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pbandjesse · 3 months ago

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I had a shockingly long and busy day. I was not expecting that. But I ended up teaching essentially two workshops between camp and creative alliance. But now that's its done I actually feel great mentally. Physically I'm very excited that I don't have to leave the house tomorrow.

I slept fine. But I did not want to get up. And since I knew I didn't have my first workshop until 1230 I knew I could get away with sleeping a little late. I set my alarm for an extra hour. James came in to give me a kiss and say goodbye but they said something about boxes and I was half asleep and couldn't figure out what they meant so then my brain wouldn't turn back off and I didn't end up falling back asleep.

So I just stayed in bed an extra half hour before getting up. I got dressed and had cereal. My hair is driving my a little crazy. It looks so nice when I first wake up but then just looks crazy throughout the day. I also think the top layer is breaking which is frustrating because I don't really know how to fix that. I may start wearing braids more especially since it's getting so long. I don't actually want to cut it shoulder length again right now but we will see if I stick to that.

I left here and got to camp around 830. I went straight to art to load up my wagon with all my painting supplies. But I was not feeling good. I think I've figured out that if I'm standing or laying the nausea is not terrible. But sitting down kills me. But then I am tired from standing and want to sit. It's a lose lose.

Once I was ready to go I would set up my hammock and just chill in it for an hour. My car blanket was still in the laundry so I wasn't as cozy as I wanted but it was nice to just lay there. I really need to figure out how I can hang a hammock at our house. There isn't an amazing space for it. But I think it would really make me feel better to have that somewhere. I'll investigate that soon.

Around 930 I went down to the office. It was a pretty quiet morning. I would find some step by step guides for drawing turtles and snakes and salamanders. I thought that this would be the most helpful for having the adults paint. It's like hey maybe you don't have an idea but you could follow this or you can do whatever you want I'm not your mom. And I thought that since those were the animals they got to meet yesterday they would enjoy them.

And I was very right! But that wouldn't be for hours.

In the mean time I would play around online. Sent some emails. Watched TikToks. I would have my lunch at 11 even though I wasn't actually hungry. It was just soup and it was really nice.

Heather had me scan some stuff for the land trust and construction projects. I was eavesdropping on their meeting a little. Not on purpose but the walls are pretty thin. It seems like there is issue moving forward with the rising ring because of the new building in the woodlands village. I don't 100% understand why but it sucks and I hope the are able to solve it.

Finally though I could head over to the lodge. The ground was really really muddy so getting my wagon over there was precarious. But I made it. And when I did get over there the group also asked me to bring a mop over to one of the cabins and to help turn on the heat. Can do!

So I helped with those tasks first before I set up a table for my painting materials. And then I would draw out a tortoise for me to paint. I like to teach by example. And in this case (and many cases) my example is just working along side them.

And this worked out well. They are adults and there were 3 other stations they could chose. Horsemanship, Zipline, and bb guns. I would end up with 4 people over the two hours but honestly it was so nice. Everyone was just doing their own thing. Sometimes coming over for advice. I would go around and encourage and point out things I thought was nice about their techniques. The one guy had brought his own canvases so his was much larger then everyone else. But it was honestly just such a lovely afternoon. I painted my tortoise. I chatted. I laughed with them when the staff was singing and being so silly. It was a good day. Even if it was shockingly gross outside.

Which made getting my wagon back to art horrible. Getting it through the mud and then up the hill was not fun at all. But thankfully I did not fall and the wagon didn't tip over. It just made me a bit exhausted.

So after I put everything away I had to take a half hour to sit at the office. Joe let me know they a neighbor is going to adopt Bobbi cat. I'm so thrilled. They deserve a good home. I hope they are gentle with them.

When I got back to the office after talking to Joe about the cat, Sarah gave me a really nice pumpkin muffin. Which was so kind of her. I would sit at my desk and enjoy that. Talked to Alexi and Heather about my pregnancy symptoms. And after checking in about next week's field trip I would head out.

I decided I wanted Burger King. I just thought that a veggie burger would be nice. And I was mostly right. It was a weirdly long wait at the drive through when they didn't seem to have any other customers. But it was fine.

I ate in the empty parking lot. And while the food was very good I would feel a lot of stomach pain half way through and I was sure I was going to throw up. I would breathe through it and be okay but it was upsetting that that keeps happening. I should be able toe at a single burger without getting so sick!!

But I had a plan. I needed to get home by 4 so I could sleep for a little before my workshop. I needed to do that to make it through. I was very anxious about the workshop. Like I always am. So sleep was important.

And I would sleep. I got home and changed into a sweatshirt and laid down and was out pretty quick. And it was a good little power nap. I woke up at 5 and James was home. I wasn't feeling amazing but I had to shake that off.

I got redressed. And spent a little time cutting out canvas because I realized I didn't have a great plan for how they were going to practice stitching. I would lay on the couch for a few minutes with James talking about our days. But then I had to go.

I would honestly feel a lot better by the time I got there. Still nervous but some teens would let me in the building and I would go set up. We were doing the workshop in the kitchen because the dance class was stomping so loudly again. And it was still loud in the kitchen but not as bad. I got all set up and waited for people to come in. We did t have a desk person tonight so it was a little tough getting people in the building but we managed and all 8 showed up which was awesome.

And these guys were new new new to sewing. So we absolutely started with the basics. Here are all the materials. What types of fabrics. How to use different materials for different applications. And I'm so glad I brought the canvases. I drew on each one so they could follow guides for the 5 stitches we learned. And we would talk about how each one can be used, both for making it for mending. And it was just a really awesome evening.

We had a lot of laughing and chatting. I worked on my own sampler so they could see what they needed to do. The hardest part for them was tying the knot at the end of a row but I think they the end they understood my trick or just tied it like a shoelace. Either way was fine with me. I was being as encouraging as possible and problem solving. We talked about how to see a button. How to find the needle through the back of the fabric. A running stitch, little x's, a back stitch, a whip stitch, and a blanket stitch. And once we got to the blanket stitch I had them cut out little felt pieces to make a pin. Which was very cute and they all did so good. I was super proud of them.

Slowly people started leaving. To go to dinner or trivia. The last two ladies were chatting with me and helping me pack up. And then it was goodbye and see you next time.

I have two more workshops on the calendar. I didn't realize that the class catalog had my workshops on the first page! And my face/part of my face with a project on the 4th page. It was really cool to see. Made me feel really excited.

I carried my basket of materials to the car. And headed home. I was excited to see James at their desk when I walked it. It's the best part of them moving their office to share my studio. They are usually right there and it makes me happy.

We would sit on the floor and talk. Played with sweetp. Mostly just poked and pet him. But eventually we came upstairs. James went to shower and I worked on this.

But it is time for me to wind down now. Tomorrow I am hoping to have a productive morning at home. I want to move out cleaning products to the basement. And do some organizing in the bathroom. And then in the afternoon we are getting out new backdoor and I'm so excited to get a door with a window. Game changer for sure.

I hope that it all goes smoothly. And that I don't feel so sick. Fingers crossed.

Goodnight everyone. Sleep well. Until tomorrow.

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fantasticcloudcreation · 27 days ago

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Dec 6

GUYS it's fucking cold out

I drove to South Carolina today and didn't check the weather just assumed it would get warmer as I went south, NOPE it's gonna be 22 degrees here tonight 🤠

That's a new record for me, previous coldest night in the van was 27

But like I was driving for probably 7 hours and I kept thinking, it's gotta start getting warm soon, meanwhile I can feel it getting colder and my feet were going numb, had to stop at a rest area to put on an extra pair of socks lol, started shivering and thought about turning on the heat (it smells funny and I'm paranoid it's going to make the engine explode so I try not to use it lol #oldvanproblems) but then I remembered that shivering actually burns a lot of calories so I just went with it and shivered the whole way haha

Then I decided to stop at this campground instead of just a cracker barrel, I've driven past it a thousand times and I've always wondered if it's worth stopping, thought it would be nice on a cold day, turns out it's one of those stupid places that's expensive for no reason and not nice at all lmfao would've been better off at a cracker barrel !!! Now I know, curiosity satiated, never have to come back here :)

Anyway I'm snuggled up under 9 blankets, wearing 2 pants, 3 layers of socks, 4 jackets, hat scarf and gloves and my hood up. Feeling cozy!!!

I actually love being cold and I'm having a weirdly good day. Briefly got mad at dinner (I might rant more about this place after I leave here lol) but it's actually fine and it's all part of the journey 😇

ALSO damn I was rushing to leave my mom's house bc I assumed I could check into my work hotel tmro so I could rest all day Sunday before the 2am shift, however bossman sent the hotel info today and I can't check in until Sunday at 3pm 🙃 love that. So I'm gonna keep scooting south and hopefully it gets warmer, try to find a nice state park for tomorrow night, arrive in Miami around 3-4pm Sunday and immediately go to bed and then wake up at midnight to get ready for work!!! Love that!!! This is actually fun though, I'm actually having a lot of fun.

Hopefully I can manifest a single open spot at a state park between here and Fort Lauderdale, they're usually all booked on the weekends especially in the winter, but I have a feeling I'll find something :)

I actually really do love my life, have I said that yet?

Like I saw a billboard about the lottery powerball whatever like $260 million and spent a good stretch of highway daydreaming about what I'd do if I won the lottery and I'd basically just keep living exactly how I'm living right now except I could be a lot more generous, I'd pay off my mom's mortgage and ask all my family what they need/want, I'd save 10 million to build my off grid nature/art retreat space and give like $10k to all of my friends like just send a cute lil check in the mail and not say anything haha. And then invest the rest in stocks I guess.

Anyway it's 11pm I'm gonna snuggle in and try to sleep before it gets colder. I love you all and I hope you're warm and cozy out there 😘

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tottymatsuno · 3 years ago

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The Matsunos vs winter clothes

Osomatsu

"Is that all you're gonna wear?" def the type of boyfriend who asks that if you walk out under dressed for the weather.

If you get cold do NOT ask him for his hoodie because he likes the idea of you wearing it more than the reality. He'd be real cute about it till he gets cold.

"Ne, gimme my hoodie back." "Are you serious rn?" "Dead, give it back lol even my ass hairs are frreezing"

He would bring you one of his old fucked up hoodies if you try to steal his though. He will also just take his shit back if you try to hide it. The appeal of you wearing his one good hoodie ranks so much lower than him being cold.

"Why didn't you dress for the weather? You knew it was cold, you can't get mad at me for asking for my hoodie back. What the hell..."

Karamatsu

Gets you a matching winter drip so yall are both freezin ya asses off but together as a unit <3

Has a 'hoe never gets cold' mindset lol.

Karamatsu would def see you shiver once and offer you his clothes down to his socks and you have to fight him to keep his shirt and pants on.

Since he's got a girlfriend Karamatsu really doesn't need to go out and peacock too much outside lf Christmas day so yall chill in pajamas most of the time.

"My angel! We must take a photo to memorize our time spent in this winter wonderland bliss! I would like to have our image as our new years card so please, let's take what you call a 'selfie'!"

It's just yall in the 'we irritating' meme pose and long underwear.

Touches the back of your exposed neck with his cold ass hands as a joke, "Perhaps you should have not let your guard down around a carnivorous man such as myself."

Choromatsu

Brings an extra jacket for you in case you forget yours. Oh and gloves. And hand warmers. And a scarf. He typically ends up lugging it all along.

Will complain if you need it.

Will complain if you don't.

Tries to overdress you in winter stuff if he thinks you're cold because he wants to be helpful.

If you want his hoodie Choromatsu will combust and offer it right off his back. Even if you turn down all of his extras.

"M-mine?! You want mine?! I'll be cold but sure, please take it! I'll just be over here staring at you... Don't worry about it though I'm definitely not trying to commit this to my memory for later on."

Another guy who will touch you with cold hands but he tries to ask permission or do it casually by offering to hold hands. Its a trap.

Ichimatsu

He don't leave the house during winter lol. If your house has a shower he's only going out for groceries and maybe out for dinner.

A real cozy boy and expects you to cuddle with him. He runs warm and feels best if you skin to skin so put your cold hands on his.

"I don't mind, it feels nice." it doesn't. He screams everytime and curses. Ichimatsu just wants you to feel good and knows being cold isn't comfortable.

Plus the fastest way is body heat so put your feet on his legs he'll only cuss at you for one second.

You can wear his sweat shirt he'll wear his hoodie. You can't wear his sweats if he has somewhere to go bc he's only got his dress pants.

But you can wear his sweats pretty much any other time, he'll walk around with bare legs if that means you're happy.

Jyushimatsu

Do NOT touch him with no cold ass hands!

Do NOT ASK HIM FOR ONE OF HIS MANY LAYERS!!

