#* muse {hailey cooke}

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hello guys! it's ani with a second muse~~

this is hailey! she's a well-off rich girl that works hard to be number one in every sense. she has to be the very best (that no one ever was). she's a future actress and hopes to star in musicals! she's an only child that gets what she wants yet somehow isn't a spoiled brat. she's very social and will make friends with you whether you like it or not.

quick links: profile | background | plots

more things about hailey below!

prefers hailey over jinhee although she's not going to fault someone for using either one over the other

the one thing her parents denied her was a pet to raise. hailey's goal is to hurry up and debut so she could get a puppy or a hamster or something

spent high school abroad in california so most of her friendships are from middle school or college (or legacy itself)

has been a trainee since january 2021

she's very proud of her dimple. but do not touch it

she's a very loyal friend. supportive. will cook for you if you're having a bad day

she puts a lot of effort into her friendships. she will remember little things about you

very big on giving gifts even if it's not a holiday/celebration. if you mentioned wanting something around hailey there's a high chance she buys it for you without minding the price sugar mommy

she hasn't had a serious relationship in a year she's had flings though

loves to go to noraebang!! needs people to go with her

[ifitsnxtrxuble]

For @unscrxpted​ - Not Again Starring James Hawkins, guest starring S’Chn T’Gai James, ft. appearances by Hailey Cooke, Hannah Dutton, & others

James looks up at a crashing sound outside in the backyard, looking out the window and freezing at the two men he sees down there.

This cannot be happening again.

Hailey was visiting, too. She steps out the back door and gasps, crossing her arms. “James Hawkins, tell me you did NOT just jump out your window to see... I don’t even know who this is, should I be worried?!”

Shit. Quickly, James reaches up and opens the window before ducking out of sight in case Hailey looks up there.

[lady-rhaesnow]

Dance with me

Thank you to the anon who sent in this prompt! It was really fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Fandom: OneChicago

Pairing: multiple

Words: 1119 (so I went a little over. I couldn’t stop myself writing this one 😅)

It looked like every other CPD gala had done. Everything was gleaming with Chicago Pride, the blues and whites on proud display. Most had grumbled at the idea but Jay knew there were few who would be secretly thrilled at the idea of dressing up for the night. 

And dress up they did. Jay wasn’t a big fan of the fancy suits and ties but he couldn’t help but notice Hailey eyeing him with approval when he had stepped out of their bedroom earlier. She however had all but knocked the good sense out of him and stole every rationale thought. She might not have been a big fan of dressing up either but oh how well she did. The dress she had chosen has her method of torture for that night was a stunning number, with a bare back and a high slit running up one leg. 

“Man, if you stare any harder she might explode,” Adam teased from beside him. 

Jay elbowed him as he took another sip of his drink. “At least, I know I’m going home with the only woman I want tonight.” 

“What does that mean?” 

Jay raised a brow but it was Kevin who answered, a good-natured chuckle mixing with his words. “C’mon man, you and Kim have been doing that thing you do for months now.” 

“What thing? We don’t do a thing.” 

“Yeah, you do, tell ‘im Jay,” Kevin replied. 

“You do a thing.” Jay shrugged. Adam looked at him, waiting for him to explain, “You two have been dancing around each other for months. You act like you wanna be together, but you never … act on it.” 

“Yeah, well it’s complicated,” Adam grumbled. But as he did so, he looked to the table where Kim sat with Hailey. He would be the stupidest man on earth to deny there was still something between them. He won’t even voice his silent hopes that things would eventually work out as he always prayed. “And what about you?” he asked looking at Kevin, “When are you gonna actually ask Vanessa out?” 

“Nah, don’t try to detract from your own problems,” Kevin said shaking his head. 

“Now wait, I think Adam’s got a point,” Jay said smiling cheekily at his friend. “How long are you going to make her wait?” 

Kevin looked between his friends as Adam taking the reins continued, “I mean, a girl like that doesn’t wait around for … whatever excuse you’ve cooked up.” 

“It’s not… there’s no …” Kevin stuttered before shaking his head. 

“Just as her to dance before someone else does,” Adam said. “Or are you a little nervous?” 

That had done it. Kevin threw back the last of his drink, before leaving his friends at their table. Jay and Adam looked at each other rather amused as they watched Kevin approach Vanessa. He said something that had her laughing before he was pulling her to the dance floor. 

Kevin looked very happy and Vanessa was laughing again as he twirled her around. But Jay noticed that look in his eyes. He doubted anyone else might have seen it if they didn’t know what to look for. 

It was the way he looked at Hailey. It was that look he got when he was holding in his arms. No matter what, it always made him feel complete, and breathless all in one go. He glanced back to the table and this time he was able to catch Hailey’s attention and he smiled. 

She smiled too and then a moment later Kim and her were making their way over to them. 

“Huh, just like that,” Adam mused, still watching Kevin. 

“Maybe you should give it a try,” Jay suggested. 

“After you,” Adam challenged. 

“I don’t dance.”

“Not at all?” Kim asked as they finally came over. 

Hailey slid easily into Jay’s side. “No, but then again, I’m not much of a dancer myself,” she said. 

“Oh well that’s a shame. That’s kinda what I love most about these things,” Kim said looking out at the dance floor longingly. “Well that and the open bar.” 

They all laughed as Jay looked over at Adam and then rolled his eyes, shoving his friend in the back as subtly as he could. 

Adam cleared his throat as he turned to Kim, extending his hand. “Dance with me?” 

Kim raised a brow, “You dance?” 

“I might know a few moves,” Adam shrugged. “Come on,” he said looking at her with that smile he knew she loved. 

Kim barely hesitated as she let him lead her onto the dance floor. Adam twirled her around before bringing her close, closer than she had been in months. He could barely remember the reason why they had agreed to such distance between them with her pressed close. He could smell her flowery perfume and hear her small intake of breath as his hand squeezed her hip. 

“You think either of them will take the hint after tonight?” Hailey asked Jay softly. They both stood watching their friends with fond smiles on their faces. 

“I hope so. There is only so much more of this weird dance they keep doing around each other,” Jay groaned. 

Hailey turned to him, a smile playing on her lips. “Well, they’re finally all dancing to the same song so maybe that’s worth something.” 

“I hope so,” Jay whispered. He pulled her closer. “Were we that clueless?” 

Hailey laughed. “I think we were worse.” Jay looked like he wanted to object. “Jay, you got shot, I moved to another city and we still didn’t tell each other how we felt. We might not be great dancers, but we danced plenty around each other for a long time.” 

Jay chuckled, knowing that much was true. His fingers teased delicately along her back, and Hailey drew in a slow heavy breath. His lips ghosted over hers and Hailey was glad Jay had had the good sense to keep to the shadows. Especially with the way his fingers danced up her leg, reaching the top of the slit. 

“How about one more dance, detective?” Jay asked. 

“I’m not much of a dancer.” 

“Neither am I,” Jay whispered. “But you’re the only one I want to dance with.” 

“Well, maybe one more dance,” Hailey agreed and then stepped closer, her lips hovering over his ear, “cause I can think of something we do a lot better than dancing.” 

She smiled mischievously as Jay groaned. He kissed her, his hand slipping into her hair as the other grasped her thigh, with promise. She didn’t have to say and he didn’t have to ask as he led them towards their friends on the dance floor. 

[detectivejay-chuckles-halstead]

Hello Again // Part 2 // Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: Jay learns more about his son while you struggle to work through your past. 

Words: 3096

Warnings: Domestic Violence

Pairing: Jay x Reader

A/N: I can feel the muse coming back! Here’s part two. As always, I hope you guys enjoy. I’m not sure how many parts this is going to be, so stay tuned. 

Part One

It was difficult for you to fall asleep that night even though you knew Jay was in the living room on the couch. You felt bad that he had to suffer on the couch. The two of you had spent a couple of hours talking about Blake over the pizza, no more yelling occurring. Though, you still felt bad about keeping it all from him. You now had an understanding though. And the first thing when it came to that understanding was that you and Blake needed to get away from Jason. 

“You still up?” you asked from the doorway. You could see him lying on the couch, hands resting on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Yeah. You okay?” He turned his head to look at you. You were glad it was dark, that you couldn’t see his reaction to you standing there in your tank top and sweatpants. 

“Can’t sleep. You?” He hummed in response as he sat up, neither of you moving. “Every bump I hear outside the window…” You shook your head. Realistically you knew it wasn’t Jason. But that didn’t stop the part of you that had learned an extreme sense of self preservation think that it was him. “Can you just...stay with me tonight?” 

Jay got up as you turned to walk back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. This was going to be awkward, you absolutely knew it. Jay was supposed to be there making sure you were safe, not easing your anxieties. It hadn’t always been this way. You used to be confident, happy.

-----

“Jay!” you called out in surprise as he came up behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as his fingers tickled along your sides. You couldn’t help but laugh, turning in his arms to face him. Ever since he’d shown up at your bar a month before, you two were inseparable. He’d even started working as a bartender slash bouncer for you. Though, you’d told him to take the day off, so it was a surprise that he was there.

