#she was old and couldnt move much so she offered a listening ear and her heart

[angstymdzsthoughts]

wow im loving this new ask layout.

it was post canon and wwx has been living with his husband and son in cr for a couple years now. jc is still somewhat reluctant to talk to him but he understands. jl comes by to nighthunt with his friends regularly. one unlucky day wwx had a mishap with resentful energy during a nighthunt accident and lsz died in the process.

everyone was heartbroken but wangxian were absolutely destroyed. they stayed in seclusion for months. wwx couldnt stand the guilt and had no face to see his son's friends and the other lans. even when lwj finally had to come out for sect duties wwx chose to stay in seclusion. he abandoned his regular cultivation and swore off demonic cultivation forever. in an effort to cheer up his husband, lwj persuaded him to go on a trip to worship the gods to pray for sizhui's death anniversary.

they came across a small temple, old and rickety and overgrown, and out of kindness they cleaned up and left a small offering. wwx just wanted his family back. lwj wanted a chance to start all over again. it suddenly stormed heavily that evening, so they had to take shelter in the temple for the night, taking caution to ask for permission from the resident god.

when they woke up, they were at the cloud recesses. lwj woke up in his old bedroom in a body that felt too small. wwx woke up startled in a guest bedroom in cr with jyl sitting by his bed.

"a-ying? did you have a nightmare?" wwx choked back a sob and just hugged his shijie for comfort. only then did he notice that he felt too small, and too soft. he looked down at his hands, then at his body. he was somehow a girl.

then jyl's presence in his room would make more sense. girls and boys dorms are separated in the cr. wangxian woke up as an alternate version of themselves with their original memories as well as the memories of their new body. lwj was still lan er gongzi. but in this body, she was just wei ying, a senior disciple of yunmeng jiang.

wangxian met each other again in class and wy took caution to not vex lqr too bad this time, lest he disapprove of their inevitably impending union. jc eyed lwj furiously when he approached wy after class to talk privately. it seemed that the two of them were the only ones reborn.

the first thing lwj did after that was ask his uncle to send a formal betrothal request to ymj for wy's hand. which to lqr was weird, but lz wouldnt budge. he thought lxc could still marry a more proper wife, so its fine.

they spent the rest of the year courting, lwj was in such a rush to marry wy. wy wasnt /actually/ jyl's little sister so it was no issue if she married first. meanwhile, jyl's betrothal was broken. this time by her own brother who punched jzx so hard he broke his nose. wangxian got married a year after they finished studying in gusu.

everyone was overjoyed when wy got pregnant. even mdm yu was happy for her. when their son was born, lwj recognized his soul to be their a-yuan, and wy cried her lungs out in joy. their little son had his old nose, lwj's nose, but now the rest of him look like them too. his hair was midnight black like lz's but with wy's playful curls. he had wy's ears and little constellation of moles on his skin. he even had lz's light eyes.

lqr wouldnt let go of his grandnephew that lan huan had to bargain with his uncle to be able to hold his nephew. after a-yuan could walk, they went to visit lotus pier. the toddler /adored/ jiang cheng, laughing and squealing loudly in his arms. he loved getting head pats by jyl and kept demanding attention from mdm yu by pulling on her skirt or hugging her leg and crawling into her lap. he wasnt so fond of jfm, however, only looking away in disinterest or reaching out his hands to his parents. for once jfm felt left out in his family.

wangxian wracked their brain trying to stop the sunshot campaign from happening, but wrh's power ran deeper than they thought and they could only postpone it, not prevent it completely. the wens attacked lotus pier first, burning it to the ground and killing jc's parents. the jiang siblings ran to cr, but it only served to bring the wen dogs sniffing at cr's door.

wy is talented in cultivation, but having sworn off resentful energy and having to protect the sect's children as well as her own, she could only do so much while her husband was taken to the nightless city.

lwj eventually managed to escape and jc with the help from qinghe nie managed to gather the survivors of his sect. they all went to war and the sun was finally shot. lwj came home to wy just in time to tell him they were expecting a daughter.

this time there was no yin hufu for jgs to fight over, just the remnants of the wen sect. knowing llj would abuse the war prisoners, lwj spoke up and ppl listened when he proposed the wen remnants go to qinghe for trials. civilians are left to themselves while criminals are sent to labor. the resouces belonging to the wen sect was distributed to other sects both big and small depending on how much casualty they suffered under wrh.

jzx fell in love with jyl during the war and got married as soon as it was over. jin ling was born not too long after a-yuan's little sister lan yuyan. together jyl and jzx forced llj to give out resources for jc to rebuild his sect.

3zun still became sworn brothers and wangxian didnt exactly know when jgy got married, so he still married qin su. jgs had jgy kill nmj, and when jgy wont agree to spy on gusulan he had another one sent. lwj sent nmj a missive not to trust jgy with calming and avoided his death.

it took a couple years, but when jgs thought he was ready he even imprisoned jzx and his family in koi tower, depriving them of any communications and arrested disciples that are loyal to jzx.

llj was gearing up to war once again, this time against everyone else. jgs had, unbeknowst of everyone, gotten the note on core melting hand technique and had xue yang learn it.

wangxian reached out to nhs, trying to find a way to kill jgs. realizing that jgs was fully prepared to kill lxc, jgy turned his sights over to jzx, admitting his faults and teaming up to kill jgs. jgs had jzxun attack qinghe, but it was easily defended against. xue yang led the troop against cloud recesses.

xy aimed at the main lan family and injured a-yuan. in a desperate attempt to save his family, lwj jumped out and xy destroyed his golden core. meanwhile, he still sent spiritual energy towards saving his son. distracted by his victim, wy managed to cut xy's head off. back in llj, jgy along with jzxuan and jc attacked jgs's forces in koi tower. jc beheaded jgs and with that this new war was over.

thanks to lwj, lan yuan was fine and his injury was stabilized. however the destruction of lwj's golden core not only take away his cultivation but also mangled his meridians. wy could do nothing but weep with her daughter in her lap while lxc and lqr played healing for her husband.

lwj died in his sleep that night, finally exhaling his last painful breath while wy fell asleep from crying. his funeral along with those fallen during the attack was held a few days after. wy didnt look like herself in the mourning clothes she wore along with the children.

wy was inconsolable and kept apologizing the the children. especially a-yuan. fate had been so cruel on him that he couldnt grown up with two parents twice over. it seemed that in this life too he would be named sizhui. wy refused to move and kept sigil by lwj's coffin.

suddenly su minshan came out of nowhere and started yelling at her. calling her a jinx and an unlucky bitch that shouldve prevented her husband from dying. lqr yelled at him to leave. two and a half year old lan yuyan tried to shoo him away, punching at his knees. but the adult man just kicked the little girl away. jc couldnt stay silent anymore and wrapped zidian around sms's neck and pulled, making sure his neck broke when hitting the floor.

wy didnt say anything. she just took her crying daughter and left. after making sure lan yuyan is alright, wy locked herself in her room for 3 weeks. she didnt even open the door when her kids come knocking and begging.

it broke lxc's heart to see once again two children waiting on their mother's door. he asked jyl for help in persuading wy to come out. when they came in, wy looked like a ghost still in her white mourning robes with a whole head of white hair and her eyes so weary from weeping. she fainted soon after opening the door.

they checked on her only to find out she was 2 months pregnant. the tears start anew for wy and jyl asked lxc to take wy back to lotus pier so she can recuperate with her sworn siblings. lxc and lqr reluctantly agreed and wy came with jyl and jc back to lotus pier. jzxuan became the new sect leader and severely punished jgy along with his father's men while his wife and son stayed in yunmeng.

wy made a promise with lwj once to never let their children be orphans like they were. even if only for her kids, wy tried her best to get better. she stood out in her white mourning robes in lotus pier. wy was constantly surrounded by kids, all wanting her attention. she ate jyl food with the kids and watched jc teach her kids and jin ling how to swim. after a couple months, her dark hair came back and she got healthier. her second son lan shun was born in the middle of the hot yunmeng summer in lotus pier.

after lan shun turned 1, they came back to cloud recesses. wy had some time to accept her loss, but kept thinking abt lwj. after hearing from other lan disciples, lan yuan asked granduncle to teach him inquiry. the first time lwj responded to a-yuan's guqin strings, wy broke down on her knees. wy has been wearing lwj's headband on her forearm, so lwj attached parts of his soul in it. some of it went to bichen, which lan yuan inherited. some went to lan yuyan who inherited wangji guqin. lan shun never knew his father so he didnt want anything belonging to lwj.

for now, wy had to be content with inquires to lwj. for now they had to be content with waiting for each other on the other side.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML AU: In Another Life: Miracle Queen

(Loveater)

-Queen bee transforms into miracle queen because of the akuma.

-Hawkmoth smiled as he watched the heroes look in horror.

-”Miracle Queen, use your power and get Paris under your power.”

-Miracle queen nodded as she summoned her swarm.

-Ladybug and Chat noir fled and avoided the bees by jumping into the water with the Aqua powerful. The two made their way into the sewers and escaped the swarm.

-Fu was relaxing in the hiding spot at the park when he heard the sound of insects. His instincts kicked in and asked Wayzz to transform him. He created a barrier around himself and the miraculous.

-The bee swarm overtook Paris.

-Hawkmoth told Miracle Queen to call forth everyone who has ever used a miraculous. (believing that the guardian would have done so at one point.)

-This gets Nino, alya, kagami, Luka, Kim, and Max like in canon. Miracle Queen makes her commentary, but Hawkmoth notices that the guardian is not among them. Knowing that the guardian is an old man, and couldnt be a teenager.

-”The guardian must be out there!”

-”Ill have all of Paris searching for him”

-Hawkmoth calls back Mayura to come and assist

_____________________________________________________

-Ladybug and Chat noir realized they were both on borrowed time since they only had a few minutes until their transformations wore off, But going to the surface was a risk because of the bees.

- Ladybug didnt have any of the other miraculous on her and felt trapped. But Fu contacted her while in his bubble.

-”Ladybug, are you and Chat noir alright?”

-”Yes master, but we are sort of trapped underwater.”

-”Ill meet you both in the sewer.”

-Sure enough, Fu made his way to them and created a bubble so the two could safely emerge from the water without worry.

-”Chat noir turn around, we cant know eachother’s identities.”

-Chat noir said nothing, but complied. A bit of guilt about knowing butting its ugly head.

-They feed their kwami while looking away from the other. Fu is a bit sus of chat noir but says nothing. He is also under stress.

-Fu reveals that he snagged the miracle box and that Ladybug can prepare with the stuff inside.

-Ladybug hands Chat noir the snake miraculous and she takes the dragon.

-”In case I get stung, you will need to have a back up.”

-Chat noir ignores the brief bit of snake pain in a flashback. He can do it this time.

-”Ill go a different way. You focus on the akuma.”

- They thank Fu and rush back down to go fight Miracle Queen and Hawkmoth.

-Dragonbug and Snake Noir arrive and find that Mayura has summoned a unique sentimonster called Miracumaker. Which turned the teens that had touched the miraculous into the hero versions of themselves. So Rena Rouge, Carapace, Viperion, Ryuuko, King Monkey, and Pegasus. But they have strings on their backs that when its cut, will turn them back to how they were before.

-Mayura, Hawkmoth and Miracle Queen are waiting outside the big bubble arena Dragonbug created. Mayura was clearly looking worse for wear by creating the sentimonster.

-Hawkmoth is prepared to enter the fray, when Fu calls his attention.

-”You’re looking for me?” Fu calls out. Knowing that the villain was indeed looking for him

- Hawkmoth turns his attention to Fu. His eyes narrow.

-”You have made a grave mistake showing yourself.”

-”My mistake was not showing up to fight you sooner.”

-Cue the two charging at eachother.

-The team work of Ladybug and Chat noir allowed them to fight the six controlled heroes, taking out Viperion and Ryuuko first. Exploiting the lack of coordination on the enemies part.

-Mayura tries to move to help Hawkmoth but coughs loudly. Fu notices.

-”Wait, that miraculous she is using... its damaged. The amount of strain that is being placed on her is...”

-”Worry about yourself old man! Hand over the miraculous and reveal to me your secrets!”

-Fu avoiding Hawkmoth’s strikes, through his barrier, frustrating the Villain.

-Snake noir got King monkey’s toy to hit Miracle queen, allowing them to break the hold of the bees and de-akumatize her

-Hawkmoth was furious, and stopped attacking Fu and charged at Ladybug  (who had de-unified from Dragon bug). He had caught the heroine off guard and was about to snag her earrings,

-”You think you won. But I WILL take your miraculous!”

-but a shield came and Captain america’d the villain causing him to let go. Jade turtle had Found his moment to strike. He then proceeded to trip up the villain.

-Ladybug calls her lucky charm, It was the same as in the canon episode.

- Mayura noticed that the control over the heroes was gone due to miracle queen’s de-akumatization. She insisted that they leave. They were outnumbered and the plan had gone south. Her health clearly failing.

-Hawkmoth growled and roared that this wasnt over. He knows her allies faces, and He will get the miraculous.

-He and Mayura managed to escape and the sentimonster vanishes. The day is saved.

-Ladybug and Chat noir approach Queen bee. Queen bee apologizes for not listening to them, she hands over the bee miraculous willingly (since this time she wasnt willingly accepting of the akuma)

-Ladybug tells her that she understands and that she doesnt need the bee miraculous to be a hero. But the statement she said before still holds merit. That it is dangerous for her, along with anyone else today to hold a miraculous.

-Chloé is still depressed about it. But she at least knows she isnt being put down for personal reasons. She walks away still sad, but not hating ladybug, she gets it.

-The other teens were confused on what happened, but then head back to where they were. Thanking Ladybug and Chat noir.

-Ladybug wonders what the key is.

-Fu explains that he knows what it means, and she can use it to fix things

-Ladybug uses her lucky charm to fix all the damage.

-Fu seems happy, since the feeling of foreboding and worry he had seemed to pass. He had the impression that he would lose himself because of the events of today. He tells Ladybug that she made the right choice and that she is pretty much ready to be a full fledged guardian...

-Ladybug pleads that she doesn’t want the role yet.

-Fu Laughs. “Dont worry, I still have a lot to teach you and I dont plan on going anywhere.”

-Fu compliments chat noir and says that he is the perfect partner for Ladybug.

-Chat noir thanks Fu. He still feels a twinge of guilt.

-”Perhaps one day, you both can fully know who the other is.”

-Chat noir prays its soon.

