#I was gonna do it the other way around (with Mia and Diego dressed as the cookies) but I actually like this better tbh

[doctorsiren]

Latte and Almond as Mia and Diego

[ladykailolu]

Baby Marigold: exists/is Born

Mia Fey: You are the most important thing in the world, and I love you

I wanna talk more about Mama Mia

Mia was made to be a mom. Her look just screams MILF

All she had in the real game was her plant Charley

Now Mia has a real child

She absolute has a framed picture of Marigold when she's a newborn, swaddled in blankets. And that picture is meticulously kept clean on her work desk, right next to the computer screen so she can always be reminded of the love of her life. I can't imagine that Mia wouldn't also have pictures of herself holding Marigold.

And it's those pictures that Marigold discovers when she's much older and treasures almost as much as the magatama her mother gave her.

There's this thing called a hope chest that used to be a physical chest where a mother would store items to be used at her daughter's wedding and to help her keep the home. Nowadays, you can use the hope chest to keep keepsakes, like those porcelain ornaments meant to commemorate a child's birth, or first holiday, etc. So, Mia has a little hope chest of her own of blankets and other knick-knacks to commemorate moments in the first three years of Marigold's life. So when Marigold finds it when she's about 12 years old or so, it's a treasure-trove! The blanket is pretty big for a bed, so she uses it for her own bed for years while she lives with Godot.

Imagine that after a trial, Phoenix steps out of of the courtroom with Marigold in his arms. When Mia sees them, she rushes over, her eyes trained on Marigold as if she was hurt or lonely. Marigold was neither, and she brightened up anyway as Mia's approach, arms outstretch, childish voice chanting "up! up!" So Mia gingerly takes Marigold from Phoenix's arms.

Marigold always had difficulty sleeping, except for when she was a newborn. So often, Mia would hold her and rock her to sleep while she poured over notes for the next trial. When Marigold is 3 years old, Mia gently lays her down in her bed and tucks the blankets up to her chin. Of course, Marigold still can't sleep, so Mia reads her story after story, nodding off and fighting sleep herself. She's got more planning to do for this trial, so she can't sleep yet!

It was funny how much Marigold was like her father, even at this age and without ever meeting him properly. Diego had problems getting to sleep too. It had to have been all the coffee. Mia twice not-so-subtly offered the idea of detoxing, and Diego shot her down both times. He won't even settle for decaffeinated coffee. Who knew that his night-owl genes would pass along to their daughter? If that's true then Mia's sure that Marigold would be just as addicted to coffee as Diego as soon as she takes her first sip.

Imagine that in the winter, Phoenix and Mia go on a stroll in a frosty park (let's say it gets cold where they live lol), and Mia pushes Marigold along in a stroller. WELL! It took them like an hour to even leave the office because Mia had to dress Marigold up in a sweater, a coat with a hoodie, a hat, gloves, a scarf, and wrapped her in a blanket as she sits in her stroller. She looked like a little queen! Perhaps it was a little over-the-top, but Phoenix isn't gonna stand in the way of a very concerned Mama Mia.

And lastly, Godot reads all the letters Mia wrote for him, intending to share them with him when he woke up. Those letters contained the stories of the little moments in Marigold's life that most people would pass over, but only her parents would see. And they're told from the perspective of Mia. The moment of Marigold's birth and how Mia thought she was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. The day when Mia brought Marigold home and showed her everything. Playing with Marigold. Showing Marigold the beach and snow for the first time. Marigold taking her first steps. Mia subsequently chasing Marigold around the house before she goes tumbling down the steps. Marigold squirming around and babbling and just being cute! Marigold saying her first word, creating her first drawing, reading her first book. Marigold's nasty habit of not getting to sleep until way past her bedtime. All the little knick-knacks that she saved for Marigold. How much she misses him and wishes that she could be there to see all of this happen (and the ink here is a little smudged, suggesting that liquid contacted the paper. Was she crying?). The days that Marigold first said "dada" and "mama".

It's more than enough to make Godot cry. He reads those letters carefully, one after the other, in a dark room illuminated by the red light of his visor.

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...In the witch!AU, for the first three years of Marigold's life, Diego got to experience these moments with Mia. While Marigold still had trouble sleeping, Diego could put her to sleep at ease with his magic. And he was there when she took her first steps, said her first word, called them "papi" and "mami". He was there for all of it during those three years until the incident happened. Fast forward 9 years, and Godot is shocked to find Marigold so grown up, and so beautiful like her mother. It's like Mia lives on in Marigold, the girl's existence is a gentle reminder of the love Mia had for Godot.

[dlea203]

5 years - Hannix AU

A/N: Hey there :)

I know I've been MIA for over a month regarding this story... I'm terribly sorry and the only (lame) explanation there is, is: real life :( Uni has started back up and I'm still figuring that out, plus I've had a massive writer's block... not very funny, but I'm certain that I don't have to tell you that ;)

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to each and everyone out there who's taken the time to read chapter one and has left a like or a comment. Keep those comments coming and don't hesitate to reblog and tell me if you have requests regarding this story or if you want me to write something else for our lovely Hannix couple.

Here's chapter two!

Taglist: @sweetwhispersofchaos

Warnings: fluff (lots of that :)) and angst

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Chapter Two

“How… but… I don’t understand. We were told you crashed”, Rooster stammered, running a hand through his hair.

Natasha still didn’t dare to move. All her prayers had just come true, but she couldn’t quite believe it. She feared that her mind might be playing tricks on her and that he wasn’t really there.

“I did crash”, Jake answered half-heartedly.

He didn’t really want to offer any explanations right now. It was a long story, a very long story, that required quite some liquid courage to bear telling it.

“But… How is it possible that you’re alive? They told us that there’s no chance...”

“It’s a long story, Bradshaw.”