He leaned down pressing his lips to yours with a smile. “You can’t keep me away from you, Y/N.” When you were with Jay you were the most free -- the most alive -- you’d been in your entire life. He was a fierce protector, an amazing lover, and an even better friend. You couldn’t imagine a day without him. 

“In that case, get to work.” He kissed you again before pulling back, not realizing he was staring at your ass as you turned away to get back to work. 

-----

“What’re you thinking?” Jay asked as you felt the bed dip next to you. You just shook your head, a sad smile. You really didn’t want to talk about it, so you just leaned your head on his shoulder. It seemed instinct as his arm wrapped around you as he held you close. He was warm, safe. He didn’t hold you as tight as you had hoped he would, figuring he didn’t want to hurt you even more than you already were. 

“Do you ever think about what would have happened if you hadn’t left?” You didn’t dare look at him, not sure if you wanted to know. It was too late though, the question having already left your lips. He didn’t answer. “I do sometimes. Not at first, but when things started getting bad with Jason. It was the only way to survive it sometimes, knowing that not all men were like him.”

“I tried not to at first,” he finally admitted with a sigh. He’d been doing that a lot lately. “Eventually I did, which led me to the bar that night you weren’t there. But now. God, Y/N. I can imagine it all. I imagine everything I missed with Blake, with you. I could have given you so much. I could have been so much better. Had I known about him…”

“I know you would have been there, Jay,” you assured him, your hand gently squeezing his knee. “I did everything I could to give him the best life I could. I told Hailey that I wasn’t a bad mom, but she’s not the one I have to convince.” You looked up at him through your lashes, not sure what you were expecting from him. 

“Y/N, you could never be a bad mom. You did the best you could. That’s what matters.” You couldn’t help that tears came to your eyes, but you didn’t hold it back. You’d been trying to be strong all day, to keep it together. “I’ve got you.” That was enough to start crying as he held you. 

For the first time in nine years, you felt like everything was going to be okay. For the first time in three years you felt safe. And for the first time all day, you felt like you’d found a piece of home. Jay was there to stay, you were sure of it. You just weren’t sure if it would be with you, though you’d understand if it wasn’t. Just having in Blake’s life would be enough. He deserved his father, a man in his life that was pure good. 

-----

You weren’t sure when you’d fallen asleep, waking up to the sound of Blake’s voice in the living room. It was Saturday, so you knew he didn’t have school. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to sleep in without either him or Jason waking you up. There was no bother in changing, throwing your hair up in a quick bun to keep it out of your face. 

It was a nice sight, seeing Blake eating breakfast at the table and Jay talking to him. Though, it seemed like Jay was mostly doing the listening at that point. A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you just watched them. Jay caught your eye, smiling brightly. It would have taken an idiot to not see the resemblance between the two, and not just in looks. 

“Hey, buddy, I’m going to go talk to your Mom real quick, okay?” Blake vigorously nodded as he scooped another bite of cereal into his mouth, Jay standing and walking over to you with a smile, his voice soft as he spoke again so Blake wouldn’t hear. “That’s an amazing kid right there.”

Your arms crossed over your chest as your face softened. “He really is. Takes after his dad. A lot.”

“Except one thing,” he corrected, looking over at Blake. “Hey Blake. Tell your Mom what your decision was for what you want to be when you grow up.”

“I want to be a firefighter!” You laughed, leaning into Jay. His arm hooked around your shoulder.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” he asked, voice soft again. You just nodded, not sure you would trust your voice. “My sergeant, Voight, is coming over later today to talk to you about everything. He’s a little gruff, comes off a little mean. But if it’s a case that means something to one of us, it means something to him, okay?” 

“Does he know…? About Blake?” you finally asked, not sure if Voight would let Jay stick around if he knew the truth. He shook his head, looking over at your son again.

“Hailey kept her promise,” he assured, looking at your shocked expression with a chuckle. “She told me this morning that you told her yesterday. We decided it would be best if I was the one to break the news to Voight. It’s not going to change anything, though. He’ll still make sure we find something on Jason. He’s just going to ask a lot of hard questions.”

“If it means I keep Blake safe, I will let him drag me through the coals. People don’t understand what we do for our kids until you have one.” 

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“Y/N!” Jason screamed at you as you ushered Blake into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him before turning to your husband. “You need to teach that brat manners or I will!” 

Blake hadn’t meant to knock over Jason’s beer, glass having shattered on the floor. He’d tried apologizing, but Jason wouldn’t listen. You kept your mouth shut, having learned better than to try defending your son’s actions, to make what Jason deeped ‘empty promises’. He was just a kid. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as he walked over to you. You kept your head bowed, not looking at him, waiting for the first blow as you maintained your position in front of Blake’s door. He’d have to kill you before he got in there. 

-----

“What’s on your mind?” Jay asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“It’s nothing. Maybe one day,” you answered, shrugging out of his embrace and walking to the kitchen. You didn’t feel like cooking, so you grabbed a couple slices of the cold pizza from the night before. “What do you think of my friend Jay, Blake?”

“He’s cool!” You saw the look of hurt on Jay’s face, mouthing soon to him. There was so much change going on in Blake’s life that you didn’t want to overwhelm the boy. The three of you sat at the table, Blake doing most of the talking. Jay would pipe in with questions for him. You just sat back watching them bond. It seemed like Blake really did like Jay. You couldn’t help but notice when Jay’s phone started ringing, cutting off Blake’s story.

“Sorry, buddy. I have to go take this,” Jay said, standing up and walking out of the apartment. Blake didn’t seem to mind, beaming at you.  

“Mommy, he has the same color eyes as me!” he exclaimed. “And he’s really cool. He said he’s gonna take me to the zoo this summer!” You and Jay hadn’t talked about it really, how much he was going to be in his life -- how involved he wanted to be. This seemed like a good omen, though. 

“That’s great. I’m sure you and him are going to get along great,” you agreed. 

“Mommy?” Getting a ‘hmm’ response. “Why isn’t Jason nice like Jay?” You weren’t sure how to answer, your heart breaking. There wasn’t a good answer, so you answered the best you could. 

“Sometimes the things we go through, the hard parts, can change how we act. Jason’s hard parts made him mean. But Jay...His hard parts made him good. Like...You know how Patrick picks on you at school?” Blake nodded. “His hard parts make him mean.”

“I wish Jason was nice like Jay,” Blake replied. 

“You and me both, baby.” Your head shot up as Jay walked in with an older man -- you assumed Voight. “Why don’t you go to your room for a little bit? Me and Jay and Jay’s friend need to talk about grown-up stuff again.”

“You always have to talk about grown-up stuff,” he pouted, but listened to your instruction and left the room. You made sure the door shut behind him before standing and walking over to the two men. 

“We have a lot more to talk about than I originally thought,” Voight mentioned, looking between you two. “Why don’t we take a seat?” 

You did as he suggested, moving over to the couch, Jay sitting next to you as Voight took one of the chairs. 

“There’s only one way any of this works. You are one-hundred percent honest with me. Got it?” You just nodded, not sure if you should speak yet. You figured it was best to just talk when he asked a question. “Who’s the kid’s father?”

“Jay,” you answered, looking down at your hands, not able to look at the sergeant. 

“Look, I know this is uncomfortable. But it’s important,” Voight reiterated, getting you to look up at him. “When did you first tell Jay this?”

“Last night. After he already agreed to help. I...I tried telling him when I found out I was pregnant. But I was too scared. I was worried that…” You glanced over at Jay before looking back at the older man. “I was worried that if I told him before he agreed that he would try to take Blake away from me.” 

“Tell me about Jason,” he then instructed. You had a feeling Jay would bring up the previous statement eventually. 

“We met three years ago through a mutual friend. We dated for six months before we got married. He was a nice guy at first. Treated Blake like his own. But once we got married, things changed. I didn’t realize how bad his drinking problem was, then I found out about the drugs. He…” You swallowed hard. “He made me sell the bar I owned. Distanced me from all my friends. I don’t really have family, so it’s not like I had anyone to turn to.”

“And the abuse?”

“I don’t…” You shook your head, the two men waiting for you to talk about it. It wasn’t that easy though, your hands shaking as your leg bounced. Neither of them pressed for you to hurry it up, both patiently waiting. “It was the occasional slap at first when I made him mad. He’d always say that I made him do it. That I needed to learn my place. A lot of yelling, belittling. He just...he broke me down. It just got worse and. I don’t know. I don’t know how it got this bad.”

“Blake?” Jay asked softly. 

“I made sure Jason never.” You didn’t realize you were crying until your voice caught in the back of your throat. “He never laid a hand on Blake. He tried. God, he tried. But I would have rather died than…”

“You’re safe here,” Voight assured you. “We’re going to do everything we can to make sure he gets locked up. But there are some things we have to do to get there.”

