were with you Richie.” Beverly reached up and stroked the hair away from his forehead.

“Okay, maybe so. But maybe I’m just not ready to come all the way out yet.”

She smiled. “That’s okay too.”

~~~*~~~

Months went by, and Maury continued to torture Richie to no end. He somehow sprouted up even taller, his voice got even lower, and suddenly he was just… hairy.

Richie had grown up a lot, but not just physically.

He was still Richie Trashmouth Tozier, but in much smaller doses than he had been before. He almost stopped relying on dirty jokes and made genuinely funny remarks, he stopped trying to take the spotlight, and opened up to, and listened to his friends in return. Richie had become almost civilized.

He’d come out to his parents; they were every bit as loving and supportive as they’d always been, sometimes overly supportive.

“You know sweetheart, my friend from work has a nephew in the next town over who’s gay, maybe we should set you two up.” His mom would say.

“Richie, you should really think about cleaning up the hair on your face, at least until you can grow a proper beard. Your mother has told me scratchy kisses are unpleasant, and you don’t want some nice boy to think you give scratchy kisses.” His dad would lament.

Richie’s parents were a lot, but he was grateful that they cared.

“For god’s sake man, why did your dad cry teaching you how to shave your face?” Maury said, rolling his eyes.

“Because he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that I’m growing up and I won’t be his baby anymore.”

“Geez, that’s bleak.”

Richie and Maury’s attention was drawn to the window as he heard a gentle clink. They approached carefully, only to find Eddie at the base of his house looking up.

“Well well well, would you look at that. Just saw him this afternoon, but little Eds came back for some of that sweet Trashmouth lovin I see.” Maury waggled his eyebrows. “OH! And he wore the shorts. The SHORTS Richie!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Richie opened his window. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” He called down to Eddie.

“Really not in the fucking mood right now, Trashmouth.” He sounded broken, small. There was anger and hurt layered under his displeasure to Richie’s usual antics. “I—I don’t think I’ll be able to climb up. But…”

“Say no more Spaghetti. Come around to the front, my parents are in the kitchen, I’ll sneak you in.”

Richie raced to the front door as quickly and quietly as he could. When he saw Eddie’s broken expression, he immediately brought him in for a hug.

“I’m okay.” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t look okay.

“Come upstairs, we just have to get past Maggie and Went.”

They tiptoed into the house, but Maggie Tozier was like a bloodhound. “Richie, is that Bev with you? Oh, hi Eddie, what a nice surprise.” She smiled as she turned the corner and spotted the two boys.

Eddie smiled. “Hi Mrs. Tozier. Sorry to interrupt your evening, I won’t stay long.”

“Nonsense, stay as long as you’d like. Can I get you boys anything, a snack? Something to drink?” Maggie smiled, sensing something was wrong. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

Eddie smiled but shook his head. “It’s complicated.” He shrugged, but Maggie’s eyes were kind, encouraging him to share. “I… it’s my mom… she’s been even more overbearing since I came out to her and we got in a fight. I just needed some air. I think I should have just kept it to myself and not told her I’m gay.”

Maggie rushed over, and Went popped his head into view. “Oh honey thank you for telling me. Never feel ashamed to be who you are.” She pulled him into a hug, Went rushing over to join them. “Well if you ever need some extended time away, there’s more than enough room for you here.”

“Thanks Mrs. T.”

“Wow man, this is all pretty gay.” Maury snuck in. “Ha, get it, gay? Cause we’re like totally gay and sharing feelings ‘n shit? Yeah, that’s some good shit.”

Richie rolled his eyes at the hormone monster, and touched Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Love the whole Full House heart to heart thing that’s going on, but I think Eddie came over to take his mind off it all. Wanna go upstairs and play on the Super Nintendo?”

Eddie smiled and nodded, following the other boy into his room.

“Went, did you know Eddie was gay?” Maggie asked her husband quietly.

“I had an inkling. I think something very beautiful is happening with our son and his best friend right under our noses.”

Maggie frowned. “Just because they’re both gay—”

He shook his head. “No, no. They’ve had something special from the beginning, my sweet. I think it’s just the natural progression of their relationship.” Went kissed his wife’s cheek, and went back to their cleaning.

~~~*~~~

In the hours that had passed, Richie successfully took Eddie’s mind off his mother. The two teens laughed as they played Street Fighter, shoveling popcorn that Maggie had brought up into their smiling mouths.

It was Friday, so Eddie didn’t feel bad about drifting off in Richie’s bed shortly after they’d both collapsed in it, comic books sprawled at their feet.

Richie looked on as Eddie peacefully slept beside him. His features were soft, boyish still, but a hint of developing masculinity lay beneath the baby fat that remained. He removed his glasses and flipped off his lamp, settling into his normal sleeping position when Eddie snuggled in against his side.

Fuck.

“Oh shit, Richie, I don’t think Eddie’s asleep.” Maury once again made an appearance.

“What the fuck are you talking about, he’s totally asleep. Maury, what do I do?”

“Um… um… do you think he’d mind if you—”

“YES. Yes he would absolutely mind if I just whipped my dick out in the middle of our sleepover Maury.”

“Richie…” His head turned to the boy in his arms who was obviously very much not asleep. “I can hear you thinking. Shut the fuck up and hold me.”

“You heard the man Richard, he wants to be held, hold him!”

Richie moved hesitantly, gaining confidence as Eddie snuggled in closer to him. He could feel his friend’s breath lightly hitting his neck, getting closer and closer as he searched for that perfectly comfortable sweet spot in Richie’s arms. Eddie’s lips lightly grazed his neck, and suddenly Richie bolted upright, feeling the familiar tension stir in his gut.

“Richie?” Eddie sat up sleepily, eyes boring into the side of Richie’s face.

“Why the fuck would you move! If you would have waited a few more minutes, sweet, sweet magic could have happened!” Maury whined, dragging a hairy hand down his face.

“I—I’m sorry Eddie, I just… gotta save some lovin for your mom, am I right?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I-is it weird, being like this together now, because I’m gay?” They had indeed had sleepovers before where Richie had woken up with Eddie curled around him, but it had never bothered him until Maury showed up.

“N-no, no, that’s not it. I’m gay too, asshole.”

Eddie got up, walking towards Richie hesitantly. “Then why…” and then in the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of why. “Oh my god, classic Trashmouth. It’s like the quarry all over again. You really can’t control that thing can you?” He joked.

Richie had no witty response for him. He was silent for a moment, letting his own embarrassment wash over him. “I’m sorry Eddie.”

Eddie frowned. “For what? We’re teenage boys, that shit happens like all the time in our sleep.”

“Eddie, I… I wasn’t sleeping.”

Maury’s eyes shot open. “Richie why the fuck would you do that, he’s gonna think you’re some sort of pervert! Not that I wouldn’t love you any less if you were some sort of pervert, believe me, I could tell you stories about some of the other kids I’ve been assigned to.”

“Maury, just… just shut up, please.”

“What do you mean you weren’t sleeping? Richie, we’ve been asleep for—”

Richie shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for hours, I… I couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts of Mrs. K running through—”

“Richie please, you literally just said you were gay.” The two were silent for a moment. Eddie looked at him hesitantly and nodded. “Okay. Does this happen with—”

“No.” Richie closed his eyes and collapsed back on his bed, willing the horribly timed problem to go away. “No, Eddie, just you.” He let out a groan of frustration.

Maury stood behind Eddie, unable to read his expression. “Shit man, I think you have to tell him how you feel now.”

“I’m sorry Eds, I never meant for you to find out like this… I never meant for you to find out at all.”

“What the fuck are you going on about Richie?”

Richie sat up and looked Eddie in the eye. “Eds… Eds you don’t get it?”

Eddie spluttered. “N-not really! I have no fucking clue what you’re trying to say right now. All I can tell from this conversation is that you’re gay and still apparently fucking my mother, and you popped a boner from lying beside me. I’m not a fucking mind-reader man, I’ve got no idea what—”

Richie’s lips gently touching Eddie’s cut off his rant. The kiss only lasted a second, but it left the two teens breathless.

“O-oh.” Eddie’s eyebrows were in his hairline, and Richie couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“Holy fucking shit kid, you fucking did it.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Neither boy wanted to speak first, neither wanted to look into the other’s eyes. Richie was beyond embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d maybe lost a friend.

“Fucking hell Eddie, even your mother is more talkative in bed.” He laughed nervously, adjusting his glasses.

“Shit man, he’s not saying anything. Whip it out, whip your dick out! Stun the motherfucker into saying something!” Maury yelled and jumped about.

“Richie… we were having a moment, why the fuck would you bring my mother into this again?”

Richie’s eyes went wide. “We… we were? I kinda thought you were going to jump out my window to be honest.”

“No, no! That… that was… good! I mean, I liked it.”

“You did?”

Eddie shoved Richie lightly. “Yes, dumbass, I did. I just don’t really know how to do this whole…” He pointed between the two of them.

“This whole what?”

“You know… um… crush… thing.”

“Crush!” Maury looked between the two boys and collapsed.

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Richie pushed his hand through his hair.

“Yes asshole, why do you think I always try to partner with you in chicken? And sit beside you whenever we’re with the rest of the losers? I’ve had a crush on you for like… I dunno… like a really long time. And I kind of thought you did too. But now I’m wondering if maybe you just wanted another gay boy to I dunno, experiment with. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“No! No, Eds, me too, I feel that way too. The crush I mean.” Richie smiled and took the smaller boy’s hand in his. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sorry about…” he waved his free hand over his crotch. “I just… it’s like… uncontrollable. And like… your butt just looks really good in those shorts.”