He wanted to turn to Natasha and ask her whether she’d mind if he gave her a hug, because he craved to touch her, but he was cut off by another familiar voice.

“Delilah, Ally, stop! Careful, there’s shards everywhere!”

Shannon.

Two identical little girls came into view behind Rooster. Both girls had brown hair and wore matching outfits. They giggled, one tugged on Rooster’s sleeve and the other on Natasha’s dress but they turned silent the minute they laid eyes on Jake. The one next to Natasha cocked her head to the side and eyed him closely. The other one was shyer, seeking cover behind Rooster’s legs.

“I swear to God, one day you’re gonna give me a heart attack fr-… Oh!”

Shannon stumbled backwards and grabbed a hold of the wall next to her. Her face showed the very definition of shock.

“Jake?! What on earth are you doing here?!”

“I’m coming home. Well, I’m trying to, but somehow I’m not getting much further than the front porch”, he weakly tried to joke.

But Shannon’s face broke into a smile. It really was him; she recognized his humor immediately. She carefully squeezed past Rooster and Natasha and reached out.

“Can I give you a hug?”

Jake smiled happily and wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s good to see you, Shannon”, he whispered into her hair.

“So, God has received my prayers after all”, she murmured and softly stroked his back before pulling away.

“I assume, those two troublemakers are the twins”, he commented and pointed at the little girls.

“Yeah. The one hiding behind Bradley is Ally and this little rascal is Delilah”, Shannon answered and picked Delilah up.

Jake grinned at her and gently stroked her cheek with his index finger.

“Last time I saw them was on an ultrasound picture.”

Shannon nodded and bumped Delilah’s nose with her own.

“They’ve grown quite a bit since then. Causing trouble wherever they go and making their parents go insane. But we wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”

Jake nodded and switched his gaze over to the rest in the hallway. None of them had moved, they were simply observing the situation. And since Natasha still seemed a bit overwhelmed by everything, he decided to finally introduce himself to the blonde woman next to her.

“I think we haven’t met before. I’m Jake”, he began and offered his hand.

“Sandy Rollins”, she replied and shook his hand.

Jake was glad that she didn’t push for who exactly he was. He’d need a lot more than a few beers to explain everything and he really didn’t feel like doing that now. 

“Are you a San Diego native, Sandy?”, he asked instead, as casually as possible.

“No”, she laughed and shook her head, “I was born in Nashville, but we moved a lot while I grew up. My dad worked for a company with many international locations. So basically, the world is my home. Makes doing my job a lot easier.”

“And what’s your job, if I’m allowed to ask?”

“I’m a flight attendant.”

“Yeah, I figured. Gotta somehow be involved with flying if you’re friends with this group of people.”

He motioned to Rooster and Natasha, smiling kindly.

“That’s true. Met my husband Bob that way.”

Jake did a double take on that.

“You’re Bob’s wife? Bob as in Robert Floyd?”

Sandy nodded.

“How long have you been married?”

“Three years as of a week ago. Happiest three years of my life”, Sandy beamed and showed him her golden wedding band.

“Wow, congratulations, I guess… I mean, technically I’m three years late but…”

“Oh, thank you and don’t worry about it. It’s not like we made a big deal out of it. Anyway, you should come in and say hello to the others. The guys just about fired up the grill. Come on.”

Sandy gently pulled him through the door and closed it behind him. That seemed to snap Natasha out of her trance, because she suddenly spun on her heel and headed for the laundry room down the hall. Jake all but wanted to follow her, but he wasn’t sure whether she’d want that, so he let Sandy drag him into the living room instead.

“Holy shit!” (Payback)

“Good Lord?!” (Jessica)

“What the hell?!” (Fanboy)

“Hangman?! Is that you?!” (Bob)

Payback, Fanboy, Jessica and Bob looked like they’d seen a ghost. They stood frozen in place and stared at him, speechless.

“Hi guys. Missed you too”, Jake laughed.

“This is a joke, right?”

Jake’s smile widened as he saw who’d just entered the living room through the patio door.

“Tell me that this isn’t real. That I’m making this up. That that’s not my best friend standing there in the living room”, Coyote rambled as he slowly stepped closer.

“Missed you, wingman”, Jake said and fought back the tears burning in his eyes.

“Where the hell have you been?!”, Coyote exclaimed and pushed at Jake’s chest before wrapping his arms tightly around him.

The rest of the dagger squad and their significant others watched with tears in their eyes and dopey smiles on their faces how the two best friends hugged each other tight.

“It’s been five years man”, Coyote stated as he pulled away.

“I know.”

“Five years of believing that you died over there. What the hell happened?”

“It’s a…”, Jake cut himself off when he saw Liz entering the house through the patio door.

Her expression changed from confusion and shock to a wide smile within record time before she turned back to the door and shouted into the garden: “Lynn, there’s someone here for you!”

Jake’s heart did a somersault. But he didn’t have time to panic. Footsteps and laughter sounded from the patio stairs, nearing quickly. When Liz stepped aside a blond little girl came into view, dashing into the living room. She came to a stop beside Liz and looked at her expectantly.

“Who is it?”

Liz pointed in Jake’s direction, still smiling from ear to ear. The little girl turned her head and looked straight at Jake. Green eyes on green eyes, for the first time since five years.

Jake’s jaw dropped, tears collecting in his eyes once again. His heart sped up and threatened to jump out of his chest. His fingers ached to reach out to touch her, just like they had when he’d wanted to touch her mother minutes before. She’d grown since he’d last seen her, grown into the most beautiful little girl he’d ever laid eyes on. 

His little girl. 