-Ladybug offers to help Fu get home. He did expend a lot of energy today.

-”Thank you ladybug.”

-Ladybug wishes Chat noir well and that she needs to go. He smiles and lets her go. He knows he will see his girlfriend later.

_________________________________________-

-Now safe and detransformed.

-Fu does explains that one day, he will pass on the guardian status to Ladybug and he will forget everything because of it.

-Ladybug comments that it sounds awful.

-”Would be terrible if you had to do that earlier and we just find out about it after you did it.”

-”That it would, that it would. Thank goodness it wasnt and probably will never be necessary. Besides, I have other things to teach you, like how to fix a miraculous. Hawkmoth’s Partner is on borrowed time if she continues using that miraculous.”

-”You can share with me all of that another time, how about you rest.”

-Fu smiles at her.

-”I will, thank you Marinette.”

-Marinette leaves and gets a text from Adrien. He had called all of their friends for some ice cream, since their plans got derailed.

-Marinette is happy about it and eagerly goes to meet up with everyone.

-Marinette his sharing ice cream with her boyfriend.

-The sitting order is different. Luka is sitting with Kagami.

-Luka can tell that Kagami is feeling the same way he is. Sad yet happy for them.

-”You know i had written this song about... but it might never be for her now.”

-”I wouldnt mind hearing it. Whats the point of holding it in.”

-Luka chuckles, kind of amused at the comment.

-Luka plays the song that he wrote for the girl who was happy with another guy. It was a not sad or dreary, but something warm and kind, something hopeful. At least thats what Kagami believed.

-Adrien and Marinette enjoyed their ice cream, after the day they had. It was well overdue.

[neokollection]

Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery.  If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.

[chicagopd2020]

New Beginnings Are Good For Everyone Ch.4

To say that Kim was surprised about who her neighbor is was an understatment. She thought that she left him in her past and that she would never see him again but boy was she wrong. She isnt going to let him ruin her happiness about a new beginning to her life. By Sunday afternoon her apartment was starting to look more like a home, everything was coming together. Later that day she recieved a text from Hailey asking if she would like to get dinner with her and the guys. Of course she agreed, because she wanted to get to know her team.

She showered and got ready for the night and Hailey swung by to pick her up to meet everyone. On the way to the resturant they just made small talk. As they arrived they noticed that the guys arent there yet which Hailey knows they are always late to everything. So as they were seated they just continued with the conversation since they had time to theirselves. Hailey wanted to get to know everything she could about Kim so that they could become friends and tell each other anything, she hasnt had one of those types of friends in a long time. Secertly Kim was hoping for the same thing. Yes, Kim did miss Erin but she honestly know when or even if she would see her and it sucked but she knew it would be this way. Their conversation was interrupted by Adam being well Adam...

Hello beautiful ladies.....sorry we kept you waiting Kevin had to get his hair just right

You guys are fine me and Hailey were just sitting here getting to know each other.

As the guys take their seats the waitress comes and takes their orders,conversation flowing like they had known each other for years and that was the way that being apart of a team was suppose to be. Keving asked the question that was on everyones mind.

Kim, can I ask you a question?

Sure, I have nothing to hide

You were apart of the FBI, what made you want to move from something like the FBI down to a unit like Intellgence?

Honestly, Intellgence is the type of unit that I have always wanted to be in but when I got the offer for the FBI I just couldnt turn it down, it wasnt a horrible job it just wasnt the job for me but I stayed there for 5 years and then a friend of mine said that she knew Sargent Voight and that she would call him and try to set up a meeting with him and try to get a spot on the team & well here we are..

Well I can say that I think that you are going to be a great addition to our team & I cant wait to work side by side with you...Stated Hailey

Thanks Hailey, I cant wait to work with you as well so that we can show Chicago that we are way more badass than the men on our team.

Damn right.. They all laugh

I honestly believe the both of you could prove that no problem....Jay says

Oh he actually speaks...says Kim

Just sitting back observering seeing what everyone is talking about.

She just looks a him, then Hailey interrupts.

Kim if you dont mind me asking who was the friend that helped you?

I dont mind, she actually used to be apart of the team and when she came to the FBI she had nothing but good things to say about the people she used to work with and that she did miss Chicago but it was home. Her name is Erin Lindsey

Everyone around the table looks directly at Jay but Kim was looking down and didnt catch it.

Yeah, Erin made it bareable to be there, I would ask her about her job in Chicago and her old unit and anything that had to say she spoke highly. So I know that I am going to be  in amazing hands. She did say that she had the best partner anyone could ever have and that she really regreted the way that she left. But she thinks that it was for the best that she mad the decision that she did.

Everyone was quite and that Kim did pick up on....did she say something wrong? As she is trying to figure out what was going on, Jay gets up and walks off to the bar...

Did I miss something?

Adam spoke up first....Jay was Erin's old partner & He was head over hills in love with her but she just up and left without an explaination to anybody at all.

All Kim could do was look at Jay..She felt bad, she was building Erin up so much all while Jay was sitting next to her think god knows what. She had to go check on him

Ill be right back guys....she says

She makes her way over to where Jay was. When she arrives next to him, she thought that she would try the same thing she used the first night that she met him.

Is this seat taken?

No, feel free to sit

Listen I am so sorry I didnt know that you and Erin were even together. She told me that you were her partner and thats it.

He downs the shot that was sitting in front of him.

Its not your fault you didnt know anything. Im just trying to finally move on from her and be happy again. I was miserable for such a long time. I think that it is time that I focus on Jay and not worry about much else

I couldnt agree more..You deserve to be happy, you are an amazing guy from the little I know about you and any woman would be lucky to be with you

Thank you Kim, they lock eyes and smile & they stay like for what feels like forever but was maybe 30 seconds. They didn’t know that they had 3 people watching the interaction between the two of them.

If those two don’t end up together it will  truly surprise me, there is so much chemistry between them and they don’t even have to say anything. Hailey says to the boys.

They both agree with her. Even though Adam had to admit that even though he did just meet her he did like her a little and would like to get to know her more. He wouldn’t let that be known. Adam was a tad but jealous and knew that he had no right to be

Ok are you ready to head back over to everyone. Kim asks Jay

Yeah, lets go but I mean if i had to be truthful I could just stay here and just talk to you all night

Well as good as that would be, we didn’t come here alone tonight.

This is true, they both stand up and start to walk back when Kim stops and turns back toward Jay making sure to look at him in his eyes

Maybe sometime this week we could grab drinks and then we could talk as long as we want to...she says with a small smile

Yeah i’m sure that we could arrange something. He smiles and they finally make it back to the table

After about another hour everyone decided that maybe it was time to head home seeing as they all had to be at the same place at the same time in the morning. As they were saying their goodnight’s because they in a few hours they would see each other. Hailey ask Kim if she was ready to go and as she was about to say yes jay spoke up.

Hailey so that you don’t have to go out your way I can give Kim a ride..

Wouldn’t it be out of your as well? Kim ask Jay

Seeing that I live in the same apartment building no it wouldn’t be out of my way.

Kim looks at Hailey, with a kind of what do i do look...

I wouldn’t mind to take her home. But it would make more sense for you two to ride together.

Kim walks up to Hailey and gives her a hugs saying that she would see her tomorrow and whispers in her ear to text her.

Everyone gets in their vehicles to head home, the ride back to their apartment building was quite but it wasn’t an awkward quiet. The radio playing quietly, as they arrive to the apartment they said their goodnight’s and went they went their own ways or so they thought they were. Jay was actually walking behind Kim wondering which  apartment she actually lived in, when she finally stops at her door he lets out a small laugh

Whats funny? She ask curiously

He continues walking as he starts talking and then stops in front of his door.

I guess it looks like we are neighbors...

Huh who knew.... Well at least I know that I like one of my neighbors

Yeah the guy on the other side of you he seems kind of sneaky

You don’t even know the half of it...she says under her breath

What was that? Jay ask

Nothing. Goodnight Jay I will see you in the morning

Goodnight Kim.

They both walk into their apartments and as the door shuts they put their backs against the door with smiles on their faces.

Tomorrow was her first day and she couldn’t wait to get to work....Little did Kim know the her first case that she was going to encounter she was going to have to come face to face with that neighbor that she thought that she left in her past.  

[callmetippytumbles]

A Happy New Year (Liam x MC)

Tippy’s Note: So listen, it’s been a hot minute since I did a fanfic.  Blah, blah, life. Blah, blah, busy. Other stuff.  I wanted to get back into the swing of things with something fluffy, sweet and in the spirit of the season.  Like the first fanfic, Tipsy Halle had to make an appearance.  I hope you guys like it.  I may have more stuff cooking for you guys.

Disclaimer: Choices owns this and I do not.

Words Counted: 2,135 Rating: PG Pairing: Liam x MC (Halle), Driara

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Fic tags: @coldcolectornight08  @brightpinkpeppercorn  @smalltalk88

Halle and Liam sat in front of one of the large pine trees outside of Applewood Manor.  Their large grins trained on the camera in front of them.

“Wishing a Merry Christmas…” Liam started.

“...And Happy Holidays to you and yours.” Halle added, hoping the huskiness to her voice brought warmth and not exhaustion.  

“And an extra happy holiday to you.” Liam cooed to the youngest Rhys, two-year-old Asher, Ash for short, who nuzzled against his mother.  The young boy smiled and clasped his father’s nose in his gloved hands.

Five-year-olds Kalilah and Zuri sat in front of them and waved to the camera. While Zuri continued to wave, Kalilah reached down into the snow and threw a snowball at her brother and father.  Zuri quickly retaliated and soon the peaceful moment descended into chaos.  Lilah had Zuri pinned within seconds.  Ash patted snow on his sister’s back leaving Halle and Liam to have a battle of their own.  

Halle smashed a snowball on her husband’s face.

“Is that how you want to play, my love?”

She didn’t finish her nod before Liam tackled her in the snow.

“Cut,” An exasperated Madeleine shouted behind the camera crew.  “So much for a regal but festive address.” She threw her hands up in the air.

Halle pulled Lilah off of her brother while Liam held Ash. They walked over to where Madeleine was with the camera crew.

“Think we have it now?”

“No, Your Majesty, we do not. We should do one more take.”

Zuri groaned.

Halle looked down at her children.  Lilah looked about ready to cry.  Zuri had his arms across his chest.  They were more than done.  Ash was also over it, getting antsy in his father’s arms.  

“I don’t think the twins have another take in them and Ash is about ready for a nap.”  

“I still think…”

“Maybe the snow fight is a good thing,” St. James interjected.  “It makes them seem down to earth.”

“They are not down to earth, they are the Royal Family of Cordonia.  This isn’t some cutesy e-card we are making for Grandma.”

Ash became even fussier, fighting his father’s embrace, his small limbs flailing in every direction.  “I say that we go with this one.  With the snowball fight.” Liam giving his final word while trying to calm the toddler.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Madeleine says with a fake grin, though the tightness in her jaw said otherwise.  She walked away with a determined stride, calling over her shoulder as she went.  “Make sure that the footage gets to the editor ASAP.  I want this on every television station by primetime and on Instagram before tea-time.”

“I am already on it.” St. James hollered back.

Now Drake was playing the clip of Liam getting smashed with a snowball on his phone during New Years Eve gathering that Halle and Liam were hosting at the Valtoria Estate.  

“You don’t get to see that every day,” Drake pointed out.  “The Sovereign Ruler of Cordonia getting pummelled with snow.”

“I seem to recall you being buried in snow by your wife and son on Instagram. I think it even had the caption hashtag ‘snow daddy’” Liam countered.  

“But I am not the king.”

“Dieu merci pour ça,” Kiara said as she joined the two men. “The last thing we need is a grumpy monarch who would spend an alarming amount of the GDP on whiskey.”

“I am not a grump.”

His best friend raised his eyebrow and his wife side-eyed him.  

“I am not!” Drake defended.  “I like fun.  Woo. Fun. Good times for all.”

“But you are my dear, and I love you anyway,” Kiara added with a kiss on Drake’s cheek.

“You’ve got to now.  You’re stuck with me.” Drake kissed her on the lips.

“Guess I am... Snow Daddy.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

Zuri ran up to his father, his footie pajamas slipping on the hardwood floors. “Can we do sock slides with Uncle Maxwell?”

Henri, Drake and Kiara’s son followed closely behind. “Yeah, can we?”

“What did your mother say?”

“Ask your father.”

“Did she now?  Well, I guess I do not see the immediate harm in this.” Liam reasoned.

“They would be with an adult,” Kiara added.

“You are calling Maxwell an adult?”

Henri held onto his father’s leg.  Drake saw his own eyes peer back at him as he pouted his mother’s lips.  

“Please,” the child begged with a lip quiver.

Drake sighed, “Fine.”

“Yes!” Henri cheered, his pout vanishing.

“Sock slide contest with Uncle Maxwell!”

“He has all the best tricks.”

Henri and Zuri ran off in search of their fun uncle, leaving the adults to themselves.

A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks.  Liam and Drake picked up tumblers of scotch while Kiara’s had non-alcoholic Lythikos eggnog. She and Drake were expecting their second child, so that meant no wine for her.  This led to a discussion about adjusting from one child to two.  Liam did not have much to offer in that discussion since he and Halle went from zero to two in one go.  

Halle had Ash for most of the night.  He didn’t do well with spending long periods of time with the nanny or with lots of new people in the house.  With all of the strangers in the house, Ash was especially clingy.  Any time she would put the child down to have him play with the other children, he would throw a tantrum that could only be calmed by a mother’s love.  Eventually, the stimulation became too much and Ash tired himself out.  Now Halle was free to actually enjoy the party that she planned.  

Heading towards the great hall where everyone was, she was intercepted by Bastien.  

“Your Majesty, we have a situation in the kitchen.”

“Liam!”

Bastien held his hands up.  “No-no, it’s not your husband, it’s your son.”

“What happened.”

“We can walk and talk.”

Halle entered her kitchen to find Zuri and Henri passed out by an half-eaten chocolate cake.  

“Zuri!”

“Mamma?” The boy sleepily responded.

“How did you get here?”

“Well we were feeling sleepy and Uncle Maxwell said that if we eat a lot of sugar we can stay awake until midnight.”

“Like the grown-ups,” Henri added.

“Well, how grown up do the two of you feel?”

Zuri groaned, “Well being a grown-up means being tired.”

“My tummy hurts.”

“I bet it does.”