“Beep beep trashmouth.” Eddie giggled. “I get it. I mean, I don’t, my dick isn’t trying to sabotage me, but it did at one point, and that sucked.”

Richie looked over to Maury accusingly. “Yeah, it does suck.” He shook his head and looked at Eddie. “So what do we do now?”

“Well I like you, and you like me, we could always… um I mean… you could be my boyfriend?”

Richie fake gasped. “Mamma dear!” He said in a southern belle accent. “This here boy wants to be my boyfriend!”

Maury shook his head. “Yeah man, maybe don’t do that.” But Eddie was giggling like a schoolgirl, eating Richie’s performance up. “Okay, wait, maybe you’re onto something. He likes it, keep doing it.”

Eddie shoved Richie again, knocking him down onto the bed, but tumbling after him. “Shut up asshole.”

“That’s asshole boyfriend to you, boyfriend.”

He blushed adorably. “Okay, asshole boyfriend.” Richie noticed Eddie’s gaze travelling between his eyes and his lips. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forwards, and kissed him again, this time longer, with more pressure.

Eddie’s breath hitched; it was perfect. Perfect until…

“Boys? Shouldn’t you be—oh!”

Richie pulled away from Eddie, and jolted back up again. “Mom!” He shouted. “This is why you need to knock!”

“Sorry sweetie, I’ll just… I’m gonna leave the door open a bit for you. We’re talking about this tomorrow. Goodnight boys, sleep tight! Make good choices!”

Maggie wandered back into her room, giggling as she crawled back into bed beside her husband.

“You may have been onto something with those two Wentworth.”

“See Mags, I told you. Something beautiful is happening.”

[razorblade180]

Dog days and resolutions

[Argus apartment]

Weiss:*reading on the couch, a small scar under her previous one is slightly noticeable* I got to admit, reading feels better when your hair is shoulder length.

Jaune:*polishing his gear* I’m surprised you didn’t grow it back the moment the kids got big enough to stop pulling it.

Weiss:Eh, I guess it’s grown on me. Besides, you said you like me like this.

Jaune:I like you anyway.

Weiss:*red* Shhh! I don’t need the kids hearing that.

“Mom....Dad.....?”

Weiss:*Startled* (crap) Hello S- sweety what’s wrong?

*A ten year old girl with extremely faded blonde hair and icy blue eyes stands in front of her. Her hair in a ponytail like Weiss wore it and wearing a simple white shirt tucked into a black skirt.*

Summer:*Crying* It’s Dolt; something’s wrong with him.

Jaune:*looks at Weiss*

Weiss:*staring at the floor with somber silence*.......

Jaune:*sigh* Let’s go check on him.

Weiss:Yeah.....

[Nicholas’s Room]

*A young 10 year old boy with short white hair on the side and longer on top sits on the floor with Dolt. He wears a simple white button up that’s tucked into icey blue dress pants*

Dolt:*resting his head on this lap; eyelids halfway opened*

Jaune:*Walking in* How is he?

Nicholas:He’s not eating or really doing anything. He’s just sort of...here. *petting his head* what’s wrong with him dad?

Jaune:*sits next to him* Dolt is an old dog; he’s almost 12 years old. I think.... *sigh* he’s just finally running out of steam.

Nicholas:Ohhh, can we stop it?

*Weiss and Summer in the door frame*

Jaune:.....Nicholas, you and Summer keep getting ready for school. Your mom and will deal with this.

Nicholas:*walks slowly out the room grabbing his shoes* Let’s go Summer...

Summer:Kay....*closes the door*

Weiss:*Sits next to Jaune* Should we take him to the vet again? Maybe they could-

Jaune:You know what they’re gonna say; and you know you don’t want to hear it.

Weiss:....I don’t want to say goodbye yet Jaune. I’m not.....I won’t ever be ready for it. *pets dolt* He was there the days you couldn’t be.

Jaune:I know it’s hard but...he’s hurting Weiss. That’s not a life anything should live. You know that as well as I do.

Weiss:*mulling it over* What do we tell the kids? Summer looked really upset over this.

Jaune:.....farm?

Weiss:They’re ten Jaune: also I don’t want to lie to them. It doesn’t sit well with me.

Jaune:I guess it’s settled then. *stands up* I’ll get things ready for the vet.

Weiss:Uhh Jaune, is it okay if you go alone? I don’t really want to be there when he....you know.*still petting him*

Jaune:*kisses her forehead* If that’s what you want to do. *opens the door* you explain what’s happening to the k-

*Summer and Nicholas standing there teary eyed*

Jaune:.......

Summer:He’s gonna die, isn’t he? *Wiping her eyes* Dolt isn’t gonna be our pet anymore; our friend.

Jaune:*Picks her up* Dolt may not be in this house anymore, but he’s gonna always be your friend. That’s what makes memories so special; they keep the good times close to our hearts.

Nicholas:*sits and leans on Weiss’s side* I’m gonna miss him too. *rubbing his eyes* he made waking up fun with his kisses.

Summer:Dad, can I go with you to the vet? *clenching his shirt* I want to see him off. I want to keep you company too.

Jaune:Well....I guess focusing on school work would be hard at this point anyway. What about you Nick?

Nicholas:*not even looking at them* I’m gonna stay here with mom...

[Later at the Vet]

*Monitor beeping*

Jaune:*petting dolt as he slowly goes*..... You can wait outside if you want to.

Summer:*dry throat* It’s....it’s alright. This.......is what I wanted; I’ll see it through.

Jaune:You’re very kind for wanting to be here for him. It’s not the easiest thing to do; especially at your age.

Summer:I remember him staying at my bed with you after I got hurt.

Jaune:I’m surprised you remember that at five.

Summer:He made me feel better. *tearing up* You would constantly tell stories as he cuddled me. *quivering* I thought I could......could......*sniffling*

Jaune:*hugging her* Ssssshhhh it’s okay. I’m here for you.

Summer:*crying into his chest* But I wanted to be here for you! I wanted to be strong enough but......I can’t even look at him. That beeping, it reminds me of those days.

Jaune:*rubbing her back* Summer I’m proud of you trying so hard but it’s alright that you can’t do this. I’m the one who’s supposed to be there for you and your brother. You’re both my precious twin snowflakes. One day though I know you’re gonna grow up so kind and beautiful; just like your mother.

Summer:Dad.....*sniffling* can I wait outside please?

Jaune:Of course *picking her up to go to the door and looks at Dolt again*

*soundly asleep, monitor flatlined minutes ago*

Jaune:*holding back tears* (Thanks for the memories boy; sleep tight) *leaves*

[meanwhile at the house]

*Nicholas and Weiss still on the floor*

Nicholas:I’m sorry mom....

Weiss:*puffy eyes* Sorry for what?

Nicholas:I promised you that I would be there for Summer when she needed me, but I couldn’t bring myself to go with them. Now I’m here but I can’t even make you feel better. I’m useless....

Weiss:*wraps her arms around him* Nicholas Schnee, that is the last thing you are. You being here is a enough.

Nicholas:How can you say that? When it comes to Summer I feel like a screw up. I even hurt the both of you ice skating that one time. *sobbing* Summer almost-

Weiss:It’s not your fault, no one blames you. Not for my scar or any of the ones on your sister. Bad things just happened and that’s life unfortunately.

Nicholas:Is it so much to ask to be helpful for a change? I love you guys. *hugs her tighter*

Weiss:*holds his face and wipes his tears* Do you know who you are to me Nicholas?

Nicholas:*sniff* What’s that?

Weiss:*smiles* You’re my brave little prince and I’m always gonna think the world of you. It’s okay if you stumble sometimes because I’m gonna root for you no matter what. Your father and sister will too. If Dolt was here right now he’d lick your face silly until you understand that. You haven’t broken any promise.

Nicholas:....*small smile* Thanks mom I love you.

Weiss:I love you too.

*Jaune walks into the room*

Jaune:We’re back, it’s done.

Weiss:I see...*lets go of Nicholas* I’m gonna let you get some rest. Your father and I have things we still have to do. *kisses his forehead and leaves*

Summer:*staring at him through the doorway*.......

Nicholas:What?

Summer:Your eyes are puffy.

Nicholas:So are yours...

.......

Summer:I’m tired of crying. I want to be the protector once and awhile.

Nicholas:I know what you mean. Dolt always made things better, why can’t we? If only we were-

Summer:Stronger?

......

Nicholas:You thinking what I’m thinking?

Summer:*smiles*

*both run to the living room*

Jaune:I never seen Summer so upset. From the looks of it Nicholas looked pretty frustrated himself.

Weiss:He blames himself for the dust explosion that happened on the frozen lake five years ago. *touches her scar* it pains me to think that he gets sad looking at me.

Jaune:*rubs her face* We sure are raising compassionate kids. I should count ourselves lucky they aren’t brats.

Weiss:I just hope they bounce back from this.

*both kids slide into the living room*

Jaune:Woah, where’s the fire?

Nick and Summer:Teach us!

Jaune:Uhhh what?

Summer:We’re tired of feeling frail.

Nicholas:We want to be strong like you both and make you feel better.

Summer:So teach us to be huntsman; we wanna help.

Nicholas:We’ll work really hard! I already have my semblance.

Summer:And I bet I can unlock my really soon! Until then I just focus on swordplay or handling dust like you mom.

Nicholas:You can teach me everything about aura too! I want to protect you guys like dad does.

Nick and Summer:So please teach us!

Weiss:......I guess this is them trying to bounce back. *small chuckle* Still, I think it still might be a little too soon

Jaune:Maybe but....*staring at his determined children* I don’t think saying no is an answer.

Weiss:*examining their dry tear marks and red eyes*..... (As stubborn as they come.) alright you win. We can teach them a few things; but nothing crazy.