“Anything.”

-----

You didn’t want to be here, but Jay and Hank had told you it was a necessary part of it all. If there was one place you hated, it was the hospital. Jay and Hailey were there with you, Kim off with Blake talking to a social worker. The doctor seemed nice at first, introducing herself as Natalie after Hailey filled her in on the situation. 

“The first thing we’re going to do is to look at your skin and document the bruising. Then, we’re going to do x-rays to see if anything has been broken before and how it’s healed. Have you ever been to a hospital because of the abuse?” she asked you after she’d taken a seat on the rolling stool. 

“Once. For my wrist. I told them I fell. I mean, it was winter, so it was believable.” She nodded, motioning for Jay and Hailey to leave the room. 

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“You are plastered,” you laughed, helping Jay up the stairs, the man leaning into you with a goofy grin. “Seriously, how are you still standing?”

“Oh, the things they teach you in the Army,” he slurred, pressing sloppy kisses on your neck. You were far from sober, but not as drunk as him. This was pretty normal though, once a week or every other week the two of you would stay at the bar long after closing. Drinking. Talking. Other unmentionable things. Sometimes he’d talk about the war, but it wasn’t often. Instead it was stories from growing up, from the good parts of the Army. 

You fumbled with the keys, the two of you nearly falling on the ground as the door finally gave way. You couldn’t help but laugh though, managing to make it to the couch. He’d been staying with you for almost three months. 

“I love you,” he told you, pushing your hair out of your face. That was enough to sober you up quickly. 

“What?” Surely you had misheard him. There was no way he’d just said that. Because that meant everything was going to change. And as much as you liked him, you weren’t sure if you wanted the change. Because change was unpredictable and unsafe. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated before you kissed him with a smile. 

“I love you too, Jay,” you whispered against his lips before embracing him again. 

-----

“You okay?” Jay asked you when he walked back in, sitting in the chair next to the bed. 

“Just thinking,” you answered, looking at him. He really wasn’t that much different than back then. You could see the slight changes, but he looked more or less like the same man. “Where’s Blake?”

“He’s just finished up with the social worker. Dr Charles, the head of psychiatry, is talking to him right now.” Your stomach dropped, feeling like you were going to get sick.

“Please don’t let them take him away from me, Jay,” you pleaded, tears filling your eyes. “Please, you have to make sure they don’t take him away.”

“Hey, shhh,” he soothed, taking your hands in his hands firmly. “Nobody is going to take Blake away from you. That’s not what this is about. It’s to see how much Jason has affected him. To get his side of the story. Nobody is planning on taking him.” 

“Jason...he always said if I told anybody, they’d take Blake away,” you admitted. You could see the sadness in his eyes as he just shook his head. “I’m a mess.” You tried to ignore the hurt on his face when you took your hands back, wiping the tears off your face. 

“It doesn’t matter how much of a mess you are. I’m not going anywhere this time.” There was nothing you wanted more than to believe him, but there was still a doubt in your mind. He’d left before. Why wouldn’t he leave again? 

“Okay, Y/N,” Natalie said as she walked back in. “We’ve got everything we need. Do you want to know what the x-rays said?” For the first time, it felt like you had a choice in something, knowing nobody was pushing you one way or another. This was the first step at getting yourself back. 

“Yes.” 

You didn’t look away from her, head held high as she listed off the healed fractures and how old they were and if they’d healed properly or not. She listed off every injury they’d found. This was what he’d done to you. And you weren’t going to let it happen again. Nobody was ever going to do that to you again. You were making sure of it.

[aworldfullofmusesmoving]

@shadowhunterhalfling liked for an Oakley starter 

“Okay, now you can have a muffin. They’re cooled down enough but still warm like I said they’d be. Didn’t I tell you I knew what I was doing?” Oakley plucked the dish from the counter and place it down on the table in front of her new friend before turning back to check on the rest of the baked goods she had cooking in the oven. “Let me know how they taste. It’s a new recipe and this is my first time trying it.”

[ftauriellas]

            chicago’s  very  own  auriella  yates  has  been  spotted  on  madison  avenue  driving  a  porsche  718  spyder  ,  welcome  !  your  resemblance  to  jasmine  tookes  is  unreal  .  according  to  tmz  ,  you  just  had  your  twenty - fifth  birthday  bash  .  your  chance  of  surviving  new  york  is  uncertain  because  you’re  guileful  ,  but  being  unadulterated  might  help  you  .  i  think  being  a  virgo  explains  that  .  three  things  that  would  paint  a  better  picture  of  you  would  be  the  lingering  scent  of  her  perfume  on  crisp  white  sheets  ,  the  soft  touch  of  short  satin  dresses  against  her  thighs  ,  and  the  soft  glistening  of  diamonds  during  golden  hour  .

            hi  again  ,  kitty  gorls  !  it’s  jin  showing  up  on  your  dash  for  the  last  time  with  my  sweet  peach  miss  auriella  yates  .  she’s  a  rendition  of  a  hailey  b  .  chara  that  i  have  ,  so  she’s  quite  the  mess  ,  but  as  lovable  as  ever  !  as  you’ve  probably  figured  ,  i  didn’t  have  much  muse  for  guiliana  anymore  so  i  decided  it  was  best  to  let  her  go  and  bring  someone  else  (  also  ,  i’m  really  sorry  about  not  fulfilling  that  starter  call  .  please  don’t  hate  me  🥺  )  .  my  muse  is  soaring  for  auriella  so  be  prepared  for  me  to  slide  into  your  dm’s  for  plotting  up  a  storm  !  that  being  said  ,  here’s  another  long  one  !

basic  information  .

FULL  NAME  :  auriella  kaia  yates  .

NICKNAME(S)  :  auri  ,  mostly  .

BIRTHDATE  +  AGE  :  september  9th  ,  1997  +  22  .

ZODIAC  :  virgo  .

HOMETOWN  :  chicago  ,  il  .

GENDER  :  cis  female  .

NATIONALITY  :  american  .

ETHNICITY  :  african  american  ,  brazilian  ,  west  indian  , barbadian  ,  and  european  .

HEIGHT  :  5′5″  .

LABEL(S)  :  the  harlequin  ,  the  trust  fund  baby  ,  the  vainglorious  ,  the  coquette  ,  and  the  sovereign  .

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION  :  biromantic  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION  :  bisexual  .

LANGUAGE(S)  SPOKEN  :  english  and  learned  basic  french  in  high  school  .

OCCUPATION  :  socialite  ,  makeup  artist  ,  and  businesswoman  .

POSITIVES  :  impulsive  ,  alluring  ,  unadulterated  ,  facetious  ,  and  melodious  .

NEGATIVES  :  complaintive  ,  acquisitive  ,  guileful  ,  starry - eyed  ,  and  bellicose  .

biography  .

            auriella  yates  is  the  sixth  child  of  eight  ,  born  to  simone  and  joshua  yates  in  the  windy  city  of  chicago  ,  illinois  .  she  has  three  older  brothers  (  chance  ,  charles  ,  and  clark  )  ,  two  older  sisters  (  adriana  and  amelia  )  ,  and  a  younger  brother  and  sister  (  calvin  and  aurora  )  .  patrick  and  simone  for  some  reason  found  joy  in  naming  their  sons  with  c  names  and  their  daughters  with  a  names  ,  but  it  works  for  them  nonetheless  .  the  family  could  afford  such  a  grandiose  lifestyle  in  chicago  thanks  to  simone’s  lifestyle  and  wellness  brand  called  honey  &  lemon  (  goop  ,  who  ?  )  that  has  since  expanded  from  a  newsletter  to e - commerce  ,  pop - up  shops  ,  a  magazine  ,  and  a  podcast  .  patrick  ,  on  the  other  hands  ,  is  a  famous  vegetarian  chef  that  has  launched  three  cookbooks  while  also  having  his  own  cooking  series  on  the  food  network  along  with  a  cookware  partnership  at  target  .  together  ,  they  own  a  vegetarian  restaurant  in  downtown  chicago  called  lemongrass  .

            growing  up  ,  since  auriella  had  so  many  siblings  ,  she  never  had  an  uneventful  day  .  their  parents  strongly  believed  in  their  children  playing  outside  instead  of  being  stuck  in  front  of  the  television  all  day  ,  so  they  often  took  advantage  of  their  large  backyard  when  they  lived  in  the  suburbs  of  chicago  .  they  were  the  parents  who  let  their  rowdy  bunch  ruin  their  perfect  grass  because  they  wanted  to  play  in  the  mud  .  their  parents  may  have  afforded  them  luxuries  that  others  didn’t  have  and  while  their  parents  had  been  busy  people  ,  patrick  and  simone  refused  for  their  children  to  be  raised  by  nannies  .  they  were  heavily  involved  with  everything  that  their  children  did  ,  ranging  from  their  pre - school  graduations  to  their  high  school  proms  .