HE'S COLD.

If you're not dressed appropriately for the weather Jyushimatsu will invite you into his clothes pile after you warm up.

He expects you to wear a million layers all day every day and if you overheat perfect. Please head on over here Jyushimatsu is cold.

"Your feet are freezing, move them." This Jyushimatsu at his meanest he isn't like this majority of the time and is usually sweet. Just don't be cold he can't stand it.

Todomatsu

If you're like me and walk around with no pants on year round or just in short shorts and sweaters any problem you have Todomatsu will suggest you put on some pants.

"I can't get my computer to turn on." "It's because you're cold, go find some pants." "Can you help me with this math problem?" "No, you're not thinking straight because this is really easy. You're freezing so cover up your legs."

The way he says it makes you honestly question if the root of your issues is from cold legs. If you say you're even a little bit chilled Todomatsu will go "It's because you don't have any clothes on." but the truth of the matter is he's sick of poppin bonards every time you walk by. Bare legs should be a crime.

If you ask for his hoodie he's gotta take a few candids because you look soooo cute. Is def proud that youd wanna wear his clothes and like Osomatsu he would give you his hoodies to keep.

Except Todomatsu would give you his nicest ones.

He will put his frozen feet that have six layers of socks on your legs and call you a baby if you complain.

"Are you cold? Stand a bit closer to me, I'll warm you up."

#I'm just making these bc i thought of Osomatsu’s and it was funny #osomatsu imagines #Ososan imagines #osomatsu matsuno x reader #Karamatsu x reader #Choromatsu x reader #Ichimatsu x reader #Jyushimatsu x reader #Todomatsu x reader

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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago

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Still thinking about tummy kisses :3. Specifically about how on bad days (in any Sam-Is-Nice-To-Dream AU, really) Sam might lie on top of his legs and wrap his arms around his waist, layering kiss after kiss against his belly. It’s so gentle and cozy. (Dream gets snappy at him while he’s doing this once. Without any warning, Sam immediately blows a raspberry right onto his bellybutton as punishment.)

(If Dream asks nicely, Sam might give him extra tummy kisses. As a treat.)

ok im kinda loving this for tickle therapy AU right?? like how @amitlee discussed that it would be cute for dream to have a signal where he really just needs softer tickles for his session that day.

so instead of squeezing it’s tracing, instead of kneading it’s skittering, and instead of raspberries it’s kisses :(( like omg dream getting tummy kisses on a bad dayyyyy, with the gentlest of reassurance and softest of affirmations. he’s given a pillow to hold and muffle his giggles into, and he’s provided with the most caring of aftercare.

kinda love the idea of cdream absolutely melting from tummy kisses? like just becoming giggly putty. his legs go all limp and his body feels like it’s in clouds. his head spins and his mind gets lost in a fluster

but then also love the idea of sam promising tickles on a day where dream has been bad. and dream getting all suspicious but also excited for tummy kisses,, only for sam to just smother him in long, lingering raspberries

#llama asks #i’m gonna update the masterpost for this sooonnnn #so much tummy talk my mind is actually levitating 😵‍💫#soup the destroyer #Soups Tickle Therapy AU #lee!dream #ler!awesamdude

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takecareluv · 2 years ago

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hugging vinnie during winter/colder months would be the best. he would bundle up in all these layers (ie t-shirt underneath sweater underneath hoodie) and would be a walking, toasty heater of a human all day long. whenever you hug him, you always put your hands underneath his sweater so that you feel the warmth of his skin underneath your hands and you melt right into him. i’m attaching an image below what i mean, i feel like i didn’t explain it well🥺🥺🥺

of course, him being taller than you would be an advantage because he would quite literally wrap you within himself and you would be blanketed in the warm, piney scent of his cologne and body heat and never want to detach yourself from him

i hope this wasn’t too long i’m weak for these kinds of hugs and i can’t imagine how nice it would be to hug vinnie in this way🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I NEED A HUG LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW OMG🥺🥺🥺 an extra warm and cozy hug with vinnie where neither of you want to let go of each other and it just ends in cuddles <333 my heart ! ! 🥺

and there’s something about hugs with someone who is taller than you that is undefeated. i love it. i mean have i really experienced it? not really :/ but the idea of it is so: 🥺🥺💕☺️💖🤍🥹 i would just feel so safe in their arms <3

#₊˚ ୨ 🧸 ୧︰concepts . ༉‧₊˚#vinnie hacker #:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· ꒰ answered ꒱#𐐪♡︎₊˚ kissesandcigarettes

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kalinawtokilig · 4 years ago

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S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places

Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,

((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))

- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -

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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Summary:

You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens.

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))

Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe

He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest

One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch

He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate

He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!!

With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.

“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”

Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?”

He thought for a moment.

‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’

Then it clicked.

“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-”

Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief.

You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose.

You look so precious.

‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’

Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was.

“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple.

Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?”

He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?”

You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.”

“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body.

“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.”

You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.”

Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!”

Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.”

“Idiot, l-let��s go.”

“Eager, aren’t ya?”

“...Shut up.”

((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. Icant---))

Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween

Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight

and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up

That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA

But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR

He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep

During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep. Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium.

By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins.

Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside.

Gym.

You’re still in the gymnasium.

He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.

Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento.

“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked.

“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied.

“Good luck findin’ them then.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.”

Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness)) Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall.

Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that.

Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on.

Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books.

Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’

Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked.

Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?”

Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?”

“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?”

Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you.

Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes.

“Nice hiding place, by the way.”

“Thanks, bubba.”

((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))

Tendou Satori x Reader

(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))

OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*

When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!

He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too

“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!

Shiratorizawa is a big school

He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3

If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth

When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d y o u

out of love, ofc <3

At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he sat down on his bed and checked his phone.

“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them.

Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about.

Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be.

“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning.

Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said;

“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.”

Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit.

A light bulb went off in his redhead.

Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled.

“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!”

You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing.

“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed.

“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms.

“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are.

“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him.

With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?”

(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)

The pretty girl worries to death

Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming

Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE

Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs

Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(

As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring.

She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space.

‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’

Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight.

You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess.

“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze.

Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?”

“I had to get chairs for practice.”

Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.”

Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?”

“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became.

“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!”

Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head.

“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is.

Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered.

Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile.

“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?”

((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))

Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much

He wonders if you hibernate in the winter

Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat

Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework

Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!

Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard

“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”

“Koushi, go to sleep”

Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual.

“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior.

Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”

“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.”

The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips.

Stirring, you slowly blinked.

“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?”

You grunted.

“Come downstairs, there’s food!”

Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped.

“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice.

He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted.

“You have to get up, (Y/N).” “Why.”

“So we can eat and watch anime!”

“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.”

Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game.

Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.”

Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.”

#sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #yachi hitoka x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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aalissy · 3 years ago

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Winter Storms and Hot Chocolate

Whew, I'm finally getting another one-shot posted hehe. And it's about Adrienette too!! I love these two dorks soo muchhh <3. I hope you guys like them too :). Lemme know what you think! A sleepy, cuddly Marinette is my fave hehe

AO3

Marinette stood at the door of the bakery, glaring at the snow that was quickly transforming into a fierce blizzard. Turning her phone on, she checked the weather, groaning to herself when she saw that a freak snowstorm was set to happen today.

Marinette bid her parents goodbye with a quick glance over her shoulder before ducking out of the shop. She shivered as soon as she got one foot out the door, the vicious cold already making her wish she was back at home in the warm, comfortable bakery. With a small whimper, she continued down her path, determined to make it to her favorite fabric store.

The terrible weather had affected her much more since becoming Ladybug and even waking up this morning took her years. Marinette had barely registered the sound of the blaring alarm and needed Tikki to shout at her in order to wake up. Practically stumbling out of her bed, she bundled up into thick fleece, itchy wool, and layers of cotton. Even still, it did little to help the drowsiness coursing through her bones.

Just one second. Let me close my eyes for just a second. I’m only going straight for the next few metres. It’s okay, Marinette thought to herself as the time between her blinks grew longer and longer. She barely realized it when she was walking down the street with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her eyes flew back open when she crashed directly into someone’s chest, the both of them letting out a startled groan. The only reason the two of them were standing upright and hadn’t fallen into a heap on the ground was because of the warm—and welcomingly familiar—grip the person had on her shoulders.

“Marinette?” asked a smooth and recognizable voice. “Are you alright?”

She looked up in surprise, seeing blonde hair and brilliant, green eyes. Her brain worked furiously for a moment, her forehead scrunching as she tried to focus on the boy in front of her. “A-Adrien?” Marinette asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Yeah,” his head tilted curiously. “You look exhausted. Are you trying to get home?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I just left actually. I’m trying to get to the fabric store to get some new stuff for your guys’ Christmas presents.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her. Eventually, he sighed lightly, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he began leading the two of them somewhere. “Come on, let’s go and get you warmed up first,” he said with a worried smile. “You shouldn’t be stumbling around in the cold like this.”

“Mmm, has anyone ever told you how warm you are?” Marinette murmured blearily, snuggling further into his grasp. The delicious aroma of cinnamon and lavender wafted around her and she squeezed him tighter.

Buried in his chest as she was, she missed the soft look Adrien gave her. She did hear his deep chuckle, though. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “But no, I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”

“They should. You make a really nice pillow,” she smiled happily, barely aware that she was speaking. Adrien gave another hearty laugh but didn’t respond.

The two walked in silence for a few more moments, Marinette’s eyes closing fully as she let her crush guide her along, relaxing into his hold. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of a tinkling bell that her eyes were able to open again. She was surprised and greeted by the warm atmosphere of a café. A small smile spread across her face as she took in the welcoming aroma of delicious coffee and hot chocolate. She felt Adrien gesture her forward.

“After you,” he smiled.

Walking into the cozy building, the designer finally felt a little bit more awake. Stopping suddenly inside the entrance, she snuck a peek back behind her. The model was still standing there, smiling gently at her. Her gaze snapped back forward again, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Oh my god, so this isn’t a dream, then? I actually bumped into Adrien and told him he made a good pillow?! No, no, this can’t be happening!!

Pulling on her pigtails once, Marinette quickly took a seat by the window, gnawing on her lip as she stared out into the snowy world that taunted her. Gulping quietly, she peeked up at Adrien from beneath her lashes as he slid into the seat across from her. He peered back at her, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Marinette?” he asked. "You looked really tired today. Are you sick?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just sleepy. Winter is really not my season.” She gave him what she hoped was a wide, reassuring smile.

“Is that why you keep falling asleep in class then?” he teased her, his green eyes shimmering playfully.

Marinette’s cheeks darkened and she ducked her head shyly. “Maybe,” she giggled nervously before tapping her index fingers together.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Adrien grinned softly back at her. “I actually know someone else who doesn’t do too well in the cold.”

“Y-you do?” she tilted her head as she looked at him curiously.

“Yeah,” his gaze drifted away from her and out the window as he nodded his head slowly. “One of my best friends absolutely hates the snow.”

“Nino hates the snow, really?” Marinette blinked at him a few times. “I had no idea.”

Adrien chuckled at her, shaking his head, “No, no, not Nino. Nino actually loves the snow. He says it helps his creative process.”

“Yuck, really?” she asked, scrunching her nose at the thought. “I barely get anything done during wintertime. I’m too sluggish.”

“My friend says the same thing!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening as he looked back at her. “She moves so slowly and says that you’re meant to stay at home, buried deep under the covers whenever it starts snowing.”

“Your friend is smart,” Marinette giggled. “I’ve said that exact same thing before.”

Her thoughts drifted back to her partner. Chat Noir was there during the cold, windy nights where she had to brave the winter weather for patrol. He was always equipped with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket that they shared to warm up before heading off to watch the city.

With a quiet, happy sigh, Marinette was suddenly hit by a large craving for the hot chocolate Chat always brought for her. So, when their waiter finally arrived, she chirped out her order cheerfully, “One hot chocolate please.”

She was somewhat surprised, however, when Adrien ordered the same thing as her. “I’ll take a hot chocolate too,” he said. “Ooh, and with extra marshmallows, please!”

Marinette’s lips twitched into a small smile. That was similar to her partner too. He always had a large pile of the delicious dessert in his drink. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, she spoke up, “You like marshmallows then?”

“Oh definitely,” Adrien grinned back at her. “They’re delicious! And hot chocolate with marshmallows is the best drink during winter!”

She giggled quietly at him, “Hot chocolate is my favorite too! It completely warms you up when it’s cold! Especially when it’s snowing like today!”

Adrien opened his mouth to speak but was stopped as their drinks reached the table. Marinette smiled thankfully at their waiter before sipping on the delicious beverage. Any last remaining chill that she had been feeling immediately evaporated upon a sip of the hot chocolate. She hummed, taking another large gulp before grinning up at the boy across from her, “Are your marshmallows good?”