Nick and Summer:*high fiving* Yes!

Jaune:Don’t celebrate yet; this is still gonna be tough. We’ll start tomorrow. You two get some rest.

Summer:Yes sir! *runs off*

Nicholas:You won’t regret this mom! *runs off*

Jaune:Could you have imagined how wonderful our kids would be?

Weiss:Of course, they have an amazing father after all. I just don’t want them to get discouraged or hurt.

Jaune:They’ll be fine; all that conviction comes from their talented mother. *hold her hand *

Weiss:Dolt really was the gift that kept on giving.

Jaune:Yeah, He was a really good boy.

[askthetotallynotdehsquad]

kleinsen being good and soft

Ava: teehee (Evan doesn’t know Jared likes him yet)

——————

Evan: *packing bc he’s sleeping over at Jared’s house??*

Jared: *puking up flowers and blood cause hanahaki*

Evan: *knocks on the Jared’s door* Jaredddddddd

Jared: f-fuck um- oNE S-SECOND- *pukes more and one whole flower and then stops cause thats all of them for today lol xD*

Evan: *puts his headphones on bc he’s waiting??*

Jared: *cleans up the bathroom and wipes his eyes cause he was crying cause it hurt and puts the flower in a bowl where he kept all of them cause it's a water lily cause I like them and opens the door for evan* hi, sorry I took so long, come in

Evan: *puts his headphones around his neck* it’s fine dude *walks in* I haven’t been here in forever oh my god-

Jared: *rubs the back of his neck* heh- yeah

Evan: *looks at thy Jared very concerned* you okay dude? I’m surprised you haven’t made a joke by now

Jared: im surprised you haven't kissed a tree! I'm fine, lol

Evan: *giggly boye* you sure?- Wait, why are your eyes so red? Are you smoking weed?!

Jared: um- yes?

Evan: uh- where should I put my bags? I don’t know if any of the house rules changes- since last time you didn’t let me touch anything-

Jared: we can bring them to my room cause thats where we're sleeping I guess

Evan: okay? *runs upstairs and falls in the process* OW

Jared: oh shoot- are you okay? *runs over to evan*

Evan: yeah- I just tripped that’s all! *smiley boye* *walks into thy Jared’s room*

Jared: *follows the evan* uh so you can sleep on my bed and I can sleep on the floor or whatever

Evan: dude it’s your house- I’ll sleep on the floor-

Jared: well like you’re the guest or something I don’t know

Evan: hhhhhh *flops on his bed* what do you wanna do

Jared: I dont know- wanna watch a movie?

Evan: sure! *sits up and sits against the pillows*

Jared: *sits next to evan* ummm... let's watch..... uh.... *puts on Hercules cause yes* this.

Evan: dork *giggly boye*

Jared: *red boye* shush-

Evan: wow Jared Kleinmen is blushing, from Evan Hansen- who ever thought

Jared: ugh- *hides face* i hate you tree man

Evan: love you too bathbomb

Jared: *feels a lump in his throat because I researched and like if you get affection from the person you love the symptoms get worse* um- i need to use the bathroom be right back *walks to the bathroom*

Evan: okay!

Jared: *locks the door and starts hanahaki-ing for like 5 minutes*

Evan: *walks to the bathroom door and knocks on it* you okay dude?

Jared: yep! I'm g-good just give me a s-second- *hanahki-s a full water lily cause thats what his flower is apparently* *also thats how he knows it's over for now*

Evan: okay! I’ll be in your room- I’ll pause the movie for you!

Jared: o-okay! *coughs up some more blood and cleans up*

Like- 5 minutes later: skskksksk

Jared: *walks in to his room and puts the lily in the water bowl*

Evan: you have...water Lily’s in your...bathroom?

Jared: a lot has changed, evan. *sigh* a lot

Evan: *sighs and hugs the Jared*

Jared: *blushes and hugs the tree* soooooo... why are you hugging me?

Evan: you seemed sad- and you don’t get enough love

Jared: *metaphorically melts into the hug and lays his head on Evans shoulder*

Ali: (I'm sorry im so used to being a bottom)

Ava: (Dont worry dude bc same)

Evan: *ruffles the Jared’s hair* you okay?

Jared: ......huh? What? Wait yeah I'm good haha *stops hugging the evan and is v red* so uh- wanna keep watching the movie?

Evan: sure! *sits on his bed and closes the blinds so it can be dark* it’s like a real movie theater!

Jared: yeah! *in his mind cause I feel like it 😋 (how in the fucking fuck can someone be so god damn cute-)

Ava: dang Jared

Evan: *unpauses the movie and leans against the pillows* *puts an oversized hoodie on uwu*

Jared: *(what in the frick frack cracker jack)

Evan: *rests his head on Jared’s shoulder teehee*

Jared: *blushblushblush*

Evan: is it bad I’ve never seen this movie-

Jared: I mean i dont know I guess?? *worried he'll have another hanahaki attack with all this love ;-;*

Evan: Jared...are you okay? Ever since I got here you’ve looked like you’re going to throw up- should I leave?

Jared: nonononono!!! It's fine!! I'm fine!!

Evan: *hugs the Jared from the side* no you arentttttt

Jared: e-evan i- *starts coughing up blood*

Ali: (he wasn't gonna confess he was just flustered :/)

Evan: holy shoot! Oh my god!- *runs to get towels*

Jared: *keeps coughing up blood and now- some flower petals*

Evan: *comes back with towels and sits down in front of Jared then looks at him* here du- are those...flowers?

Jared: n-no. Y-y-yes? *starts sobbing cause it hurts a lot ouchies* i-im s-so-sorry *coughs up more petals and blood*

Evan: hey hey hey- it’s okay Jare- I know what this is- cough it all up *rubs his back*

Jared: *starts coughing up wayyy more and even some full lilys bc like I said affection makes it worse*

Evan: oh shoot sorry! I forgot- *steps away from the Jared*

Jared: *coughs up a bit more and one like- huge heccin lily thats glowy pink (normally theyre white) :0*

Evan: oh my god..-

Jared: i-im sorry I'll- I'll clean this up- *starts cleaning up quickly and gently puts the pink one in the center of the bowl*

Evan: y-you like m-m-me..-

Jared: what?! No thats- thats insane haha-

Evan: y-yeah....insane

Jared: *picks up the bowl, sits down, and puts it on his lap* *oh and pushes them around gently with his finger*

Evan: Jared....can I um...tell you something?

Jared: hm?

Evan: I um....please don’t hate me- but...Ive liked you for awhile now. You’ve been really nice to me lately and I never knew why, but now I do. It’s fine if you have hanahaki because of Connor- it’s fine if you don’t like me- I’m just hoping this doesn’t trigger it-

Some of the smaller flowers: *die*

Jared: wait- wait hold up- wait- wait really? *starts crying* no no... no youre just playing with me- this is all a dream- stop- no-

Evan: Jared, I’m not messing with you...you aren’t dreaming- I like you

Jared: ohmygosh- oh- ohmygosh- *puts the bowl back down on the table and is still muttering ohmygosh to himself* *blushy boye*

Evan: *laughs a little* calm down Jare

Jared: *sits back down and looks at the ground* you know... I had.. that was 29 flowers.. one more and.. I wouldve died......

Evan: am I allowed to like...- touch you now?

Jared: yeah-

Evan: *hugs the jared*

Jared: *leans on the evan*

Evan: *pulls away from the Jared and looks at him then....kisses him teehee*

Jared: *flustered for a moment but then kisses him back*

Evan: Jared, I- I love you

Jared: I love you too you dweeb *kisses him agian but more make-outy?????*

Ava: Ali what-

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *pulls apart and gives him a look like is this okay cause catie told me once that you should do that*

Ali: (shush I dont know what words are)

Evan: *laughs* Jared you are such a dork, I love it

Jared: w-wELL-?!

Evan: *giggly boye*

Jared: *smiles* just kiss me already you acorn *kisses the evan agAiN*

Evan: *kisses thy Jared*

Jared: *runs his fingers through thy Evans hair*

Ava: Ali- where is this going

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *makes out with evan wow I did it im proud of myself :)*

-later-

Evan: *his hair is all messed up* so that happened-

Jared: *red boye* yeah-

Evan: you’re a good kisser Kleinmen

Jared: *giggle sk* no u

Evan: uno reverse card *giggle sk*

Jared: ugh fineeeeee- *fixes his glasses cause they were tilted cause ;)*

Evan: well I never got to watch the movie- I guess I’m too hot to handle

Jared: pretty much

Evan: o-oh I was j-joking- *hides under the blanket*

Jared: *giggles* youre such a dweeb

Evan: *still under the blanket* shushhhh

Jared: *goes under the blanket and cuddles the evan*

Evan: *pink boye* *wraps his arms around the Jared*

Jared: *falls asleep*

-a couple hours later-

Evan: *poking thy Jared* Jareeeeee wake uppppp

Jared: *wakes up* momm its nott- oh hey evan-! *blush boy*

Evan: I never knew I looked like your mom *laughs*

Jared: nO thats disgusting eww- she just- normally wakes me up on Saturdays thinking its school. She's werid.

Evan: how- it’s Saturday?? I can’t even remember anymore

Jared: *shrugs* I have a good memory I guess

Evan: I’m just gonna say, I never thought in a million years, the Jared Kleinmen would like cuddles

Jared: *giggles* oh evan you dont even know

Evan: what else are you hiding from me

Jared: *becomes way to red to even speak* noTHINg-

Evan: tell meeeeeee pweaseeeee

Jared: *hides under his blanket* nO-

Evan: Jared I swear to god if you’re kinky like my brother-

Jared: no ew gross what huh

Evan: tell me Jare Bearrrrr

Jared: no-

Evan: hmmmmmm okay fineeeee *stares at the Jared* you’re really pretty...-

Jared: youre really hot

Evan: oh I- I- um..- *v v v v v v red*

Jared: *giggly boye*

Evan: that was very unnecessary Kleinmen *crosses his arms while being v v v red*

Jared: it's true

Evan: *puts his hand on his cheek and kisses him teehee*

Jared: *pulls him closer and kisses him back*

Evan: this is very gay

Jared: *finger guns* yeperino!