Halle wiped the chocolate frosting smeared on the boys' faces, then put the chocolate cake in the fridge.  While wiping down the counter, she saw a sight that made her stop in her tracks.  Her eyes scanned the liquor cabinet and landed on a full bottle of her favorite, Hennessy Pure White.  Halle smiled.  I am gonna make my way back to you, beloved, she thought to herself.

Halle motioned for Bastien to grab Henri while she grabbed Zuri.  In Zuri’s room, she changed both of them out of their cake soiled pajamas and into clean ones and put them to bed.  She sent Kiara a text letting her know where her son was.  As soon as both boys were sound asleep in their beds, Halle beelined back to the kitchen.  Once there, she found the Hennessy Pure White that was flirting with her earlier.  

“Come to Mama!”

Halle made herself a quick, but potent island punch and rejoined the party upstairs, drink in hand.  

Later on that night a little closer to midnight, Liam was looking for his wife to have a moment alone but had not seen her since she made him hold Asher for a quick bathroom break.  There was a tug on his pant leg.  He looked down to see Lilah trying to get his attention.

“Ready for bed?” He asked picking her up.

She slowly shook her head.  “No. I will make it to midnight like the grown-ups.”

“You do not have to.  If you feel tired, I can tuck you in.  I am sure Zuri is already asleep.”

“I’m okay, papa,” she said before stifling a yawn.

“Let’s go find mamma though.”

“Mamma is over there.”

The room fell quiet as Liam turned his head.  Hana was in front of the baby grand piano while Halle laid atop it.  Halle perked up when Hana started to play the opening bars to a song.  Liam was familiar with the melody, but couldn’t grasp the words or the name.  Then he heard it.

“I believe the children are our future…”

Lilah buried her head in the crook of her father’s neck.

“No, mama, no,” she whined covering her ears.

“Teach them well and let them lead the way.  Show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.”

Hana giggled as Halle drew out that last note but continued her flawless playing.  

“Give them a sense of pride….”

“You have lost all of yours, Halle,” Drake mumbled to himself.  “Question is which bottle of Hennessey took it.”  

Kiara smacked her husband hard on the chest.  He responded with a shrug and finished off the finger of scotch in his glass. Liam moved towards the front of the room holding their daughter, not only to get a better view of the show but to be ready to intervene if things went downhill.  

Halle slid off the piano and approached her husband and daughter, continuing to sing.

“Let the children's laaaaaaaaughter remind us how we used to beeeeeeee.”

She booped Lilah on the nose.  Lilah snuggled into her father more.

“Every–”

“Everybody's searching for a hero,” Maxwell sang joining the Queen.

Halle strode to his side and whispered, My time to shine.

Maxwell whispered back, Sharing is caring.

“People need someone to look up to, I never found anyone who fulfilled my neeeeeeeeeds,” He continued.  “A lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on meeee.”

Not being one to be outdone or overtaken, Halle cut back in, raising her voice. “I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows.”

Maxwell roared back, “If I fail, if I succeeeeeeeeed, at least I'll live as I believeeeee.”

“No matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignityyyyyyy!” Halle sang back, dramatically pointing to her chest.

“The greaaaaaaaatesssssst love of allllllllll–” Maxwell sang.

Halle turned to face him, “Is happening to meeeee!”

Maxwell stepped closer, “I found the greatest love of all, inside of me”

“THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL–”

“IS EASY TO ACHIEVE!”

They both stopped for a moment.  Hana stopped playing once she saw that they went silent.  They stared at each other.  Maxwell was red in the face.  Halle had developed some sweat along her hairline.  When the moment could not get any tenser, they broke down and started laughing.

“Learning to love yourself,” they sang in unison,  “it is the greatest love of all.”

Everyone in the room applauded the impromptu performance.

Maxwell and Halle embraced.  Halle held him close and whispered, we will talk about you leaving my son alone with a sheet cake later.  Maxwell gulped and smiled nervously while everyone applauded.  Hana stood from behind the piano and joined the two of them.  They linked hands and took a final bow.

Halle joined Liam and Lilah.  She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead as she continued to rest on her father’s shoulder.  

“You wanted to drop the mic and say ‘Sexual Chocolate’ so bad, didn’t you?” Liam whispered.

She let out a disappointed sigh, “No need to rub it in.” He rubbed her back soothing her mild disappointment.

“Oh my God! It’s almost midnight!” Savannah shouted from across the room.

Everyone counted down the final moments of the year.  When the clock struck midnight, the first minute of the new year was filled with the sound of applause, champagne poppers, party horns.  Couples kissed.  Bottles of champagne were opened with loud pops and served to everyone.

Lilah perked up a little during the commotion but quickly returned to sleeping on Liam’s shoulder.  He and Halle brought her to bed before returning to their guests.

The party went on for a little while longer after that and when it was finally over, Liam and Halle were finally alone in the Royal Chambers.  They were in their bed, still awake, despite the long party.  Liam pressed his forehead against Halle’s.  

“Happy new year, my love.”

“Happy new year, my king.”

His hand cupped her face as he dipped down to kiss her.  She pressed herself closer to him returning it.

“We didn’t sneak off during this party to have any time to ourselves,” Halle commented.

“We are alone now.”

“We are.”

Liam yawned, “Want to raincheck in the morning.”

Halle nodded, “Yeah.”

With that, they began the new year the way they planned to spend the rest of their lives, together, in each other’s arms.  

[chockfullofsecrets]

Class 1-A vs. Tickle Might: Part 1

<< Prologue (in case you’re wondering what’s going on) :: Part 2 >>

(A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who offered their kind feedback, especially @gigglingknight ! 2.7k words and 4 kids - Mineta’s not getting back up again - down, 16 to go! Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think - favorite scene, constructive criticism - your feedback will keep me awake at night to write part 2!)

The forty combined eyes of class 1-A were locked on All Might as he leapt gracefully from the wall of the training grounds, passing overhead and descending in a lazy arc into the mock city before them.

“He moves like a missile,” Momo said thoughtfully. “You would think such a big person would be less aerodynamic.”

Other students were less calm. “He’s gonna kill us all!” Mineta yelled. “I won’t get to enjoy my summer break at all!”

Hagakure clung to Ojiro’s arm. “Guys, I bet Aizawa-sensei sent him to beat us up before training camp. He probably thinks we won’t cause as much trouble if we’re all in full-body casts!”

Ojiro laughed, but he too was looking at the cluster of buildings in obvious dismay. “All Might’s the number one hero, he wouldn’t just indiscriminately fight us. I think.”

Even Aoyama’s sparkle was a little dimmed, his eyes wide in alarm behind his visor. “Mon dieu, didn’t you see what he did to Bakugou and Midoriya? His smile was as twinkling as ever, but… it was scary!”

“And he’s at full strength this time,” Satou added, his big lips pursed.

Those of them who were afraid edged closer to one other, clutching at armor and fabric and hands as if hoping they would fuse together into a single pro capable of taking on the Number One Hero. A select few, though, prepared to rally.

“It’ll be all right, guys!” Deku was smiling. Of course he was. “There’s a lot of us, and we have more experience using team attacks now! I’m sure we can impress All Might and Aizawa-sensei!”

Iida frowned. “Won’t it be easier for him to find us if we all stay in a group?”

“Maybe, but I feel safer with you guys!” Sero said.

“Yeah!”

“Let’s come up with a plan!”

A familiar snarl filled the air. “You extras can plan all you want!” Bakugou announced. “I’m going to face him head on! The only thing that would make me surrender is having to listen to you idiots for another minute!” He spun on his heel and stalked off, quickly disappearing behind the piles of concrete.

Kirishima grinned. “Guess I know what I’m doing, then.”

Mineta howled. “Just let him die! He’s really annoying! And if you get caught in the crossfire between him and All Might there’s no way you’ll survive.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but I can’t just let him go in alone! And besides, what could be a manlier last sight on Earth than those two going at it?”

“I’ll come too,” Mina said, bouncing up and down on her toes. “I want to watch! And maybe I can get some surprise attacks in with my acid!”

The two of them headed off together after Bakugou, cheerily waving a goodbye to the rest of the group. Kaminari waved back at them like it was the last he would ever see of his two friends. Jirou scoffed and turned to look at the two planners left in their group. “Let’s call them the distraction, then… Momo, Midoriya, do you guys have any ideas?”

Bakugou’s arms throbbed inside his gauntlets.

The wounds from his finals match had been healed by Recovery Girl  - the old hag had been surprised that he’d been hurt so bad, even though Deku was in the next bed over with a shitty bruised spine, as if he wasn’t just as dedicated to winning even if it means shattering every bone in his damn arm – but the memory of just how much it hurt was still in there.

He almost wished Kirishima was here to guard his back. Shitty Hair could take a punch, at least. Maybe even one of All Might’s. But he didn’t need him to win. All he needed was the chance to get in one good blow of his own this time –

A sound behind him. He whirled around, one sweat-filled hand slinging behind him with even more force. As soon as he could see his target, he would –

Something closed around his wrist. A sudden jerking sensation as his arm was pulled upwards, and the explosion seared harmlessly into the air.

All Might was holding him suspended by one hand. Like a freaking ragdoll. “Ah, young hero! I might have expected you to come face me head-on.”

Instead of replying, he tried to blast the man with his other hand. It joined the other above his head just as quickly, held in that same massive grip. “What are you doing? DON’T RESTRAIN ME, YOU SHITTY – let me fight, old man!”

All Might propped his free hand on his hip. “A brave face, huh? You must really want a rematch. I think your sleeveless uniform’s really going to put you at a disadvantage in this round…”

He cocked his hand, fingers spread stiffly for a grab or chop, and Bakugou wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t, but that didn’t keep his body from flinching, a fruitless attempt to protect himself from the painful blow.

His captor paused. “Young Bakugou, are you – are you frightened of me?”

“No.”

He lowered his arm enough for Bakugou to get his feet on the ground – still up on his toes, but at least he wasn’t hanging there like a sack of meat. “My boy, I must say that I’m very sorry about the end of our last battle. I wouldn’t have stopped you so forcefully if I didn’t think you were about to seriously injure yourself.”

“I’m not fucking afraid, okay? Just hit me already so I can hit back.”

All Might looked unconvinced. “Ah, that’s… good, young hero! Such an indomitable spirit!” His smile grew impossibly wider. “Besides, you won’t come to any harm today!”

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck are we here to do, talk each other into submission? And what do you mean, I’m at a disadvantage because my uniform doesn’t have sleeves?”

“Ah, yes.” All Might cocked his hand again. His fingers were wiggling this time, and somehow this spiked Bakugou’s apprehension in an entirely different way. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He’d never put much thought into a costume redesign, but as All Might’s evil hands came in contact with his bare armpits he decided that he needed more armor. Immediately. “W-whahaHAT! THE HEHEHELL?!” His palms were sparking uselessly into the sky, face bent into a helpless grin, and shit he was glad that none of the others in his class were here right now.

It was a relief, almost, not to be thrust into another bloody fight with his hero, but that didn’t stop him from kicking and screaming bloody murder, still on his tiptoes as he strained for some leverage to protect himself. All Might was chuckling. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile, young Bakugou! A very good imitation of my trademark, but perhaps we can do better!”

“NOHO – nowecan’t – AHAHA!” His entire torso was helpless under the attack, and his face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

All Might let him down gently, giving one last triumphant laugh as he patted Bakugou on the back. “An admirable effort, my boy.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he mumbled into the ground. Was he still grinning? He was, like an idiot. He was an idiot. This was terrible.

Footsteps skidded into the street. “Bakubro, we heard you screaming – laughing? – oh shit, he’s here-”

Bakugou forced his head up. Kirishima and Mina. They’d probably followed him in.

He snorted. “You’re next, morons. Better run if you’re ticklish.”

They’d worked three-quarters of the way through a plan involving Sero’s tape (just. So much tape), Tsuyu’s mucus secretion, and a titanium bondage set from Momo when an explosion roared through the air.

“Kacchan,” Deku gasped. His theory was confirmed when the explosion died down only to be replaced with cursing at only a slightly reduced volume. And then there was the screaming.

“Such darkness,” Tokoyami intoned. “It will swallow us all.”

The screams continued, Bakugou sounding truly desperate. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

Mineta fainted.

The racket tapered off at last, All Might’s laugh echoing tinnily in their ears as they all shivered. “Do you think he’s still alive?” Uraraka whispered. “Man, this is scary.”

Deku’s mind raced. The other students were thinking frantically too, but he had two pieces of information that no one else knew.

The first: In all the videos he’d seen of All Might, he’d never heard of him making a villain beg for mercy. All Might preferred to harm the villains he captured as little as possible, making it easier to the police to detain them without having to provide medical treatment and having the added effect of minimizing property damage.

The second: He’d grown up with Kacchan, who had never been in the habit of screaming in anything other than rage. The only thing that had ever made him howl like that had happened when they were little, and it was – it was –

Oh.

“Midoriya’s about to faint,” Todoroki said.

“Deku?” Uraraka shook him. “What’s going on?”

He swallowed. “We need to split up and hide. Now.”

The class looked at each other in alarm. If even he couldn’t maintain his determination…

They were all going to die.

“We’re not going to die!” Mina gushed. “This is so fun! This is fantastic!”

She and Kirishima were sprinting away from All Might as fast as they could, taking corners at random in hopes that they would lose him. “Yeah, if we can make it back to the others, they’ll definitely be less scared!”

“Are you certain of that, young hero?”

They both skidded to a stop, but Kirishima still crashed into All Might’s massive chest and rebounded onto the ground. Mina shot past them both with a shriek. “All Might!”

The man crouched over him. “I was surprised not to find you with your friends, young Kirishima.”

“We were trying to find Bakugou,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Mina and I are really bad with directions though, so we got lost until we heard him screaming.”

“It seems you arrived at the perfect time to become my next victim,” the hero intoned, and wow that smile was the most ominous thing he’d ever seen now.

“I – haha –“ Kirishima spluttered, before remembering that he had a quirk. “Ha!” he exclaimed, activating his quirk and feeling immensely relieved as his skin hardened to a rock-like texture. “There’s no way you can tickle me now!”

“It will be more difficult,” All Might mused. Suddenly, he yanked one of Kirishima’s boots off. “I wonder, do your palms and soles harden as well?”

Kirishima, who’d had his quirk for all of twelve years, suddenly couldn’t remember. He glanced frantically at one of his hands and mentally cheered. “Ah, they do.”

All Might frowned, as much as he could frown. “If all your skin hardens, it’s pretty surprising that you can move at all…” Taking Kirishima’s foot gently in his hand, he rotated it right and left. “If this works, then…”

Kirishima felt something brush against his ankle, and without thinking, snickered at the ticklish sensation.