50% of the reason he’d fought for his life every day for the past five years. The other 50% had just disappeared down the hallway.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Did his little girl know who he was? What had Natasha told her about him? Did she even tell her about him? His heart sank at the possibility, that he was a stranger to his own daughter. But he would never blame Natasha for not telling Lynn about him. He knew that all she ever wanted was to protect their daughter, hell, he himself wanted nothing else. It would break his heart, but he’d never blame Natasha for keeping Lynn safe from any pain. Even if that meant he’d have to take small steps with his baby girl. When he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and never let go again…

“Daddy?”, she asked, confusion written across her face.

His heart skipped a beat. She did know. All his worries were lifted off his shoulders and were replaced by pure happiness and relief.

“Hi princess”, he breathed out, falling to his knees, a tear slipping down his left cheek.

A wide smile replaced the confused expression on her face, but she looked at Liz once more, insecurely twisting the hem of her dress.

“Don’t you wanna give your daddy a hug?”, Liz asked softly, running a hand over her head.

At that, Lynn took off, running into his waiting arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face there too. Jake caught her and stood up, swinging her around, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

God, had he missed his little princess.

The others felt their hearts swell at the scene in front of them. Payback wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders, shaking his head at what he saw. Shannon leaned into him, gently squeezing Delilah’s shoulder, who stood in front of her, holding her twin sister’s hand. Coyote walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Liz leaned back into his chest, smiling fondly. Bob had his left arm wrapped around Sandy’s waist and shared a happy smile with her. Fanboy and Jessica stood behind the kitchen island, watching with wide smiles on their faces. Jessica even wiped away a few tears. Rooster leaned against the bookshelf behind Jake, squeezing Emma against his side, kissing her temple.

The rest of the kids had all gathered at the patio door, observing the scene. Hailey, Jaylen, and Sam smiled; they were the only ones of the kids who had an idea of what was going on. Hailey held three-year-old Sophie Carolin Bradshaw on her hip, smiling at the confusion on her face. Sophie had no idea what was happening since she didn’t even know who Jake was. Same goes for two-year-old Cara Alicia Garcia, who was standing in between Marco and Enrique, holding hands with each of her brothers. Nick was a tiny bit confused about his best friend hugging a stranger, because they were repeatedly told by their parents to not engage with strangers unless mom and dad are doing so too. But he figured that it was okay since his parents stood right next to Lynn and the stranger. Nick glanced around the room. His uncles and aunts were all smiling and grinning, pure happiness radiating off them. When his gaze landed on his auntie Nat though, he frowned. She looked upset but no one seemed to notice. But Nick chose to keep quiet. He was sure that someone would explain eventually…

Natasha stood in the hallway between the front door and the living room, trying in vain to wipe away her tears as she watched her two favorite humans being reunited. After five very long years, her heart was whole again, beating rapidly beneath her ribcage.

When Lynn noticed her, she smiled brightly at her mother.

“Mommy, look who is here!”, she exclaimed.

A sob escaped Natasha’s mouth as she smiled back at her daughter and nodded.

Jake gently placed Lynn on his left hip and held out his right hand, smiling happily at his wife. Lynn reached out with her left arm.

“Come give daddy a hug, mommy”, she pleaded.

Natasha didn’t hesitate another moment. She crossed the living room and took Jake’s hand, letting him pull her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around her husband and daughter, holding on as if for dear life. Jake pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, reveling in the fact that he had his girls back in his arms.

Natasha buried her face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat, shamelessly letting the tears fall. She was soaking his shirt, but neither one of them could care less. Nothing mattered today, not even her pride or principles. He was breathing and his heart was beating. He was alive and home. That’s all that mattered.

“Why are you crying mommy?”, Lynn asked, worried.

Natasha raised her head and wiped away some of the tears, but fresh ones followed immediately.

“Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad, baby. These are happy tears”, Natasha assured her and gently caressed her daughter’s cheek.

But Lynn frowned, not fully convinced yet.

“I’m so happy, baby, I swear. I’m so happy that daddy is home.”

Natasha looked up at Jake, beaming. Jake’s heart skipped another beat. Slowly, he leaned forward and finally captured her lips in a kiss. And that was the moment when their whole world shifted back into place. As if someone had collected all the pieces of a broken vase and put them back together correctly.Finally, everything was the way it always was supposed to be.

-*-*-

Thanksgiving, 4 years ago…

Her phone rang, but Natasha tried to ignore it. It was just past nine o’clock in the morning and she lay in her bed, gently rubbing her left hand across Lynn’s stomach. Lynn lay beside her, sleeping peacefully, clutching her fluffy white sheep tightly in her hands.

Lynn hadn’t been able to find sleep for quite some time last night. Natasha had tried every trick she knew, but nothing had worked. Eventually, she’d put her down in her bed, holding her tight to her chest. Around midnight they’d both finally fallen asleep.

The ringing of her phone didn’t stop and when Lynn started to stir, Natasha grabbed it and accepted the call.

“Hello?”

“Nat, sweetheart?”, Emma asked on the other end.

“Why for God’s sake are you calling me at nine o’clock on Thanksgiving?”, Natasha snapped and regretted it immediately.

She wasn’t mad at Emma, and it was unfair to treat her like this, but today wasn’t a good day. Today marked one year. One year without him…

But Emma didn’t act on Natasha’s harsh tone, just sighing softly. She knew better than anyone else what her friend had gone through this past year, spending countless nights on the phone with her. Listening to Natasha crying, because she refused to cry when they were physically hanging out. Always putting up a brave face, arguing that Lynn needed her on the top of her game.

“I’m calling, because I know that you’re not up yet and I want to make sure you leave the bed.”

“I can’t”, Natasha whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Honey, I know today is a tough day, but you gotta get up. You can’t stay in bed all day. Jake wouldn’t want that.”

“He has no say anymore!”

Emma sighed.

“Do I have to get up there and drag you out of bed?”

Natasha frowned.

“What?”