Evan: *giggly boye* you are so weird, but I love you

Jared: can we get back to kissing? (Please? Yo. Every action has an-)

Ava: equal opposite reaction-

Evan: o-oh y-yeah- *kisses the Jared*

Jared: *kisses the evan but ~~ly*

Evan: *is basically in Jared’s lap at this point-*

Jared: *has his arms wrapped around Evans hips ;))*

Evan: *has his arms wrapped around Jared’s neck;))*

Jared: *kisses evan but more ;))-y*

Evan: *big blush man*

Jared: *keeps kissing Thy evan shook :0*

Evan: okay Jared calm down *giggly boye*

Jared: *shrugs* youre just a really good kisser, acorn *stares at Thy evan smiling :)*

Evan: shush bathbomb

Jared: *in an amazingly good British accent because I feel like Jared would have a amazingly good British accent* oh evan my good sir, youre such a peach *kisses Evans hand* now if you'll excuse me for a moment, i shall go get food *goes to get food*

Evan: Jared wha- dork!

Jared: *yells from the kitchen* treeboy!

Evan: Adorable!

Jared: goddamn you! *comes back to his room and he has um.. spaghetti* f o o d

Evan: my mom knew this was going to happen- she knew you liked meeeeeeee *looks at the Jared*

Jared: well your mom is smart *we eating*

Evan: oh and I uh- I bought you something the other day- *gives him a bathbomb*

Jared: you know me so well *wipes a fake tear from his eye* ironically, i got something for you! *goes under his bed and grabs a succulent and gives it to evan* you can name it if you want-

Evan: *:0* I love it!! *hugs the Jared*

Jared: yay! *hugs the evan*

Evan: *snuggles in the Jared XD owo*

Jared: *plays with evans hair 0w0*

Evan: jare...will you be my boyfrienddddd

Jared: *straight face* no of course not... *smiles really wide and kisses the evan* dUDE OF COURSE!!! *v v smiley boye*

Evan: *breaks into a giggly fit and falls out of the Jared’s grip* yayyyyy

Jared: *teehee* hey evannnn guess whattttttttttttttttttt

Evan: whatttttttt

Jared: I love you *giggly boye oWO

Evan: I love you toooo!

Jared: so what are you gonna name the little guy? *sits on the ground with evan cause he fell or something and puts thy succulent in his lap*

Evan: hm...jelly bean!

Ali: im gonna make jared be able to do any accent really well and you can't stop me

Jared: *commits cowboy accent* howdy there jelly bean what are you doin' round these here parts

Evan: Jared what the hell!? *laughing*

Jared: *starts laughing too and is still committing cowboy accent* what? this is how I talk! Ya got a problem with that mister? *laughing so much sksjsksmskk*

Evan: n-no! This is just- *continues laughing*

Jared: *dies laughing and back to normal jared voice* jelly bean is beautiful

Evan: oh welcome back Jared, you got possessed by a cowboy

Jared: Oh my gosh I did?! *finger guns the air and looks around frantically* wOODY I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! I'LL SHOOT!! *trying not to laugh*

Evan: *cant breathe from laughing* oh my god-

Jared: *falls onto Evans lap* ohmygosh *dying laughing* i can't

Evan: *dying laughing* since when could you do all those accents?!

Jared: *shrugs* since forever I guess? I can do a lot more

Evan: oh lord please no

Jared: *giggles* okay okay- what do you wanna do now?

Evan: I don’t knowwwwwww

Jared: *puts jelly bean on the counter* wannaaaaaaa watch a horror movie??

Evan: okay! *sits under the blanket on the Jared’s bed* (it still looks like a movie theater in his room-*

Jared: *sits next to evan and puts on the man man bye*

The first death: wassup

Evan: *clings onto Jared’s arm*

Ali: oh my gosh it's literally the opposite of us

Jared: evan it has barely been 10 minutes in-

-Half way through the movie-

Evan: *screams*

Jared: *wraps his arms around evan* evy do you wanna turn it off? *genuinely concerned*

Evan: n-no it’s fine

Jared: oookayyy... *still worried*

-a bit more than halfway in-

Evan: *falls asleep*

Jared: *gently moves evan so he's laying down, turns off the tv, cuddles him and falls asleep too*

-next Day-

Evan: *wakes up* Jare bearrrr

Jared: *talks in his sleep cause I need to do this* *sleep giggles? Shut up okay* awee my little evy wevy

Evan: *big blush man but laughs and pokes the Jared*

Jared: *awakens and sees thy evan* oh h-hi evan- *big big big blush man*

Evan: how long have you dreamed of me Jare? *smiley boye*

Jared: w-well um- y-you see y-you i- um- *flustered gay distress increces*

Evan: what happened in that little “evy wevy” dream of yours

Jared: nOThIng-

Evan: awe c’mom tell your little Evy Wevy

Jared: *blushes deeper :0* nO-

Evan: okay okay- you can go back to sleep if you want baby

Jared: *is redder than a tomato* baby???? *dying* did you just call me baby??? *dying even more like wtf*

Evan: *shaking his head* mhm

Jared: *hides his face* evan why do you do this to me

Evan: awe because I cannnnn

Jared: oh my gosh *dying blushing woah*

Evan: *kisses thy Jared*

Jared: *kisses thy evan back*

Evan: *kisses his forehead* go back to sleep baby

Jared: fineeeeeeee *lays down with his head on Evans lap and falls asleep*

Evan: *gently moves Jared and lays down*

Jared: *clings onto evan*

Evan: *asleep*

Heidi: Evan sweetie it’s time to come ho- AWWWWWW

Jared: *stays asleep and clings onto evan tighter*

Evan: *whisper yells* mom what the hell! Go away!-

Heidi: I am posting this on Facebook! *walks away*

Jared: *nuzzles evan*

Ali: NUZZLES YOU OWO

Evan: *goes to get up but Jared won’t let him* Jare, I have to leave

Jared: *still a singular sleep*

[happylifechanges]

So labor

I know you all are dying to read about my labor adventure since you’ve been following me since my first post about first trimester truths.

So at 3 in the morning on Monday on June 11 I thought I had to pee. So I went and then went back to bed, then 10 minutes later I thought I had to pee again. Realized I didn’t so I rode them out till 330 just to make sure then woke up Aj so he could time them. They went from every 10 to every 8 to every 5 by 430 and then stayed at 5 minutes apart till 530 and Aj was like ok we should go. But I didn’t want to. The pain was manageable and We actually had a doctors appointments at 840 so I wanted to wait. Aj was getting nervous so I called my mom and she came over around 6 and waited it out with us until the doctors appointment. The doctor told me I was only dilated 2 cm so it was to early to be admitted.

Went home, Aj went to work and mom stuck around for a little bit and then even she left for a little bit because the contractions backed off to every 20 minutes. I got a nap in and ate some cheeze it’s. But I didn’t want to eat too much because I didn’t want to poop during labor. That was a rea fear y’all. My contractions came back around 11:30 am being every 5 minutes. So I called Aj just to warn him and before I could call mom, Aj called her and she came over. I then labored at home with mom there helping me. Y’all my mom is a champ. Talking me through each contraction. Rubbing my back. Talking me through the breathing. I started to think that if I breathed faster it would make the contraction go by faster... it didn’t. Most of my contractions were really tolerable, I started to understand why some moms can make it through without drugs.

Aj got home at 4 and I kept laboring until 630 when I decided I wanted drugs.

Unfortunately the hospital is going under major renovations and we could not find the entrance to labor and delivery. We found the valet, but he was not helpful with directions. Aj dropped mom and I off at what we thought was the entrance, it was not. We ended up walking for about 10 minutes through a maze and when we got to the office to check in, had another contraction and then they are asking me all these questions and I have to fill out paperwork and it was incredibly stupid in my mind. I had pre-registered. I thought the whole point of that was so I didn’t have to do any paperwork or think.

Anyways, they put me in triage and had me change into the gown and I layed down in bed and waited around. They asked me questions, they took blood, I had very very painful contractions (mom coaching me through the whole thing) and then they had to examine me and see how far along I was. THEY WERE HORRIBLE AT EXAM! Mom wanted to punch the nurse in the face. I was already in pain from contractions in labor and now this stranger is causing me pain and not even apologizing for practically making me scream. When that was done, I kept asking about the epidural and the nurses sucked at communicating that they had to send my blood down to labs to actually prove I could handle the epidural... yes you read that right... because apparently there are women that can’t. I would have given up if I had been one of those women. Anyways, I was crying and in so much pain and I just kept thinking that Aj was dissappointed in me because I wasn’t strong enough. Crazy thought right. But he eventually told me that I was doing good and that helped. Husbands make sure to tell your wives daily in the beginning of labor and right after the baby is born how proud you are of her. She wants to be seen as brave and strong but giving birth is scary and as a first time mom there is no way you can prepare yourself. So husbands be a great cheerleader.

Anyways it took Aj getting on the speaker asking for pain meds to get them to tell us why we were waiting. Then they took me and wheeled me over to a delivery room. Riding in the bed was a weird experience. I compared it to being backboarded but more comfortable because it was a bed. However when you are having contractions it makes you motion sick. Once we got to the delivery room I was able to have Aj help me labor by holding me up while I was waiting for my epidural.