            auriella  had  always  been  a  rather  outgoing  girl  throughout  high  school  ,  and  she  knew  she  was  cute  so  she  started  an  instagram  page  when  she  was  about  thirteen  or  so  .  originally  ,  her  pictures  were  just  cringey  dirty  mirror  pics  and  photos  with  her  friends  ,  but  as  she  explored  the  app  more  and  more  ,  she  discovered  makeup  and  her  love  for  it  !  so  ,  despite  the  terrible  youtube - tutorial  makeup  that  she  tried  to  recreate  ,  auriella  never  gave  up  on  her  ability  to  do  better  .  as  she  moved  through  high  school  ,  her  makeup  skills  got  better  and  better  ,  so  once  she  graduated  ,  auriella  knew  what  she  wanted  to  do  in  life  !

            she  went  on  to  attend  make  up  first  in  chicago  ,  and  obtained  certificates  in  basic  makeup  i  +  ii  ,  media  makeup  ,  and  media: runway  ,  editorial  ,  and  fashion  .  once  she  was  finished  with  her  schooling  ,  auriella  went  on  to  grow  her  brand  and  get  her  name  out  there  .  she  used  instagram  a  majority  of  the  time  ,  and  thanks  to  that  and  word  of  mouth  ,  she  grew  a  significant  following  and  went  on  to  have  a  few  celebrities  under  her  belt  .  thanks  to  the  help  of  her  parents  ,  auriella  decided  that  she  wanted  to  get  into  the  makeup  business  entirely  ,  and  decided  to  stick  her  foot  into  makeup  production  .

            the  brand  originally  only  focused  on  her  favorite  thing  :  eyeshadow  palettes  !  the  palettes  were  originally  rather  small  ,  consisting  of  four  to  six  colors  as  they  perfected  the  formula  .  she  eventually  began  to  receive  rave  reviews  and  decided  that  it  was  time  to  expand  into  everything  else  :  mascaras  ,  lip  products  ,  foundations  ,  blushes  ,  highlighters  and  everything  else  under  the  sun  .  from  there  ,  kaia  beauty  is  now  being  sold  in  sephora  ,  ulta  ,  and  on  kaiabeauty.com  !  she  had  the  second  largest  foundation  drop  (  following  fenty  beauty  because  we  stan  miss  rihanna  in  this  house  )  .  

            that  being  said  ,  running  her  own  business  is  one  that  auriella  is  still  getting  used  to  despite  it  being  two  years  since  the  launch  .  she’s  thankful  for  the  expansion  of  her  brand  and  she’s  still  working  out  of  her  townhouse  because  she  hasn’t  found  the  perfect  space  for  a  headquarters  just  yet  !  it’s  one  of  her  biggest  dreams  at  the  moment  and  she  wants  to  expand  kaia  beauty  into  skincare  but  the  end  of  the  year  .  

personality  .

the  label  she  mostly  identifies  with  would  definitely  be  the  harlequin  .  she  can  be  really  loud  and  playful  at  times  ,  and  she  can  easily  get  called  out  for  not  taking  things  seriously  .  

at  the  same  time  ,  though  ,  she  can  be  pretty  sexual  in  her  speech  .  she  has  no  problem  with  people  looking  at  her  differently  for  doing  so  .  she  really  lets  a  lot  of  things  roll  off  of  her  shoulders  ,  but  she’d  be  a liar  if  she  said  that  some  things  didn’t  get  to  her  .

auriella  can  be  really  full  of  herself  and  simple  compliments  can  typically  leads  to  her  going  on  and  on  about  herself  ,  so  please  feel  free  to  shut  her  up  at  any  given  time  !  much  like  anyone  her  age  ,  she  can  be  found  prowling  around  on  instagram  or  twitter  and  can  never  go  shopping  without  taking  at  least  three  to  seven  mirror  selfies  .

headcanons  .

she  lives  in  a  beautiful  townhouse  on  west  fourth  street   and  she’s  really  proud  to  say  it  because  she  bought  it  with  her  own  money  !  she  likes  to  be  different  so  she  really  hates  range  rovers  and  instead  drives  an  audi  q5  !  sounds  kinda  dumb  since  she  lives  in  nyc  ,  but  she  likes  it  because  it  gives  her  freedom  to  go  where  she  wants  when  she  wants  to  .

she  never  leaves  the  house  without  a  purse  and  never  without  a  pair  of  earrings  on  (  she  thinks  she’s  ugly  without  them  ) .  she’s  obsessed  with  all  things  cartier  and  she  loves  to  accessorize  ,  but  not  to  much  .  she  keeps  scrunchies  in  her  purse  at  all  times  ,  so  if  you  need  one  just  ask  !

when  it  comes  to  her  style  ,  i  draw  a  lot  of  inspiration  from  instagram  if  i’m  being  honest  .  she  wears  a  lot  of  denim  shorts  ,  oversized  tees  ,  cropped  sweaters  ,  bodysuits  ,  chunky  sneakers  ...  honestly  ,  the  whole  nine  yards  .  for  some  examples  click  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  x  ,  and  x  .

she’s  been  vegetarian  since  she  was  a  kid  because  that’s  all  her  dad  ever  cooked  !  sometimes  the  scent  of  meat  makes  her  sick  and  sometimes  she  fakes  it  so  people  will  leave  her  alone  .  she’s  definitely  the  one  who  shows  up  to  the  function  with  her  fake  burgers  ,  but  you  know  she  has  a  bottle  of  vodka  along  with  it  .

finds  joy  in  doing  the  little  things  ?  she’s  not  the  greatest  at  art  but  really  enjoys  buying  a  canvas  and  trying  her  best  to  recreate  or  create  something  !  probably  gets  a  lot  of  art  ideas  from  tik  tok  (  those  kids  are  seriously  talented  )  and  really  likes  to  do  her  makeup  even  when  she  has  no  place  to  go  .  she  loves  laying  on  her  couch  and  doing  nothing  (  and  sometimes  she  might  be  kinda  naked  when  she  does  it  )  .

secret  .

okay  so  ,  auriella’s  secret  is  that  an  ‘  anonymous  ’  source  leaked  her  nudes  to  the  press  ,  but  her  parents  paid  off  publications  from  releasing  them  .  that  was  mostly  done  because  she  was  about  17 / 18  in  those  pictures  but  of  course  they’re  not  age  on  them  so  there’s  that  !  the  source  of  course  wasn’t  that  anonymous  and  it  turned  out  to  be  an  ex  (  which  is  really  gross  so  this  won’t  be  a  wanted  connection  )  ,  but  she’s  not  ashamed  of  them  by  any  means  !

[sumaiyasahak]

UNDERSTANDING MEDIA: AESTHETICS OF FILM AND TV

The photo is about an advertisement of a fastfood product, the images in the photo shows a new product that is being produced by Mcdonalds.

It advertises a new kind of burger that can be purchased already in their store, there are also some inserted notes and other image that advertises free products being sold if you visit their website and register.

​The song “Intentions” by Justin Bieber with a collaboration of the rapper, Quavo has lyrics that is all about the singer’s wife, Hailey Baldwin.

In the lyrics “picture perfect you don’t need no filter” compliments Hailey’s beauty even without make ups and camera filters.

“Stay in the kitchen cookin’ up got your own bread” talks about her cooking and career as a model.

In another part, Justin even references Baldwin’s parents, “Shout out to your mom and dad for makig you, standin’ ovation, they did a great job raisin you” about how his wife’s parents did a great job rasing her with a great heart.

The song is about the singer’s pure love and intentions he have for his wife and the gratefulness he feels for being blessed to have a perfect wife like her.

SITUATION IN THE SONG

“Shower you with all my attention” 

“When I create, you’re my muse, the kind of smile that makes the news”

“It’s funny we both listen”

“I’mma find me a ring and pray it’s perfect fitted”

In the music video of BTS’ new song entitled “Dynamite” both give a great effect and makes both song and visual efects compliment with each other. The song is bout a great lively summer. The editor’s way of making the visuals colorful and lively theme matched the liveliness of the song.

Sahak, Sumaiya S.

12 STEM MARTIN

MEDIALIT

[voxvulgi]

Who is the most sensitive? Who hates horror movies? Who is the best at crafts? Who is the best at cooking? And who is the worst driver?

Who is the most sensitive?

This is definitely a draw between Adonis and Hailey. They’re both the most sensitive, but they’re sensitive in different ways. Adonis is sensitive because he jumps to conclusions and lets himself live in an endless cycle of self-deprecation and need for validation. Hailey is sensitive because she wishes everyone lived in a perfect world, and even though she knows that’s very far-fetched, she can’t help but feel upset by the smallest things. On the plus side, she also does feel happy because of the smallest things! It’s good for sensitivity to be to both good and bad things, right?

Who hates horror movies?

Mark and Ivan. Mark doesn’t understand why anyone would want to watch something designed to make them feel scared and/or disturbed. Ivan simply thinks horror movies are stupid, tacky, and haven’t done enough research on human anatomy and injuries. It’s almost insulting to those of us who’ve been tortured before. Gee.