“They’re perfect!” he grinned back at her.

There the two sat in the small, warm café, chatting about the latest schoolwork and updates to their favorite game. They both sipped gradually on their drinks, almost as if neither of them wanted to leave. Marinette even congratulated herself over how well she was handling the conversation with her long-time crush. Eventually, though, her gaze was drawn over to her phone where she gasped at the time. She needed to get back soon! She still had homework due later today!

“I’m so sorry, Adrien,” she said as she scrambled for her purse in a panic. “I lost track of time! I need to get home and I still don’t have any of the material I need! I’ve gotta go!”

“It’s okay, I’ll walk you,” he waved their waiter back over who he handed a few Euros over to.

“Oh no, no! It’s okay! I can pay for my half at least,” Marinette frowned over at him.

Adrien merely gave her a reassuring smile, shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I dragged you in here so the least I can do is pay for your hot chocolate. Consider it an early Christmas gift,” he winked at her.

Turning a bright shade of pink, Marinette gulped quietly, trying to ignore the implications that this was a date. “O-ok,” she stuttered slightly as she stood up. “B-but you don’t have to walk me over. I’ll be fine by myself, really.”

“It’s no problem, Marinette! I don’t have anywhere else to be and I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a street,” he teased her.

Her blush darkened as she mumbled, “Okay.”

After that was decided, they walked to the front entrance, with Marinette taking a big gulp of air before heading out into the cold winter storm. Almost instantly, the warmth that she had gained from the café left her. Yawning quietly, she nuzzled into Adrien’s side, enjoying the heat it granted her. He leaned down to talk to her, causing his warm breath to brush against her ear, “Where are we going, Marinette?”

“Huh?” she blinked up at him slowly before her eyes widened in realization and she looked around. “O-oh, we should take a left here, and then it should be straight ahead.”

“Got it,” he murmured back at her before taking her hand in his. Her blue eyes shot open at that, looking up at him confusedly with a deep, red blush. Adrien merely shrugged at her, winking again. “I don’t want you to get lost.”

“R-right,” Marinette gulped, turning away from his glimmering eyes to look at their surroundings. Shivering as another cold snowflake hit her face, she clutched Adrien’s hand like a lifeline, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when they finally spotted the fabric store. When they entered the building, she let go of his hand to instead point a finger at him. Ignoring the feeling of loss she felt as her hand left his warm grasp, she spoke sharply, “No peeking! I don’t want you guessing what your gift is!”

“I understand, Marinette,” Adrien chuckled, grinning down at her.

Shooting him one last suspicious glance, she turned to look at the rows of fabric in the store. Quickly, she pulled out three different colors for her friends, deciding on orange for Alya, dark green for Nino, and a bright red for Adrien. Marinette headed up to the front counter to pay for the three fabrics with a quiet, frustrated breath.

With them safely tucked into a bag and away from enquiring eyes, she looked around for Adrien. She eventually found him looking at a row of fabric, awe clear in his eyes. Clearing her throat, she stepped toward him. “Are you ready to go Adrien?”

“Yeah,” he snapped out of his daze and brought his gaze over to her before shaking his head with wonder. “I just don’t know how you do it, Marinette. How you turn this into beautiful clothes. You’re amazing.”

“O-oh thank you,” Marinette blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I-it’s just years of practice, I guess. I was pretty bad when I started out.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Adrien said as he came over to take her hand once again. Together they walked to the front of the store. “Are we heading to the bakery now, or did you have another errand to run?”

She shook her head quickly. “N-no, I’m going home now. B-but, Adrien, you don’t have to walk me there. You’ve done a lot for me already. Seriously, thank you! I don’t want to take up the rest of your night.” “I already told you that it’s fine, Marinette. I want to make sure you get home safely. Besides, I could really go for a croissant right now,” he beamed down at her before pushing the door open. Groaning as the wind blew against her face, Marinette instantly turned to Adrien for some form of warmth. Her crush chuckled softly before murmuring, “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

Her heart practically flip-flopped at that, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She glanced up at him to give him a soft smile, mouthing thank you at him. Why does he have to be so cute? It’s just not fair, she practically whined in her thoughts.

With her nestled into his side as she was, Marinette barely noticed when they finally arrived back at the bakery. She only realized she was home after Adrien leaned down to whisper to her, “We’re here.”

“We are?” She peeled an eye open that she didn’t even remember closing. Slowly, they both blinked open as she realized that they were, in fact, at the entrance to the bakery. “Oh, we are!” she exclaimed.

Adrien chuckled at her before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks for hanging out with me today Marinette. I had a great time.”

“N-no!” she stammered as she hugged him back. “Thank you for hanging out with me! I don’t think I would have made it home without you. Seriously, Adrien thank you .” Marinette leaned up on her tip-toes to brush a kiss against his cheek. Her cheeks flamed as she set back down on the ground, giving him a wide smile.

“It was no problem, really.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

“W-well at least come inside so you can warm up and I can make you that croissant you wanted.” Her smile widened into a beam as she held the door open for him.

Adrien stepped inside the bakery as she followed after him, happy butterflies dancing in her chest. I’m so glad this wasn’t a dream and I did actually stumble into Adrien! Best day ever! Maybe ... maybe I can confess to him today ...

Chewing on the edge of her lip nervously, she walked towards the boy conversing happily with her parents. He turned around to greet her when she approached with a large, beaming smile. “Hey, Marinette! Your parents made us some croissants! Do you want to head upstairs and eat them with me?”

As his head tilted at her adorably, she felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she nodded. “S-sure, Adrien. That would be great!”

“Cool!” he said with a boyish grin, taking her hand in his as he tugged her up the stairs.

Barely stifling a quiet squeak, Marinette let Adrien guide her upstairs, briefly catching a glimpse of her parents’ knowing smiles. He let go of her hand when they entered the living room, sitting on her couch and patting the spot next to him.

Giving Adrien a shy smile, she settled down by him, avoiding his glimmering, emerald green eyes. Her hands tore into her croissant as she tried to summon every last ounce of bravery she had. Come on, Marinette! You can do this! I believe in you , she thought to herself determinedly.

Turning to Adrien with one last deep gulp of air, she blurted out almost in perfect unison with him, “I have something to tell you!”

The two blinked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. In between giggles, Marinette wheezed out, “Y-you go first.”

Adrien gave a small but decisive nod before he leaned in closer to her. His eyes seemed to scan their surroundings warily before he looked back at her seriously, a hint of fear and worry dancing in his gaze. Slowly, his hand came up to cover hers, giving it a soft squeeze. Marinette gulped once nervously before he cleared his throat and stuttered out, “I-I know who you are.”

A deep frown creased her brow. “What?”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear ! It all happened so quickly! One second I had detransformed and was about to leave when you came barreling in! And I tried to hide, really I did! I hid behind a dumpster and covered my eyes but then your kwami said your name and then I guess I just knew,” Adrien spoke quickly, his eyes searching her gaze hopefully.

Marinette sat frozen on the couch, her mouth wide open in horror. Trembling slightly, she stuttered out, “A-Adrien, I-I don’t understand. W-what are you talking about?! A kwami ... what’s that?”

“It’s okay, Marinette. You can trust me,” he said with a small, anxious smile, “Besides, I know you know what a kwami is because you were once Multimouse.”

“Multimouse,” she frowned at him, “But you weren’t... wait!”

She gasped in shock as Adrien merely nodded his head at her. “At your service, m’Lady.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot!” Marinette shrieked at him, “We’re not supposed to know our secret identities.”

“I know and I’m sorry but I mmph—!” She cut Adrien off with a passionate kiss, relaxing as he melted into their embrace.

Eventually, she pulled back, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “That was what I wanted to tell you, by the way.”

“Wha ... huh?!” Adrien blinked down at her dumbly.

Marinette giggled shyly, rolling her eyes, “I wanted to say that I love you, Adrien. Ever since you handed me that umbrella, I’ve been yours.”

A slow, wide smile stretched across his face before he hugged her tightly to his chest. Adrien connected their lips together once more before breathing out, “I love you too, Marinette.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adrinette #ml #mlb #identity reveal #reveal #adrien knows #cuddles #cuddlebug #sleepy marinette is sleepy

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Three Times Over (pt 3)

Ocean’s 8 - fan fiction

Pt 1 | 2

Summary: You, Lou, Debbie. A road trip.

Characters: Lou x fem!reader x Debbie

Word Count: 2,461

Warnings: the end to a trilogy folks. Super Fluff and NSFW. Hope you enjoy!

“You’re lost, aren’t you?”

“I’m not lost, Ocean. Shut up.”

“Lou. Admit it. You’re fucking lost.”

Lou huffed, looking up from the map to glare at Debbie as you wandered by the road edge, overlooking hills and a far-away shoreline. You kicked some stones from the gravel on the ground, turning your head to bask in the setting sun heat.

The three of you decided to take an impromptu road trip on Lou’s new motor cycle, loaded with money from the last heist. You’d been squished between the blonde and brunette on the bike, holding on for dear life for the whole trip so far. Somewhere along the way, Lou had pulled over -something about watching the view or enjoying the outdoors?- to glare at the map.

She was so lost.

“Look, I might have taken a wrong turn somewhere, fine. But that doesn’t mean we’re lost.”

“Lou, that is literally the definition of lost,” you giggled, hands shoved deep in your pockets. She shot you a look but you blew her a kiss and her eyes softened a bit.

You hurried over to her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind. “It’s okay we’re lost, baby,” you said. “Cause look at this view we got to catch because of it.”

“We’re not lost,” Lou mumbled defensively. You and Debbie shared a look.

“How about I just look up where we are?” she said, waving her phone in Lou’s face, who groaned.

“But that ruins the adventure,” she whined, and you hugged her tighter. “Ugh, fine. I’m trying to find the same motel from the last time I went down these roads.”

Within minutes, you figured out where you were and you were back on the road after Lou had analyzed and remembered the directions. Cool summer air whipped past your face and you felt an occasional kiss against the back of your head from Debbie.

The sky was darkening by the time you arrived at the motel, at the centre of a small rural town with a gas station and a shop or two. A motorcycle trip with three people didn’t leave room for too much luggage but you and Debbie had managed to sufficiently pack small backpacks to bring along. Food you could buy easily, that wasn’t an issue.

Lou checked the three of you in, greeting the motel owners with a familiar hug and sliding them extra tips for letting the three of you share one room meant for two. They didn’t question it with the sight of more green bills being passed their way.

“It’s surprisingly cozy,” you said as you walked in. Dim yellow lights lit up the room with a nice view of the forest behind the motel.

“Oh, the owners owed me a favour from the last time I was here. Helped them out of a scam. I might have conned them in the process but they’re none the wiser,” Lou shrugged as she flopped down on the bed. “The one reason why I always come back here is cause they actually clean their rooms.”

“Hey!” Debbie scolded. “Boots, missy. We all have to share that bed.”

Lou grumbled again and tugged her black boots off her feet, tossing them on the floor before shuffling up further on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Debbie grabbed your hand and the two of you wandered the town, buying some food and drinks from the convenience shops and chatting with the locals. It was quiet and peaceful; streetlights brightening the roads and the weather cozy enough for you to wander around without any burdening layers.

Lastly you bought ice creams from the gas station and a pack of cigarettes for Lou before heading back to the room, where you found said blonde snoring into the pillows. You gently shook her awake to ask if she wanted food and soon the three of you were sitting on the bed in a pile, eating junk food as the rickety ceiling fan spun above you.

“Where are we going after this?” you asked as you popped open a bag of chips.

“It’s a surprise,” Debbie said.

“Ugh, no fair,” you said, puffing your cheeks indignantly. “Why do I always get left out of the planning?”

“We just want to spoil you baby,” Lou said, nuzzling your cheek. “You’re the only one who hasn’t seen the place yet, so we wanted to make it special.”

You pouted at Debbie insistently, who sighed in response. “Fine, you brat. It’s a cottage.”

“What! No way, how on earth do you own a cottage?”

“It’s a family property; well, technically it was Dannie’s, and now it’s mine, since he’s dead,” she said.

“If he’s dead,” Lou chuckled. “But,” she continued, holding you tighter, “it does mean we gotta get up early tomorrow to get there. It’s a few hours away. I don’t want to drive over those bumpy roads in the dark.”

“Mkay,” you agreed. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Of course,” Debbie said, a loving look in her eyes as she watched the two of you. “Now pass me the gummies before Lou eats them all.”