Getting an epidural is weird. It just is. The pretty anesthesiologist comes in and starts to tell you how you’re gonna get this miracle shot and you’re totally listening but then a contraction comes on when she gets to the part on how the drugs actually work and you stop listening and then you kinda register she is saying that there are risks and here’s what they are but let’s be honest you’re really just focused on breathing. And then when your contraction ends she says do you agree? Sure lady, I totally agree with everything you were saying because I was completely focused on it.

Then she starts to prepare you and then another random lady comes in and she says basically you’re gonna hug me and put your head down on my chest, basically embracing her bossum— not making this up. And then the pretty anesthesiologist says she is gonna put a needle in your back and while you are trying to stay calm and relaxed and not move the needle hits and it hurts and the only thing you can squeeze is this strangers hips while your head is nestled in her chest. It’s so weird. And then they give you a catheter which ya know, means you don’t have to get up to go pee, but it’s also incredibly weird. It goes against everything you’ve learned since potty training. You just have to be free. I just kept telling myself you’re in the river or ocean (because we’ve all peed there) and then it got easier to deal with.

But beside all of that, the relief. Oh. My. Goodness.

It was great!!! No more contractions, I think I got some sleep even. It was great. Well at first. As the night went on, my legs got heavier and heavier, to the point where we had to call Aj to lift my legs because I had no control over them. Absolutely could not feel them, I would try and lift and my mom would be like you have to lift them... I am! In reality I had lifted them maybe an inch off the bed. You also have to flip sides every thirty minutes. I hated it. Every time the act seemed monumentous and I was literally just rolling over. I had no control over the lower half of my body.

Sometime during the night I’m being woken up by my mom saying I need to roll over to my right side right now. I remember struggle bussing it but I did it. Apparently Henry’s blood pressure just DROPPED. which obvi isn’t good. But rolling over brought it back up. We tried again on the left side later that night but he wasn’t having it for whatever reason. The problem with that though was he wasn’t able to turn to get in position for the birth canal. Mom kept saying if you could get on your hands and knees he would turn, but guess who had no control over the lower half of her body? So yeah that wasn’t happening.

You know how on TV the pregnant lady’s water breaks and then she is all cute and glamorous while waiting to dilate? Example: Rachel Green in Friends. Well they are sooooo wrong. It’s just gross. My water broke when I was at 8 cm and being examined (side note: every time I was examined except by the doctor it hurt like hell, even with the epidural) and then yes there is an initial gush but then it keeps coming. It leaks down your legs and the catheter is still there and you’re also conscious of not wanting to poop during labor, and you can’t wash yourself. You just feel gross.

Well when they examined me again, another gush came out and this time it came with more than just water, it came with poop. Yep, Henry got fed up being inside me that he pooped inside me. That meant, c-section. Right away.

I was told that my mom and Aj got to come with me but would be coming later as they had to get me set up. So I was wheeled again into a surgery room. Doesn’t look like anything on TV, the room was brightly lit and had the big lights over the operating table. I was EXTREMELY COLD. I could not stop shaking. They moved me over to the operating table using this cool wood thing. Then I was told to lay my arms straight out like Jesus. And they put this blanket on me and pumped hot air through the blanket and it was AMAZING. I don’t remember when they put the drugs in, but then I had the doctor asking me if I could feel this or this below my chest and I couldn’t at all. I did get nauseous, and they put an alcohol swab on my nose. Apparently that combats nausea which is cool. At some point Aj and Mom got there and I remember seeing Aj and feeling so relieved. Seriously that man is my rock.

Before surgery started, they asked me my name, birthday, and what they were doing to me. I told them that they were cutting the baby out of me and everyone laughed. That’s the last thing I truly remember until mom said, oh Katy Henry is out and he is beautiful and I heard him crying at 5:51 am.

They brought him around the curtain and he was NOT beautiful. He was blue. And had a bunch of funk on him and honestly looked HUGE. But he was crying and out and as far as I could tell healthy. He was taken to get washed off and then the next thing I remember is mom bringing him up and me being able to kiss his forehead three times. Then being told he was going to the NICU for all the tests and Aj was going with him. I panicked in my mind because Aj and Henry were both leaving me and I didn’t want to be without them but logic ran over panic and crushed it reminding me that Henry needed to go to the NICU and Aj was gonna be there with him.

Somehow I got back to my room and was asleep, blissful sleep. I remember coming in and out of sleep and don’t remember people until Aj came in and updated me on Henry. Then around 8:30 I was told I was being moved to the mom and baby wing and I would get to see Henry along the way. I was wheeled once again down the hall to the NICU specialist and I got to hold him and tried breast feeding which honestly I had no idea how to do. Two nurses were around me helping me out but kept staring at me and Henry. I didn’t cry at the sight of him but I was really happy to see he was okay. Then after we tried for about 10 minutes I was rolled up to my room where Aj was and I got to nap some more and then Henry came in and everything was good.

It’s Thursday and I have been at the hospital since Monday. I have realized that women get shamed for having c-sections, even by doctors. Like, my doctor apologized that I couldn’t deliver vaginally and looked at me all sad like but honestly I could care less. I wanted to come out healthy and I wanted Henry to come out healthy. I didn’t care how it happened.

I also feel judged about using formula but not from the hospital from the world. It’s also pro breast and feed in public and no shame and women are powerful hear me roar stuff. I’m all for breast feeding and making free food for your child. But when your child loses 10% of their body weight and the doctor prescribes formula, you do the formula. Thankfully I get to breast feed and do formula but I’m totally okay with it. Because Henry is healthy and happy.

I’ve also realized that being in the hospital this long is AMAZING. Sure, my bed isn’t that comfortable and I’m very thankful I brought my own shower towel because hospital towels are awful. Being here is just a blessing because I get to meet with lactaction consultants every day. They are amazing and super informative. They have helped so much with breast feeding. Also the nurses are so nice. I also don’t have to cook! It’s really great.

We go home tomorrow after Henry gets snipped and I’m actually excited. Today I spent most of it alone because Aj had to work and I did okay. I know not every day will be easy but I’m gonna take it day by day with this little one and he and I will figure out how this works together.

Thanks for reading my super long post!

[thelouisianauproar]

Louisiana Uproar - Chapter 28

Summary: Dottie wakes after being abducted by the Ensanglante cult; Jason Stanwyck and the Louisiana Mafia work to find her; Guest star appearances include Tony Derazio, Vito Scaletta, Lincoln Clay, and more! 

I’m not exactly sure where I wake up. I can’t even know if it’s real, I see a chalkboard, desks, and chairs. I look at the ceiling and purple smoke is coming out of a pot. Man. I try to stand but I lose balance. Shake it off, Jetson.

I use a chair to look through the class door’s window. I see a black woman pacing back and forth. She’s talking to herself and wipes her face with the back of her hand. “Miss! Miss!” I’m trying to get her attention. For such a small distance, I can see her quite well. I know exactly who she is---Katherine Smith-Jetson.

Her hair is slicked back. She’s wearing baggy slacks and a sweater that stops at mid forearm. Now, I hear a baby crying. Where did that carriage come from?

“Miss!” I’m still screaming. The woman is sobbing. She points the gun at the baby. My screams for her get louder and they change: “Mom! Mom! Please!” She hands her head in defeat. She walks away and puts a gun to her head. Without hesitation, she shoots herself. In the same defeat, I drop my head and get down. I trip and fall on my front.

“Quite a predicament you’ve found yourself in.” A strong southern accent tells me. I get on my knees.  When I look up, Tony Derazio is standing in front of me. No way. “Dorothy Jetson. It’s a pleasure.” He extends his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” I shake it and stand. “I should think so. You stole my life.” “Well.” In the moment, I’m ready to argue the notion.

“Numbers guy for the mob, knew all the political contacts. You ran the show from behind the scenes and you love it.” He makes it sound like an insult. “Didn’t you?”

Mr. Derazio’s straight face turns to a smile and a laugh. I assume it’s because he doesn’t have a good enough answer. “The only thing you’ve done is make a mess.” He pushes me on my butt by palming my face. What the hell? I felt that. I stand up. “Whoa, whoa hey.” I feel hands on both my shoulders from behind me. It’s a familiar voice. I look over at the person.

Vito Scaletta walks slightly from me. He starts his cigarette.

“No reason for violence, Tony.” He’s cool as a cucumber. “She stole my life, too. I find it endearing.” “Vito.”

“It’s been a long time, kid.” “Scaletta, you’ve always been nothing.” That’s not true. “A fucking carpetbagger.” That name. They called him that when I worked at the docks.

“Anything you’ve ever had you messed it up.”

My head is killing me. The men are saying things but I bend over gripping my head. I feel Vito’s hand on my back. I wave him off.

Their argument is so calm, yet, so cold.

“Vito, you’re hurting your little pet.” Tony says, “Not my pet. The kids a fucking monster.” Vito chuckles. “You’d be proud of that, if it didn’t mean the end of your empire.” Good point.

Wait, these men aren’t real. These men died at the hands of Lincoln Clay. I need to end this.

I grab the nearest brick. I throw it at Derazio. He reacts and there’s my opening. I knee him in the stomach and beat him with that brick, as merciless as I’ve ever been.

“Alright, Alright, kid.” Vito pulls me to turn around. “That’s it.” “Vito.” My body is shaking. “I’m not-not a monster.” “It’s alright. We all are...somehow.”

“I’m loud and I’m vulgar, and I make the tough decisions because somebody has to! I am not a monster!” He’s calm. He grips my forearms.

“I disagree.” He guides me to lie on the floor. “Rest babygirl, you’ll need it.”