Who is the best at crafts?

Hailey will do crafts more readily, but Zoran is actually a wizard. Give him any material and ask him to make something out of it, and he’ll both enjoy it and get it done. It probably won’t be how you expect it to look, but Zoran adds creative twists to things he makes, and that makes them pretty unique and just as cool (if not cooler) than the expectation.

Who is the best at cooking?

Mark, hands down. Being diabetic and living with his dad both encouraged him to try his hand at cooking, and he’s gotten into it so much that he now cooks for the household. He knows how to make a variety of things, which alternative ingredients to use, and how to make it all taste great. His dad’s lipid profile actually improved after the divorce and since Mark started cooking.

Who is the worst driver?

Most of my muses don’t drive. But assuming they all tried their hand at the wheel (and foot at the pedal lolololol) before, I’d day that the worst drivers are Jacqueline and Timmy. They both suck at paying attention to the road. For Timmy, it’s because of his ADHD. For Jacqueline, it’s because of the disembodied voices who decided it was cool to live inside her head without even paying rent.

[depressed-chicken-man]

Cooped Up

Shane x OC

CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5

Summary: 

After failing to start her dream in the city, the fashion designer turned farmer tries to cope with her new life in the last-ditch effort to make a happy home for herself. She has so many concerns for her new life. How much of her identity is stuck in the city? Will she even make a difference?

Even if she doesn’t think so, it’s undeniable that she will make a difference for a certain depressed coop keeper.

Chapter 1: Fake it

Chapter 1 on Ao3

To say that Jennifer’s world had done a complete 180 was spot on and in no way an exaggeration. Her new environment so harshly contrasted the life she had been living since she began college and graduated two years ago.

From studying to work in fashion design to being locked in at Joja Corp as a social media supervisor for their online accounts to being elbow deep in fertilized soil and beyond winded was as different as she could feel.

Having been on this new plot of land for only four days, she felt she had done well. She wondered if her grandfather would be proud of the way that she had cleared the weeds and drug all of the overgrowth and fallen trees from the choice plot in a short time.

In all honesty, this would never be her first pick nor was it something that she could ever see herself doing. It was the total opposite and she would be lying to say that she wasn’t concerned for herself and beyond doubtful. How could she ever do this successfully? When she cringed at the dirt that covered her? When she heard the call of a rooster and was startled and left uneasy by the prospect of being a victim to being flogged? When taking it easy and slow was already so difficult? She was deeply concerned and hoped that it wasn’t too obvious. She had always been somewhat hopeful and optimistic, even in the toughest times. She would always be okay.

She was even more determined to make it as she considered her other options. The day she decided that she couldn’t bear to work at Joja Corp anymore, she knew that she couldn’t turn back. The deep aversion to turning back now or years down the road was something that she knew wouldn’t wane. She couldn’t go back and with her dream of becoming a fashion designer, she wasn’t sure it would ever go forward. This plot of land, which she had never knew existed until a month ago, was her saving grace and she hopped it would continue to be.

She would have to fake it until she made it.

The dirt that coated her to her elbows was anything but fake, but the google search she had to make to learn how to till the soil and plant the parsnip seeds she had been gifted was more than enough to prove that she had no earthly idea how to run a farm or maintain crops. She had spent the majority of her free time absent of clearing the land in an exhausted state of watching tutorial after tutorial on how to do the basic things. Jen prayed that the videos and articles that she read held enough truth and experience for her to get through the season.

As she tilled the soil, breathing heavily and trying to ignore her aching bones, the farming podcast she was listening to mentioned something that she hadn’t considered before.

“…And in the spring is the perfect time for baby chicks! If you want eggs by summer, then this is the time to begin choosing the breed. Brown eggs come from…” she cut it short as she scrambled to pause the leave her tilling. Eggs would be great and would help her a lot in bringing in profit. She didn’t have as much faith in the parsnips as she did eggs and she was certain that she couldn’t pass the opportunity up. She wondered if there was anyone around in Pelican Town that sold livestock and could maybe give her some advice.

Setting the hoe down, she dusted herself off as much as she could and made her way into the small, drab house that accompanied the plot. She wondered how on earth her grandfather managed in it. There was no stove and only a fireplace, which she couldn’t imagine cooking on. For the past few days, she was living off ramen that she made with an electric kettle and cans of tuna. She was determined to get the place in working order as soon as she dealt with the stack of unpacked and nearly forgotten boxes that cluttered the small area. It was so small and disorderly, she couldn’t even bring her pet with her yet for fear of the move being too much for the old feline. Her dad kindly let it stay with him until she settled.

Scanning the box filled room, she spotted the small envelope that Robin and Mayor Lewis had emphasized as important. Pulled the paper out, her eyes lingered over the handwritten list of businesses in the town and she quickly found what she was looking for.

Marnie’s Ranch: Livestock and animal supplies

Jennifer nodded and took a look at the map she was also given. Lucky for her, the ranch was just south of her farm. She took a look at the time and it was only half-past noon. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to visit and ask a few questions, maybe get some advice?

Any advice would be good advice.

“Hey, are you Marnie?” She asked, her timid voice low. She had gotten herself a little spruced up, still wary of making good first impressions. The last thing she wanted was a lazy reputation when she was so new. She had opted to put on a full face of soft glam makeup and wash all the dirt from her before picking out a cropped shirt and high waisted jeans It was quite strange using the bathhouse due to the lack of shower in her new home, but it did the job. If there was one thing she could showcase to the town, it was her fashion, even if it wasn’t necessary.

Still, good style or not, she was still careful and timid as she shut the door to the ranch behind her, the older woman at the front desk raised her eyebrows and nodded. This would be the only person in the town that she had talked to yet besides Robin and Lewis. The woman gave her a knowing smile, her eyes creasing in the corners and her kindness was shown in the way her light wrinkled folded. She smiled a lot and her face showed that. Her red hair curled down and hung loosely, touching her faded overalls.

“Miss Jennifer, I was wondering when you would come to meet me! It’s so nice to meet you! Robin told me how lovely you were but I can see she under-exaggerated.” She cooed and made her way around to the front of the front desk, which upon further inspection, was just as much a part of her house as the kitchen to the right.

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you.” Jen gushed and waved her hand. “I was hoping I wouldn’t bother you but I need to ask some questions. I hate that our first meeting has to have a little bit of business thrust into it, but I need to know how I should start raising chickens on my farm.”

“Oh, you’re so polite. I don’t mind answering your questions a bit.” the elder woman said and began to muse, “Let’s see, now the first thing you need is a place for them to stay. I don’t know if Robin told you, but she can build you a coop that will suit the chickens just fine. Second, you need to have a way to feed them. I recommend a silo for grain, but you can always buy it from here. After that, then you can come back and buy the chicks that you want. You can pick them out and everything.” Jennifer took a page of mental notes and nodded along.

“Get a coop, some feed, and come back later? Got it.” She stated aloud, more for herself than for Marnie. The elder nodded and added something else.

“Yes, just come back and either Shane or I will help. We’ll even deliver the chicks to your coop after you pick them out.” She added and Jen released a breath of relief. She wasn’t sure how this was going to go with her not so hidden fear of chickens, but it was nice to know that she didn’t have to bring them home and have to worry about losing them from the ranch to her coops.

“That’s a relief. And Shane is…?” she asked and Marnie took a moment to be surprised that she hadn’t elaborated.

“Oh right, he’s my nephew. He helps me out around here with the cows and chickens. You haven’t seen him around yet, have you?” she asked and Jen shook her head.

“I haven’t seen much of anyone yet. I’ve been so busy getting the farm started that I’ve only been into the town once.” she admitted, a small laughed punctuated her statement.

“Oh gracious honey, you need a rest. A little bit of socializing and meeting the townsfolk will do your farm no harm, I promise. Have you been to the Stardrop Saloon yet?” Jen shook her head and looked down.

“Ah, no. I haven’t. I’m not much of a drinker.” She gave and Marnie laughed.

“There’s not just drinks there. They have coffee and Italian food as well.” the redhead explained and Jennifer perked up.

“Oh coffee… I guess I could take the evening. Besides, I think I might go nuts if I have to eat another cup noodle dinner.” She posed and Marnie reached out and patted her shoulder, much like a grandmother or very friendly church woman would do.

“There you go, you poor thing. Get your belly full and meet some people. There’s a girl your age you may take to, her name is Hailey and she might be there. She sometimes gets a bite to eat. You both would make great friends.”

Jen gave an embarrassed laugh and felt like a kid for a moment, being set up for a playdate.

“Okay, I’ll go. Thank you so much Marnie! I’ll be back when I get a coop up.” She promised as she took the doorknob in hand.

“Don’t wait too long! I wanna hear about you and your farm every once in a while.” and with that, Jen was out and walked along the fence to head over to the Saloon, determined that she would have a peaceful evening and eat well for the first time all week.