You turned on the tv where the only channel that worked was a crappy crime show. Lou and Debbie kept pointing out rookie mistakes by the criminals and cons of the show and you found yourself falling asleep with your head in Lou’s lap and your legs on top of Debbie’s.

The next morning you awoke at the crack of dawn, three sets of limbs tangled with each other as the rickety fan kept spinning. After a meagre and quick breakfast you were back on the bike and speeding along the countryside while the sun came up.

The cottage was close to the edge of a beautiful forest with dirt roads leading to it. Debbie led you inside while Lou put her bike away.

It was basically just a regular house plopped in the middle of the forest. The Ocean siblings clearly spared no expense for this place. Debbie gave you a quick tour and you marvelled at the beautiful home.

“..and this is the guest room, though we most likely won’t be using that,” Debbie said with a wink. You giggled and pinched her side, leading her to gasp in mock offence and chase you through the hallways.

After digging through the kitchen with Lou to look for preservatives, cans and frozen food that were still good to use and eat, Debbie walked by the two of you, her hair up in a knot and a large towel wrapped around her body.

“I dunno about you two, but I’m knackered. I’m gonna go take a bath,” she announced. Both you and Lou stopped and couldn’t help but watch as she hurried up the stairs. Just before she disappeared around the corner to the master bathroom she gave a flick of her hair and tugged the towel off with one hand to sling it over her shoulder, leaving her stark naked.

“Care to join me?” she chuckled at the top of the stairs. Neither of you needed to be asked twice.

Clothes lay strewn about the floor leading into the bathroom. The tub, thank God, was enormous.

“Jesus, it’s like a fucking pool,” you exclaimed, dipping one foot in. Debbie sat at the other end, submerged in the water to her shoulders with a glass of champagne, looking every bit a luxurious home-owner who definitely didn’t do anything illegal for a living.

The warm, floral scented water enveloped your body and all the aches in your body from riding calmed down. You sighed contently and twisted your body to watch Lou undressing.

“Down, girl,” she scolded you after catching your hungry gaze while she unbuttoned her shirt.

“Hm. Make me,” you grinned back. She nearly lunged at you, barely able to finish undressing as you scurried back before she could grab you. You were met with Debbie’s arms around your middle pulling you flush against her, her lips nibbling at the shell of your ear.

One of her hands trailed down to rub teasingly along the inside of your thighs and you shuddered at the feeling. Lou stepped into the bath opposite you, dipping low into the water and coming closer. Her own hands pulled your ankles apart and she moved in between them, kissing you softly as Debbie began circling your clit.

“Hm, this is a much better surprise than the cottage itself,” you commented as Lou moved down your neck, hands fondling your breasts and Debbie starting to rub your clit diligently.

“Yeah? You like it here?” she asked with a smirk against your hair. You nodded, limbs trembling as Lou sucked a bruise into your damp skin. “We can stay as long as you want, baby.”

“Well, uh, until the food runs out,” Lou remarked. Your chest began heaving as Debbie worked up your arousal under the water. Lou moved away to give you more space but you grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. She let out a groan of surprise as her own centre came in touch with yours and Debbie’s persistent fingers. You pulled her even closer, legs entwining so that you could feel her against her and you bit and sucked at her jawline as she rubbed herself against the two of you.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Debbie whispered in your ear as she felt the two of you against her fingers under the water.

Lou’s fingertips dug into your thighs and she shuddered as her orgasm took over, the sight of your face and Debbie looking just as aroused sending her over the edge. She growled into your shoulder as she came, hips jerking. Debbie kept moving her hand, making Lou tremble with aftershocks from her persistent fingers.

“F-fuck,” you stammered, your breath ragged as Debbie kept pushing you further and further. “W-wait, I wanna.. do something else..”

Debbie halted her movements and Lou watched you patiently. You turned around, pulling Debbie to sit up on the sturdy edge of the tub right by the wall and moving in between her legs. She got the hint and smirked deviously as she opened her legs for you and you wasted no time in licking a long stripe up one leg to her cunt. She tasted salty- no doubt from the bath salts she used in the water, but her skin was warm, wet and glowing, and you dug in hungrily.

As you worked on sucking on Debbie’s clit and teasing her entrance with your tongue, Lou’s slick body moved up against you and a hand wormed its way back under the water to press against your clit, spiking your arousal tenfold again. There was a yank that lifted Lou’s body slightly off of you and looking up, you saw Debbie focusing on Lou behind you, no doubt with a hand pulling at her hair.

You moaned as Lou’s fingers twisted and pressed your clit and folds, sending waves of pleasure through Debbie who slumped against the wall, eyes shutting.

“Curl your fingers inside her, Y/N,” Lou whispered in your ear. “She likes that.”

You made a noise of understanding just as Lou lifted your ass out of the water for a better angle. “Just like this, baby girl, I’ll show you.”

You gasped as Lou pressed two fingers inside you from behind, the other hand holding you up to show you exactly what she meant. Despite your trembling body, you mimicked Lou’s movements on Debbie, fucking her with your fingers. She was right, Debbie was soon writhing and begging to cum.

Focusing extra hard and pushing your own arousal down for just a little longer, you curled your fingers inside her just as your lips sucked hard on her clit. Debbie’s hips stiffened and she bit down on her own hand as she came. You were looking up at her lovely, flushed face and nearly came undone by the sight alone, but Lou stopped her motions just there, leaving you teetering on the edge.

“Wha- n-no, I was so close,” you whined at the loss. Lou turned you around, gazing at you with a playful look in her eyes. Her hands guided you to sit against the edge of the tub, between Debbie’s legs, and moved you up with ease in the water until you found yourself straddling Lou’s thighs. Your mouth opened wide in shock.

Debbie’s hands ran through the wet locks of your hair first, cooing at you as you began rocking back and forth, your earlier denial making you extra horny for release. Lou held you tightly as you moved up and down against her thigh, helping you out with motions of both her leg and arms, making sure that you were grinding deep against her.

Hands reached down to pinch your nipples and Debbie licked a hot stripe up your neck from behind. As Lou’s nails dug into your ass and Debbie’s hands gripped your breasts, you came with a desperate cry.

“Good girl,” Debbie murmured in your ear, kneading your breasts softly as you rocked against Lou, shaking uncontrollably. “God, you’re so perfect. You both are.”

“N-no, you guys are more perfect,” you breathed out, your head falling back against Debbie’s middle. Lou took the opportunity to lean down and suck your aching nipples.

“We can do this all day, Y/N. You’re perfect for us,” she said as she eased your body down from her thigh, letting you submerge a little further into the water.

“I don’t ever wanna leave,” you murmured as Debbie’s hands raked through your hair again.

“Good,” the brunette responded. “Cause we don’t want to either.”

Lou grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing your sore legs with it. “Good thing about bath sex is that you can get as dirty as you want while still being clean,” she commented. You giggled as Lou ran the bar up your thighs, working it deep in the sore muscles and you almost dozed off again.

“Alright gals, move over, let me back in, it’s getting cold up here,” Debbie said. You pushed yourself up off of her and she came off the edge to settle into the warm water. You turned around to kiss her on the mouth, arms wrapping tightly around her neck and she returned the kiss eagerly.

You took the bar of soap from Lou and moved behind Debbie to rub and wash her back, admiring the smooth skin with your hands. As you did, Debbie and Lou shared a heated, passionate kiss that made you beam. Not an ounce of jealously filled you and you hugged Debbie tightly from behind, moving the soap from her back to her abdomen and pressing a soft kiss against her hair.

A/N: Aaahh! Here u go! We can never have too much smut and fluff with these ladies honestly. Though I’m gonna say this is officially the final instalment of Three Times Over, it doesn’t mean it’s the last piece I’ll write for Debbie x Lou x you ;) You never know what can happen! Love u all

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Love Down the Line: Chapter 12

The last thing Indie musician Emma Swan needs is a gigantic wrench thrown in the workings of her biggest tour to date weeks before its launch. When her backing guitarist that caused the problem says she has the perfect solution Emma is skeptical but left with little choice but to accept. Unfortunately she isn’t really prepared for said solution to be former Rock Star and leading man of Emma’s teenage fantasies, Killian Jones. With no other options and a month of performing across the country ahead of her Emma just hopes she doesn’t come to regret letting Killian onto her stage and into her life.

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, AO3

~*CS*~

Boston, June 8th

Emma shifted from foot to foot in front of the door marked 520. It had taken her over a week to get her shit together and make the trip that she’d originally intended to make the morning after her show in Vancouver. Of course that had been before her phone had blown up with calls and texts about Killian’s video, which had hit a million views before the sun had even risen. It had also been before the small gaggle of paparazzi had grown to a crowd and forced her to use the same back door to leave the hotel that she’d used to enter it the night before. Those were the excuses she told herself in the light of day. She was much more honest with herself at three in the morning when she couldn’t sleep.

In the dead of night it was easy to admit that she was a fucking coward. Killian had laid his heart bare for the entire world to see, and judge, and all she’d done was call her manager. Granted she’d had to take a dressing down and listen to a frustrated rant meant for someone else but that was nothing compared to the self flagellation she’d been doing since she’d landed in Portland and driven north instead of heading south. To add an extra layer to her guilt she watched Killian’s video two or three times a day and that didn’t even count how many times she only pulled up the song portion. That, in the end, had been what decided it for her.

She’d tried finding the song on every streaming service and on every platform that sold downloads but it wasn’t anywhere. For the entire week she’d checked every morning when she woke up and every night before she went to bed but the song only seemed accessible in the video he posted. The temptation to illegally download it had crossed her mind once or twice but she’d been able to hold herself in check, mostly because she knew the audio quality would suck but even more so because it felt almost cowardly. That that would be the thing to somehow tip off Killian that she would rather torture herself with a shitty copy of the song he wrote for her than to actually talk to him.

It took far too long for her to piece together that because it couldn’t be downloaded or streamed meant that he wasn’t making any kind of profit from it. When she finally did she felt like her heart had been plucked out of her chest and was on the precipice of being ground into dust. She’d been out the door and on her way to Boston within five minutes of her realization and long before she could talk herself out of it.

The four hour drive had given her plenty of time to think over some things. How she felt about him, really, truly felt about him, for one. While Killian had pretty much said that he loved her she wasn’t so sure that was what she was feeling in return. She definitely liked him, a lot, so much so that the weeks since she’d practically ghosted him she’d grown used to the constant ache under her breastbone. The restless nights and obsessing over his video seemed a bit much but she could easily admit to herself that she missed him. It didn’t necessarily mean that she loved him, they’d really only been together for a matter of days after all.

Then there was the slight issue of what the hell she was going to say to him. An apology was a given. On the flight back to Portland from Vancouver she’d finally admitted to herself that she might have possibly, slightly overreacted when she’d heard about Killian’s record contract. She wasn’t completely in the wrong, he had lied and hidden things from her, but she definitely could have at least listened to what he’d had to say. That was another thing, she was going to keep her damn mouth shut after she apologized and let him say whatever it was that he needed to say to her.

Her planning and imagined conversations got her into Boston but once she’d parked her car she’d begun to worry. There was every possibility that he’d refuse to speak to her, that he’d take one look at her darkening his doorstep and slam the door in her face. He might not even open the door at all, just see her distorted image through the peephole and decide not to bother. By the time she’d reached his apartment she’d worked herself up so much with the ‘what ifs’ that she couldn’t bring herself to even knock on the damn door.

She’d been psyching herself up for at least ten minutes, raising her fist in a burst of courage only to drop it as another wave of unease washed over her. As she lifted her hand for the fifth or fiftieth time one of his neighbors slammed their door shut. Startled, her knuckles tapped the door, softly but enough to make a definite sound. Resigned and relieved she sucked in a deep breath and soundly knocked twice, stepping back quickly so if he did look through the peephole he’d clearly see that it was her on the other side.

For a few agonizing moments she stood, waiting. The neighbor who had slammed their door passed her by, giving her a curious look but kept walking. She briefly wondered if he knew he lived on the same floor as potential rock legend. The thought fled her mind when she heard the slide of a lock disengaging and the door in front of her slowly opened.

She could tell that Killian hadn’t been sleeping as soon as he stepped into view, there were dark purple shadows under his eyes that hadn’t shown up in his video. His hair was even more of a disheveled mess than it had been in the video too, and longer. He was wearing a pair of thin blue flannel lounge pants and a threadbare grey t-shirt with a rip at the collar and a faded Led Zeppelin logo. She’d never seen a more heartbreakingly beautiful sight.

“How-”

“Regina mostly,” she rushed to explain. It was way easier to tell him how she found him instead of why she had wanted to, “Robin helped with the doorman though.”

“They’re old friends,” he murmured absently. His gaze darted all over her, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there, “Tuck put in a good word for me with the board when I decided to move here after rehab. Why are you here Emma?”