When I wake, I hear someone talking. I try to play dead, but she’s refilling that smoke. She refers to us as animals killing each other again. There are two bodies near me. One’s face has been bludgeoned. Her back is turned to me. I’ve got to do something.

My arms wrap around her neck, she tries to struggle. John Donovan once showed me how to snap a neck. How did it go again? Just try it. I make the attempt and feel the crack. The woman stops fighting.

I hope she’s real. It starts smoking so I use the chair to pull it down. What do I do? I dump the hot content and desperately put it out with my hand. I need to get out. How? The door is still opened. It must have been too late.

I’m starting to feel weird again. As I’m going through the hallways, I’m seeing things. I don’t know what’s real. I see Vito, Cassandra, and Burke watching me as I sneak. I see John and Nicki making out in a corner. Dear god, Emmanuel has been hung. I have to get a hold of myself.

I make it to the gymnasium of a school. I hear people talking so I hide. The things they are saying about the Ensanglante. Soon, they disburse. There is something in the middle of the gym. It’s a car on fire. Please don’t tell me they have that smoke in here. There is something in the driver’s seat. It’s burnt to a crisp, but the shape looks like Lincoln Clay.

His head snaps to me and his eyes open. I scream.

I have to get out of here, before he gets me. I rush up the bleachers to a broken window. It’s gonna be quite a fall but I have to go.

When I wake, I’m in a room full of candles. I’m lying down, I’m tied down. Every once in a while people will come in and refill the drug. I plead with them to let me go. They don’t respond. Sometimes, they read to me. They read dark things: sometimes spiritual, sometimes graphic. I hear the words sacrifice and filth, many times.

A woman in white comes in and undoes my ties. I don’t know if she’s real. “How are you breathing this?” I ask, gingerly. “I have been obsessed with you for a long time.” Her back is turned to me, and I sit up. “I haven’t had the pleasure.” My head is killing me. “The name’s Bonnie.” Bonnie? Should I know that? “We believe that humanity is ultimately doomed, Ms. Jetson.” “Well, especially when people like you and me exist.” I can’t catch my breath. I stand but I’m weak. Bonnie chuckles.

“Have you ever seen the life light leave someone’s eyes?” “I have.” “It’s a beautiful thing. Pure. Intimate.” She turns to me. “My blood gave birth to this city. Owned it. Now all I see is filth where well borns once reigned.” She turns me around and her image shocks me. I fall down.

“You’re looking like you’re peaking, cher. Maybe you should sit a spell.” She may be right. Bonnie continues to talk but I hear gunshots. She rushes out of the room.

Get yourself together. What happened since I got her? Where am I? I was in that classroom. What else happened? There’s blood all over me.

I look at the smoke. It’s still going. Oh no, not again. I’m losing consciousness. Damn’t. Kill me already.

---

The next time I wake, it’s bright. I look over and a man is writing. I know him. It’s hard to speak.

“Good morning.” He says with a friendly smile.

“You inhaled a lot of it. I understand if you are tired.” He says, “Physically, you will be fine.”

Slowly, I start to feel more. Movement comes back to my joints. I can only describe it as the unrefreshed feeling after a long, sweaty nap. My clothes are different. My ankle is wrapped. The man’s face becomes familiar--he’s the mob doctor, and I’m back in the penthouse.

The doctor told me that my friends are coming. They wanted to come together.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Nicki greets me, she walks in first.

“H-Hi.” I feel so out of breath. She gets in the bed with me.

“Jason and Ray are on their way in.” She observes my face. “She’s sweating.” “It will start soon.” The doctor says. What will start soon? “Okay.” “Hey, champ.” Ray says, Jason follows. The men pull up chairs around me. The doctor gets the door.

“So, what a week we’ve all had.” Ray starts. “Especially you. What do you remember?”

It all feels like I had a terrible nightmare. I can’t form the words so I slightly shake my head and my eyes start to water.

“Alright.” The doctor stops everyone. “What is your name?” “Dottie. I remember...being in Empire Bay---Joe. I…” A thought crosses my mind. “How long has it been?”

“Seven days.” I’m horrified. I panic to think of what I could have missed. In life, at work, my poor father. “Wh-who...What h-happened?”

“That’s what we want to know.” “Dottie, we’re worried we don’t have enough time.” Ray leans forward. “You were on some heavy shit, the doctor says you’re stable. He’s gonna take you off your meds. You will withdrawal.”

“You’re fucking with me.” I push the words out. I look at Jason, he nods to confirm.

“There’s the Dot we all know.” There’s a silence between us, it’s like they wait for me to speak.

“Dot.” Jason starts, “I’m going to say some words. They should be familiar.” I nod and Nicki holds my hand. “The Blessed. The Filth.” With each word, my heart rate speeds. I can’t stop stuttering.

“We need to know why they wanted you.” He says, “Give me anything.”

“The filth...it uhhh...t-the filth will know their place, blue smoke.” It’s hitting me. I pause. “There was things, I-k-killed...I k-killed in there.” I pause. “I jumped out of a window. I-I-I had to get out of there. Th-the crying...and, the tears and...the blood...a school.” “Good work, Dottie.” Nicki tells. “I did good...I-I...did good.” She leads me to rest of my side. “Th-the mind scends. The flesh consumed.” Where did I hear that? I repeat to myself and I remember. “Be careful of the falling sky!” I pop up. “I know.” Jason nods. I hear Ray say, “Why would they take her to the school. She’s the filth.”

[azrielsiphons]

LORD OF SHADOWS REACTION POST

I didn’t want to make an entire reading thread like I did with Lady Midnight (which was kind of popular for my typical stuff, I still don’t know why, it was just a lot of flailing) because LoS is still so fresh and I’m afraid to spoil anyone who might not have the tags blacklisted. So under the cut, IN ORDER AS I READ, is my genuine LoS reactions. Enjoy my flailing.

Kit you precious little bean don’t steal daggers you should know better

JACE IS HERE SHIT SHIT SHIT 

He just had to go and name drop Will in like the first five pages I am C R Y I N G 

Oh Julian is being ‘scrupulously polite and kind’ over you and Mark’s “relationship”? IS HE EMMA? IS HE REALLY?

Ew Mark kissing Emma’s cheek made me want to throw up blood too, Julian 

“Did he just kill Magnus?” I HOPE AND PRAY I NEVER SEE ANY VARIATION OF THAT SENTENCE EVER AGAIN  

Take a shot every time I think to myself “ugh, Perfect Diego”

FUCKING HELL PERFECT DIEGO AND CRISTINA ARE BACK TOGETHER DAMMIT CRISTINA

Awwwww Ty my precious son you’re so concerned for Kit

I love Mark so much my sweet faerie child 

UGH EMMA AND MARK KISSING GROSS MAKE IT STOP 

CLARY TURNED DOWN JACE’S PROPOSAL HAHAHAHA WHY AM I LAUGHING 

Cassandra Clare let me make something clear if you ever kill my daughter Clary Fray I will SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE 

so clary is having dreams of her and emma and cortana and she knows she’s gonna die uMMMMMMMM????? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? IF MY GIRL EMMA HAS TO KILL CLARY FOR WHATEVER REASON YALL CAN CATCH ME 6 FEET UNDER THE GROUND 

THAT’S RIGHT KIT YOU DEFEND TY BLACKTHORN 

Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina MARK AND CRISTINA 

God bless America I forgot how much I adore Jace Herondale but then at the same time he makes me miss Will and when I miss Will I want to DIEEEEEEE

take a shot everytime someone says something to the effect of “we can’t involve the Clave”

lol jace “i’m just going to haul clary off to *wink wink* get chinese food *wink wink* be back in 20 *wink wink*” 

oh wait they actually just got chinese food wtf i need me a man like that 

MAGNUS AND ALEC ADOPTED A SECOND CHILD NAMED RAFAEL DONT MIND ME ILL JUST BE SOBBING INTO MY BEER FOR THE NEXT HOUR 

More of Ty and Livvy’s relationship pls i love sibling bonds 

WTF ZARA???? PERFECT DIEGO IS CANCELLED YET. AGAIN. 

“Smug bastard. Hair’s too good. I don’t trust people with hair that good.” KIT MY SON IM ADOPTING YOU IMMEDIATELY 

Julian slamming the door in Emma’s face made me slam MY face into a door

“She refused to hurry her steps — not for anyone.” Note to self: be more like Cristina 

okay real quick these centurions talking shit about my father magnus bane are about to find my six inch stilettos up their tight assholes bYE 

okay these nazi centurions are CANCELLED 

oh my gosh my smol son ty smiling at kit kill me NOW 

DONT WORRY JULIAN IM RUINED TOO LAFJLKAFJ;L; THAT KISS SCENE MY GODDDDDDD

wow who would have thought i would like gwyn damn (also gwyn x diana??? im??? here for it???)