All Might’s grin came back in full force. Hesitantly, Kirishima offered him a weak smile. “Uh… maybe I just have a really cool quirk… and tickling definitely won’t work on me?”

Turned out, his ankles were traitors. A few scratches from All Might and he was already giggling frantically, his other foot drumming against the ground as he tried to roll over and crawl away. Even worse, as he lost focus his quirk began to waver, and despite his effort of squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will the laughter away he could feel his protective shell softening around him.

“Not so tough now, young hero,” All Might teased, and Kirishima groaned internally at the joke as his torture became a thousand times worse. The soles of his feet, the soft skin behind his knees – even squeezing his calf produced a new wave of laughter from him.

He couldn’t take it. No wonder Bakugou had been collapsed on the ground. “Mihihina…. MINA, HELP!”

A pair of pink arms wound themselves around All Might’s neck – Mina, jumping on his back. “Hi! All Might-sensei, can I go next?”

The tickling eased up a little as All Might turned his head to smile at her. “You know, my girl, this is technically a test.”

She pouted. “I know, but… tickling! I already failed my practical anyway, so I’m sure I’ll have to take the remedial classes. I might as well relax and have some fun while I can instead of running! Right, Kirishima?”

Panting, he considered this situation. This was definitely more fun than a fight, and it was really nice after the nightmare of preparing for finals. “Heh… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I can hardly refuse such a polite request,” All Might proclaimed grandly, “but first, I need to hear a surrender from young Kirishima here!” He reached a hand up to scratch at Kirishima’s ribcage, the boy squeaking as he tried to bat it away.

“I could help,” Mina offered slyly.

“No, yOU CAHAN’T!” Two pairs of hands hovered over him, Mina reaching over All Might’s shoulder with her evilest grin. “Wait, wait, I give!”

All Might roared with laughter, offering Kirishima a hearty embrace as he wobbled to his feet. “A smart decision! She’s very determined!”

He glared half-heartedly at Mina, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “I’m going to get you for this.” He turned to All Might. “Do we get to watch the others?”

“You do have to leave the training ground. However, your Aizawa-sensei’s in the evaluation room. If he permits you to enter, then you can watch with him!”

“Cool! I’ll see you there, Ashido.” He looked around. “Which way is the exit again?”

As he left, Mina prepared to jump off All Might and take off – she felt like running at least a little bit, after seeing how wrecked Kirishima looked. But before she could so much as loosen her grip, All Might spoke in a decidedly villainous voice. “Well, young Ashido, this means it’s your turn now.”

He grabbed her uniform and yanked, and the next thing she knew she had tumbled over his shoulder and straight into his arms with a surprised shout. He dropped to the ground, cross legged, and released her unceremoniously into his lap. “Wow, you move… really fast, sensei!”

All Might chuckled. Evilly. “You said you wanted to relax, young hero? Perhaps you’d like a massage?” His fingers dug into the muscle at the back of her shoulders, and she found herself squealing with laughter as they hunched up instinctively. “Hm… you don’t look very relaxed. Maybe a different technique?” Said technique was a light massaging of her ribcage that had her curled into a shaking ball, giggling her head off. “This seems a bit harsh… are you really having fun, young Ashido?”

“Yehehes!” she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. “Lohots of fun!”

His breath stirred her hair as he huffed with laughter. “All right, then.” He continued happily, paying special attention to her neck when he discovered that tickling her there produced actual cackles. She lasted for nearly three minutes before slapping at his hands and gasping breathlessly for mercy.

All Might waited until she caught her breath to move, standing them up together. She jumped onto him once more, offering him a hug from the front this time. He returned it slowly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. “You’ve had your fun, young Ashido! I hope you’ll apply as much dedication to attaining mastery of your studies!”

“I will”, she promised, climbing to his shoulder and somersaulting off to the ground. “Thanks a lot, All Might-sensei! It’s really nice of you and Aizawa-sensei to do this for us!”

He had to point her in the direction of the exit as well. She left with a cheerful smile, and he smiled in return as he cracked his knuckles.

Time to find his next target.

[jadewritings]

You're More Than That part 3

Author's Note: OOOOHH MA goodness is it hot in here or what 😩😩

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1, 500

Warnings: Language, SMUT, Masturbation, Fingering, gangs (let me know if there’s anything else)

Summary: An ex of yours drives you away. But, in doing so, you’ve stumbled upon something much more dangerous. You must decide whether to be on the streets and on the run or with the most dangerous of them all.

After Sam left you'd sat on the bed and thought to yourself for a while. What if you didn't make it out alive? What if you did but you had to stay here and be their slave or something? Or even worse, you made it out and had to continue running from Daniel?

At least staying here, they hadn't hurt you (physically) unlike if Daniel had gotten his grubby hands on you.

Standing, you grunted in pain when your spine cracked. Sounds worse than it was but you figured a nice steamy bath would settle your aching body.

You opened the bathroom door and took a good look this time. Black marbled flooring along with white walls painted with flowers that connected by their stems flowed from one side to another. In the far right corner was the bath tub, all on its own with a separate shower on the other end. The toilet was just left to the doorway along with a two sink counter in front of it.

You sighed, ready to feel the hot water around your body as you stripped of your clothes. You turned the bath knob all the way up and noticed the bottle on the counter. You grabbed it, poured it in and shook the water to create bubbles. A bubble bath that smelled like watermelon was perfect.

Carefully and slowly, you put on foot into the tub, letting your skin get used to the scalding water. Soon, your were able to sink down till your neck was just above the water.

For the first time in weeks, you were able to relax. Your eyes fluttered closed and your mind began to wander to things that might not have been so appropriate given your situation.

But that didn't stop the things from getting more... intricate. You thought back to when Sam held the towel up to cover you so you could get changed. Then, your mind began to come up with different senarios. How, he could have thrown you in the car and taken you right then and there instead of politely looking away. How, when just a few minutes ago, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, you thought that it could be put to use in very pleasurable ways.

Wait - why were you thinking of Sam? You were supposed to be relaxing, taking a soothing bath. Then you thought of the words that Dean had said to you before Sam interrupted, "And maybe even love me."

Thoughts of having both Winchester brothers bend to your beck and call ripped through any other thought and now, you couldn't control anything.

Your hands began to massage your thighs, slipping even lower until they lingered over your cunt. You gasped softly, imagining it was Sam's hand, running through the water and playing with your clit. He would bring his thumb down on it and press hard until you were begging him to fulfill your every need.

He would then take his index and middle finger and slip them inside of you, pumping it slowly while your walls clenched around them. The need to have more beginning to make you moan.

As Sam's finger would work you, you could feel Dean standing behind you, smirking at his little brother. He would grab your breasts and knead then while one hand pinched and pulled on your nipple, making both of them harden.

"Faster, Sam, please. I need more." You moaned. It was said smoothly, laced with the hunger and desire to release.

You were so close and Sam's fingers went faster and faster. And the more Dean played with your breasts, the more you could feel the coil in your stomach come close to snapping.

Finally, your own fingers brought out the fantastic release. You shook and moaned, the water moving with your swaying motions.

"Well, that was better than any other time I've had to masturbate." You spoke to yourself, looking around the bathroom. Your eyes landed at the bottom of the closed door. You saw a shadow pass and your heart almost leaped out of your chest. Had someone been listening? If so, who?

Now that you had taken a bath, granted, you didn't want to ever get out, you got dressed and pulled on a light purple sweater and some blue jeans.

Suddenly, you heard a commotion down stairs. It was obvious that they were arguing and it didn't sound pleasant. You made your way through the halls, passing several rooms guarded by many men, and down some stairs until you stopped in the door way of the living room.

There, you saw Sam, Dean, and Cas as well as some people you didn't recognize, including an old man that had some features similar to Sam and Dean.

"Look, Sam, just hear Crowley out."

"Oh, and you trust this guy more than your own son?!" Sam looked frustrated and angry. Very angry.

Crowley interrupted them, "You may still have Meg's trust but I never trusted you! You hurt my sister and picking up a waitress in the middle of the night isn't helping your cause!"

Crowley pulled out a gun and aimed it at Sam. For some odd reason, you felt the need to protect Sam. You ran forward and stood in front of him.

"You wanna kill him, you'll have to go through me!" Your heart was pounding and the room quieted around you. All you could focus on was the gun pointed at your face.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" Sam whispered into your ear, his hands placed on either side of your hips.

"I don't know to be honest, I just sort of did it." You whispered back.

"Sam, who the fuck is this?" The older man yelled across the room. He'd taken a few steps toward the Crowley man in the process.

"Crowley, get your piece out of Y/N's face." Sam spoke with caution.

"So, this is the famous Y/N?" Crowley lowered his gun. "I don't mind sticking another 'piece' in her face if you know what I mean." Crowley smirked and you grimaced.

Behind you, you heard Sam growl, along with Dean. Sam moved you to the side, now facing Crowley head on. You wanted to say something but he had a gun that he didn't seem to mind using at a moments notice.

"Look I don't want any trouble." You said.

"Neither did I but yet here you are." He smirked once more, eyeing you up and down.

"I-I didn't mean to intrude so I think I'll just take my leave now." You stepped away but Crowley circled you like a vulture.

"I get what you see in her, Moose. She's quite the eye candy."

Your heart sped up a little out of fear. Sam instinctively stepped a bit closer, "That's enough now, Crowley."

Sam was about to grab your arm but Crowley beat him to it and had your back against his chest in an instant, his gun to your temple.

"Ah, ah, ah, Sam. Since you broke my sisters heart, I think you can repay me by letting me keep your little pet. Not so bad a deal, ey? I'll keep the peace pact and we can all go on our merry way."

You were scared to say the least. Crowley roughly sniffed up your neck. It didn't feel right and you wanted to run and vomit but you couldnt. Sam looked conflicted.

"You might want to take him up on his offer son. We need this. We can't have another war between the families again." His father spoke up after staying silent the whole time.

"Pop, do you really want an alliance with this guy?! He's trash, pure and simple!"

Sam's dad's nostrils flared, "Don't you dare disrespect me! How dare you act like this when peace hangs in the balance! You don't get to decide the future of your family out of pettiness!"

Sam's jaw clenched and he looked away. Clearly his dad's words had meaning behind them.

Crowley continued, "It's clear that Sam doesn't want to marry Meg. So in exchange, I'll keep Y/N and we can go on as we were. Peace in tact."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam scoffed.

"It may be worth considering, son." Sam's dad looked at him with determination.

"John ain't wrong boss." Cas spoke up.

John, Sam's dad, added, "Think of all the blood we wouldn't have to spill anymore. Not one drop."

"You might want to go with them, Moose. It's a good deal." Crowley said, he dropped the gun from your temple but kept a tight grip on your arm.

You looked at Sam. He seemed to be considering it. Which worried you.

Sam looked to his father who nodded, "You know what to do son."

You tried to speak, "Sam, look, I -"

"Shut it Y/N! Let the man think!" Cas yelled at you.

Sam looked at you with that familiar sadness and you pleaded with him with your eyes.

"Take her."

•Part 4•

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[allonsysilvertongue]

Anchor

Hello everyone! I was recently listening to Next To Me by Imagine Dragons and couldnt help but feel that this song is about hayffie so here you have it, a songfic! Just know that timeline is not in order.

Anchor

Something about the way that you walked into my living room Casually and confident lookin' at the mess I am But still you, still you want me Stress lines and cigarettes, politics, and deficits Late bills and overages, screamin' and hollerin' But still you, still you want me

Haymitch squinted.  The bright glare of the sunlight streaming through the curtain someone had clearly parted open was making the throbbing in his head worse. He tried to speak – to demand that the curtain be pulled shut – but his mouth was dry and he couldn’t form words. There was a cloud over his head, one he couldn't shake free to think.

He moaned instead, reaching out blindly to look for something – a blanket or cushion or a soiled shirt – to cover his face but his hand connected instead with something soft, warm and bony.

Haymitch blinked, trying to form coherent thoughts but it was a slow process. He glanced up and all the misery he felt vanished at the sight of her.

“Sweetheart,” he slurred and he was sure he was grinning.

She wasn’t. Her lips were pursed into a thin line and her jaw was set, but her eyes… She looked sad. His fingers that were curled around her ankle tightened.

“Haymitch,” she sighed, freeing herself from his grip. She stood over him and surveyed the mess he made. “This simply won’t do.”

Then just like that, she was going around his living room cleaning after his mess. She threw empty bottles into a black trash bag; she fluffed old cushions and arranged them on the sofa; she discarded dirty clothes into the hamper and plates into the sink.

He could only watch as she moved around with the familiarity and confidence of someone who knew where things should be and ought to be. When she was done, she returned with a glass of water and a pill to help with his headache and sat next to him on the floor with her back against the sofa.

“I do not like seeing you like this,” she told him.

He fumbled but managed to cover her hand with his own. Clumsily, he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, silently trying to temper her anger and soothe her.

“It’s who I am,” he shrugged.

“It’s not,” she argued. She shook her hand free to reach for her cigarette and lighted it up right there in his living room. “You need to learn to live.”

He chuckled.

If only it was that easy…

He felt lost after the war, as if he had no purpose. For years, his life had been building up to the Rebellion; to help find the right spark and when the spark turned out to be one of his charges, he vowed to protect her and the boy because they were his to protect. Now it was all over and he did not know the role he should play.

Haymitch figured that sooner or later, Effie would be tired of this; she would be tired of coming to Twelve to find him passed out somewhere with his house in a mess; she would be tired of having to clean so it would be habitable for the entire week that she was visiting; she would be tired of them spending the week, depending on their mood,  fucking and making love before she headed back to the City where she worked for President Paylor; she would be tired of waiting for him to tell her that he wanted something more instead of them acting as they were before the war; she would be tired of them arguing about inane things and her words falling on deaf ears.

He figured she would leave one day but he would always find her there, month after month after month.

Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground But still, I find you there next to me

She trusted him.

He knew that and yet, he couldn’t even secure a passage for her to District Thirteen. He was a fool to think that she would be safe here in the Capitol. He was a fool to trust Plutarch and his equally banal associate.

He should have trusted his gut.

Haymitch brushed her hair away from her face, taking in the pale skin blotched with various bruises, the multiple bandages covering her wounds and the cast on her ankle. She might never be able to walk with heels again and while he thought that was a small price to pay for being alive, he knew she would still be upset.