She winced, “Can we, um, go inside. I really don’t want to do this out here.”

Something flared bright in Killian’s eyes as his mouth tightened. She almost expected him to cross his arms and refuse. Saying everything she needed to say out in the hallway would have been embarrassing and awkward as hell but she was prepared to do it. In fact, she realized she would do almost anything to just get him to give her a chance. He must have seen that in her own eyes as he gave her a terse nod, stepping back into the apartment and opening the door wider for her to pass through.

As she walked by him she resisted the urge to reach out and brush her fingers against the back of his hand or worse, stop completely to wrap her arms around him and never let him go. Every ounce of courage she’d lacked before was suddenly filling her from root to tip. She was still nervous as hell but she wasn’t about to destroy everything for once and for all by chickening out at the last second. If things didn’t go the way she wanted it wouldn’t be because she decided that giving up was easier than fighting them.

Her steps slowed to a stop as she fully stepped into the spacious apartment. One of the living room walls was floor to ceiling shelves filled with books, cds, and vinyls while the second had an impressive entertainment system with a giant tv that had a soccer game frozen on its screen. There was a cozy looking couch and matching chair facing it that broke up the space between the living room and breakfast bar and the kitchen. What really caught her eye was the view from the sliding glass doors behind a round dining table that opened to a small balcony. It wasn’t full dark but the facade of the State House was already lit, its golden dome gleaming dimly.

“Nice view,” she muttered quietly.

“You were more excited by the one in Malibu,” Killian said flatly, startling her as he stepped up beside her. He gave her a wry grin, “Bit jumpy there, Swan? Don’t worry I won’t bite.”

She turned fully towards him and held his gaze, “I’m more nervous than worried.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked but he didn’t look away. After a moment he gave a small sigh and moved toward the kitchen.

“I’d offer you a stiff drink but chamomile will have to do.”

He brushed past her, moving into the kitchen. When she didn’t move he huffed and pointed to one of the high backed stools tucked under the breakfast bar. She gave him a small smile and when he turned his back to her to open a cupboard she shook her head at her nervousness. Silently admonishing herself she sat down and watched him move around the space, a defensive set to his shoulders as he gathered the things for their tea and set an electric kettle to boil. Once there was nothing left for him to fiddle with he turned back to her, leaning casually against the far counter and crossing his arms over his chest.

“So it took you ten days to ask Regina where to find me?” He asked in that same flat voice.

Despite his attempt to sound indifferent she could hear the hurt in his words. As much as she knew her answer would only serve to harm him more she couldn’t lie to him. There was enough of that between them already.

“I called her as soon as I finished watching your video-” she dropped her gaze to where her hands were folded on the bartop, not quite strong enough to watch him react to her answer, “ten days ago.”

Her confession was met with silence. She could hear the water in the kettle start to boil and the gentle hum of the refrigerator but that was it. After a few seconds of quiet torture she steeled herself and looked up, needing to know exactly how pissed he was at her. What she saw didn’t disappoint.

He hadn’t moved an inch, still leaning against the counter but there was nothing casual about it. Every one of his muscles were tense, his fingers digging into his bicep with enough force to turn them white while his eyes were two chips of ice, cold enough to burn as he stared her down. She was almost relieved at seeing the signs of his anger, anything was better than the indifference he’d been displaying before. The kettle clicked off but he showed no sign of noticing aside from the slight tightening of his jaw.

As he glared at her she tried not to let her own frustration and anger flare up. There were still so many things that they needed to talk about and any one of them could have him throwing her out of the apartment. She wasn’t about to be meek or amenable but she sure as hell wasn’t about to keep poking the beast that she’d awakened.

“Honey?” He growled.

She blinked, “Wha- what?”

“In your tea-” he uncrossed his arms and gestured to the mugs beside him, “Honey?”

“Um, yeah, that’s fine.”

He gave her a terse nod and began fixing their tea. With his back turned to her she took a deep, calming breath. She was no longer nervous, his reaction had been pretty much what she’d expected and that part was over with. Instead a hollow ache of longing had settled in her chest. There was nothing she wanted more than to talk like they used to, open and without pretense but also with a bit of teasing and flirting thrown in for good measure.

Killian topped his mug off with a splash of milk before turning and handing hers over. It was a white mug with a line drawing of a guitar and the words ‘I’m a kettle head’ written over it. She couldn’t help her snort of laughter at the sight of it.

“Something funny, Swan?” He asked with a raised brow, his cup of tea halfway to his lips.

She spun the mug so the graphic faced him, “Gag gift or did you buy this yourself?”

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea but she could see his ears turning red. She let her own eyebrow tick up as he swallowed, shaking his head.

“Gift from a fan, actually. I made mention in an interview years ago that I enjoyed a good cup of tea in the afternoon. I’m still receiving packages of tea and its related wares on a steady basis-” he tipped his head towards her mug, “That was one of the more clever ones.”

Spinning it back so she could grasp it by the handle she hesitated. The opening was clear for her to start the conversation that needed to be had. She knew she should take advantage of it but he was no longer glaring at her and she wanted to bask in the small reprieve she’d found herself in. To prolong the moment she took a sip of her tea, humming at the soothing warmth and delicate flavor that danced over her tongue. The corner of Killian’s mouth ticked up and her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Not as good as my hot chocolate but it’ll do,” she teased.

Emma knew she’d pushed his patience to its breaking point a half second too late. Killian’s smile flared for a second before he pressed his lips together in a thin line and turned his gaze away from her. Her own small grin slipped and she berated herself for expecting too much too soon. She waited, quiet and still, until he looked back at her.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened and he let out a little huff of surprise but she barreled on, needing to get it all out.

“I’m sorry for so many things, waiting ten days to show up, not calling the second I finished watching your video, blocking your number so you couldn’t call me, fighting with you when I answered Ruby’s phone-”

“Swan-”

“I get that you’re mad at me. Good, you should be. I was terrible to you and I know it’s no excuse but I was hurt and you lied to me, but I still should have given you a chance to explain-” she gave a little hiccuping laugh, “God, if you’d done that to me and showed up at my house I would have slammed the door in your face and been done with it. And you? You invited me in for tea? Why?”

Killian shook his head with a huff. She could see his smile threatening to break loose again and the sight mystified her. He saw her bewilderment and pushed off the counter behind him with his hip, setting his mug in front of hers and leaned into her space, gently taking her hand in his.

“Don’t you know, Emma?” He asked, painfully earnest. “You said you watched the video, so you must know.”

“You’re mad at me,” she pointed out, even as she gripped his hand.

He tilted his head, considering her, “I am but that doesn’t change how I feel.”

“I’m not sure how I feel,” she confessed in a whisper, “I know I hated not talking to you late at night or being near you almost constantly but…”

She trailed off, unsure how to proceed without stoking either of their tempers again. Killian’s thumb ran over the back of her hand, encouraging her, and she reveled in the feeling. He gave her an encouraging nod and she took a fortifying breath.

“You lied to me-” he winced and tried to pull his hand from hers but she held on fast, “You lied and if whatever this is between us is going to work I need to know why. I promise to actually listen this time.”

He gave her a pained smile, “And if you don’t like what you hear?”

“I won’t know until you tell me,” she countered softly.

“Alright,” he said with a nod, one that seemed more for himself than for her. “Alright, but can you promise me one more thing?”

“Anything,” she agreed quickly.

“No interruptions. I think it’ll do us both good to have it all out in one go.”

She used her free hand to mime that she was locking her lips and throwing away the key. He gave her a small snort of a laugh, no longer looking pained or apprehensive, which had been her goal. As she gently squeezed his hand in encouragement she really hoped she’d be able to keep her promise.

Killian blew out a harsh breath and began, “Are you familiar with Cora Hart?”

Her eyebrows shot up and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her mouth shut. Cora Hart was the agent of all agents. Her firm was the one every struggling artist wished would represent them because every one of their clients was a superstar or on their way to being one. To be one of her personal clients was like getting a golden ticket to everlasting fame, fortune, and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. However, it came with a price and Emma wasn’t entirely convinced that it wasn’t someone’s soul. Plus Cora Hart was known by everyone in the industry as ‘that cold hearted bitch’. It was an unpleasant surprise to hear her name coming from Killian’s lips.

“Yes, I can see that you are,” he sighed. “She’s my agent.”

She grimaced. As much as she’d been prepared to hear it it still made her stomach drop. There were only so many ways his story was going to go and she wasn’t sure she was entirely ready to hear it, but she would, because she promised.

“I’ve been with her since the beginning. She found us playing at a small pub in Liverpool and snapped us up. If it weren’t for her we’d probably still be playing pub gigs but only on weekends-” he gave her a wan smile that didn’t last long, “I owe a lot to that woman, not everything but enough to know not to question her decisions on where to take my career. Even if I wanted to seek different representation she’s got me in an iron clad contract for at least three solo albums.”

“What?!”

She couldn’t help her outburst. While it was normal for a record label to offer contracts like that, she’d signed one herself for that matter, she was pretty sure it wasn’t standard for an agent to do the same. Then again she didn’t actually have an agent of her own. Regina was an employee of her label and didn’t need a separate contract with her and seemed more than happy to take care of everything herself. Emma thought that things had been working out alright, aside from the fiasco that had put her right where she found herself at that very moment.

“I have been bound by this contract for quite a while, Swan,” he said wryly. “Since even before the accident.”

“But that’s gotta be extortion or something, right?” She asked indignantly. “I mean, it’s been almost fifteen years!”

He gave her a warm look, “There are plenty of people who have been with their agents for much longer and I thought I said no interruptions, love.”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Realm of Jewels made Cora a very rich woman and an equally hot commodity in the industry. I had already planned to do a few solo albums and signed with her because she was someone I already knew. Back then I thought three albums was nothing, I had written material for at least six,” he said with a shrug. “After the accident and pulling myself out of the bottle she was gracious enough to allow me to do whatever I needed to do to get my life back on track. Even if it meant nothing more than doing recording sessions for other artists’ work. Of course, her patience could only be pushed so far and I’m sure I’d far exceeded the limit. She started not so gently reminding me of my contractual obligations about a year ago.

“At the time I figured I could piecemeal something together from my old lyrics and maybe a cover or two to get an album together. It wouldn’t have been great, fair to middling if anything, but it would have been enough to satisfy Cora for the time being. I wasn’t excited by the prospect and in the meantime I was still being hired for session recordings. One of which was for your album.”

Emma smiled and ducked her head. He’d made it sound like it was some great honor instead of a few hours work on a couple of songs. She didn’t even get to choose the musicians that got to record, that was all left up to the label, though she did get final say on how it sounded. That didn’t mean to say she hadn’t gone back to listen to those backing tracks almost as much as the song he’d written for her.

“It was the day we were recording for Snowdrops and Buttercups that I first met Regina. It just so happened to be the same day that Cora had come to the studio to once again remind me of my obligations. What I wasn’t aware of was the fact that Cora is Regina’s mother-” Emma’s head shot up at that and he nodded, “Whatever you do try to avoid being in the same room as them, especially when business is involved. I left the studio that day with my three album contract inexorably attached to the record label that Regina represented. There was also the small inconvenience of a series of deadlines being imposed. The first of which was having enough songs written to begin recording an album within six months. When Ruby called about needing a replacement I had about two months left to put something recordable together.”

Emma bit her lip. It was getting harder and harder to keep her comments and questions to herself. Especially with the bomb he’d dropped about Regina and Cora. She decided to take a sip of her tea instead. Before her mug even made it to her lips Killian was grinning widely at her.

“Go ahead, love,” he said with a bow of his head.

She slammed her mug down, splashing tea over her hand. With a hiss she shook off the droplets impatiently, ignoring Killian’s outstretched hand, not wanting to be deterred.

“Cora the heartless is Regina’s mother?! And if you had only two months to write an entire album why the hell were you allowed to come on tour with me? Is that why you had that lunch with Robin and Regina? For the album? Why didn’t you tell me all of this already?”

Killian’s expression immediately dropped into one of regret as she sat back, stunned at her directness. She absentmindedly rubbed at the reddened spot on the back of her hand that the tea had spilled on. The lingering pain was an excellent distraction from the tension that had sprung up between them. With a click of his tongue Killian moved to the sink, wetting the corner of a dish rag. When he turned back to her he paused and she gave him a nod, holding out her hand to him hoping he would see it as the olive branch she was offering.

“At first it didn’t seem as though it would be an issue,” he said quietly as he gently pressed the rag to her burn, “You only needed a temporary guitarist and as I mentioned earlier I had dozens of notebooks already filled with lyrics that would suffice. Regina was the one who scheduled the meeting with Robin as soon as I was officially attached to the tour. I believe her intention at the time was for me to hand over the completed songs and get the ball rolling as it were. She, of course, had no idea that you and I would become what we did.”