“I’m on your front porch. Bradley is running to the store with Nick to buy breakfast. Can you come down and let me in? I’ll help you with Lynn.”

Natasha stared at her engagement ring and her wedding band, considering her next move carefully. She definitely wasn’t dressed for company and not really up for facing her friend anyway, but she knew Emma. She’d use the spare key if Natasha didn’t do what she asked her to.

“Give me two minutes.”

Emma turned around at the sound of the front door opening. Natasha looked awfully tired, dark circles under her eyes and a messy bun were treacherous signs of her horrible condition these days. She wore one of Jake’s old t-shirts and grey sweatpants.

“Hi”, she weakly offered and stepped aside.

Emma pressed her lips together and walked past her into the house. Natasha softly closed the door and followed Emma into the kitchen. Natasha sat on one of the barstools, slumped over the counter, burying her face in her hands.          Emma just got the coffee brewing when she heard a quiet sob from the kitchen island. She spun around and walked up to her friend, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, and pulling her into her arms. Natasha kept her face hidden in her hands, but she leaned into Emma’s embrace.

“I’m sorry”, Natasha choked out, her words muffled by her hands.

“Oh Nat… You’re so strong all the time, sweetheart. It’s okay to let go from time to time. Especially today. Don’t ever apologize for struggling with the hell you have to go through.”

Natasha hiccupped and winced.

“But it’s been one year…”

“Dear”, Emma sighed, gently grabbed Natasha’s wrists, and made her look up.

“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. Losing your better half is never easy and it will never be easy. Whether it’s been a year, three years, or ten years, it always hurts. The pain will always be there, it just fades. You learn to live with it.”

“What if I don’t?”

“You will. You know why?”

Natasha shook her head.

“Because you’ve got us. Shannon, Jessica, Liz, and me for starters. Bradley and the guys, Mav and Penny… You’ve got half a football team!”

Natasha snorted and Emma chuckled.

“We’re all here for you, whether you like it or not. And we’re going to help you get through this. You’re not alone. And remember, we have lost him too.”

Natasha nodded and watched Emma pour coffee into two mugs. She put one in front of Natasha and sat down next to her. It was quiet for a few minutes, both of them lost in their thoughts. Emma was the first to break the silence.

“Sometimes, when Nick finally sleeps, Bradley and I talk about him. About, what he’s done for us and what he meant to us…”

Natasha took a sip from her mug and listened attentively.

“Bradley always laughs at how much their relationship has changed. From hating each other to accepting each other to genuine friendship. And all of that over the course of a year… Bradley sometimes can’t believe it, but he’s glad that they got it together. I think all of us are.”

They chuckled.

“He misses him, more than he likes to admit. He tries to hide it, but I know where he goes when he heads out alone. I don’t mistrust my husband, but I followed him once. He spent an hour at Jake’s grave, talking to him, telling him about our life, about you and Lynn. He’d even bought some fresh flowers… He does that every once in a while. I think, it’s like therapy for him. Jake’s death hit him harder than he expected, so I’m glad he’s found a way to cope with it. Then, at least one of us does…”

Emma swallowed hard and looked at Natasha, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t say that. I shouldn’t struggle as much as I do, Jake’s not my husband after all.”

Natasha laid her hand on Emma’s arm.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hold back because of me. Like you said, I’m not the only one who’s lost him.”

They spent a few more minutes in silence, emptying their mugs. Emma rinsed them while Natasha walked up to her room, gently waking Lynn up.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up”, she said softly while gently ruffling Lynn’s hair.

Lynn stirred and looked at her mother with sleepy eyes.

“Come on, Aunt Emma is here for breakfast. Uncle Bradley and Nick are coming too. Let’s get dressed, okay?”

Lynn nodded and let her mother dress her without fussing. When Lynn was ready, Natasha carried her down into the living room, where Emma was absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a magazine. At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, she looked up and her face lit up, when she saw Lynn.

“Hey Lynn, how are you, sweetie?”

Lynn smiled at Emma, reaching for her. Emma took her from Natasha, bouncing her up and down on her hip.

“I’ve got her, go get dressed.”

Natasha nodded and returned to her room. She picked out a comfortable sweater and her favorite pair of jeans. After a quick glance into the mirror, she opened her drawer and took out her jewelry box. Natasha didn’t own much jewelry, but she was very proud of every piece in that box. Carefully, she took out the white gold earrings her parents had given her when she’d graduated from high school and put them on. Then, her gaze fell on a silver bracelet, partly hidden beneath a set of rings and necklaces. She sucked in a breath and took it out, holding it in front of her. A small Eiffel tower dangled from the chain, alongside a heart with a tiny violet precious stone and a feather. Jake had given it to her for their first Christmas as husband and wife, alongside two plane tickets to Paris. They’d had a week off, thanks to a friend of Jake, who worked in administration. It has been one of her most beautiful holidays to this day.

After hesitating for a few moments, she put it around her right wrist, brushing the Eiffel tower with her index finger. Then, she stowed the box away in her drawer and returned downstairs, joining Emma, Lynn, Bradley and Nick at the table. 

They fell into an easy conversation, making plans for an afternoon walk and a coffee date at their favorite coffee shop in town. Midway through breakfast, Penny had called Bradley, inviting all of them to dinner at her and Maverick’s. Natasha wanted to decline but Penny insisted she come.

And when she sat at Penny’s table in the evening and saw the happy faces around her, her lips curved up into a small smile. She thought she could never enjoy thanksgiving again, but her friends let her forget for the moment that he was no longer among them. And for that she was infinitely grateful.

[munimuni-muna]

Mornin’! Can I have a tarot read please?. My name is Anastasia, I’m a Sagittarius, I read JJBA too! I don’t know how to explain the topic well but I’ll try🙃...... I’ll get straight to the point using the questions from your post! Who is my soulmate? What do I need to focus on right now? thanksssssss💕💕💕💕

Hey hey, Anastasia! Oooh a soulmate read😏❤️. Let's start!