THEY’RE GOING TO THE FAERIE COURT FUCK ME UPPPPPP

NO FUCK OFF ZARA YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF 

wait but… but kit and ty… but he just kissed livvy and they’re cute too… gdi 

i hope emma and/or cristina rips zara’s head right from her shoulders 

JULIAN AND EMMA ARE KISSING AGAINNNNN

FUCK IT WASN’T REALLY HER

FUCK 

what 

w h a t

W H A T 

HER FATHER OH TKLEJFLMY GDO EM AM AY IT S YOUR DAD WFFJTF

jk it wasn’t her dad gdi 

Diana is my mother now since she just SHUT ZARA TF DOWN

MALCOLM???????????????

oh shit yall it’s the ‘oh no we have to share a bed’ trope and i am LIVING 

julian hiding his boner is my aesthetic 

emma you can’t just casually mention my father luke garroway wtf 

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTTT ANNABEL KILLED MALCOLM

what’s wrong with Cristina’s arm… wHAT’S WRONG WITH CRISTINA’S ARM LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE 

Julian just snapped at Emma and I have never been more uncomfortable please stop fighting mom and dad 

“neither julian nor emma slept well that night, though each of them thought they were the only one troubled, and the other one was probably resting just fine” real quick i just need to go drink a gallon of bleach to get over this 

all these references to will and jem are really fucking me up 

GDI JESSAMINE 

WILL AND JEM’S HEIGHT MEASURING WALL IM SOBBING JUST LEAVE ME TO DIE

“Tessa used to come and ask me too. She wanted to know where Will was.” WHAT THE FUCK A LOT OF PAINFUL THINGS ARE HAPPENING ALL VERY QUICKLY 

“I want you to be proud of me.” SHIT FUCK HELL DAMN FUCK 

MARK AND THE GNOME IM CHOKING 

Real quick Bridget imma need you to stop alluding to jem and will and also tell me how TF YOU’RE ALIVE 

oooOOOOoooo a compartment to themselves??? HMMMMMM 

Mark x Kieran x Cristina did you mean Lito x Hernando x Daniella? 

ANNABEL GET AWAY FROM MY SON JULIAN 

KLDKFLAJFK;AFALKL MAGNUS SAVING MY CHILDREN AT THE SHADOW MARKET IM SO FUCKING ALIVE 

I love my father Magnus Bane 

I LOVE MY FATHER ALEC LIGHTWOOD 

Alec talking about Jace you bet your sweet ass I’m crying 

On a serious note — props to CC for this representation of autism through Ty, and how Kit treats him so damn well. Very, very cool.

GWYN AND DIANA ARE ADORABLE FIGHT ME I LOVE THEM 

My domestic fathers Magnus and Alec are saving my life 

BRIDGET WANTS THAT LIGHTWOOD DICK EVEN STILL 

All Magnus wants to do is adopt every sad downworlder alive and I LOVE HIM ALL THE MORE FOR IT 

EMMA AND JULIAN HOLDING EACH OTHER IN THEIR SLEEP BYE FOREVER 

Don’t worry Emma I too live on the Sexy Thoughts River and the Sea of Perversion 

EMMA WANTS A SELFIE WITH A PISKIE IM CHOKING I LOVE HER 

FUCK SHIT IT’S JAIME NO DRU RUN 

Mark just had a sex dream about Kieran in the library I’m laughing so hard 

OH KIERAN GAVE HIM THE SEX DREAM WOW KINKY I NEED ME A FREAK LIKE THAT 

Actually wait I change my mind fuck you Kieran that wasn’t cool of you 

THE PLATE OF SCONES IM CRYING I MISS YOU SOPHIE AND GIDEON 

NO SIR JAIME YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER DRU YOU INSOLENT FUCKBOY 

DAMN can CC write so freaking well holy shit 

but are Cristina and Mark kissing because they love each other??? or because of the binding spell?????? will the world EVER KNOW????

POLYAMORY???? WHAT??????

Kit and Ty are … the … most adorable thing… in the whole world… 

“It's a burden being sarcastic” I’M CHOK ING TO DEATH 

FUCK YOU EREC FIRST YOU COME AFTER MY DAUGHTER CRISTINA NOW I FIND OUT YOU TORTURED MY SON KIERAN???

Jaime is evil I can smell it 

MOM AND DAD ARE FIGHTING MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPPPP 
Julian appearing out of nowhere sitting on a boulder in the pouring rain completely Unbothered™ like name a more iconic entrance 

DADDY JULIAN HAS EMERGED HOT DAMN SHOVE HER AGAINST THAT WALL DADDY FUCK HER REAL GOOD I need to chill i'm sorry 

BREAK MY HEART BREAK IT IN PIECES

Gdi Dru 

SLAP HIM CRISTINA YES MY QUEEN 

Wait... shit is Jaime actually a good guy? DAMMIT 

MAGNUS CAUGHT THEM LOLOLOL he isn't even concerned though bc he knows parabatai love each other extra hard bc he witnessed Will and Jem's love firsthand lol BYE 

Who tf is Ash? I mean he's Dru's age and they just had a "coincidental meeting" so CLEARLY he's a love interest but 

NO FUCK YOU JAIME I STILL DONT TRUST YOU 

DIANA IS TRANS WHAT IM SO HERE FOR THIS MY STRONG WARRIOR QUEEN 

Gwyn is the actual love of my life 

"Pyromania interests me" Ty, my son, I love you

Dad!Julian makes me WEEP

Coincidentally, Dad!Alec ALSO MAKES ME WEEP 

PRETENTIOUS HAIR PRINCE JENXKAOOAJW EMMA I FUCKING ADORE YOU 

MAGNUS NAME DROPPED MY MOTHER MAIA OMG 

Emma referring to implied polyamory as a sexy weirdness is ME 

Pffffffft Kieran calling Diego the "very handsome stupid one" is ALSO MEEEEEEE 

"The bad things can't matter more than the good things" Cristina....... my daughter........ 

Ty's letter GOODBYE ALL IM DONE 

HELEN OMGGGGGGGG

Kieran ain't got time for your SHIT Robert 

MAGNUS NOOOOOOOOOO

Sassy!Alec defending his man and not dealing with Bigot!Zara's bullshit I’m so wet 

OH MY GOD ROBERT 

NANSIZOANWPZOAPALWK THE MORTAL SWORD OMG 

what

what

what 

what 

what 

what. 

Livvy isn't dead

No 

No livvy isnt dead 

No no 

Wait what the FUCK 

THATS THE E N D ????

W H A T T H E F U C K 

BYE. 

BYE forever I'm going to go live in a world where Livvy is alive and well because fuck all this BYEEEEEEEEEE

so like 2019…. where u at

[multiplefandomfics]

Grimes sisters chapter 3

So as promised here comes chapter 3.

warnings: post charachter death, angst, blood,

Fabienne POV

It had only been a few minutes ago when we had helped to receive Loris baby by c-section and she had died. The shock was still evident in all of our faces and we could also still hear the ringing of the shot out of Carl’s gun. He just stepped out of the cell without any kind of facial expression. Unreadable. Nobody could have known in that moment how he must have felt. Maggie just took him in her arms and pressed him to her heart. Suddenly the thought of Rick shot through my head. Damn it, how were we supposed to tell him. One time he was not here and then something like that happened. I feared he would have had a complete melt down after hearing those terrible news.

About an hour later the door to the hallway the guys went through only hours ago opened again and I immediately saw Daryl and Rick… wait… where was Shane?

They put the boxes and bags down with the goods they found. They looked pleased.

It broke my heart that we had to tell him about Loris demise. When Rick looked into our faces he knew something was up. The smile on his face disappeared.

The silence was broken by Carl coming around a corner with his sleeping sister in his arms. My little niece. She was so beautiful.  “Rick… I’m so sorry. Lori didn’t make it.” Maggie swallowed hard putting her hand on is arm. “We tried everything we could. She lost so much blood.” she added. Rick didn’t let us finish and stormed into the cell where Loris lifeless body was covered up with a sheet on her bed. “The baby was laying the wrong way around and we had to do a c-section.” Maggie explained. But I was sure he wasn’t listening to us in that moment at all.  Rick broke down next to her bed crying and we all felt with him. She was my sister in law and she was a good wife and mother to Carl. There would be no day we wouldn’t be feeling that loss. He took the bed-sheet off of her face and kept on crying. We all stepped out to give him the time and privacy in that moment to realize what had happened.

“Daryl, where is Shane?” I confronted him. “We had to leave him in a small room. He hurt his foot and wasn’t able to walk all the way back. He wanted to wait until….” But I was not gonna let him finish that sentence. They just left him with all those damn walkers out there. “What the hell?! Are you kidding me?! You can’t just leave him there!!” I yelled at Daryl angrily. I got back up to my cell to grab my knife. “Whatcha’ doin’? He said he’d follow us as soon ‘s he can”  Daryl grumbled seriously. “You just left him out there!!! That is not fair!!” I almost screamed at him with angry tears in my eyes. I tried to wiggle myself past Daryl who blocked my way. “If you go I go!” my sister claimed suddenly. Daryl rolled his eyes but didn’t move a muscle to let us through so we pulled back for now. He couldn’t stand there forever. When he grabbed a bite or just got bored that would have been our chance to sneak out and help Shane.

We observed our way out until the coast was clear and then made a run for the door. “You don’t have to come, ya know?!” I whispered to my sister. But I was actually very relieved to have her having my back. We had no idea where to turn. It was an endless confusing labyrinth of hallways. We hoped that our instinct would lead the way to Shane. Suddenly we heard footsteps behind us. We turned around knifes in hand. Ready to attack. Luckily it was only Carl. “what are you doing here Carl?” “Did you follow us?” “You could have been hurt!” we threw at him. If Rick found out he was gonna kill us. “I wanna help find Shane.” he said. They had always been close. Shane had been Ricks partner in who knows how long. He was Carl’s godfather. It was Shane who had taught Carl how to aim and shoot a gun back at Hershels farm.

But wasn’t is enough already to look out for ourselves? Now we had to have an eye on the boy as well. Great. If we went back then we could have been caught and forced to stay back. It was no option to send Carl back on his own. Definitely too dangerous.