Inside the fence, a chicken clucked and startled her, her heart jumped and she immediately felt silly after a moment. Her concerns resurfaced in the back of her mind.

How was she going to cope with a coop full of scary chickens?

The Saloon was cozy and dingy, warm and rundown. The cushioned barstools were comfy enough and after a few short conversations with Gus, the bartender, Elliot, some writer, and Abigail, an odd yet kind girl, she should be feeling better.

But she did not.

With her acquaintances gone, if she could call them that, she stared down into the black coffee and still felt out of place. The spaghetti she had ordered was a nice contrast to the ramen she had been stuck with, but it only served to remind her of the amazing Italian restaurant back in the city. The coffee was, however, not delicious and she had trouble bringing herself to take another sip of the watered down and stale liquid. Out here, there were no fancy cafes or specialty restaurants. This black coffee was good enough for most people and it was her fault for being so spoiled, but she found herself extremely repulsed by the lack of espresso, steamed milk, and caramel sauce that she ordered every day.

She was more homesick than she realized.

She was silently mopping about her lack of familiarity with her surroundings and the absence of her favorite coffee. Not sure what had caused her sudden shift in mood, she suddenly wasn’t up to continuing “social hour” and wanted to go back home and watch more online classes about farming. If she began to slack, she would fail and she was terrified of admitting she was an absolute beginner in a new place.

Her identity was a caramel latte and now she was trying to be a plain black instant coffee. Was it safe to say that it was hard to identify with the farm type? Was it their differences or her own reluctance to understand that would fail her? She didn’t know. Maybe she was the plain black coffee and everyone else was the caramel latte?

She muttered a small thanks and good evening to Gus, who hummed in acknowledgment. With her coffee forgotten, she hopped down from the barstool and turned to leave but went nowhere. Instead, she slammed into something solid and was drenched with cold liquid. She gasped and stepped back, the coldness shocked her. She found herself in the midst of a big mess, and it only took one whiff to realize that she wasn’t drenched in water or soda, but beer.

The victim, though she wanted to believe it was her, stood and stared at her in disbelief, his dull green eyes narrowing. The man scowled at her, his five o’clock shadow only added emphasis to his disappointment. His dark hair was messy and his appearance even more so. Gus looked from her to the man in his surprise.

“Oh my-…I’m so sorry.” she covered her mouth in her shock and embarrassment. She should offer to buy him another one, it was only fair. She was going to jump to action to make it up to the stranger before he spoke up and interrupted her decision.

“You should be. Try watching out next time. You don’t own this saloon.” he growled out and shoved his now empty glass to the bar top. “You cost me my beer.” he glared and she could stop herself from snapping back.

“Oh, your beer is the concern? What about my shirt?” she snapped and the man rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Your shirt? Looks like I did you a favor,” he smirked and turned away to order what he lost.

“Wow…” she started and mentally reevaluated the situation. Arguing wasn’t going to help and this was a bad enough first impression. Instead, she turned to the bartender.

“Have a good evening, I’m so sorry about the mess.” she apologized, shooting the angry man a glare. He didn’t seem to notice at all. A favor , yeah right. He looked like the type to go to Buffalo Wild Wings way too often, and that was not a compliment in the slightest.

The door to the saloon swung shut behind her and she took a deep breath. Any residual anger resided and she was left with the realization that she could have handled it differently. Although she knew she was justified, she was better than that. Her reputation was better and she knew her she would regret it. Even if she hadn’t said it, she still thought it.

Still, she needed to calm down. She didn’t know the town as much as she wanted to and the sun was beginning to set. Taking a walk wouldn’t hurt.

“That was a good girl you just ran off, you know that?”

Shane took the beer and handed over the appropriate amount of cash, before grumbling his response.

“Good. The less I see of her, the better.” He took his beer and shrugged off anything that Gus would have said, stepping over the mess that the woman had made. Served her right, he hoped that the encounter would warn her enough to stay the hell away. He didn’t want anything to do with the “new girl in town” that everyone was so curious about. It wasn’t like the arrival of anyone new would bring anything good to him and he knew that. All she would be is another face to pass by and ignore.

The gossip that everyone passed around is that she inherited some large plot of farmland and came from the city to give it a shot. A city girl like her wouldn’t make it a season, he decided, taking a large sip of his beer. The way she complained about her shirt. She wouldn’t last another few weeks.

The hearsay, not that he listened, was that everyone was excited and hoped she could help everyone out with her farm. No one wanted to rely on JojaMart and farmer’s markets in Pelican Town were greatly loved and anticipated. He would almost root for her if it meant taking money from the hellscape that was Joja Corp, but he knew she wouldn’t make a difference. All of the rumors and hopes were false. Everything that the townsfolk said was wrong.

Except for one thing. The rumors that she was nice looking were true.

The beer wasn’t doing it for him. He needed something stronger.

Venturing out into the dark, he stumbled along his path home, his light buzz only enough to smear his thoughts. This evening, he left the saloon just shy of nine, rather than his usual close to midnight departure. The atmosphere of the bar was a little more dense and uninviting this evening and he wasn’t about to hang around.

No, he would board himself in his room and get the whiskey he had stashed away.

The outside light of the ranch came into few and he took a deep breath. Jas and Marnie would still be up at this time and he really just wanted to sneak in unseen. He didn’t want to feel that lingering guilt if Jas saw him like this, but it wasn’t like she didn’t know. In his limbo, he thought he heard a distant voice. Maybe he was finally going crazy.

Moments later, he heard it again. It was too far away to decipher. Who would be out in the forest this late? He struggled between deciding that it was none of his business and checking it out. He wasn’t sure if he was curious or just delaying walking into the house, but he quietly followed the direction of the voice.

A faint glow of a phone and a voice came into view, at the end of the pier that stretched over the small lake. He could barely make the outline of the figure out in the darkness. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, but he immediately knew who it was. He frowned and wondered if he should yell out to her with something that will make her leave, but he opted to stand silently, his arms folded. Her conversation continued on, her half was all that was needed to understand what was being said.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, dad. I don’t know if I’ve made a mistake or did something right for once?” Her voice echoed over the lake.

A mistake

“I realized how much I miss home. How much I miss Greg. I miss…” she took a breath “The cafe I always visited every day.”

Good, go home, he thought. Go back to Greg , he thought, assuming that was her partner or boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m complaining. I’m not giving up yet. Today has just been awful.” she paused and continued, “It didn’t start awful, but it ended awful. Long story short, I smell like a man cave carpet on Saturday night.”

Shane was sure she did and did he care? Not a bit. He had heard enough. He wouldn’t be seeing her much anymore and he took great satisfaction in that. Without much more of a clouded thought, he slunk away and tried to ignore the last thing he heard her say in favor of returning to his whiskey for the night.

“I just don’t know what to do.”

CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5

[lgcxhailey]

TRAINEE MISSION TRACKER!

hi all! i decided to make a post for things i'm doing for our new trainee mission. ( haeun's is posting shortly ) here are my plans for hailey. please like to take a slot!

FRIDAY - hailey is on team chicken

solo about cleaning the chicken coop [ OPEN - muse mention in solo ]

SATURDAY - hailey is on the old team

stargazing w/ @lgcgaeun

SUNDAY - hailey is on team soap bar

thread about hailey absolutely failing with cooking [ @lgcareum ]

[ifitsnxtrxuble]

Tag Dump- Muses Pt One

[risucoquere]

Favorite way to give affection? Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care? What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

Soft Sunday Meme || No longer Accepting

Favorite way to give affection?

      Hugs! Hailey is one who loves to both give and receive, although she’s better at giving them. You feelin down? Patented Hailey-hug comin’ your way! (Unless you don’t want one, of course.)

Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care?

      Hailey shows she cares through physical things. In connection with cooking, she likes to bake, so she'll gladly give cupcakes or brownies to people she likes. She’s not the best with affectionate words, so affectionate gestures is her go-to method.

What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

Answered here!

[hereticpriest]

Suit and Tie Part 4

Warnings: Jealousy, femdom, bondage, NSFW

@lvngdvns

It started with an argument. Natalia didn’t often find reason to argue with John as they both tended towards being calm and reasonable individuals, but when an old family friend visited and started showing rekindled interest in Nat, things fell apart. Jack Tomlinson had grown up two doors down from Natalia and Ethan, and he had been interested in Nat since they were children. Things had never really worked out as Jack wasn’t Nat’s type at all, but they had remained friendly at least.

Jack showed up for their barbecue dinner one evening, hugging Ethan around the neck and ruffling his hair. Her family greeted him happily, clapping his back and shaking his hand. Natalia smiled at him warmly, going to shake his hand and getting tugged into a hug that lifted her off her feet.

“Woah, Jack!” Natalia gasped, patting his shoulders stiffly, having released John’s hand when she was lifted up.