We have here Kira(8) and Diavolo.

Anastasia😏, mamma mia~Right off the bat, the initial energy I pick up on is regality. Your person has a dignified vibe about them.

I see in Kira that your person dresses in a somewhat semi-formal manner simmilar to the dark academia aesthetic. This person has a rich mind. They would seem very cold because they actually could be. They have an unforgiving vibe about them, almost villanous tbh. This person speaks so less bcause most of the time, they don't see the need to. So when they talk, there is gravity to their words. This person loves very deeply even if they don't show it much.

Darn, Anastasia, I see a bright smile. Your person becomes a completely different one when they smile that it's actually overwhelming. I'm also picking up on dimples on the left cheek. Darn, where'd that come from? If it matters, Anastasia, this one's a looker, so good for you!🙌🏻 ANYWAY, let's move forward.

Diavolo here represents some shadows he may have. There's something about being chained to something here since I'm very drawn to Diavolo's tattoo's. Something left a mark on this person from the past that it made them so quiet. I actually needed to clarify this, so I got cards from the tarot deck:

The Queen of Cups and the King of Pentacles. Speaking of regality, this person grew up in quite a lavish environment. They're very much loved by their mother. Everything they know and expect of and in love is from their mother. But there's something about the father that was pretty distant and strict. Perhaps this is where he got that cold vibe from.

I see this person as someone of average height too. This person shows their affections through acts of servicerather than gifts. And they appreciate the littlest of trinkets given to them. This person is surpringly sentimental.

*Sorry if their looks are scattered within the read. I'm picking things up as I type😅 And I can't go too in depth too since this post is gonna be a novel, but I can do that for you privately👍🏻 Although that comes with a price already😅*

For what you need to focus on right now>>

OHMYGAWD Anastasia. 2 DIOS. From top left we have Dio then Diego. And under Dio is Leone then Hot Pants.

Anastasia. 2 DIOS. I'm just gonna call them Dio and Diego separetely. I've never had these 2 side by side in a read! This means that what you need to focus on right now are your shadows. I see it especially in Dio there. Shadows meaning your past hurts, situations or people that troubled you and can't seem to forget, etc. In fact this whole spread just speaks of shadows. Dio and Diego had some pretty nasty pasts and so does Leone and Hot Pants.

In Diego, I see that you have to figure out something in specific here. Your current dilemma or blockage (if you do have one) or simply the feeling of restlessness is sourcing from somewhere in your past that you have to work on to get to know yourself, and to finally move forward.

In Leone and Hot Pants together there, I see that this past has something to do with regret. Leone regretted turning a blind eye that day while Hot Pants regretted being a coward. And so now they are tougher but gravely wounded warriors. You could have regretted doing something before. And now you're living around that shadow. So you are encouraged to examine yourself here, to see this darkness, and figure out what you've learned. Why did it happen, and what did it ultimately bring you?

That's all I got for you, Anastasia! I wish you the best of luck in your soulmate joirney and your life's journey. I pray that you face uour shadows with courage, so I send you lots of love and light❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟.

P.S. I noticed while I was doing the tags that you got Diego and Hot Pants together there. These two had a significant comrade type of relationship in Steel Ball Run. They helped each other for the benefit of both of them, so I see that you may encounter someone who can help you with your shadows. Although this won't be a long time friend or a friend in general. This could be a stranger coming to your life all of a sudden and you'll eventually separate ways when time dictates, but in good terms. Because by then, you each need to be independent in life and have fulfilled what you need from each other.

[velasnyx]

Welcome to the Pack Ch.9

I got to the alley. I could already smell the blood. But it wasn't from a werewolf. It was human blood and it smelt familiar too. "Hey! What are you doing here?". I turned to an older man who was standing in the doorway of the backdoor of the restaurant. "I'm sorry. My friend dropped his wallet here earlier today," I said. "I was out here for a smoke break. I didn't see a wallet anywhere," he said. "Are you sure? Maybe you can check on your camera?" I asked. He sighed. "Fine. I will check the camera. Come with me".

I followed him into a room. I guess it was his office. He sat in front of his computer and started looking for the footage. "Boris! I've got an unruly customer! Some help would be nice!". This could be my chance! C'mon Boris, get the hell outta here. "Ah! Stay here and don't touch anything," he said then left.

I started to look for the footage from last night. The footage was in 1 hour intervals. I gotta find this quick. I clicked on them and fast forwarded. "I got someone in the back who's looking for a wallet. I don't want to keep them there alone too long," I heard Boris say. He'll be making his way back soon. Gotta hurry.

I could hear his footsteps coming back. Dammit. Where is it? "Boris! Aleksie's got your delivery. He's in the alley". "Tell him I'll be right there". Found it! A van pulled up. They tried to take her but she turned. They used the wolfsbane to knock her out. That blood was from the hunter. I took a picture of the license plate with my phone. One of the hunters was stupid enough to show his face. I took a picture of that too.

I closed the video and stepped away from the computer. He came back into the room. We looked through the footage from today and of course found nothing. "Oh man. I don't know what my friend's gonna do. If only he was more responsible. Thank you anyway," I told him.

I didn't recognize that hunter. Maybe her brother might. Ema had sent me the address a few hours ago. It isn't too far from here and it's not too late to pass by.

I knocked on the door. No answer. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again. Still nothing. I waited a bit and figured he was either out or sleeping. I'll have to try tomorrow. I started to walk away.

Just then, a loud crash came from the apartment. I ran back and busted through the door. Before I could figure out what was going on, I was guy in the face with something that was made of glass. I leaned against the wall while I was still disoriented. I heard footsteps run past me

I staggered out the door and saw three figures running down the stairs. Get your head in the game Mia. You gotta go after them.