“Did you, um, have any idea?” She asked hesitantly, dropping her gaze to where his hand was still holding the damp cloth to the back of hers.

He used his other hand to tip up her chin and looked her in the eye, “I’d hoped but I could never be quite sure how you felt. Until Chicago.”

She wanted to confess that her hopes had started long before Chicago. That he had somehow snuck past her defenses into her heart with his charm and unwavering support but she couldn’t. He still hadn’t answered the question that mattered most to her. With a sigh she pulled away from his gentle touch.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me any of this,” she said a bit sharper than she intended, her frustration and confusion bleeding into her tone. “We talked for hours on that damn bus. I listened to you talk about how much better felt tip pens are than ball points three separate times! Was it really so hard to say ‘by the way, Swan, I’ve signed with your manager and have to get an album written while we’re on the road’?”

He let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“And look where that got you,” she said with a humorless chuckle waving her hand between them. “If you’d said something off the bat I would have been pissed at you for, like maybe a week, and I also wouldn’t have gotten my heart broken.”

Emma froze. She hadn’t meant to make that confession, especially when she wasn’t even one hundred percent sure what it was she felt for him. Killian seemed caught off guard too, as he stood staring at her with wide eyes and not appearing to breathe. He blinked and closed the small distance between them but made no move to touch her.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he murmured.

“You’re glad to hear I got my heart broken?” Her voice cracked and she pulled as far back from him as she could.

“If it can be broken, it means it still works,” he said softly but she could hear the hope in his words all the same. “I know I hurt you immeasurably, love, and I’ve earned no right to a second chance but if you can see it in you to do so I’ll gladly spend the rest of my days earning your back your trust and, perhaps in time, your heart.”

“Killian��”

“Finish your tea, Swan,” he said with a tight smile though his eyes were sparkling with the same hope she’d heard, “Don’t want it to get cold.”

She stared down at the amber liquid and watched the curling tendrils of steam as though they’d give her some kind of sign of what to do. They didn’t, of course, not that she really believed it would be that easy. There were still so many questions she wanted to ask but only one really mattered. Guarding herself against a final blow she looked up at him with determination.

“Were you ever going to tell me about any of it? Or was it always your plan for me to find out from someone else?”

Killian jolted back, as though she’d slapped him. He shook his head with a sigh before running a hand over his face. When he caught her eye again the hope had been replaced with pain and a flash of the anger she’d thought was behind them.

“I’d intended to tell you everything the night of the interview over the dinner we were supposed to share at my home. I suppose it was fortuitous that I’d listened to it or I would have sat with our meal laid out on the table, waiting for hours for your arrival. As it was I had to endure one of Regina’s assistants traipsing through the house, gathering your items and ignoring my pleas to explain what the hell was going on. Then, of course, there was to be no explanations forthcoming for nearly three days and absolute devastation once I’d received them. But after all that my feelings for you never changed, not once.”

Emma sucked in a breath at that. Even as he was justifiably dressing her down for what she’d done he was still playing it safe. He’d never stated outright what he felt for her but she knew without a doubt what he wasn’t saying. Funny thing was, his caution made her realize exactly what she felt for him with startling clarity. She gave a little laugh that bordered on manic but she was helpless against the sudden euphoria she was feeling.

Killian glared at her, “I won’t have you laughing-”

“I love you.”

The words seemed to hang between them in the quiet kitchen like a line cast out to the unknown. She could only hope that Killian would grasp onto them and tether her heart to his. As the silence stretched out she found she only wished she had told him sooner instead of dragging out both their heartaches. Shaking her head at her own stubborn foolishness she gave him a tremulous smile.

“I love you and I’m sorry. I was trying so hard to protect myself from getting hurt again that I just hurt us both so much more instead. I’m so tired of feeling like I tore a piece of my own heart out. You said your feelings haven’t changed. I want this. I want us. Do you?”

Instead of answering her with words Killian moved at a speed that surprised her. Almost before she had finished the question he was standing in front of her, his arms bracketing her with his hands on the back of the chair and the counter. His expression was deadly serious but his eyes were lit with joy as he leaned into her space.

“Swan, I want nothing more.”

Her smile was cut off by his lips pressing to hers. She gasped as one of his hands delved into her hair while the other banded around her waist, his thumb stroking at the skin above the waistband of her jeans. It was as if he was pouring every emotion into the kiss. His passion, his elation, his fervor, and most of all his love. With a moan she pulled him impossibly closer, hooking her ankles around the back of his legs to draw him in.

To her surprise he broke away, leaning his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, “There’s one last thing that needs to be said.”

“Now?” She panted, arching up slightly to nip at his lower lip. “Can’t it wait?”

“Not really,” he groaned. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, sliding his mouth to her ear where he quietly sang to her, “But I wouldn't trade a day for the chance to say, My love, I'm in love with you.”

Tears welled in her eyes as he pulled back, looking at her as though she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He gently brushed away the few tears that had fallen with a finger, following closely behind with soft kisses that travelled across her cheeks, leaving her wanting more. By the time he moved to her mouth the heat between them had returned but she leaned back before he could press more than one delicate kiss to her lips.

“Emma,” he growled, his hand flexing on the back of her neck, his eyes hot.

“You know, you never gave me a tour of the place-” she gave him a teasing smile and gave an exaggerated look around, “I bet there’s all sorts of interesting rooms.”

He caught on quickly, his smile unfurling into something wicked, “Indeed there are, my love. Shall we begin with the bedroom?”

He didn’t give her the chance to answer as he swiftly pulled her up from her chair and tugged her quickly down the hallway.

Much, much later Emma was seated back at the breakfast bar in nothing but her underwear and Killian’s Led Zeppelin shirt. Her feet were perched in Killian’s lap, which was covered by dark blue boxer briefs that he’d only pulled on when the pizza they’d ordered had arrived. She tried to smother a giddy grin behind her crust but he caught sight of it and raised a brow at her.

“Something you’d like to share, Swan?”

“I’m just-” she gave a little shrug, “happy. I guess I’m still trying to process it.”

“I know what you mean, love,” he agreed, his hand dropping to her ankle to give it a squeeze. “If someone had told me yesterday that we would be here tonight, like this, I wouldn’t have believed them. Now, if they’d predicted us reconciling by the end of the week I wouldn’t have questioned it.”

“No?” She asked, humming in pleasure at the confidence in his voice.

“You’re not the only one who can wheedle an address out of Regina,” he said with a wink. Then he grew serious, “If I hadn’t heard from you by the end of the week I was planning on driving up to Maine to plead my case.”

“I’m surprised she gave it to you,” she mumbled around a bite of her crust. “She was all worried about you breaching your contract because of deadlines two weeks ago. A side trip to Maine would definitely eat into your studio time or something.”

“Oh-” Killian scratched behind his ear and then said offhandedly, “I’ve, er, been in breach of my contract since I posted that video, love.”

Her last bite fell from her fingers as she gaped at him. A flush was rising along the back of his neck and he gave her a sheepish smile.

“What?”

“Well, according to some of the very fine print in it I was forbidden from releasing any music by means other than through the label-” he shrugged and waved a hand as though dismissing the seriousness of the situation, “My lawyer assures me that at most I’ll only have to pay a minimal fine.”

“Pay a…” she brought her palms to her temples, “Killian that’s still going to be thousands of dollars.”

“I would have posted a hundred unsanctioned songs and paid every cent I have to my name just to get you to talk to me again,” he said matter of factly. He leaned over and plucked the piece of crust from her lap, tossing it into the open pizza box before fixing her gaze with his, “And it would have been worth it. You are worth everything.”

She dropped her hands with a huff, “Stop being romantic when I’m worrying about you.”

“Never,” he said with a wide grin that made his eyes crinkle. “And you don’t need to worry about me, Swan, I’m a survivor.”

“I love you,” she said with a shrug, “I’ll always worry about you.”

His grin mellowed into something that made her feel warm and cherished. He leaned over and grasped her stool, dragging it towards him until the already small distance between them was narrowed so only a puff of air could pass through. She gave a wayward thought to the state of his floors at the abuse they suffered but it vanished as his hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb drawing a delicate arc across her cheekbone.

“I love you too,” he murmured just above a whisper, his eyes intent on hers, “I always will.”

Her happy sigh was swallowed by his lips on hers. The kiss was far more gentle than any of the others they had shared, even the ones from before their separation. With a slight thrill she realized that they would have hundreds, even thousands, more kisses of all sorts in the years to come. As they parted she couldn’t help her giddy smile at the thought.

Killian raised his brow at her, his gaze teasing, “Already, Swan? We’ve only just surfaced.”

“What? No!” She laughed, pushing him back, “I mean, yeah but not like that. I was thinking about us kissing but years from now kind of kisses.”

“Years from now,” he repeated in awe. He leaned back towards her, “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” she sighed. Then she crinkled her nose at him, “Even if I do end up supporting you because you have to keep paying fines since you’re a big YouTube star now. I know how you guys gotta keep posting content.”

“Har, har, love. Just so you know, Cora has already spun this in my favor,” he said smugly. “She’s convinced the label that it’s the perfect way to garner attention for my forthcoming album. Which is why I’ll only be paying a minimal fine instead of what it easily could have been.”

Emma sat back, “So you’re still going to do it? Record the album?”

“Not exactly, no,” he said with a crooked smile, “The songs I was planning on recording before are, quite honestly, rubbish. I’ve had a wellspring of inspiration these past few weeks. Robin is quite pleased with them as a matter of fact and he’s not hold back over the years when something of mine is only worthy of a bin. I’ll be heading to the studio once the whole contract debacle is taken care of. That is, of course, only if you agree.”

“Agree to what?” She asked, confused.

“The songs, my love-” he dropped his eyes for a moment and when he looked back up his gaze was wary, “You, us, what we’ve been through? Well… you know.”

And she did. She’d written dozens of songs about the man who’d left her in jail and pregnant and just as many about her lonely childhood in foster care. There was more than one notebook filled with longing ballads about the son she’d never even held. Hell, the notebook in her purse was pages of scribbles and half formed lyrics about Killian and their time together. So she knew exactly what he was getting at. She also had one niggling thought about it.

“Yeah, I do,” she said with a slow nod. Reaching towards him she took his hand between hers, “I think you should record the songs you’ve written, even the ones that I know don’t paint me in the best light, but I do have one request.”

“Anything,” he breathed, his hand flexing in hers.

“I don’t want to hear any of them until the final mix-” she let go of his hand to cover his mouth as he tried to protest, “No, hear me out first. I’m sure the songs are good, great even since Robin is excited about them, and that’s exactly why I want to wait to hear them. I know how much work goes into making an album and thanks to Ruby you know exactly how big a fan I am of your music. I just- I think I want to have that giddy moment listening to your first big solo album as the finished thing.”

Killian tugged her hand away from his lips and gave her a wry grin, “So you want to enjoy the sausage without seeing all the unappetizing steps of how it gets made?”

“Uh, weird analogy but yeah,” she said, relieved that it hadn’t caused another fight, “I wouldn’t mind seeing the pigs before slaughter though.”

“So you’ll berate me for the initial analogy but then proceed to take it to a much darker place. I see how your mind works, Swan,” Killian said with narrowed eyes and a look of mock sternness.

“I work with what I’m given,” she said with a shrug.

Killian huffed out a laugh before he grew serious, taking the hand that was still in his and placing them both over his heart, “You can look at every song I’ve ever written, love. Even the shit ones from primary school.”

She gave him a smile she knew was giddy, “Oh, I definitely want to look at those but I think for now I’ll stick to your most recent ones.”

“Wise decision,” he murmured,half rising from his stool, “Shall I go get them now?”

“No, it’s late, I can look at them tomorrow-” she flexed her fingers on his chest and when he looked back at her she tried to let him see every ounce of love she was feeling, “I’m not going anywhere.”

His smile unfurled slowly but adoration and love was bright in his eyes, “Good.”

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I mostly felt okay today. I am very cold though. And that made things difficult. But if I kept moving I was doing good. I tried my best to be productive and that was good. And I slept better.

I was not feeling great last night but I woke up feeling a little better. I hugged James before they left for work but would sleep until 930. Which apparently is my bodies favorite time to wake up when I have no plans.

I stayed in bed until well after 10 though. I didn't want to get up and that was just fine. I did some research to find a non bug boot jack for Jess. And finally got up.

I took a shower and washed my hair and got dressed. And started cleaning. I did a once over throughout the apartment. Put some stuff away. Sprayed and wiped things down.