The hours ticked by and between running to check on Katniss, Peeta and Effie, Haymitch was exhausted. He didn’t realise he had fallen asleep on the armchair until he felt a weight settled on his laps. His eyes flew open and his breathing quickened, a thousand horrible thoughts crossing his mind.

“Stupid,” he muttered. “You know to never do that. I could have hurt you.”

She gazed up at him, looking helpless and loss.

Haymitch sighed but wrapped an arm around her and slowly, she rested her head on his shoulder. He had picked the smallest hospital gown for her and still, it hung off her frame. If that wasn’t evident enough of the tremendous amount of weight she had lost, he barely felt a thing even with her now settled on his lap.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

“Feel better this way,” she answered, pressing her cold nose against his neck.

He couldn’t understand how she could still seek solace from him when he had let her down and disappointed her. She was looking at him to pick up her shattered pieces and that thought alone shook him.

I got no innocence, faith ain't no privilege I am a deck of cards, vice or a game of hearts And still you, still you want me

“I’m a monster,” he spat in her face.

“So am I,” she retorted, standing her ground. “Do not come and tell me you have blood on your hands because I do, too. Do you want to see which one of us is the bigger monster, then?”

He stomped away, not that he got far because she grabbed his arm. He yanked it free.

Effie side stepped him to block his path, shoved him back against the wall and kissed him hard.

“You are a difficult and silly man,” she said, biting down on his lower lip. “But you are not driving me away with that drivel about being a monster. We are all guilty of something, Haymitch, but we are also loved by someone somewhere. Do we not deserve it?”

Was he deserving of that?

He didn’t know. All he knew right then was that his fingers digging into her waist would leave a mark tomorrow.

“I got nothin’, sweetheart. Nothing to offer you,” he managed say in between kisses. “I’m just an old drunk with no more faith for the future left.”

“You saved Katniss and Peeta. They lighted up the hope in you that you thought was long gone. Let me in, Haymitch,” she begged. “Believe in me, in us. We’ll teach each other to feel alive.”

He stared at her, this impossibly stubborn woman. She deserved far better and he couldn’t understand the reason she kept coming back to him.

Shared history, a voice whispered.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She had recently stopping wearing the wigs, and even if they were no longer some bright, obnoxious colours as they were before, he still preferred her this way with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She had let it grow over the months and she was beautiful.

“We need to get inside. Annie should be cutting Finn’s cake soon,” she sighed, stepping out of his embrace.

He lamented the loss of her warmth almost immediately.

But when she slipped her hand in his and tugged him forward, he followed. He should realise by now that despite the occasional self-loathing that he felt on bad days, it could never drive her away.

Oh, so thank you for taking a chance on me I know it isn't easy But I hope to be worth it

“Sweetheart?”

The house was quiet which shouldn’t be the case, not with two children in the house. Haymitch unwrapped his scarf and shrugged off his coat to hang them on the hooks by the wall that he had only put up two weeks ago after Effie’s nagging had become too much to bear.

He poked his head into the living room only smiled at the sight.

The eight year old Finn was sprawled on his back on the floor with the television still turned on to one of his favourite cartoons. Effie was curled on the sofa with little Willow Mellark tucked safely by her side.

That would explain the peace and quiet.

To get the children to take an afternoon nap was a difficult thing to do on his own but this was Effie so he shouldn’t really be surprised. She could accomplish anything she sat her mind to.

Depending on when they took the nap, he figured he would at least have another hour or so before one of the children wakes up.

He deposited the grocery on the kitchen counter and started on the snacks. He had prepared it with Effie a few times now to know what to do. When he was done, he brought the plates laden with cookies, fresh milk and hot tea out into the living room.

Haymitch kept away the toys, stack the books nicely on the coffee table and folded the blankets that he had used to make a fort with Finn earlier.

“You’re back.”

“Hey,” he greeted. He walked over to where she was slowly stretching to press a quick kiss on her lips, “cookies and milk for the brats, strawberry tea for you all on the table.”

“Oh, Haymitch,” she smiled. “I made you take the trip to Town -”

“I even cleaned,” he said proudly.

“Oh, you did!” she marvelled.   “And you prepared snacks for them all by yourself….”

“I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for you.”

“Is that so?”

“They’re lucky I’m fond of their grandmother,” he shrugged.

She laughed and pulled him down for a kiss to thank him for all his efforts. She didn’t have to, not when he should count his lucky stars to have her with him. Effie was always there in nearly every chapter of his life and his only desire is to make it worth for her.

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greetings friends (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ im jay and im excited to b finally making an obnoxious entrance .. Yea couldnt be more late but please (Softly begging) dont be a stranger. i promise to overwhelm u with ideas and headcanons about our characters eating pasta or arguing about who gets to eat the pink mentos ... Right ??? right. under the cut u will find a few pointers about my spiritual sage and i will post some possible connections tomorrow (although id be MOre than happy to brainstorm more). Also, dis klutz hasnt got a soulmate yet so if someone reads this and goes ‘yea cool’ ☺ .. here is ur chance ....... we can work magic ????? okay 

as per usual, if u would like me to im u about conspiracy theories or to plot summnnn bonito give this a HEart. Alternatively if u want to give mark the zucc or pity like, dats also welcome. Thank u

!!!!!!!! tw: death, depression !!!!!

kendall jenner + cisfemale + she/her — have you met sage hawke? they are a twenty-two year old furniture sales advisor known as the conundrum. a pansexual cancer, they are astute + attentive, as well as mercurial + phlegmatic. their soulmark is a olive branch behind her ear, and they can’t feel the emotions of their soulmate, who happens to look like any fc. // jay. 20. she/her. gmt.

❃ sage was born in berkeley, california in the back garden of a school bus turned tiny house to a pair of flower children that did not plan to become parents and underestimated just how much it would shift their otherwise, spontaneous lives. they were far from picture perfect, with their tendency to outburst and get stuck when things didn’t go their way. theyd often forget to pack sages breakfast or dress her in unmatched socks, leave her unattended, allow her to squeeze herself into places where she shouldn’t be.. they’d trip over pacifiers and forget to warm up the milk but they gave sage a warm place to come back to with muddy knees after repeatedly falling off the monkey bars and loving arms to fall into after someone made fun of her in elementary.. and she was the kind of person who wasn’t afraid to dig through dirt 

❃ her mother was delicate, she could never secure a real job.. she couldn’t be criticised, she took everything to heart and found it hard to open up to people.. she couldn’t be alone for too long and never slept with the lights off. she met sage’s father at the age of 19..from the moment they saw each other, it clicked. they were soulmates. he was 10 years older than her. He was a childish spirit that never grew up, he never took things too seriously and always had an alternative for any situation. He had a backbone that was able to support both of them emotionally, without him, Sage would have never taken her first breath in the first place. For him, it was always going to be okay eventually??? he was the one to sit sage down after she brought home a bad grade, he’d read her the bedtime stories and teach her her first guitar chords. her mother always looked up to what he would do and try to be the same, but it always felt staged, detached. like she never knew how to react around sage. Like she couldn’t grip her own struggles so, how could she begin to understand her daughters ... difference is, her father thought he couldn’t but he always tried. they balanced each other. around him, it was hard to believe anything could possibly get worse 

❃ but it did.. on her 14th birthday sage got a dog, a golden doodle that jumped with excitement at the sight of sage as much as she did at the sight of him. later that night, her father suggested they all go to a park to enjoy the first day with the new addition to their family and so they did. it was the first time, sage’s mother smiled so big it gave sage and her father goosebumps. he was playing fetch with the dog when pain pierced through his chest and bolted up his spine. in that moment, everything slowed down. sage felt her ears buzz and her sight get blurry, the moment she kneeled down in front of her father and begged her mother to call for help but instead, all she did was stood still. she screamed at the top of her lungs and tried dialling for help but realised, she was never taught the emergency number. she banged her fists against her father’s chest and begged for him to wake up, but it was just as though someone turned off his on switch. sage broke down, curled up beside her father and held the dog in her arms as though to repress his playful nature. the world turned grey that evening, the air felt denser. her mother was taken under care that day after she succumbed from witnessing her soulmates death... they had given her a couple of days before her light would turn off along with her soulmark. it was in these last days that sage learned more about her mother than ever. she learned that she was self conscious about motherhood knowing she couldn’t teach sage the qualities that mattered like resilience, courage and acuity. that she observed without interrupting, that she remembered every single detail of sage’s life more than she recalls her own. sage learned that her mother is where she inherited her tenderness and idiosyncrasy from, that her favorite flower is a blue bell and that sage was her happiest accident  

❃ to bury both of her parents at once wasn’t irrational to sage, it was what was ingrained in their destiny. if one soulmate dies, the other most likely follows. but although sage had remarkable understanding of the world for her age, she could never accept the fact that they were there one day and the next, they were gone. her father never finished teaching her guitar chords and her mother never ate her piece of sage’s birthday cake. how do you go on knowing you can’t go back and replay something in a way that feels tangible ?? how do you go on knowing you are all alone. who do you complain to?? who is there to live for??? ? it is hard losing both of your parents on its own and even harder to accept when you are old enough to make sense of it. seeing images everytime you try to rest that bring back all the pain, not being able to stop the tears from streaming down your face because everytime u do, you realise that with each passing day the memory of their faces becomes more blurry. the voices become ruffled in your brain as if theyre just a fragment of your imagination. you bottle up. you scream, you hit, you tire yourself out and try to shake the feeling off but it feels as though its ripping through your bones and leaving ulcers on your heart that pound in pain everytime you go back to the last time you’ve smiled and realising, you cannot remember. sage’s unapologetic demeanour  attracted the wrong crowd. she was the girl who would leave lipstick marks on necks and who’s voice could be heard at the other end of the hallway having an argument with her high school sweetheart. whoever it was that month. she was unapologetically eccentric, sloppy and unwell. but to this day, the people who really know her see her as an incredibly sensitive individual who deals with her issues hands on. who’s piercingly honest, sometimes too much. someone who is able to convey their vulnerability in ways that seem lunatic and astute all at once. she is incredibly tough, she’s able to force anyone look at themselves in the mirror, see themselves in a new light and turn their lives around. just as she is convinced she did

❃ sage was placed in foster care after her parents’ passing and due to her neurotic nature, was never a feasible candidate for adoption.. she worked as a waitress at the local diner owned by a family friend until they realised she was better off helping the chef in the kitchen, away from the customers that often walked right out the Moment sage graced their table JGRIEOGJEI When she turned 18, Sage was given a care plan and various locations where she could make her home. After spending a month, digging through job advertisements and applying to anything that didn’t require a college degree, Sage got one reply. It was an informal email requesting an interview for a furniture sales advisor in captiva island, florida. one of the places on the care plan list. She packed everything she could and moved to Captiva. the next morning, she arrived at the furniture shop and was greeted by a greying man with wood sand on his jeans and a lady with too much hairspray in her hair waving at her from across the counter. And the rest is HISTORY ???  from the moment they’ve welcomed her into their shop, Sage was overwhelmed with the same disorderedness she grew up around and the more she got to know the personalities of her new bosses, the more she learned to appreciate them. coming into work felt more like home than the place she had lived in, with freshly baked pastries ready for her to munch on at her break or a story to listen to in between the busy times. the more they knew sage, the more they allowed her to express her feelings about daily frustrations, accepted her random spurts of energy and understood when she needed a day off or two, or more. soon enough, the moments when she wasn’t at work, she was spending on their couch, looking through their albums of children that had left their nests and simpler times, when all they had to worry about was their curfew. they weren’t soulmates but they were best friends and didn’t let destiny determine their life. Sage looked up to them like no other, comparing their life to the tragedy of her parents’, convincing herself that chasing after your Soulmate, whoever it may be, isn’t worth the chance of risk at all. After working there for 4 years, Sage became like family to the owners of the shop and for her 21st birthday, they decided to gift her with their offering of parenthood. Later that summer, the Hawke family became sages legal parents

❃ i will post some questionnaire later to clarify her personality a little more but it’ll all come through her dialogue .. u know who she reminds me of ??? sophia from girl boss??? or tiffany from silver linings playbook?? shes painfully observant and a huge overthinker. she doesn’t filter her speech and oftentimes, she says things she should not on impulse. she’s neurotic, she’s erratic, she will pick petty fights and blow things out of proportion when you catch her on the wrong day. its like that lyrics thoUGH ‘when im happy oh god im happy??’ you will see it from the way her eyes crinkle and the ways she can’t seem to relax her body. every emotion overwhelms her.. she loves and she protecc until her knuckles bleed and she’s stubborn, she’ll never let you win the argument unless she loves u and she understands that u are probably way wiser than she is. Shes a klutz, she’ll trip over her own feet taking out the trash and spill Literally everything that isnt left empty. She likes little moments in life, the profound ones like that one time her friend let her drive his car even through she didn’t have her driving license or that one time her friend opened up to her even though they never do. She remembers all of those profound moments very clearly and holds onto them for dear life because to her, they are what matters .. Please plot w me if u got to this point because ... DAMNNN :’) u really read all det..... 

❃ why the olive branch ??? its understood to be a symbol of peace .. reconciliation. maybe they met it felt like an ice pack on a bruise ?? maybe they met each other and it felt as though there’s been some kind of a mistake, that they were nothing what they expected their soulmate to be ? maybe they even considered removing their soulmark because it felt so wrong that two polar opposites were meant to make things work?? it almost felt unfair??? maybe even the fact that they can’t feel the emotions of their soulmate can be linked to that .. because u know it would be harder to learn to love, platonically or romantically, someone who you cant easily understand? in addition to that, sage is not an easy person to deal with .. she’s erratic, she’s a know-it-all .. she overthinks like no other, shes easily irritated and explosive and she has always been quite cynical about the idea of a soulmate and it shows with how unwilling she is to share all of herself with a stranger.. a part of her written in destiny. Something shes convinced is ... fickle?? So yeah... an olive branch. For all the profound moments when it feels just right. For when the uncertainty fades away :-)

[iswearitoneverything]

LOVE YOU, MR. PILOT

This one goes out to @deztinywarriors

Pairings: Jake x mc (Kaira)

Plot: Kaira was tired of constantly being teased by her twin brother, Abel, when it came to her love life. Now that he could tell that his sister had eyes for Jake, he wasnt about to let her live it down.

Warnings: fluff, teasing, classic sibling taunting, daydreaming (I dont know if half of those things qualify as warnings, but there you go.)

ATTENTION: I highly recommend listening to Nat King Cole's "(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons" while reading this fic. That is all. 😘

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"Don't try and deny it, sis. I see the heart eyes bug out anytime he is near you."