I ran outside and saw them throw someone in a van. It was the same van from the footage! They got in and started driving off. I hurried to my motorcycle and went after them.

When I managed to catch up, I slashed their tires. They started losing control of the van. "Get that bitch off our tail!". One of them there something at the front wheel of my bike, causing me to swerve. When I got closer to the van, a gun appeared out the window. I didn't have time to react. They pulled the trigger and I was hit. But it wasn't a bullet. It was a syringe. I pulled it out.

I went for the other tires but noticed I couldn't draw out my claws. What the hell was in that syringe? They threw a pipe at my wheel and I lost control of the bike. Didn't do much good though since they lost control not long after.

"Dammit! Dammit! Get that bitch!". I heard a flurry of footsteps running over. I looked up and saw four hunters coming right my way. I got to my feet, ready to fight. Come at me, mother fuckers. I can hold my own just fine. Even without my powers.

One of them swing at me. I dodged and grabbed his arm. I slammed him to the floor and kicked him in the face. One down.

I felt something hard hit my back. I fell to my knees and got kicked in the face. My senses are off since I can't use my powers. I saw the pipe coming right toward my face. I grabbed it and pulled it down. My knee collided with the hunters face. Two down. I felt blood trickle down the left side of my face. They must've busted my head open. Great.

The other two looked a little scared. I stood up and glared at them. One charged at me and I punched him, knocking him unconscious. "Shot! Fuck this!" the other said. He started running away. I grabbed the metal pipe that hunter used to hit me and there it at other's legs. It hit his legs and he fell to the floor with a pained scream. "You broke my legs, you bitch!". I walked over to the van. "You're lucky I can use my powers. I would have slaughtered each and every one of you," I sneered as the I passed him. He shot me a nasty glare.

I looked in the van. No one was in there. Dammit! He must have run away. That's fine. I'll get my answers from the source. I walked back to the hunter. "Stay away from me freak!" he yelled. I squatted down and grabbed him by his hair. "Where's the girl?" I asked. "Fuck you!". I slammed his face against the concrete. "I'll ask again. Where. Is. The. Girl." I repeated. "Eat shit and die, you fuckin' mutt". I groaned in annoyance.

I felt a sudden sharp pain in my ribs and was kicked to the floor. I winced in pain. Looking up I saw the hunters running away. Great. I struggled to get to my feet and made my way to my bike. I didn't even have the strength to pick it up. "Dammit!" I hissed. I need to call Diego.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. It was busted. Fucking wonderful! What fucking luck I have. I mustered up the strength to pick up my bike and hide it nearby. I'll pick it up later. There's no way I'll manage to stay on it all the way back to.the temple. I started walking. I can make it to my apartment. It's about ten minutes from here. I can make it. I can make it.

I was losing consciousness. This isn't good. I don't know when the effects of whatever was in that syringe will wear off. Until it does, I can't heal. They beat me up pretty good. After that bastard stabbed me, well, it really put me in trouble.

I stumbled into an alleyway. Leaning against the wall, I struggled to catch my breath. "Hey, you okay?". I was startled by the voice and quickly got on the defensive. It was that girl from the bar. The cute one who asked for my number. She looked a bit scared. I must look like hell. "Oh my God. We need to get you to a hospital," she said. "No! No, please. No hospitals," I responded. She looked at me, puzzled. "Just please. Don't take me to a hospital. It's not safe for me there". Hunters are everywhere. Hunters are anyone. They work regular jobs like everyone else. I bet anything there will be a few at the hospital and they'll spot me from a mile away.

She seemed hesitant to comply. "Fine. Let me help you to my place. I'll patch you up there," she said. I hesitated. The last thing I wanted was to be a burden. I don't want her to get tangled up in this mess. "C'mon. If you won't let me take you to the hospital then you have to let me help you another way," she said, sternly. I was still hesitant but eventually gave in.

She helped me into her apartment and sat me down in a nearby chair. I haven't felt this kind of pain in a while. A long while. "I'll be back. Okay?". I nodded.

She came back with a first aid. "I have to uh…. I'm gonna have to take off your shirt. Okay?" she said. I nodded. She helped me take off my tank top. I could see most of the right side was blood stained. I could see the color drain from her face. "That bad, huh?"I asked. "Its uh…". She took a deep breath. "It's not great. I won't lie," she said. She started feeling around the areas I was hit pretty bad. "You got a lot of bruises… some broken ribs most likely. That's the least of your problems. Your head's busted open and you lost a lot of blood from a stab wound. I really think I should take you to the hospital". I shook my head. "I can't," I said. "Why not? You could die!". Think of something Mia. Use your bullshitting skills. "I… I don't have health insurance," I said. It wasn't a complete lie. I technically didn't. Mainly because I didn't need it since I just heal on my own.

She sighed. "Alright. Just… don't die on me. Please?". I chuckled. "I won't". She started cleaning the blood off and dressing the wounds.

Most of my scar was covered by blood so when she cleaned it, I could tell she was taken aback. I'm sure it didn't do much for my already frightening appearance.

She finished patching me up. Hopefully that stuff would wear off soon. Then I can fully heal and not worry about bleeding out, especially here. "So, what happened?" she asked. "Usually, people ask my name before they ask why I look like hot garbage," I joked. She chuckled. "Not sure this is the right time to flirt. You're practically dying". I shrugged. "I couldn't think of a better time. Especially if I flirting with the person who might have saved my life," I said. She rolled her eyes. "Do I get to know the name of my savior?". She smiled at me, sweetly. "Lana". "Mia. Nice to formally meet you," I said. "Likewise. So, what's the deal with you looking like 'hot garbage'?" Lana asked. "I was jumped by a few guys. Guess they just wanted to beat someone up," I answered.