I started the dishwasher and put away all the laundry and dish pods mom gave us. And went to change the sheets. I also changed the duvet cover and made the bed very cozy. But this took forever and made me a little dizzy and hot.

I had cereal and cooled down before vacuuming and cleaning the fishtanks. I love that I don't have to change the filters anymore and I have a solid bio feedback from the plants, moss, and the purposeful snails. And the invasive snails are much more under control then they have been. Still not perfect but it's going well keeping them to a manageable level

I felt really good about the cleaning but I felt a bit exhausted. Just really winded. I took an hour to lay on the couch and watch videos.

I had the rest of the leftover pizza from last night for lunch.

I decided I would do some art. I drew for a while. I wanted to redo some of my ideas for the little tattoos we are getting in a few weeks. Took about an hour. And then I spent literally forever reworking my idea and my math. I made a chart for my yarn and discovered I didn't buy one of the colors I meant to. Incredible. I will have to go do that tomorrow.

I was proud of my work but I still felt a little listless. And like I needed some kind of deadline or something. Like I like having off from work but also I miss work and want to go back to work. But also I want to only work 3 days a week. Which I don't actually want but I am just complaining. I miss work. But I will miss having days off.

So I gave myself a big task. And spent the next two hours going through all of my clothes. Well most of them. I took everything off the hangers and everything out of my big green trunk where I store most of my extra clothes. This does not include my sweaters or jackets or the pajama drawer. But everything else is in the green trunk.

I would first pull everything out and then sorted everything into piles. Shirts, jumpsuits, dresses, bottoms. And I just have to many clothes. But I have been so good about purging over the last couple years and buying things I really like I didn't have as much to get rid of as I expected. Which is good! But I was worried about not having the space I was looking for. I decided to sort through and pull out anything that I only wear for summer camp. So now those have their own box in the studio. And then I was able to make some decisions on what was getting hung up again.

This was only difficult because I had so many long sleeve black shirts. Which used to be an issue in the opposite direction. I did a good job collecting things for layering. And in the end I only hung up half of the things that had been in the closet before. I'm very pleased.

And then I was super excited when I folded everything and it all fits so nicely in the green trunk and I didn't have to force it or anything. Amazing.

I hope to go through the jammies at some point but I share that drawer with James so I don't feel super pressed about it.

I ended up getting rid of another whole bag of clothes. So that's three trash bags of stuff. I am very happy with my purging even if it's slow going.

As I was finishing folding the camp clothes James came home. I was really happy to see them even though they were very sweaty. They apologized but it doesn't actually bother me that much. I just get surprised when they are damp.

We sat in the floor in the studio and talked. I showed them my yarn chart. And we discussed what we are going to do for dinner since we still have no oven. Our landlady hasn't responded but James is going to send a follow up about lowering our rent until it's replaced or fixed. Because we have to spend more money on food. I think this is fair. And she's reasonable so we will see what she says.

James would run to the grocery store. Got jam and milk. And soup for me and some little frozen burgers for themselves. And when they got home they heated up our food and then jumped on a DND game with their friends while I did some research on some 1970s name plate jewelry. Is anyone else obsessed with your name being on things? I love it and I don't know why. Also the names were incredibly 70s and I loved that. Just names you don't hear people under 50 having anymore. Darlene. Doris. Marlene. Pat. Just the best.

I am just resting now. I feel very winded still but thankfully I don't feel so sick as I did last night. Let's hope tomorrow continues that trend.

I hope tomorrow to go to the craft store and get the yarn I need. And maybe I'll stop at the savers. And just enjoy the end of the year.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well everyone.

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#1: Emily's introduction:

Hallo, I guess I’ll be the first to do a little entry thing! The Computer explained it to me, and said it wanted some basic things first, so I suppose I’ll start with an introduction.

Salut! I’m a member of the Astral Assembly-or well, that’s our name for now..? It’s, well, pending approval and there’s some others that have been suggested. I personally like that one the best though.

My name is Emily! I’m a physical caretaker, though I do occasionally help out with the kids. I’m and I’m in my mid to late 20s, a cassgender girl (she/they), and a semi-frequent fronter. Though it’s all pretty fluid nowadays…

My favorite color is green, my favorite animal is butterflies, and I really like cake when it’s cold. I love drinking tea, mystery and nonfiction novels, and hiking! I’m arospec, and sapphic.

I used to be a part of the Anonymous Enclave area, and avoided that layer shift, as well as the one with the JM, so I’ve stuck with the main fronting group for a good while. My best friend is Cookie, a gatekeeper, but she is a little hard to reach right now.

I know the most French out of all of us-though that isn’t much anyways-and really love doing my/our nails! I do the showering stuff, telling people to eat, that sort of stuff! I’m not anyone super important internally, though I was an ‘honorary gatekeeper’ for a while and helped Cookie, and that was really fun. Lanuages, like I said before, are also really really fun to learn!

I mostly hang out with Sia, Mia, and Nia when I can get down there, other than Cookie of course. I’m probably closest to Mia, though all of them are nice. Nia’s just a bit loud and Sia and I just don’t have much in common.

I’m probably the most human of the system(s) to be honest. Well there are technically humanish people around, they are mostly varying levels of humanity. Claws, teeth, extra appendages, the works. I’m just a normal human person though, but I don't mind. It probably has to do with my role, well I don’t really look like the body I certainly have more in common with it than most. And since my whole job is taking care of it, it’s pretty useful to be comfortable in it, helps me stay intune and not tap out and miss something.

About the new era, I..don’t know 2co that well, I’ll be perfectly honest, but I know ACI pretty well. 2co seems like a good match to balance it out, so I hope they’ll do well working together! Things are looking up, though it's going to be a rocky road for a while. Mmm...rocky road ice cream...

I live in a sort of secluded area of the headspace, in the Cosmic Sea. It’s this weirdly moving sort of galaxy with floating islands. Mine’s a tad lower than the rest and in a place without many of the brighter stars, mostly blue ones and dwarves.

Mine’s mostly woods, with my house! Basement, kitchen, it’s pretty quaint and cozy if I do say so myself.

The woods are pretty, and the seasons change randomly. Rivers, and birds, that sort of thing!

Or well, the general ambiance of birds, since i never actually see any, so it might just be for the aesthetic.

The Cosmic Sea is part of the Plane, but it’s only connected through a big tunnel that used to be a hub, but it’s not really very active now...it’s sort of strange to walk through that place, it’s gigantic. There’s rooms full of papers, big signboards, chairs, and doors upon doors. Most are locked nowadays. I hope it comes back into use someday, I know it’d be a great help with comms, but we need to get better at that to even start using that place again...ugh.

But it’s a very scenic trip! I walk everywhere, which most people don’t bother, but it really is beautiful. I love taking in the time to appreciate it whenever I can!

I tend to follow my routes though, so i can't really tell you much about the furtherest corners of our headspace or anything like that.

I don’t front for fun much, most of the time there’s something that's been neglected that I should take care of. But I really don’t mind, I do love my role and I don’t blame anyone. Mental health is screwy, and quite a few members are pretty clueless about how the body works.

I’ve been outside of a specific subsystem, cluster, or layer for a long time now. I suspect I’ll probably keep free floating in the future. I’m unsure why there hasn’t been any other physical caretakers, since there are repeats of every other role (I think) but things are weird.

I don’t have very many outside hobbies. I would love a cat or pet, and feed some strays. Otherwise, I’m pretty easy to miss.

Some random questions I found looking around:

-Have you ever had a nickname? What is it?

Mia calls me Emmie, and a few people call me Em or just M. The last one has caused some confusion since my name starts with a E, not a M.

-What is your favorite book? Least favorite?

My favorite genre is poetry, though I love older classical books! Sheil Silverstiens collections, Jane Austen, Red Fox, Call of The Wild and White Fang, lyrical works or written in older styles. The flow of it is just beautiful and so rich with ambiance! I don’t think I’d be able to choose a specific one….

But unrelated to those two genres, I read the works of a certain mystery/horror novelist who was wonderful in crafting pretty interesting characters and dynamics of trauma and such, and doing nothing with it. Oh, and there was an incredibly frustrating lack of action, by action I mean plot important things. The mysteries had little to no build up, and if answers were given it was randomly at the end of the book if not at all. Oh, and the cleverly set up problems and things for the characters to deal with magically vanish at the end. Like, no.

It was incredibly frustrating to read, but I fell in love with the characters and the world. They deserved better plots though, it was painful.

-Favorite food?

Oatmeal cookies and tea! I could eat them forever, way better than chocolate chip. It’s not really a meal, but it’s certainly healthier than other types of cookies.

I do really love cake though, but refrigerated! Broccoli is delicious too. Ice cream is a guilty pleasure.

-Least favorite food?

Oatmeal by itself, red meat, and carrots are all gross. I don’t like most candies, they taste of chemicals or are too sweet for me.

-If you were stuck on a deserted island, what one thing would you take with you, and why?

Would a survival kit count as one thing?

If not, one of those person-sized books about survival and animals and stuff you’d drag out of the library at age 3 and read for hours.

I can make my own fun, but well I am a physical caretaker, I certainly don’t know enough survival skills to live on an island for who knows how long!

-If you were a superhero, what power would you have?

Some sort of mind control, since it’s the easiest and most nonviolent way to keep the peace. If I can just suggest people to stop doing stuff, no need for punches. It’d also be way more efficient and I would have more time to myself, and could just mindwipe anyone who saw my real identity.

Though, that’s if I needed one. I could just brainwash people well casually hiding somewhere, rather than have to learn what spandex feels like. Seriously, I understand the want for a good aesthetic, but some of these costumes are shamefully ugly...I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing outside underwear in public, thank you very much

That’s all for now I guess. Next time I want to call up some of the other caretakers and do a bit of an introspective, maybe I can get a hold of Cookie too..

And probably find Scatter, we have a bit in common in our exclusion from the normal laws of syssics (system physics)!

I've actually posted here once or twice if you would believe that! Maybe I'll sign some posts? Either way, see you!

Emily (9/11/21)

(Ooh, bit of an ominous date.... Well, cant be helped I guess.)

(Partially transcripted by Liam)

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distraction: nine

A/N: Good afternoon! So happy to finally be back with an update for ‘Distraction’! This is one of my favorite stories, but I just got caught up with so many other things, but I’m back with it now! Hopefully I still have some readers for this story! Enjoy the update! I’ll try to be good about this! Love you all!

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“Angel, just please leave me alone.” Emerson pleaded, walking away from her boyfriend and towards their room.

“Why was he here Emerson?” Angel insisted on talking since he wasn’t happy to find Elijah in their living room after a long day with club business. The last thing he wanted to see was how cozy Elijah looked with Emerson in their home.

“He was just passing by and wanted to catch up.” Emerson sat down on her side of the bed, turning the television on. “You’re blowing things out of proportion.”

“Am I? You know how I feel about him.” Angel took off his kutte, placing it on the chair.

“And you know how I feel about him.” She wasn’t trying to dismiss his feelings about the situation, but she wasn’t in the mood for an argument they’ve had numerous times before. “I’m not going to pretend I understand how you feel, but you should trust me enough to know I wouldn’t fuck him.”

“Did I say that?” Angel stripped down to his boxer briefs and tank top. He sat beside Emerson, the annoyance he felt when he saw Elijah still present.

“You don’t have to,” Emerson was aimlessly changing the channel. “I don’t understand why you hate him so much, he’s always cordial to you and he never disrespects you.”

Angel chuckled. “Baby, I don’t give a shit how cordial he is to me, anyone who was close enough to marrying you is not on my good side.” He knew he was being irrational, but he knew what a man of Elijah’s stature can do. If Elijah wanted to, he could make Angel disappear, he wasn’t obtuse to his relationship with Galindo, but Elijah seemed to respect whatever relationship he had with Emerson. He was thankful for that however, Elijah was Elijah.

“I feel nothing for Elijah, he’s just a good friend.” Emerson reasoned. It was always the same argument. She was getting tired of it. Even though she understood his reasoning, it was unwarranted. “Are you trying to say I can’t have friends?”

“Did I say that?” Angel ran his fingers through his hair, wanting to pull his hair out due to Emerson’s frustrating ways. “I just wished you would see how it was for me when it came to Elijah.”

“I’m not trying to give you a hard time, Elijah is my oldest friend.” Emerson sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do Angel, if you trust me, then you shouldn’t be worried.”

“It’s not about that,” Angel shook his head. “Forget it, I don’t want to argue with you about this stupid mother fucker again.”

“I love you,” Emerson intertwined their hands, giving it a soft squeeze. “I don’t want to argue either, especially about Elijah, he isn’t worth it.”