"Oh? Like yours do when you see Estela?"

Your twin brother narrowed his eyes at you, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. His gaze shifted to where Estela was sitting, off in a corner by herself, furiously flipping pages of some folders she had found. He turned his eyes back to you and pursed his lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You scowled at your brother and then rolled your eyes at him before pushing passed him. You were in no mood for his attitude and ridicule, so now was the time to find somewhere to be alone. You wandered around the Celestial, finding someone in nearly every place you looked in. From the kitchen, the spa, the vip lounge, to even the wine cellar. One of your friends was in there, no matter where you went. It wasnt until you came upon the Ladie's Lounge that you were able to find some peace.

This was the first time you had actually stepped foot within this room, only knowing of its' exisitance thru Michelle's excited discovery of it a week ago. She went on and on about how this place was a perfect get away for girls, complete with access to the spa. You made your way around the lounge, surveying every thing it had to offer when your eyes caught sight of a small book, lying open upon the table as if it had recently been read. The layer of dust upon the pages suggested otherwise.

You moved over to the book and picked it up carefully, blowing off the top layer of dust and then brushed the remainder off. Your eyes fall upon the top of one of the pages and you discover that this is a book of poems. Intrigued, you turn the book over to view the cover and you confirm that it was infact a book of poems, love poems. The page that the book was opened up to had a poem entited "Love You, Mr. Pilot" and you were fooling yourself if you said your thoughts didnt rush to focus on him. On Jake McKenzie.

Your eyes slowly skimmed across the words, at how the words of love flowed like that of a gentle stream.

'Do you search for me in the clouds

Am I always in your thoughts

Always desiring to be here with me

Do I have your heart

Or is part of it still soaring up there'

Continuing to read on, you absent mindedly sunk down into the cushions of the sofa, bringing one of your legs underneath you.

'Being stranded on this land

Without you by my side

Makes me feel so incomplete

Do you feel the same

Or are you enjoying the flight'

As you read these words, you couldnt help but bite your bottom lip. It were as if this poem was made for you, as if it knew the deepest feelings of your heart. Having spent so much time with him, you knew that you were quickly, inevitably, falling head over heels in love with Jake. With your pilot.

Your attention is somewhat drawn away from the book in your hands, when you hear your friends' laughter echo down the hall. From the sound of it, they were all in the atrium once again, most likely having a small celebration of some kind. No doubt, Zahra and Craig had found some more booze stashed within the hotels' many secret rooms. You felt a pang of guilt, that you ought to go out there and join them, join your twin brother, but the feelings this poem were making you feel kept you rooted where you sat.

'Will you forever be lost to me

Up there in the heavens

Or will you stop running

Enough to feel and cherish

My neverending love'

Your heart began to bang against your chest, the words you read speaking volumes to you. You were completely unaware of someone standing in the doorway, their eyes trained on you and unwavering. It wasnt until they cleared their throat that you jumped and turned, wide eyed, toward the doorway. You were expecting to find your brother there, for him to find another reason to taunt you further. When your eyes met the pair of ocean blues that constantly plagued your thoughts and dreams, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Jake..."

You breathed as you quickly moved the book to the table in front of you and cleared your throat.

"What are you doing here? Everyone sounds like they're having a lot of fun, which most likely involves liqour of some sort?"

You said with a small smirk as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching as he then began to move toward you.

"Eh, not really in a party kinda mood."

You said with a small smirk as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching as he then began to move toward you. Jake kept his eyes glued to yours as he walked over, but then his eyes caught sight of something and his eyes lit up.

"Man, I havent seen one of these in awhile. My mom has one, it belonged to my granddad. Can't tell you how many times I've had to try and fix it for her."

He said with a sigh as he walked over to an old phonograph record player, the horn where the music played through was a beautiful rose gold. How was it that you were just now noticing this? It was clearly an antique. Jake ran his fingers over it softly before he then picked up the record and blew the dust off and read the title. A smile came to his lips and he set it back down, turning the machine on and gently dropped the needle down. His eyes moved to yours as the song began to play.

Nat King Cole. '(I love you) For Sentimental Reasons'.

A classic to compare to the phonograph and this room itself. The music was soft and comforting, it transported you back in time, when this song would have been at the top of the charts. You closed your eyes a moment, breathing in a content sigh. When you opened them you found Jake's hand outstretched toward you as you sat upon the couch. Your eyes glided along his arm and up to his face, he was giving you a sincere smile, instead of his characteristic smirk.

"Will you dance with me, Kaira?"

You stared at him silently, incapable of forming words. To give your answer, you reached up and slid your hand into his and his smile grew as he then slowly pulled you to your feet and into his arms. He moved you to the middle of the room and then wrapped one arm around your waist as the other held your hand and lead you around the floor in a slow flow of steps that moved in time with the music.

As the two of you dance slowly, your bodies just inches apart, Jake glances over at the open book upon the table.

"So whatcha readin?"

"A book of love poems, actually."

Jake smirked, giving a slight snort and then raised his eyebrow at you slightly.

"Was there one that stood out most? Made your heart flutter and all that?"

You lock your gaze with his and give a sly smile. Normally you would do all you could to avoid admitting you had feelings for him. But reading that poem gave you the courage to face your fear, so why not give him a hint? After all, who knew how much time you had left together on this island?

"Just one. It was titled, 'Love You, Mr. Pilot.'"

Jake's gaze had been on the book for a moment, but at your words he turned them to you and stared, his mouth slightly agape. As you were pressed against him slightly, you could feel his heart beat pick up its pace. Jake swallowed, his eyes gazing down into yours, as if searching for something.

"Any particular reason for that?"

He finally said, his voice softer than before as your dance began to slow and his arm around your waist began to press you more against him slowly. You knew that being pressed against his chest now, he was able to feel your heart racing as well.

"Take a wild guess, Top Gun."

The two of you had stopped dancing now, maybe even without realizing it. Jake's hands were pulling you closer and his eyes were gazing at your lips as he began to slowly lean in. Just as your lips began to brush against each other, someone's voice behind you caused you both to freeze.

"Ah-HA! I knew it!"

It was Abel. It was quiet for a moment and then you both glanced at each other, your faces still close as you spoke in unison, evident annoyance in your voices.

"Get. Out."

Abel stared and then cleared his throat as he began to shut the door.

"Uh...I think, uh...yeah Diego's calling me, um yeah. Ah...sorry.

He quickly shut the door and you could hear his hurried footsteps as he did his best to get away from any form of sisterly vengeance you might throw at him. You and Jake stood there, still holding each other close as the song continued its tune. Soon your lips finally made contact, your dance slowly beginning to pick up again.

-Voilà!

(I hope this was up to par with what you were requesting, @deztinywarriors ?

The poem belongs to no one really, I just made up what I thought sounded nice?)

TAGS: @mynameisntdaisy @jakenji-stan @jakexmc @xo-endlessmayhem-xo @endless-jake @fairydustandsarcasm @princessmckenzie @itsagoodluckkiss Sorry if I forgot to tag someone!

[wtf-is-jibea-writing]

Day 21 - Why is it forbidden to cross the stream in the forest

Jibs entry

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I’ve been hiking ever since I was young. My old man used to take me into one of his trips and along the way I picked up the hobby as well.

I just love the outdoors, the smell of wet leaves, the cold thin air, to being part of something that bigger than we could ever be. I dont have any crazy wild stories aside from the fun moments I had with the groups I’ve been with. And there’s not really a lot of rules to follow to get into it other than respecting nature as it is, being prepared with your gear, to know the basic survival skills, and nothing too out of this world.

All but one.

I remember the first time I went up a mountain with my dad, when you’re hiking you always stick to the path that has been set to avoid destroying anything else. But if I ever get lost, which is always a possibility no matter how safe you think you are, “You should never ever cross the the stream in the forest”

During a hiking trip when I was sixteen, I tagged along with my dad and his group as we went up for a good 2 day and 1 night trip, the usual. There was nothing too special about the place, by this time we’ve probably scaled hundreds of peaks together so you could say I was well versed by the this time. The only thing was that this mountain was for experienced climbers. And be as it may I was just enough experienced as it gets.

The mountain was beautiful during the day, the tress were swirling, the air was clean, the trail was so narrow that you probably couldn’t see if it was any darker than it is. We were crawling, scaling walls, trudging, but it was all fun. One thing that stood the mountain out from the rest of what we’ve been through was the amount of rivers and streams this place had. And virtually was the guiding point for our trail. I noticed my shoes got untied so I went down to fix it and stayed a bit behind from dad who was in front of me. But once I got up,

everything was quiet.

The swaying of the leaves that brushed my body didnt make any sound, the bugs stopped making any noise, and the sound of flowing water from the stream seemed to be non existent. I couldnt hear anything. Dead silence spread all around me as someone turned on the mute button to the surroundings. Other than that, there was a thick fog present around me that replaced that was once a clear sight, and the sky went gravely dim. There wasnt anyone infront or behind me. And I decided to blow my whistle for help. But as I reached for it, I saw a person. Right across the stream, it was a kid about 8 years old wearing a dyed out pink and white dress. She was just staring at me blankly. I called out for her and she didn’t respond to anything to what I was saying. I don’t recall having a little girl with us, let alone that she wasn’t wearing any gear fit for this. She could be lost, I thought; but did she get here? We were miles above sea level, and I wouldn’t have ever get to this point without my tools. I was covered in mud and dirt from all the walking but she, she looked as if she just got out the wardrobe and decided to take a walk through the woods. I wanted to help but she just kept looking at me blankly so I decided to go nearer. I remembered what my father said about not crossing the stream but this seemed harmless so I unlatched my bag and started walking through her. As i got closer to her, she seemed to start smiling. I thought that maybe she did wanted to get saved, but right about as I was to enter the water, something pulled me back. It was our guide. He scolded me and reminded me that I was to never cross the stream, by dad backtracked and caught up with us and he appologized. I tried to tell them why I did it but when I looked back to across the stream, the litte girl was gone. I thought I just gone crazy or I was dreaming or something. But that was odd and no one belived me. After that weird incident I stayed quiet the whole way. We eventually arrived at our campsite and by far it was one of the most beautiful places ive been through. The clearing was patched with grass, It was surrounded by hills all over, and at the end of the clearing was the source of all the streams and rivers we’ve been through, a waterfall. It was massive and beautiful at the same time at the base was a small lake connecting to the river and streams. I couldnt wait to go dipping unto it but the guide stopped me since it was forbidden. As much as I wanted to, something told me that I should listen. We setted up camp, had dinner and just breathed everything and everything nature had to offer. I would never get enough of this feeling. To be away from all the city fro just a single night and immerse into everything that the earth has to offer. I went out with my group and decided to spend some alone time near the waterfall. I sat on the edge of the lake and had my thoughts to myself. It was quiet. The type of quiet where your peace in the silence, with nothign but the roaring sounds of the waterfall and the crickets from the insects that lived among the trees. It was peacefully quiet until that peacefully quiet turned into eerily quiet. I didnt notice that by then, everything was silent as it was earlier. No sounds came off from anywhere that i could hear the ringing in my ears. Everything became dead silent once again, and the fog started to appear like it did. And then i saw her again, But she again was across the body of water. I cried out for help, trying to geth anyones attention for that fact, but as I looked behind, it was dark, nothing but a voided black to where my campsite was. I looked back to the little girl and she was staring back at me. I call out for her and she wouldnt respond. But I was determined to rescue this girl no matter what. So I did it went down and walked across the stream. The water cold digging under the fabric of my pants. I was shivering but i kept on going. The closer I got the wider and wider the little girls smile was. At the back of my mind, soemhting told me to go back, but I was too close to stop now.

I got closer and closer enough that I could make up her face, and that was when my heart dropped. This girl, this little girl was nothing ive ever seen before. Suddenly my knees felt week, I couldnt move, I couldnt scream, I couldnt do anything. I was frozen in place as the little girl in front of me turned into a creature I have never ever encountered in my life. As I was stuck, it started walking towards me. I was at the edge of the other end when I stopped, and my feet couldnt move. Like it was stuck under all the rocks and I just couldnt do anything. As it got closer it got bigger, and bigger until the shadow casting over me felt like it was taller than the trees.

Step

My heart started to raise

Step

I could feel my feet quivering

Step

It was a few feet away from me

Step

It was right in front of me.

#October #October2020

[avasilvugh]

So how do Lena and the kids handle things when Kara gets hurt from a fight with an alien or something?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH WELL

i mean when they’re little, the kids aren’t super duper aware??  and the adults around them keep a p good handle on everything when shit goes down so they usually remain p blissfully ignorant when kara gets hurt

like they get that kara has a sometimes scary job where she has to protect ppl but its like aunt maggie or aunt alex’s jobs and sometimes she walks in the front door moving a little stiffly and sometimes they have to go see her at the deo, sitting under these bright lights that make maia and finn feel a little weird, a little dizzy, a little powerful, and they hurt stella’s eyes (or maybe that’s not why there’s this heavy pounding at the back of her skull?  she’s so little, she doesn’t have words for it) but it doesn’t rlly.....idk sink in??

that said: lena is quietly a Wreck.  bc the kiddos respond to how she responds, she can’t rlly fall apart (not that she ever rlly did??  but she was able to cry abt it and drop everything to rush to the deo and fuss over kara) so she gets v quiet abt it, all hurried crying with the sink running, bathroom door locked.  she gets v good at hiding the evidence that anything is wrong 

one time, when finn is abt six or so and maia is four and stella isnt quite a year old, kara gets Hurt.  like big time, holy shit, lena we’re doing everything we can for her hurt.  and lena’s stretched so thin already bc kara’s been gone a lot in the week leading up to this, trying to catch this trio of aliens (one rozz escapee, two that got caught up in his schemes) bc they made a direct threat to that pretty luthor you seem so interested in, isn’t she married supergirl? so she just—she can’t imagine not being with kara at the deo but she can’t make their three little kids spend the night in uncomfortable chairs either and she’s exhausted and terrified bc for the first time in a long time she’s not like one hundred percent sure kara’s going to be okay??  and she can’t do this alone, she can’t raise their children on her own, this was always a partnership and she can barely keep them all on schedule for a week how on earth can she do that for the rest of their lives?

and god bless the superfriends, they all step the fuck up.  they’re all sick with worry, obviously, but these kids are still pretty sheltered, still dont have any idea of what their mother does, who she is, what she risks to protect them every day, and everyone pulls it together a little, just enough to take shifts with the kiddos.  