We looked through every damn door but no sight of Shane. Suddenly we heard biters close behind us. That was the last straw. That was the first time I doubted our mission. If there had been too many we would have had a problem. I looked left and right but Alex had already decided to go right. She was better in making rational decisions under pressure than I was. As we rounded the corner we came face to face with a few of the dead bastards. Shit! Next to us there was a door almost hidden by its color in the wall. I gripped the handle but it didn’t budge an inch. In that moment I started to panic. We weren’t gonna make it out of that situation alive, I thought. My mind raced a thousand miles per minute and I just wished to see Shane’s face just once more in my life. Little did I know that my wish should have been granted shortly. When the door swung open after numerous pulls from our side we stumbled into the dark and shut the door behind us rapidly to be cut off from those dead fuckers. Completely out of breath from the almost panic attack my eyes had adjusted to the light and I saw Shane sitting on the floor looking at us in disbelief. When that look turned into one of anger as if he wanted to lecture us I stumbled out: “We… ehm I hear that… ehm they left you out here and I just had to find you. Carl then followed us because he was worried too.”  He looked real angry but the worry was also evident in his eyes. Still he decided to give us a talk “I told them to leave me behind and not come looking for me either. I was supposed to catch up later. Somehow I would have managed.” he gritted out through his teeth. That was the side of him that I didn’t like all that much. The side the others always warned me of. “I was just worried.” I tried to explain. It wasn’t so much what he’d said but how he did it. It hurt my feelings a lot. In that moment I just wanted to start crying but the walkers were still out there and he did not deserve to make me cry. Or at least to know he did. But he seemed to have noticed that I tried to hold back tear because suddenly his demeanor changed. “If something happened to you I would have never forgiven myself.” he mumbled lowly and slowly pushed himself up against the wall. Wonderful. Now we had to wait in awkward silence till the walkers had moved past us. Then we could have snuck out and back to base. Oh man we could await a lecture from Rick surely. I could not wait!

Rick POV

I was sitting next to Lori for I don’t even k now how long. Could have been minutes or hours. But it didn’t matter. I loved her and kissed her and a minute later she was dead. The mother of my children. My daughter would never know her mother and I wasn’t sure if I could raise her and Carl on my own. I stroked her cheek once more and pulled the sheet back over her. Then I breath in deeply after I stepped out of the cell. Daryl stood in front of me with my newborn daughter in his arms. She was sleeping. Daryl seemed to be good with her. He was a real friend and I was so thankful to have him. “Hey sweetheart.” he whispered when he noticed her eyes staring a little unfocused at him. She still had to learn that. Daryl seemed so enthralled by her it was almost magical. I had never seen him like that with anyone. He would make a good dad I smiled to myself.  

Suddenly I noticed that I couldn’t find my sisters or my son for that matter. I took my girl out of Daryl’s arms. I look deeply into her beautiful little eyes. “Do you know where Alex, Fabi and Carl are?” I asked Daryl. “Well, Fabi threw a tantrum when she foun’ out we left Shane on the run and Alex backed her up. The last time I saw Carl was outside some time ago when I took the baby from him.” After that statement I decided to go outside to look for him.

Strangely I didn’t find him anywhere and nobody knew anything. They couldn’t have been dumb enough to build a search party and try to find Shane. That would have been a suicide mission.

Carol, Beth and Hershel step close to me to express their condolences and have a look at my daughter. We really needed to come up with a name I even heard Daryl call her “little asskicker” and that couldn’t stay that way. Hershel apologized deeply again and again because he wasn’t there when Lori died. I thought that even he couldn’t have prevented her death. We just didn’t have the medical stuff to do such an operation. I tried to fight against my tears but failed and let a few drops slip at some point. I glance at my daughter and she makes me smile again. I could never give her the blame for Loris death. How could anyone? I turned to walk back inside. After my talk with Hershel I had given the baby back into Beth’s care because I finally wanted to know where the rest of my family was and bring Lori outside together with Daryl to soon have a proper burial. She deserved that. I thought back to Carl and how he had to shoot his own mother to keep her from turning into one of those zombies. No little boy should have to do something like this. He is so very strong. As I was on my way to the door where we went through that morning it suddenly swung open and revealed Carl and behind him my sisters who were supporting Shane to walk. At first I was a little baffled that they had really managed that on their own but I couldn’t have shown that. Even if I was proud of them they needed to know going without my permission was wrong. I was the boss here and even my sometimes roguish sisters needed to have respect. As my eyes fell on Shane he just shook his shoulders and said:”Don’t look at me. I already told them this was a bad idea.” and stumbled to his cell to prop up his leg. “Are you nuts?  You could have gotten yourselves killed! Shane wanted to stay behind! He was save.” I yelled at them. “Fabi we need to talk!” I look serious at her. I knew this had to have been her idea. She was the one with the crush on Shane.

“The hell we need!” she hissed back and stormed outside. “Women” Shane shook his head Alex jumped on that train immediately:”She went out there and risked her life because of you dumbass.” “Calm down people that doesn’t help anyone.” I tried to defuse the situation. That was something we definitely couldn’t use then.

Maggie’s POV

After everything went down I had made my way over to Glenn who was currently standing guard on the watchtower. I had to get away from it all for now. I was concerned that they all hated me after what happened with Lori. It was my fault after all. I let her bleed out. I couldn’t find my dad so it was my duty to save her and I couldn’t. When Glenn looked at me he knew that something went terribly wrong and I started to cry. He took me in his arms and just stayed silent. He knew I needed that. “Lori died. I couldn’t save her. We got the baby by c-section and she just bled out.” As if the walkers weren’t enough already. “You did everything you could.” Glenn comforted me. I tried to get my mind off of things and stayed with Glenn during his shift. Up here overcame me a feeling of security but we still had to keep and eye out. I was still curious why there were no other survivors or groups who found the prison before us. I thought that maybe the prison seemed to be too crowded with walkers before we came. No small group could have handled that. And to find and keep a big group alive was becoming harder and harder each day. Be it killed by walkers or starvation and exhaustion. Didn’t matter we had found our personal little sanctuary.

“Well it seems that Alex and Fabi have vanished this afternoon to find Shane. Fabienne was really shocked to hear that they left him behind.” I changed the topic. “On their own?” Glenn asked baffled. I nodded. Sure they knew how to handle themselves but it still was a damn dumb idea.

Alex POV

Who did he think he was?? Fabienne and I did so much to save him. Risked our own lives and he couldn’t even mutter a “thanks, nice of you to help me”?? Fabi was completely wrecked. She really liked  him and that’s how he thanked her. Bravo! We knew when we stepped through that door that Rick would be major pissed at us. And we still did it. For Shane. And of course I had to go with her. She would have gone alone anyways so better with my help than without.

I was just on my way outside when Daryl stepped in my way “give her some space to think first.” he suggested and pushed the baby in my arms. “ baby looks good on you.” he winked at me and nudged my side slightly. “So I’m gonna go huntin’ sweethearts.” he rasped in that handsome southern drawl of his, smiled at us and left. I had never really seen him smile. He wasn’t the person for a lot of feelings and emotions. I really liked Daryl even if he didn’t think I was tough enough for this world and had to be protected 24/7. he always had everyone’s backs. He was a special kind of guy. Daryl was the kinda guy who intrigued me even before all this started. The notorious badboy with a motorcycle who gets himself into trouble all the time but has a real soft spot for the ones that mean something to him. Plus he is good with kids, what woman wouldn’t want a man like that?

The infant was still sleeping in my arms. She remembered me a lot of Carl when he was that small. The same nose and high cheekbones. I decided to take her with me and sat down on my bed. I cradled her against my chest and leaned against he gray stone wall. So much had gone down over the last days.

When the Virus broke out about a year ago everything went haywire. We had to leave our homes and fortunately we were with Lori and Carl when it happened because we swapped shifts at Rick’s bed at the hospital. Shane got us out of town and to the camp. Without him we probably would have been toast months ago. Our first plan to go to a military basis was destroyed when we became notice that it no longer existed. There had been no way to get through there anyways. It was a fight for life and death from the very beginning. We could call ourselves lucky when we found Hershel and his families farm. But that luck only stayed for so long. When we were overrun there and could barely flee I thought we’d never find a suitable and safe home again but here we were. I never thought I’d want to break into a prison in my life. I thought of the newest member of our group in my arms and what life she was gonna get to know and live in. I made me incredibly sad to know that she would only know running and hiding and fighting monsters. No security no real life without always having to look over your shoulder. While I was so in thoughts I didn’t even hear Rick coming in “Hey you two.” he greeted us. “Hey you alright?” I asked him. What kind of a dumb question is that to a man who just lost his wife in childbirth?? I mentally palmed myself. After he took his girl out of my arms I could see that he seemingly found his peace in her. “The burial is tomorrow.” he added shortly. I just nodded. I wanted to notify everyone. They would all have been encouraged to come.

“I saw some nice flowers outside maybe we can...” Carol who had just arrived behind Rick suggested. He smiled to her lovingly in thanks. I took Carols hint and went outside to find someof those flowers with her. On the yard I noticed Fabienne laying in the grass enjoying the afternoon sun. She seemed lost in thought. Probably still thinking about Shane and his shenanigans earlier. “Look Alex, those are nice don’t you think?” Carol asks me for my opinion. Indeed they were wonderful and I smiled at her in agreement. I excused myself for a second and waltzed over to my sister. “Hey.” I greeted her. She opened her eyes and looked at me but didn’t say a word. “You know that Shane can be an ass sometimes. Don’t take it to seriously. You know it’s not his intention to hurt you.” Was I really protecting Shane?? Hmm I would have done everything to see my sister smile again. “I know but I just wanted to help him and he yells at me like that. Would a thank you have been too much? It’s unfair. I am not a child. I am 26 years old Alex.” She started to justify herself. She was definitely right.

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My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

"What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat."

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, “You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

“Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  

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“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush's kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just...  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That's when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su---

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.

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My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no…focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

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