“Nattie, honey, it’s been ages!” Jack gave her another squeeze before putting her down. John looked endlessly unimpressed, but he forced a smile when Natalia introduced them.

“Jack, hi. This is John, my boyfriend. John, this is Jack. He lived pretty much next door when we were growing up.” Natalia smiled between them, lacing her fingers with John’s and giving him a brief squeeze.

“Oh, wow. Nice to meet you, John.” Jack shook his hand, eying him, and John arched a brow ever so slightly. Natalia offered Jack a smile, uncomfortable with his attention. As she led John towards where Dog was wiggling around in the grass with Hailey rubbing his belly, Jack turned to Ethan.

“Since when does your sister date dudes your dad’s age?” Jack asked, raising his brows once he thought they were far enough away. Ethan huffed, elbowing him.

“Dude, don’t be a dick.” He muttered, “He’s not Dad’s age. Besides, the guy is nice. Don’t say I said anything, but she’s happier than I’ve ever seen her.”

Natalia was seething. John’s shoulders had tensed when they heard what Jack said, and even Ethan’s sweet comment hadn’t soothed it. She began to turn around, but John gripped her wrist tightly, guiding her over to where Hailey and Dog were waiting. Hailey made a face when she saw Jack talking to Ethan behind them, ruffling the dog’s ears.

“Is he sniffing around again, Nattie?” she asked, and Natalia sighed heavily, thumping down on the grass beside her. John, meanwhile, sat at the picnic table behind them.

“Maybe. He’s such a dick sometimes.” Natalia glanced back at John, then leaned her head on Hailey’s shoulder to whisper to her, “He said John was as old as my parents. He didn’t even have the common sense to wait until we were out of earshot. Can you imagine being that dense?”

“Oh, what an asshole! And who is he to be commenting on your relationships anyways? Nat, I’ve never seen you this happy. Even if he was your dad’s age, which he isn’t, I’d still like you guys together just because he makes you so happy.” Hailey insisted, and from the relaxation of John’s shoulders and the small smile pulling at his lips, it was clear he had heard her despite her trying to be quiet.

“What is it with family gatherings?” Natalia mused, “Someone always gets hurt feelings because someone else has a big mouth and no tact.”

“He isn’t even family. Frankly, I don’t know why anyone invited him. It’s not like we see him outside of these sorts of events.” Hailey rolled her eyes, leaning in to kiss Dog’s nose, giggling when he licked her cheek happily.

“Can’t stay mad with him around, huh?” Natalia laughed, leaning over to smoosh kisses all over the dog’s face, then leaning up to his ear, “Get daddy.”

Dog began to wiggle immediately, bounding past her when she let him go and jumping up on John for some love. When Natalia looked over her shoulder, she was pleased to see John smiling faintly while rubbing Dog’s ears and jowls. Hailey smiled at the two, giving Nat a gentle push.

“See? You guys are so sweet, it’s giving me diabetes.” Hailey teased.

“Mm, I suppose we have our moments.” Natalia laughed softly, getting up and sitting sideways in John’s lap. She leaned her head on John’s shoulder, and Hailey smiled at the sight.

“There. That right there. I’ve got cavities.” She insisted, which drew a short huff of a laugh from John.

“Want me to fill ‘em?” Natalia asked teasingly, waggling her brows at Hailey, grinning when that drew out Hailey’s embarrassingly loud belly laugh. One of her favourite things about Hailey, honestly, was how much of a ray of sunshine she could be. Especially when you got her laughing.

“Mooooom, Nattie’s flirting with my fiancée!” Ethan whined as he approached them, which had Hailey wheezing, shoving at him as he tried to hug her.

“Ugh, you’re such a momma’s boy.” Natalia rolled her eyes, though she got a bit of a wicked grin a moment later and bit John’s earlobe softly. “I’ve always been more of a daddy’s girl myself.”

Hailey wiped at her face to brush away tears, gasping for air, “Stop Nat, you’re killing me!”

John sighed heavily, adjusting Nat in his lap so she wasn’t pressing into his groin. Ethan was groaning like he’d been shot, his head resting in Hailey’s lap. Luckily, Jack was still talking to their parents, so they didn’t have to deal with his reaction.

“Nat, jesus! That’s not something I want to hear.” Ethan complained, which just made Natalia grin even wider.

“Sorry.” Nat replied, not sounding the least bit contrite. John sighed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Jack walked over soon after, plopping down on the bench beside John and Natalia.

“What’s all the laughing about?” He asked, and a wicked smile spread across Hailey’s face. Nat’s eyes widened. Shit. But just as quickly as it came, Hailey softened and looked over at Jack.

“Inside joke.” She replied simply, primly, and Jack pouted in response.

“So, Nat, how did you two meet?” he asked, gesturing between her and John. She smiled fondly back at John, then shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t resting his chin on.

“Well, John moved to the same town and started coming to my bookstore.” Nat replied.

“Oh, you’re still doing that?” Jack asked, “I remember how proud you were when you got the place. Do you remember when I came and helped build your shelving?”

Natalia smiled small, “Of course I do. I know I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but I wasn’t that bad.”

“Nah, you were just frazzled. You had a lot going on.” Jack smiled, patting her knee. John bristled but didn’t say anything. The moment was broken when West called Natalia over to help her mother with the cooking. She kissed John’s cheek and got out of his lap, patting Jack’s shoulder as she passed him, while John worked on keeping himself in check. Luckily, Ethan got to talking with Jack, and John was able to listen to Hailey talk about the wedding. Something easy to tune out. Eventually, Ethan went to talk to his uncle, and Jack headed towards the house, which didn’t become a problem until he spotted Natalia and Jack talking at the barbecue. Jack was standing behind her while she flipped burgers, and she looked back and smiled at something he said.

It was stupid, but John began to notice things throughout the evening. First, Jack coaxed Natalia into climbing a massive tree with him, saying something about ‘for old time’s sake’. They both ended up on high branches, Jack holding onto Natalia’s shins while she leaned back and hung from the branch. She began to do sit ups just to show off, while Jack crowed and hollered about her being a beast. Even Ethan, West, and Hailey were joining in. Jack hung from that branch when she was done and did a couple of pull ups, then began the descent, helping Natalia where need be. Once on the ground, Nat returned to John and threw her arms around his neck, stealing a kiss.

“Your girlfriend has still got it!”

“What?” John stiffened, clearly taking that wrong, but Natalia simply laughed, too high on adrenaline to notice him being upset.

“I can still do sit ups while suspended!” Nat pressed kisses along his cheek, and then tension slowly receded.

Later, Uncle Thomas decided it would be a good idea to ask Natalia why she had never dated Jack, in front of everyone. Natalia had stuttered trying to answer without being an asshole, but it still made John a bit sick to his stomach.

The last straw was John fetching a glass of wine for Natalia and coming back to Jack asking her about what her uncle had brought up. He headed back to the summer house, walking because he needed the air, with Dog by his side. It took ages to walk back, but he made it even if he felt a bit like garbage by the time he got there. Well, more like garbage. The jealousy biting at him was making him feel ill, even more so because he knew it was stupid. He ended up in the shower, just to get some of the stress out and clean up.

Natalia noticed John was missing once she was able to extricate herself from the awkward conversation with Jack. She’d had to tell him, once again, that she was not, had never been, and would never be interested. And even if she was, she loved John and wanted a life with him, which she would never give up for Jack in a million years. It ended up being quite harsh, really, but he clearly needed it to be. Once that was over, she asked Hailey if she had seen John, who had last seen him in the living room. Ethan had last seen him at the barbecue. Her father had last seen him at the picnic table with Dog. Her mother had last seen him talking to her aunt.

Her aunt finally told her she’d seen him walking with Dog but didn’t know where he went. Thoroughly sick of the search, Natalia got on her bike and drove home, hoping he was there while also angry that he might be. Dog was sleeping on the couch when she arrived, and the shower was running, which eased the worry in her gut. That left the anger.

Frowning and frustrated, Natalia grabbed one of John’s belts and his discarded tie, leaving them beside the bed. She shed her clothing, swapping it out for a set of black lace lingerie she’d brought to surprise him with and the stiletto heels she was planning on wearing to the wedding reception. She headed over to her bag and pulled out the bottle of bourbon she’d brought to celebrate with, cracking it open and taking a swig from it, followed by another. The shower turned off and she crossed one leg over the other, leaning back against the bed and taking another swig.

John exited the bathroom in his boxers and t-shirt, stopping at the sight that awaited him. His breath hitched, and Natalia raised her brows at him, looking like he should know exactly why she was upset. She raised the bottle to her lips again, taking another swig while staring him down.

“Nat…”

“Not kitten? No, I suppose not, since you left me at that party by myself, without an explanation, to make an idiot of myself asking everyone where you went. Do you know how that felt, John?” Natalia asked, standing up and walking over to him like a predator stalking its prey.

“I’m sorry.” John starts, but Natalia raised her brows.