maggie takes mornings, gets finn and maia up and off to school, makes sure they have packed lunches and healthy breakfasts and sends lena little text updates, a picture every morning of the kiddos grinning in their carseats

james covers afternoons—winn picks the kiddos up and drops them at catco and listen, they love their uncle james to no end and he comes up with a million and one games for them to play.  cat usually emerges from her office at some point bearing sweets and the offer of cartoons on one of the many tvs on her wall

lucy flies in on the weekend and hosts a sleepover at her apartment in the city, promises that she’ll make sure they eat their fruits and veggies and then immediately gives them just about as much sugar as they can ask for.  they watch the incredibles and finding nemo and the aristocats (abt 37 times, lucy counted)

eliza stays at the house, helps take care of stella when lena needs to sleep.  she and alex understand The Most, and they stay the closest; eliza cooks meals and moms the hell out of lena and alex sits right next to her at the deo, squeezes her hand whenever she starts to cry and cries along with her

its not good and its not easy and those six days are the Longest of lena’s life but the kids dont even remember them rlly, just a hazy sort of fog of hanging out with their cool aunts and uncles and finn’s the only one that kind of remembers??  but he only rlly remembers kara coming home and them eating a lot of potstickers

UNDER THE CUT BC I KEEP CRYING UR WELCOME

it’s a completely different story when they’re older.  i would say the first Big Scary Moment comes when finn’s ~10, maia’s around eight, and stella’s just turned five.  stella only rlly remembers it bc emotion sort of sharpens all of her memories???  and there were a fuck ton of emotions happening

stella’s at a sleepover and maia’s at a girl scout overnighter and finn’s at a sleepover too (nice attempt at date night kara and lena, too bad evil waits for no happily married couple’s first night alone in months) and kara has to leave bc there’s something happening uptown and lena’s happy, a little warm from the wine and says something like hurry back and she turns on the news, bc she always does when supergirl has to save the day and it’s around six, so it’s the regular evening news and its on in just about every home in national city and the counselors at maia’s camp are watching just to kill time

so everyone gets to watch in hd as supergirl gets shot out of the sky in a hail of kryptonite bullets

stella’s hysterical, so’s maia (no one ever said the kids were any better at secret keeping than kara), finn’s the only one that rlly keeps it together long enough to fake a stomach ache and ask to call his mom to come get him.  lena’s numb, rlly, has to focus on keeping her voice steady when she’s got maia and stella on speaker, assuring them both that she’s on her way to get them, she’s just picked up finn

alex’s already had one of the break rooms near medical set up with cots and lena nearly cries then and there in relief, because she sure as shit isnt leaving the deo without kara and she sure as shit isnt calling a babysitter for her hysterical children, not when stella’s hanging onto her and maia’s tucked up against her side and finn, oh god finn’s trying so hard to keep it together, keeps looking at his sisters, keeps looking at lena and setting his jaw and he’s so much like kara it hurts for lena to see

kara’s in surgery for a long time, long enough that the kids eventually pass out.  they have separate cots, but finn asks lena to help him shove them all together and it makes a surface big enough for the kiddos to curl up together, stella sandwiched between her big siblings, finn’s longer arms just barely reaching over maia’s shoulder, keeping them all together and lena can’t sleep so she pulls up her cot as well and watches her children sleep, watches them draw their breath in sync, as a unit, and she’s not sure how long it is, but then alex is stepping in, exhausted, and she just nods at lena and it’s enough

stella must sense the mood shift bc she’s awake first, squirming to get free of the dog pile theyre in and waking her sibling in the process and then they’re all looking at lena, wide eyed, and it’s maia, the boldest of the three, that asks when can we see mama?

alex answers that she’s resting, that she needs to rest a little longer, but if they’re very quiet and very careful they can go in and see her right now and lena’s not sure if she’s ever seen her children so entirely subdued, but they shuffle into kara’s room very quietly and very carefully, lena just behind them and kara just barely blinks, just barely smiles at them before it all changes again, before stella’s whispering something in finn’s ear and finn’s nodding and asking alex if they can kiss kara and kara’s eyes are shining and lena’s very nearly openly crying

kara kind of cuts alex off with a hoarse c’mere kiddos, i feel like i haven’t seen you in a week and then finn’s wrapping his arms around stella’s middle and he and maia are bouncing off the ground lightly, floating over to kara’s side and their kisses are kind of messy, a little snotty probably, considering how much crying they’ve been doing, but it’s okay, it’s so much better bc kara’s laughing and smiling and sharing a look with lena when stella insists on putting bandaids on her bc you’ve got a lot of booboos mama

it changes as they get even older, obviously, as they get a better understanding of why their mom is getting hurt, and maia gets very angry with kara for a while bc she gets wanting to protect ppl, she gets being a hero, but what, are you just going to leave us?  

one time kara gets p hurt and maia storms out of the room when the family gathers around her and she wont talk to lena, wont talk to alex, and its against several warnings not to that kara gets out from under the sun lamps and goes after her.  it’s not an easy conversation, not by any means and maia’s angry at a a lot of things and kara’s only one of them, but she gets the brunt of it, gets the why don’t you ever think about us?  and the broken i don’t want you to die that comes after a fair amount of yelling and crying

kara doesn’t have a lot of answers that will satisfy maia, she knows, bc maia’s young still and hasn’t had much reason to see the good in people, doesnt have the same idealistic world view like finn, like kara, but what she lacks in solid answers, she makes up for in a hug that clocks in around twelve minutes at least and it’s not the end of the discussion, but its the end for now bc then maia’s remember that holy shit, my mom just got thrown through a building and is ushering kara back to the sun bed

finn’s so gentle, his heart just breaks every time kara gets hurt.  he cries for days in college once bc kara blows her powers in the middle of a fight and just keeps going bc back up wasnt coming and there were civilian lives at stake and he wanted to fly home to help, he wanted to, he wanted to so badly, but he couldnt, he was rooted in place watching the fight on the tv in the lounge, too afraid of the power he had to move

he feels a lot of guilt for that for a very long time, even after stella intervenes (she doesnt v often, only when she thinks it’s necessary) and kara talks to him, assures him there’s nothing for him to feel guilty for.  it takes years, rlly, for him to ever really forgive himself for not helping her, for not stepping in

mostly tho he steps in and fills the gap while kara’s down, takes maia to the demo room when her hands start shaking with rage, holds stella’s punching bag, stops by lena’s office when he’s on his way home from school to drop off a sandwich or salad or something just to make sure she eats.  bless him, he rarely confronts his own feelings about his mother’s second job, the risks she takes.  he can’t, you know?  they’re hard, difficult to handle, difficult to reign in, so he avoids thinking about it too hard until he’s forced it, then my sweet son just breaks down at the oddest moments, like in line at the grocery store or folding laundry or playing video games with his best friend.  just fucking sobs—its usually weeks after kara’s been hurt, and kara’s learned to be on the look out for him around this time, learned to keep half her attention searching the city for her son crying and when she hears it she just drops whatever she’s doing and goes to collect him.  they usually go get ice cream or maybe pizza, or sometimes take a walk along the pier.  sometimes kara will ask finn to teach her how to play whatever game he’s rlly into and she will act like she absolutely has no idea how to play it at first (even though she totally plays them)

and stella !!  stella, little stella always feels it the hardest, always takes her pain and grief and anger and fear and multiplies it, carries the weight of her family with her everywhere she goes.  even if she’s not watching kara fight off whatever evil is lurking in national city, she knows when it’s gone wrong bc lena always watches and the two ppl stella can feel the easiest, strongest, loudest are kara and lena.  she always feels it first

and then it’s agonizing hours of pain, wave after wave of horror and fear and it gets worse the more time she spends around her family—its always the worst from alex and lena, she gets flashes of what happened from alex, gets blood and the crack of bone, the echo of kara getting slammed into a wall or a truck or the pavement.  she gets these bits and pieces of horrible what ifs from lena, gets black suits and questions about kryptonian funerals.  it’s awful.  she doesnt want to be alone when its like this, but stella can hardly stand being around other people, like her own shit is hard enough to deal with, she doesnt need this too

she toughs it out every time tho, bc she’d rather live through it with them all, rather be right there when her mom wakes up than to be somewhere else.  her peace of mind isnt worth that much

eventually it spills over bc it has to, stella cant swallow these feelings forever.  it’s a few days after the latest scare and stella’s the only kid still at home, the only one that didn’t have to get back to school, so she’s spending the rest of her spring break on the couch with her mom while she recovers, while she recharges.  it’s fine one second, then kara gets up to get more popcorn or something and stubs her toe and since she’s still powerless, she actually winces and then stella’s thinking about it, thinking about how close they all came to losing her again and the thoughts and emotions sort of push their way into kara’s mind and stella knows the moment they do bc then kara’s stopped and is giving her this terrible, soft look

by this point, kara knows stella’s patterns like the back of her hand, knows that she wont talk about it until she’s ready, but that she’ll be ready a lot sooner now that kara knows what’s going on.  so she doesn’t say anything, just gets more popcorn and makes stella some tea while she’s up.  when she comes back to the couch, she pulls her daughter into a tight hug bc the sensory thing—that usually helps when she gets overwhelmed like this, too

i’m sorry you’re carrying this, kara tells her.  i’m sorry i can’t help.

stella nods.  i know

its almost enough to know that her mother would carry it if she could

[strawberryspeachy]

3 years ago my cat had kittens... i could still talk to my mom kind of.... and... things were ok aside from me being upset over some dumb boy

And i was thinking how i wanna go back. I miss my mom so much i want to go back. And was like. Well that wasnt a good time, a year before was better right?

Leading me to the reason why I was so miserable as a kid.

Look. Im a miserable person - i dont want to blame it all on one person but fuck man...

Everytime i think about times where i was happy, i realize SHE was the reason I WASNT.

Middle school - i had friends. I was smart. I liked school. I had hobbies and dreams. But i never wanted to leave school because i didnt want to come home. I didnt want to come home becauae of HER

I keep saying her like im talkig about my mom. Im not. Im talking about my great grandmother

I just sat here for 10 minites telling myself im stupid and making things up and making things out to be worse than they are.... i bet that thinking comes from her in all honesty

Thinking, “did she love me?” Now. I dont care. I dont miss her. Everytime i think about her its upsetting that i had her in my life... the only good thing i can ever say about her is “i know what its like to have a strict parent” THATS NOT GOOD. like fucking thanks for screaming at me every holiday to eat correctly. Now i know table manners. Thats all you did for me - while making me dread every fucking family dinner which aside from you was wonderful because my family used to be cool.

She ruined every holiday. She didnt want decorations. Were were gonna burn down the house. We were making a mess. We were being loud. She doesnt want this or that in HER HOUSE. She constantly chased everyone out the door because she NEVER had anything nice to say. The second she entered the room everyone made excuses to leave. When shed open her fucking creaking door the laughter would stop, smiles turn to cringes and wed all look at each other with the “welp the funs over” face

She was just so mean. You cant be happy because you’re not doing something she wanted you to do. Or you fucked something up. Theres some reason that youre supposed to be upset or concerned. BUT YOU CANT WIN THAT WAY EITHER - if youre upset - how dare you. You have so many good things you entitled undeserving brat. Fucking appriciate everything. The best way was some mixture where you smile but are ready to be pissed the fuck off in a moments notice. Cause if you wete more pissed off than she was the yelling was cut in half and mostly just her telling you not to give her that attitude - instead of a whole lecture on why you’re a fucking failure.

Everytime i think of a better time in my life. Its not even that much better because of that demon in my life. Constantly teling me shes gonna kick me out of the house. Constantly telling me im a burden to my mom. Constantly telling me im the reason for all her problems and saying that my animals were going to banrupt her.

The only thing i did well in her eyes was that i got good grades in school. She beleived my report card. Thats all. Pretty amazing that she could beleive that but thought i was too damn stupid to graduate college because there was a physical paper in front of her that she recognized

If i cooked or cleaned i did it wrong - if i didnt i should have

Why am i always at my best friends house?! “Her family doesnt want you there!!”

Why dont you play with your animals?!? Stop making noise playing with your animals!!

There was no escaping her. I broke my nose in a car accident and my friends mom took me for surgery. She came running out of the house to complain to my friends mom about how she could have taken me but i didnt ask her and im so awful - right after my surgery. Cause like why dont you want someone whose constantly bitching at you and telling you how shit you are to take you to a stressful surgery?

Conditional love... i already knew that... but its like the first time ive used it myself and havent just attributed the description.

She was my step - great grandmother. Shes all i ever knew but we werent blood related.

She loved my grandfather and my aunt and even my aunts two kids - the way family loves. She was still a bitch but she didnt disown them when they bugged her

The rest of us. Including my mom. Conditional love. Its not like she never did nice things. But she did expecting something in return.

Maybe shes why i dont like dealing with people im not allowed to say no to. Like i have such a deep seeded hatred for that relationship that the second i sense it i just refuse to deal with it again. You couldnt say no to her. You couldnt. If you said no to her about ANYTHING pack your fucking bags and get the hell out of HER HOUSE. that was her favorite two words. She needed my moms and grandfathers help and asked them to move in. But. We were guests in HER HOUSE.

I had some trauma as a kid that I probably would have gotten over if the happy family i knew before we moved to my great grandmothers stayed that way. But my aunt was always miserable. My uncle ran away as fast as possible. And my mom. A people pleaser. You know those old traditions where a man marrys and then he fucks off and does whatever he wants leaving his wife to serve his parents hand and foot. That was my moms life. He cheated on her and the demon made fun of her for everything, apparently constantly telling “dumb poloc” jokes. My mom cleaned everyday and cooked and took care of everyone and took care of our farm basically alone. I tried to help... i was a kid... and she was depressed. You wouldn’t know if you didnt really listen - which no one else in my family did.

And i looked at my mom everyday. I didnt really get it. All i knew was she was a wonderful kind generous happy - all around best human. And yet. Her life sucked. And she was sad. And i wonder if my mom would have been so sad if not for the demon...

My grandfather loved his mom.... but he used to never come in the house. My whole life. He was always out. The moment she died, he was always in the house. Maybe because he missed her and was sad.... but... i dont think so.... he stopped drinking a case of beer every night too

This whole post just to say... im mad that if goven the chance... im not sure if id go back to any of those times where i had to live with the demon... even though everything else at those times were good... the amount of stress and misery she gave me... almost outweigh the good... and. There was alot of good. I miss so many things.

I wanna be with my mom again. Without the dementia. I wanna be with my animals. I wanna be with my friends. I want second chances. I wanna make changes.