She didn't look convinced. Man, she probably thinks I'm in a gang. Ah shit, she probably thinks I'm part of the yakuza or something! Dammit! "I know what you're thinking. I'm not into anything bad. I'm not a criminal. I'm not a bad person," I rambled. I wasn't exactly sure about that. If I wasn't a bad person. If I wasn't a criminal. I've killed people. I would've killed those hunters if I had the ability to do so.

"Hey. I won't make judgments about someone I just met. I'd like to know you better before I do," Lana said. I smiled. "Better make sure I don't die then," I joked. She laughed. "I'll let you rest. If you need something, don't hesitate to ask". "Thank you, Lana".

A few hours past. The pain had gone away. My wounds had healed. Thinking about it, I don't think this was a good way to meet Lana. Bleeding out in her apartment. Then she see that everything's healed. How am I going to explain that?

I gathered everything that was proof I was here last night. If I can make her think I wasn't here, then we can start this over. I could just tell her she probably had a crazy dream.

[megaphonemonday]

#keepherinthegame drabble - need to dress accordingly

In honor of @pitchstreetteam‘s March #KeepHerIntheGame campaign and this post, here’s a little Pitch oneshot for the prompt Author’s Choice. 

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“Ginny, I swear to God, if you don’t get your cute butt out here in the next five seconds—”

“Stop using your mom voice on me, Ev,” Ginny called from the bathroom. “It’s weird.”

“Stop making me mother you!” she shot back. “This is supposed to be girls’ night, Ginny! For a few hours, I forget that I’ve got a husband and two seven-year-olds at home, I put on a pretty dress, I go to a bar, and someone buys me overpriced drinks. But I can only do that if you get your ass in gear.”

Finally stepping out of the bathroom, Ginny rolled her eyes. She’d waited until Evelyn could see, though it seemed she should have waited a moment longer. Her friend was sprawled on the couch, an arm flung theatrically across her face.

“You could definitely do all of that without me.”

“No, I couldn’t. If you’re not with me, I won’t have a convenient excuse to kick all the men who will undoubtedly flirt with me to the curb.”

Ginny laughed. “Your husband and kids aren’t reason enough?”

Evelyn moved her arm to glare, but shot upright instead. “Holy hell, Ginny,” she breathed. “Where did you get that?”

“This?” Ginny asked, self-consciously smoothing out the skirt of her dress. Not that there were any wrinkles in the loose, swinging fabric. The silk rubbed enticingly against Ginny’s legs and she remembered exactly why she’d bought it in the first place. She hadn’t really paid much attention to her reflection in the fitting room once she felt the sleek slide of fabric against her skin. “You told me to wear something that I like.”

“I know!” Evelyn grinned and eyed Ginny’s outfit appreciatively. “If I’d known that this is what you like, I would’ve stopped shopping for you years ago.”

“Like you would’ve given up control of my closet,” she teased, feeling better about the pale gold dress she’d just tied shut around her waist a few minutes ago. It hung from her shoulders on thin straps, making Ginny feel oddly exposed, though that could have more to do with the absence of the sling she’d been wearing since September. Having the use of two arms again was taking some getting used to, but Ginny was grateful.

Grateful enough to agree to girls night out without thinking it through.

It was Evelyn’s turn to roll her eyes, pushing to her feet. “I only needed to control your closet because I wasn’t aware you knew fabrics other than lycra and cotton existed.”

“This isn’t lycra?”

Evelyn swatted at Ginny with her clutch, pointing at the door.

“Out!” she ordered, only leaving her friend enough time to slip on a jacket and grab her purse.

They were onto their third venue of the night, Evelyn refusing to stay anywhere for more than two drinks. Ginny didn’t mind. That was usually about the time that anyone who’d caught wind of her whereabouts—thanks a lot, Twitter—showed up and started taking photos from a distance. Then, the distance would close and anything even resembling privacy was out the window.

She didn’t mind outrunning Ginnsanity, it’s just— Her feet were getting tired.

“Ev, can we please call it quits after this one?”

“Don’t wimp out on me, Ginny. This place is supposed to be amazing!”

“You’ve said that about the last two places!” she laughed, looking out the window as the car rolled to a stop.

“And they were! C’mon, don’t tell me that you wouldn’t have stayed at the first one for the bartender alone.”

Ginny smiled, but didn’t admit to Evelyn that while the bartender had been cute in a clean cut kind of way, her tastes were running distinctly more lumberjack these days.

“Besides, you need to get out there! You can’t keep putting off the rebound.”

“I don’t know if a handful of dates is something I need to rebound from.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes and opened the car door as Ginny checked in with the driver and arranged their pick up. When she joined her friend on the curb, she was treated to an imploring look.

“All right. Maybe you don’t need a rebound, but I need this night.” Evelyn grabbed Ginny’s hands and squeezed to punctuate her point. “God knows I love my boys—all of them—but I need a night where I’m not a cook or a chauffeur or a housekeeper or even a mom or a wife. Can you do this for me?”

Ginny sighed and squeezed back. “Anything for you, Ev.”

As expected, her friend squealed and danced a little in place. Evelyn’s excitement was infectious, and soon, Ginny joined in.

Before she knew it, they were skipping the (very long) line and strolling up to the (frankly enormous) bouncer. He eyed them a bit suspiciously for a minute before recognition sparked in his eyes.

Still, he examined both her and Evelyn’s IDs very carefully, before stamping their hands and waving them through. Just as they were about to step inside, though, he called them back. He blushed and said, “I don’t normally do this, but would you mind taking a picture? My kid is gonna lose her mind.”

That was easy enough to agree to, so Ginny smiled and nodded. Evelyn, far too used to this, took the man’s phone and snapped a few photos.