“Are you? Let me take a wild guess, okay? You’re jealous because Jack was being a hassle and a half trying to get into my underwear, right?” Natalia asked, pressing a hand to his stomach, leaning in close and taking his hand. She slid it down her body, from her neck, over her breasts, her stomach and into her underwear so he could feel her.

“Nat, it was stupid.” John tried again, and Natalia snorts.

“Clearly. Since he tried all evening, but you’re the one with your fingers pressed against my cunt, aren’t you? You’re the one I brag to my family about. You’re the one I can’t stop touching even when I want to punch you in the mouth. You’re the one who has my heart, my body, and my soul.” Natalia pulled his hand out of her underwear and gave him a shove towards the bed.

“I shouldn’t have left you. I just got… frustrated and overwhelmed. I felt old. I felt jealous, and old, and it was stupid.” John said, letting her push him around, sitting on the end of the bed when the back of his knees touched the mattress. Nat stepped forwards, capping the bourbon and putting it on the night table. She circled the bed, planting her hand on his chest and shoving him down. Pulling the front of her underwear down a bit, she pointed to the initials on her.

“John, who’s initials are these? Do you think I took this lightly?” She asked, nodding at the look on his face, “Exactly. Now, I’m going to forgive you because I love you, but I’m also going to make you earn it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” John replied, clearly unsure about this, primarily because Natalia had never taken dominance like this before.

“You will refer to me as ma’am. You will do as you are told. If you need to stop, you will say red. If you need a break, you will say yellow. If you want something, you will beg for it. Do you understand?” Natalia asked.

“Yes ma’am.” John swallowed, eying her like she was a danger to him. Natalia smiled, cupping his chin and running her thumb over his lips.

“Kneel.” Natalia demanded, “Can you handle having your arms tied above your head for an extended period of time?”

“Yes ma’am.” John replied, sliding off of the bed and kneeling obediently.

“Good boy.” Nat smiled, circling him, then heading over to her luggage, “You know, I planned on getting you to use this on me, but I think I’ll have fun with you instead.”

John watched as she bent to go through her luggage, pulling a length of red rope and a book out. She flipped through the book idly, casting her eyes over to him and examining him.

“Undress, then lay down on your back with your arms above your head, right hand on your left elbow, left hand on your right elbow. Left under, right over.” Natalia demanded, watching him comply while she flipped through the book. She found what she wanted and examined it for a moment, then laid the book on the dresser. John undressed in the background and laid down on his back, putting his arms over his head like she demanded.

“Does it feel good to be told what to do, pet?” Natalia asked, smiling when John nodded his agreement.

“Yes ma’am. I didn’t think it would, but it does.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” She praised, walking over with the rope and eying him carefully, “John, this is going to take some time. Getting you out of it will also take a bit of time. Are you comfortable with me tying you up like this? Do you think you’ll be ok with your arms like this for that long?”

John eyed her carefully, thinking it over for a long moment to show he was actually sure before he nodded, “Yes ma’am. I can handle it. I… I want to.”

Natalia smiled, running her hand down his chest and stomach as a reward for his honesty. She knelt next to him, slowly beginning to wrap and twist the rope in elaborate patterns, creating an intricate cage of rope holding his arms in place, with loops under his arms and even a collar around his neck that tightened if he struggled and loosened if he laid still. Every step of the way, Nat checked in to be sure that he was okay, that the rope wasn’t too tight or too loose, and that he wasn’t in any pain. Once she was finished, John groaned softly when she leaned down to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip.

“You’re being so good. I’m so proud of you, John.” She praised, then stood up and snapped a photo of him on her phone. He bit back a growl at that, and she smiled wider, stepping on his chest with her heel. She didn’t put her weight into it much, just enough to leave a light imprint, but she watched his cock bob in response. She licked her lips, tapping the side of her heel against his chin to make him tilt his head back, then pressing down on his throat.

“How are you doing, pet?”

“Green, ma’am.” John replied, voice a little strained from her pressing on his throat. She smiled, skimming her foot down his chest and stomach, brushing over his cock but only briefly before she planted her foot on the ground again. Natalia bent and helped him sit up since he didn’t have use of his arms.

“Get up, pet. I want you to lay on the bed, okay? On your back. I’m going to retie you, and if you’re good and you beg pretty enough, I might reward you.” Natalia purred, running her fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug. John gasped, tensing, but stood obediently and walked over to the bed, laying down on his back. Natalia crawled onto the bed and straddled his belly, carefully untying his arms and admiring the imprints. She ran her hands over his arms, careful and sweet, massaging them for a moment before she used his tie to wrap his wrists, and his belt to secure him to the bed.

“There we go. You’re doing so well, John.” Natalia kissed the corner of his mouth gently, watching his chest heave, “What do you want me to do, pet?”

“I… I want you to ride me, ma’am.” John replied after a pause to consider. Natalia grinned, stealing a proper kiss and sighing happily as he kissed her back desperately. She pulled away once she felt he’d had enough.

“Beg for it, John.” Natalia purred, adjusting so she was rubbing her clothed pussy against his cock.

“Please, ma’am. Please, I need you to ride me.” John begged as earnestly as he could. Natalia beamed, taking off her bra and tossing it off the bed.

“How bad do you need it?”

“It hurts. Please, not being inside of you hurts.” John tried, and Natalia carefully shimmied out of her underwear, dropping it off the edge of the bed. She straddled him carefully, rubbing her cunt over his cock, coating him in her wetness. She ran her hands down over his strained arms, feeling the muscle out shamelessly. Her hands squeezed his chest, fingers pulling delicately at his nipples, giggling when he throbbed between her legs.

“Now, John, the most important questions. Who do I belong to?” Natalia asked.

“Me, ma’am.” Comes his soft, warm reply.

“And who do you belong to?” She asked, running her hands down over his stomach, pulling at the hair trailing down from his belly button. He moaned softly in response, taking a few breaths to steady himself.

“You, ma’am.” John replied, hissing as she lifted her hips, lined him up with her and slid down onto him. He groaned loudly, pressing his head back into the pillows and grinding up into her desperately. Natalia laid her hands on his chest, slowly beginning to rock up and down on him, hissing as he pushed up against her. John stared up at her, breathing hard as he planted his feet on the bed and began to buck up into her.

“Ma’am, please untie me. I want to touch you. I need to touch you.” John begged, nearly moaning in relief when Natalia obeyed his request and unhooked his belt, then untied his wrists. He tried to grab her, but she held fast, pressing soft kisses over the red skin around his wrists. Making sure she hadn’t injured him even if she knew he was tough enough to handle it. John flipped them over once she let him go, grasping the sheets and bucking into her hard. He set a brutal pace, stealing biting kisses every few thrusts like he needed them to live. Natalia dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs around his hips, her feet on his thighs to push him into her.

“John. John, I need you. Please, don’t stop! John!” Natalia shouted, pulling him closer, hissing when one hand dropped to spur her along. Soft grunts mixed with bitten back moans, and it wasn’t long before both of them were shattering, heat pooling in their veins, liquid hot metal running down their spines and making them both shout into the humid air.

In the aftermath, John panted into Natalia’s neck, tracing his fingers down her side lovingly, like she was a work of art. Natalia nuzzled her face into his sweaty hair, soothing the deep scratches in his back with her hands as best as she could. John leaned in to kiss her once he had his breath back, fingers tracing the edge of her face.

“I love you, Natalia.” He murmured into the kiss, smiling as she returned it eagerly, pressing up into him.

“I love you too John. You’re more than I ever thought I would deserve.”

[doyouliketosambax]

Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 😊 🖤

since I was tagged by @therapist-anon and @ask-mega-demon-bendy in a similar post and I had this ask, I figured I would do this here! Thank you, Hailey!

I love food. Yeah, I know, bUT I legit think that cooking and baking are art forms. Arts and science together, heck yeah

I love children. Should translate well in my rping, seeing as this muse has strong paternal instincts, and I play as child characters on top of that. Just...opportunities are endless for them, man.

I love when my friends or my family ask me questions about my special interests or let me talk about them, like it makes me so happy? I need to express my love for these beautiful things???

I love trying new things. A lot of the time, it can be daunting, because, hey, it’s new. But like. New food, new games, new art tricks, new ideas? It’s the start of a hecking journey! especially if I do it well the first time but that’s just perfectionism talking. Either way, it is rewarding.

I don’t edit much, but editing really is fun. It may be my fascination with things being put together to make a whole, but little aspects like syncing audio, cutting and cropping it so it sounds okay, getting the right effects with the right music with the right clips. I can’t wait to edit my video for this month!

[twelve-fallena]

Night 1

Era fends Fodder 3, Kimberly, and Laird away from her fire. Valdis and Fodder 1 sleep in shifts. Hailey cooks her food before putting her fire out. Aulla, Muse, and Fodder 5 discuss the games and what might happen in the morning. Quentin severely injures Chara and leaves him to die. Darla cries herself to sleep.