I loved her dude...i used to wish good things on her... i beleived she truely cared about me...

When she was dying. She couldn’t talk. Her friend called. I offered to put the phone to her ear. The friend was dismayed when i aswered. The tone of her voice changed. And she went “oh. The granddaughter.” She asked to talk to the demon as though i was holding the phone away from her and like i just wanted to hear whatever secrets she may have and wouldnt actually put it to her ear. She hung up angerly... as though... i wasnt an upset family member... i got preoccupied by the pleading look in my greatgrandmothers eyes. She wanted me to put the phone to her ear... but the woman had already hung up. I told her she had to go but said shes thinking of her. She looked so disappointed that she couldn’t hear it herself. And i felt... still feel bad... for the dying woman in her last days...

But maybe if she hadnt constantly talked about me as though i was the worst person because i dared to live my life the same as my aunt with animals and friends. But then go off to college but take a server job when o couldnt find a better one. Talked about me like i tried to kill her myself and that i was so lazy and rude and terrible. Maybe. Her bitchy friend. Wouldnt have hung up upon even having to interact with me

And then. Even in death. She made sure that i knew my place. she wrote her obituary herself. She put my aunts kids who are 13+ years younger than me, ahead of me, when listing her great grandchildren.

[ryantommyhoskin]

Cause boys don’t cry...

1997.

“They’re teenie, Hannah. Maybe you should-” “I’m not calling Aaron!” Hannah hissed through gritted teeth, shooting her sister a glare before turning her back on her to lift the two small bundles of blankets against her chest. “They’re my boys. They’re strong. They don’t need Aaron to take them away.” “Han-” “Aarons never finds out about these two! Promise me, or you’ll never see them again either!” The younger of the sisters snapped, cradling her young to her protectively as they mewled quietly. Faith Baxter gave a sigh, moving to wind a blanket around her younger sister’s shoulders. “Aaron never finds out. But they better survive.” 2001. “Boys don’t cry!” Ryan Baxter shouted as he shoved his little brother, quickly defending the feeble fist that his crying twin threw out towards him. It took one firm push to have Alex on the ground, and another second for the elder of the twins to have the squealing boy pinned to the hard concrete of the playground. “Boys will be boys.” Hannah Baxter gave a flippant shrug as he took each of her boys’ hands in her own, frowning at the teacher. “Brothers fight, they’ll learn eventually.” She looked to each of the twins, offering each a smile before shooting a glare toward the young teacher. “You should do more to teach them to take care of themselves, and maybe they won’t end up like this again. Cmon you two, home.” 2006. “Fuck. Fuck, Mommys here, Tommy. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” The young woman whispered as she cradled her now limp son’s head in her lap, panic rushing through her as his twin bundled back into the room, presenting a mobile phone out toward her. “Don’t just stand there, Jasper! Call a fucking ambulance!” She snapped at the smaller boy, the thirteen year old shaking as he punched in the number and held it to his ear. “H-hello? Uh, my, my brother! He’s shaking! He’s not okay! Help!” The boy cried down the line, unable to help his stuttering and sniffling as he watched his mother fuss over his twin, desperate to join them both on the floor.

2010. Ryan’s limbs trembled as he convulsed, the faint echo of his brother’s sobbing providing the slightest comfort - at least he was still alive. “Jasper! Move out of the way!” He heard his mother snap, instantly whimpering out as he desperately tried to call out to her. Warmth surrounded his cheeks as soft hands encircled his head, holding him steady against the carpeted floor. “How long has he been like this? Did you call somebody?” She snapped each request harshly towards the quivering boy, the shaking of his head only angering her more as she shot him glares. “If anything happens to him, Alex…” “Lex?” Ryan managed to groan out, his fumbling fingers reaching to curl around his brothers ankle where he stood, silencing their mother.

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“Miss Baxter, we found traces of cocaine and other substances in your son’s system. Do you know how long he may have been misusing these substances?” The doctor asked, quickly retreating the hand he had outstretched to the mother as he snarled at him. “My son doesn’t use drugs! You’ve made a mistake!” “Miss, this use, if the tests were accurate, could potentially worsen his seizures. We simply want to help him?” “I want a different doctor, NOW!” Hannah screamed at the young man, the smallest twin flinching closer to his unconscious brother as he tried to ignore their arguement.

2013. “You should have stopped him!” Hannah snapped at the sleeping boy’s twin. Jasper, she had always regarded at the younger of the boys, despite their identical age, with his fragility and emotional personality constantly reminding her of his weakness. She frowned as the boy cowered from her words, the guilt written on his face as his arms clutched around his stomach.

Jasper and Ryan had been left to their own devices, the elder of the twins having rescued his brother from the dingy and terrifying atmosphere of one of his mothers’ notorious parties. His temper had flared as he watched the strange man grab his brother by the hair, his teeth bared as if to strike. His rage only stemmed as his mother intervened, mere seconds before Ryan had torn out the man’s throat himself. “Nobody fucking touches him, got it?!” The eldest twin had snarled at their mother, hissing as her hand collided with his cheek. After that, the boys had been banished to their bedroom.

“Do you have to take those?” The younger of the two asked, frowning as his brother shot a narrowed glare before popping two more pills into his mouth, offering the small packet out. “I want to feel numb, Lex.” “You shouldn’t take them. They’ll make you worse.” “Maybe. Maybe not.” Ryan hummed, a small shrug raising his shoulder as he reached to down a mouthful of the concoction of liquor he’d stolen from his mother’s collection, the sting of the fresh cut on his lip causing him to hiss and grip his brother’s leg a little tighter. “Its a better alternative to feeling that.” He admitted quietly, jutting his jaw toward the now drying blood across the smaller boy’s neck.  “I wont always be here to save you, Lex.”

2014.

Ryan’s fingers trembled as he punched his brother’s number into the phone’s keypad, each bleep of the buttons ringing through his sobering mind. Tears stained his cheeks as he forced himself to draw in a breath, hoping to steady his voice. “Lexi, Lex, Hi, baby brother.” Ryan cooed, managing to sit himself up, ignoring the pain that burned through his body. “I, yeah, its me? Shut up, listen. I need you to bring me some new jeans, something clean and comfy, please?” He couldnt help but grimace at the pleading tone in his voice, hating how it sounded from him. “Ry, you’re okay?” His brother asked quietly, earning a huff. “Just bring them, Lex. Quick. I’ll text you my address.” Ryan sighed as he cut his twin off, typing out the address to the shityy motel he had dragged himself to the night before. His head spun, the effect of the cocaine in his system quickly wearing off. Every inch of him ached, screaming in protest as he peeled himself up from the bed with a grimace, growing queasy at the stench of his own skin. The 17 year old forced himself into the bathroom and quietly climbed into the tub, dipping his head under the almost useless spray of the shower as he waited for his younger brother- quietly allowing himself to sob.

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2019. “Hey shithead. We need to talk.” Ryan typed out to his brother, not quite caring about the throwback he could get for requiring his elder brother’s assistance quite publicly. He needed help, answers, advice. And he knew that despite the reservations he held toward asking the other boy advice, David Tyler would be the one individual who could offer him the advice that he needed.

In principle, he never wanted to admit how much he was struggling, and definitely would not have chosen it to a sibling he had known for such a little amount of time. Yet, he sat on the edge of the bed with his phone clutched in his hand tightly awaiting a reply, the other toying with the cap of his newest medication. He shook a little at the thought of what he had had almost done, jumping as his phone bleeped quietly with his brother’s response. He rolled his eyes as he read the words quietly, taking it as a silent invitation and pushing up from the bed.

Ryan didn’t bother with a jacket or even shoes as he left the apartment to slink to his brothers, happily avoiding anybody on the way. As the shorter, faded haired boy answered the door in simply a pair of shorts, Ryan frowned and pushed past him.

“I needy your help. I’m struggling to stop myself from taking these. You’re the only person who has any idea of what any of this feels like. So don’t sass me, just help me, okay?” He bit a little harsher than he had intended, pressing the pill bottle into the older boys hand.

[joseacordova]

A Day In May

(I decided to include the story written in the workshop on this blog , just to be able to have the product  made from  the progress recorded  in here)

Waking up the Ninth day of may without any rain ,Javier knew Carlos had already left .His sheets were neatly folded and set , Javier’s  were thrown , shifting around, making indescribable patterns let to be deciphered. Javier walked outside were the grass greeted the sun, taking a whisk of the wind , it meant time to work. He tended to the  house made of Boards  and zinc as exchange for staying there , a treaty sealed with a friendly kiss. Javier didn’t mind this transaction, he was glad that it had happen , he fixed damaged floors, feed all the cows, pigs, lizards, horses and dogs that while weren’t neither of them  were , freeloading  in the pen adjacent to their abode, he tended the meat out so the sun could  bless it  with a golden hue , He climbed 100 feet up  trees to reap the finest platanos to hold a feast for both of them . He walked upwards , downwards and leftwards, doing all manner of jobs but stopped  in the kitchen,  indicated by a hanging bed sheet, a  he noticed that their was no spices to prepare the food or preserve the meat. Javier  walked two mountains over to Aurelianos House, asking for salt , its advised to only buy salt from Aureliano ,unlike others , he blesses his, not only will meat last longer but its helpful in protecting households. He jumped the fence down to the plaza, were Tata , Javier’s Aunt ,offered strangers  items from  her collection of spices , honey to renew lost love, paprika to remember something forgotten   , pepper to erase a bad dream. Javier didn’t need to hear these explanations, growing up with his aunts explorations into distant towns  taught him as much as he needed , she slipped him a jar of her sofrito , shut tightly to contain the flavorful odors . She also gave him a bundle of hay ,Tata and everyone around stuffed their ears with it to protect their ears from the  sound of Juan and his band of out of tune men playing songs to hopefully produce the first lucky rain of may in this Ninth day of the month . He passed Dona Marias bakery , with those huge ovens and fogones all to make ends meet, Javier bought her famous majarete , a delicious mixture of 3 types of milk and the peel of a lemon . With sweet splendor in his mouth , hay on ears and more chores to be  done ,Javier reminisced in glee at a  tragedy past.

Many months ago Javier had just received the fortunate news that his till that moment unknown father the local town drunk , died electrocuted by divine intervention ,as many residents  of vega media confirmed . At the vigil Javier was confronted by his late fathers 7 wives ,all refusing speak directly at him , The fortunate news came from the fact that  the old man had amounted a fortune thanks to bank interest and it was to be divided between his children .“He doesn’t have his  eyes ” “He doesn’t have his smile “ “He doesn’t have his hair” the wives exclaimed as they compared Javier’s face to the pile of ashes that was his father. All refused to the legitimacy of the letter sent to Javier by the Department of Family Matters “You can never believe those, I got a letter saying that my mother died from scurvy , but we later found out it was from seeing the devil to many times in her sleep” The 5th wife exclaimed as she ripped the letter in bits and feed it to the wind. Javier wept big salty  tears  from rage ,damaging the dresses of all the women, men and pets present. Javier stormed out  , Carlos, the town reader, charged with anything minutely related to the reading or writing , witnessed Javier in his sea of tears. Javier felt a seed of shame grow  in his chest, “he must find this very funny ” instead Carlos offered Javier a meal at Dona Marias bakery ,her  sweet bread a cure for any ailment of the heart .

 Sitting at dona marias, Carlos asked the questions and Javier answered them. Small talk turned into secrets , and Javier was trapped as the 2nd round of coffee with milk appeared and the conversation dipped into a pool of bitter and sweetness . Why were you crying, do you care, do you mind , but why , could you , did you , can you , I would? . This arose more from curiosity than pity, pity was unknow to Carlos, or alteast hard to dig, thought Javier .They didn’t get a sight of each other compared to when they were younger , the day Javier left his home and moved with tata, he had bumped into carlos , who was reading, the only person who could read in vega media. This enthralled Javier, only somebody so curios would learn to read , he thought. Carlos looked at him back , he gave Javier a book but didn’t move and inch of his mouth. A moment of realization came over Javier, Carlos couldn’t speak, and from that moment on they thought each other their secret. Javier the art of the spoken charm , and carlos the art of the written word. When both had learned what they needed they set on their ways and never spoke again, and occasional glance perhaps, but nothing more, that’s it until Javiers dad died and he found himself here in front of Carlos with all the questions in the world and so much more. He knew this feeling, but  didn’t give it a name. That meeting continued ,ended and echoed  through the metal walls of Carlos’s house.

Javier thought of this as sweat trickled down his curls in this Ninth day of may without rain , aligning the zinc plates so they wouldn’t fall as easily as he cleaned the curtains that determined the boundaries in the home. Hearing Carlos footsteps outside, promptly sitting on a chair. Javier immediately made the coffee with milk and brought it outside, Carlos sat  looking away to the clouds. The cups being set as he silently looked outside. So many letters to send and read and write  is tiresome when you’re the only one who can . Javier felt that same feeling that was felt so many uncountable months ago when they talked so intimately after so long. It never happened after that, he stayed here hoping for that one more sentence , for that one more question, be it curiosity or pity , Javier didn’t care , he just wanted to listen to the voice only he had listened too. Javier went to relate to Carlos the details of the day the things he had prepared and the things he would do , a delicious mofongo with shrimp for dinner ,  of how he made sure to put oil around the house so it wouldn’t fall , how he made sure to buy the correct milk, how he saw the locket and kept it safe, about his friends Marinas booming tarot reading business thanks to  her immaculate accuracy, how they should visit sometime,  how they should learn to ride one of those horses , how they should cook those pigs for Christmas, and Javier noticed how all the I and mes turned into us and we, He  went quiet in shame. The clouds whispered to each other and broke the silence, roaring and shaking as all the animals screamed and ran. “IT’S THE FIRST RAIN OF MAY” Javier exclaimed, excitedly showering in the lucky water for this to be his year, Javier ran amok and extended his arms towards Carlos who stood there in shock, as if something had captured his chest and crushed it into a pulp. Carlos took the rain, felt the touch of its luck. In that moment Carlos spoke , but not only that he spoke , he said those words that had haunted Javier till his death, that had haunted him in the most enchanting and morbid way, that would haunt him as he took  Carlos hands in his , as he repeated those three words , to be only know by him and to be spoken to nobody else as they swore under the rain as it drowned out those three words. Both of them waiting for that last twist of the knife, a backhand slap to wake them up, for their unexpected tale to end in the way they expected, it didn’t , it just kept existing here in this ninth day of may with its first shower of lucky rain.