After nodding his satisfaction, the bouncer informed them, “Oh! You’ll find the rest of your group in the VIP lounge,” before turning to the next group of clubgoers.

Rest of their group?

Ginny and Evelyn traded confused looks, neither having any idea what the man was talking about.

“Nuh uh. No way!” protested Evelyn. “This is girls night. That means no boys and definitely no husbands.”

Apparently, the group the bouncer’d meant was the San Diego contingent of the Padres—the guys who didn’t leave town when the season ended. Ginny couldn’t blame the man for assuming that she’d shown up for a night out with her teammates, even with Evelyn at her side.

Or the server who’d caught sight of her and ushered her straight to the VIP area without question.

Upon brushing back the gauzy curtain that separated the Very Important from the rabble, Ginny was a little surprised that she hadn’t put it together herself. She hadn’t asked what Blip was up to tonight. If Ev was taking a girls night, it only made sense that Blip would hang with the boys.

A wave of startled recognition greeted both women.

From her place at the threshold, Ginny could see a good chunk of her teammates. Salvi and Sonny, Livan, Butch, and Hinkley, rounded out by Blip and Mike. Though Ginny had to try very hard not to stare in shock at that last Padre. She hadn’t realized he was even in town.

Trying to play it cool, she traded fist bumps and high fives with the guys, ignoring their jibes and trading insults. Meanwhile, Evelyn still gaped at the familiar faces. When her husband, leaving the conversation he’d been having with Mike in corner, started forward, that was when Evelyn made her stand.

“Aw, come on Evy,” coaxed Blip, sidling up to his wife with a smitten grin. He leaned down to murmur in her ear and Ginny watched as her friend slowly melted into her husband’s embrace.

Knowing when she wasn’t needed, Ginny went in search of a drink.

Mike fell into step beside her.

“Long time no see, captain,” Ginny said, flicking a look at him through her mascara-coated lashes.

He tilted his head in acknowledgement. He had been mysteriously MIA for the past few weeks. About the same time that Ginny split up from Noah, actually. “Had some things to do in LA,” he replied, using his bulk to clear a path to the bar.

Right. LA. Where Rachel lived.

Ginny nodded, leaning both elbows against the bar to avoid looking at him.

“You, uh—” She could feel his body heat pressing in next to her as he swallowed and started again, “You clean up nice.”

Almost without her permission, Ginny’s head turned to look at him. Her chin tucked to her bare shoulder and peering up at Mike, whose gaze was trained on her hands, Ginny got the chance to study the man who took up too many of her thoughts as it was.

He looked unfairly good in a gray button up and jeans. His biceps bulged against the sleeve and Ginny was filled with the memory of those arms wrapped around her. Her heart started to pound.

This wasn’t really the time or place for that, so she replied, “I’d say the same, but it’s hard to tell under that thing you’ve let take over your face.”

Automatically, Mike’s hand came up to rub his beard. He glanced at her finally, eyes twinkling. “When are you gonna admit that you love the beard?”

“In your dreams, old man.”

Rather than roll his eyes and push the matter, Mike dropped his gaze back to the bar top, nodding slowly. The dark fan of his eyelashes against his cheek had Ginny’s breath catching in her chest. One of his hands fell to his side, just barely brushing against the skirt of her dress. Almost unconsciously, he fingered the fabric, sending shivers skating up her spine.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “that seems about right.”

Now, Ginny couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason. She stared and stared, trying to come up with a single reasonable thing to say when all she wanted to do was slide up to him and finally close the gap that’d opened between them that last night of August.

She finally managed a hoarse, “Mike—”

“C’mon man,” Blip interrupted. “Ev says if we’re going to be in the same club, we have to make ourselves scarce. Girls night has some strict rules.”

His voice was light, but Ginny knew what Blip looked like when he’d caught the scent of something. And maybe he wasn’t as outwardly tenacious as his wife, but she knew well enough that he wasn’t going to let this go. He’d bring it up when she least expected it, along with things she didn’t even realize he knew.

Mike, looking as wary as she felt, recovered first. “You married guys are all so whipped.”

Ginny’s head whipped up to him. Was that the business he’d taken care of in LA? Signing divorce papers?

He met her gaze, steady and intent, willing her to understand.

Ginny wasn’t sure that she did. Or if she did, but was too scared to admit it.

Finally, Mike sighed and shifted, ready to follow after Blip.

Before he could go, though, she grabbed his wrist, her thumb sliding under his cuff and against his warm skin. Ginny looked up at him, wide-eyed, unsure of what she was going to say until it came out of her mouth.

“Pick this up later?”

Mike’s eyes narrowed and she could tell he was tracking the words back to when he first said them to her. Back when she was still proving herself to the team. To him, even. Ginny braced herself for the echoed response.

It never came.

Instead, her captain and catcher, her friend and the man who featured all too often in her dreams, leaned in and murmured his answer in her ear. He pulled away, smirking a little, and left Ginny in her stupor.

Which was how Evelyn found her. It could have been minutes or hours or days for all Ginny was aware of her surroundings.

“Now that that’s settled,” her friend declared, scooting into the space Mike had just occupied and flagging down a bartender, “let’s get back to girl’s night!” She promptly ordered a round of shots.

When the drinks arrived, Ginny tossed hers back immediately. Normally, she’d want to keep her wits about her whenever Evelyn and a secret came into too close a proximity, but she really needed something to drive Mike’s low, “Count on it, Ginny,” as far from her thoughts as possible.

What better way than tequila shots?

At Evelyn’s incredulous look, Ginny took one last suck of her lime wedge and offered her friend a sheepish smile.

“To girls night?”

The calculating, excited expression that took over Evelyn’s face told Ginny she would’ve been better off saying nothing at all.

She was going to need so much more tequila to get through this.