Angel wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, squeezing her hand. “You’re my world Teddy, I can’t lose you.” At times, Angel feared that she would wake up one day and realize that this type of life was not what she wanted. The more she spent time with Elijah, the greater Angel’s fear grew. It only came whenever Elijah was in town. He hated it, but he was human and he couldn’t help it.

Emerson jolted awake, immediately looking around. Memories have been part of her dreams much more often lately and while she welcomed it, it further confused her. She wasn’t sure if what she was feeling for Angel was our attraction due to their interactions now or due to the past she was slowly remembering. A part of her loves Angel and she could feel it every time she looked at him, interacted with him and thought about him. But there was a part of her that was skeptical. She’s been gone for so long and even though he says that he’d wait for her, how much more could he wait? The little things Angel would do for her, it made her heart flutter.

He was incredibly charming, funny, could be an asshole, but he was kind, and it didn’t hurt he was good looking as heck.

Slipping out of bed, Emerson stretched her limbs, ready for the coming day. Christmas was almost here and the orders were piling up. She was going to be open on Christmas till noon to hand over deliveries, but it didn’t matter to her, that would have been the most eventful thing during Christmas. She’s used to spending it alone.

Opening the door, she was startled when she saw Letty exiting the bathroom.

“Sorry,” Letty withheld a giggle from escaping her mouth, knowing how easily Emerson became frightened. “It honestly wasn’t on purpose.”

Emerson playfully glared at Letty, pinching her sides. “Yeah yeah, I know you and Angel always try to get me.”

Letty has to laugh at that. It’s been a thing between her and Angel, competing on who could scare Emerson the most. Angel was currently in the lead, but Letty was catching up.

“Speaking of which, Angel is here.”

“What?” Emerson backed into her room and checked her hair, ruffling it a bit for a sexy look? She paused for a moment, what the hell was she doing? She then saw the smirk on Letty’s face. “Don’t even think about Leticia.”

“I think it’s cute that you’re trying to look good for Angel.” Letty teased her. “It’s just fucking Angel though, no one special.”

“Yeah, fuck you too Coco Jr.” Angel ruffled her hair. “Morning mi dulce, I brought breakfast.”

“Hey,” Emerson greeted Angel. “You’re here early.”

“I’m off today, decided to start off the day with you. Why is Coco Jr. here?” Angel nodded his head towards Letty. As far as he knew, Coco didn’t bring anyone home last night, to top it off Celia was six feet under, it’s not like the kid was in danger.

“I have more of a reason to be here than you, asshole.”

“Okay, okay, too early for you two to banter.” Emerson cut in before Angel and Letty attempted to out talk the other.

Letty knew of Angel and Emerson’s past. Watching them now, it was like a whole different Angel in front of her. Sure, his arrogance and prick ways were still ever present, but the way he looked at Emerson, took care of her, it was different and honestly, it was nice to see. It made Angel more of a human to her than the asshole Coco was best friend’s with.

“I brought breakfast, Coco Jr. is lucky I brought extra.” Angel walked in the room while Letty walked out, giving them some privacy. “How you doing querida?”

“Good, I just woke up, so maybe after a cup of coffee I’ll be doing amazing.” Emerson tied her hair up in a ponytail slipping on her glasses. Angel just watched her do her morning routine and it amazed him how it never changed. She always stretched when she first got up, tied her hair up and then brushed her teeth. He thought that was unconventional since she eats right after brushing her teeth, but she always reasoned she did it for him. She didn’t want to kiss him with stinky breath.

It was cute.

And it was little things like that he missed the most.

He was no saint, he shared his bed with a few people, needs were needs and he technically wasn’t with Emerson. So many times he wanted to come after her, apologize for his stupidity, but she didn’t remember him. Countless nights he drank himself to sleep just to dull the pain. Even though this was technically what he wanted, for Emerson to stay away for the club would remain safe, but for her to not remember him at all, that fucking killed him.

“Angel?” Emerson shook him one more time. She’s been calling him and he was just staring at the wall.

“Sorry,” he offered her a smile. “Ready to eat?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

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Angel looked over at Emerson as she baked. He was off from the scrapyard today and had no plans with the rebels. He wanted to spend as much time with Emerson as possible. After the poetry competition three weeks ago, Emerson has been more open to him, walls that she used to have up were not as high anymore. She would make jokes with him, be very affectionate and it just felt things were back to normal.

But then there were times when she did put her walls up.

It was frustrating, but he was getting better at tearing those walls. It was a process, but Angel had patience, for Emerson he did at least.

“You want to be useful or are you just going to be a model the whole afternoon?” Emerson teased Angel as she finished decorating the second layer of the cake.

“Teddy, you literally never let me touch a cake because of an incident a few years back.” Angel wanted to help Emerson bake a cake for Felipe’s birthday that they were going to bring over together. Make a long story short, the cake ended up on the floor and Emerson had to begrudgingly buy cake from a bakery since Angel couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

“Yeah? What happened? Did you mix up salt and sugar?” Emerson teased. When he saw the sheepish look on his face, she busted out in laughter. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. You have to make me a cake now.”

“What? No fucking way, you’re like some cake elitist.” Angel shook his head, staying at his seat on the counters beside the oven.

“I am not.” Emerson frowned. “I promise, I’ll be nice.”

“You’ve said that to me before and you berated a cake I made for you for your birthday.”

“Well you mixed the salt and sugar, what was I supposed to do?”

Emerson froze as the memory returned, placing the piping bag down. Angel was immediately by her side.

“Fuck you Angel, you’re so fucking unbelievable.” Emerson grabbed her clothes, shoving them in a duffel bag as Angel followed her, grabbing the bag.

“You’re not fucking leaving. It’s pouring out there. You're pissed, I get it, I’ll leave.”

“Pissed? That’s an understatement.” Emerson shoved Angel, and he took it, letting her let out all of her frustration.

“Of all the people, why her? And of all days, my birthday?”

“Baby, hey, Emerson, come back to me.” Angel cupped her face, soothingly rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

“Sorry,” she moved away from his touch, not liking the memory she remembered. Her chest felt tight. She closed her eyes, trying to breath deeply in and out, something her therapist had taught her. “Um, can you give me a moment?”

“Teddy, don’t close me off, let’s talk about it.”

“Did you cheat on me?”

Angel was caught off guard. He felt like the walls were closing in. What should he say? Yes? But that would ruin all of his progress. He wanted to be honest with Emerson but this would halt their progress. It was selfish, but he didn’t give a fuck. He couldn’t tell her that he intentionally slept with her sister on her birthday so that she could catch them and she would leave him. Well, he didn’t actually. He just set up the scene to make it appear that he did. He could never actually sleep with Sophia. He couldn’t do that to Emerson.

So he had to pretend.

This was all of her father’s fault. He wasn’t going to take the fall all on his own.

“No, I didn’t.” And that wasn’t a lie. He didn’t even kiss Sophia, she literally caught them in a compromising position and he just went with it.

It was his biggest regret.

Emerson had her accident that night and he lost her.

Before she could even register what she was doing, Emerson wrapped her arms around Angel. His arms immediately went around her. He felt like an idiot for how much just a simple hug gave him such comfort. He missed having her in his arms. Maybe he was a coward, but the MC was the only thing he had. Maybe it was a mistake to give up Emerson for that, but she would have understood, hell, she would have made the decision for him.

“I want it all to come back, I don’t know what to do to make it come back.” Emerson cried out, her cheek pressed against Angel’s chest.

His heart broke.

He didn’t know how to help her. He spoke to her often about things they used to do together, things she loved to do, but she would give him a blank look, like that part of her life never occurred. From what he understood, his Emerson was different from the Emerson that Elijah had all those years ago. Eighteen year old Emerson was a bitch, materialistic, looked down on people, it was how she was raised. That she was above everyone, the typical rich bitch that Angel fucking hated. His Emerson, sure, she was a bitch, but she was different. She never looked down at them, she loved the small dingy apartment they shared together. She didn’t give a fuck what he did for a living. They lived simply, but she was happy, he definitely was. But insecurities always came with Angel. He knew that her family would never approve of him and her father was never shy about making that known.

He should have never let her father come between them, but he was young, presented with an option to keep the MC safe. He ran it by Bishop and Taza and they advised him to break it off with Emerson.

“It’ll come back, you have to give it time.” Angel kissed the top of her head, his own tears falling from his eyes. He should be truthful with her, full disclosure. Maybe it would help her. But every time he found the courage to do so, she would smile at him and he remembered all the years he missed, his selfishness making its way out. He was a bastard, but if Emerson never remembered his past indiscretions, he wouldn’t mind.

They could start anew.

Some part of Emerson still loves him, he could see it in her eyes and he was going to have that part come out. He was confident that he could have her fall for him all over again.

He always thought they were a fluke, but now he knew they weren’t. Fate brought them back together, no one enticed Emerson to come back to Santo Padre, she did on her own.

This was her home.

No matter what her fucking father thought.

“Are you busy tonight?” Angel broke the silence between them. He wasn’t sure how long they were standing there holding one another, but Angel didn’t want this moment to end.

“With what? My life literally revolves around you, Letty and the other Mayans.” Emerson chuckled, pulling away from Angel. “I’m sorry, I wet your shirt.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Angel brushed her off. “Look, you know I’m not his biggest fan, but maybe you should speak to Elijah, he can tell you a few things about what occurred in your life.” That pained Angel to say, but he knew Elijah knew some things he didn’t, for example, the details of her accident.

“I’m not speaking to him.” Emerson went over to the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to wipe her eyes. Coming back out, she found Angel back at his previous seat on the counter. “You don’t like Elijah.”

“I don’t, but if it helps you, I don’t mind.”

He forgot how unforgiving Emerson could be. He didn’t care that she basically closed Elijah off, but he wasn’t going to pretend that he couldn’t help her.

“He hasn’t been truthful with me, why would he start now?” Emerson knew Elijah approached her with caution, not wanting to overwhelm her. He always took care of her in his own special way and knew that he was hiding something from her. Every time she tried to approach the subject of her accident or her life prior to that accident, Elijah gave her vague details. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was no longer a part of her life or he was proceeding with caution. “Was he even a part of our lives?”

“Unfortunately.” Angel rolled his eyes. “He’s your oldest friend, I’m sure he means well.” Angel didn’t believe that, but he knew he had to speak highly of Elijah to get Emerson to consider talking to him.

“No.”

Angel sighed. “Alright baby, whatever you want. How about I come over later and we can play twenty questions again?”

It was something they’ve been doing together. Emerson would ask him twenty questions about their life together and it has been helping her some, which made Angel happy. They were usually happy memories, simple questions. But he knew that she would eventually start asking about the day of the accident, the months before the accident. He wasn’t proud how he acted around Emerson, knowing how much it hurt her, but he had to push her away.

“Sure, that sounds like fun. Do I have to cook or are you going to be a good boyfriend and bring me food?” Emerson froze and the smirk on Angel’s face said it all. “Not as in boyfriend, you know, like, you’re a boy and you’re my friend.”

“Not for long, I’m going to be your boyfriend soon enough.”

Emerson rolled her eyes. “The confidence you have is just, amazing.”

“Come on Teddy, it’s only a matter of time. I won’t push you, but I’ll win you back.”

“Angel Ignacio Reyes, ever so charming.” The voice made Angel froze, Emerson looking up, surprised by the sudden intrusion.

“Hey Sophia, what are you doing here?” Emerson placed the piping bag down once again, wiping her eyes on her apron.

Angel remained mum, not liking Sophia’s presence. She looked the same, a little more mature and the way she held herself was different. She was no longer as smug as she was, she seemed, to be more humble. Angel didn’t know how to describe it, but Sophia seemed different.

“I brought your dress for my wedding.” Sophia’s eyes remained on Angel, waiting for him to acknowledge her. She always found Angel attractive, but he was far too below her class to even be looked at. What she did with him was something she would always regret. Things were different now, she was no longer a naive, stupid child who held a petty grudge against her older sister. She just hoped Emerson saw it that way as well.

“Wow, someone finally took one for the team and decided to marry you.” Angel applauded the sucker who decided to marry Sophia Andres.

“Oh go fuck yourself Reyes.” Their banters were always hostile, but they got along well enough since Angel truly did love her sister.

Angel laughed nervously, not wanting to be in Sophia’s presence any longer. “I’m gonna check on Coco Jr., you good here?”

“You don’t trust me around my own sister?” The smirk on Sophia’s face made the hair on the back of Angel’s neck raise. How terrible would it be if he killed her? The thought had crossed his mind, but she was Emerson’s baby sister.

“Well, you are a bitch so no.”

Emerson and Sophia watched Angel walk out of the kitchen.

“See you too are becoming chummy.” Sophia teased her older sister. “How are things?”

“Sophia, we speak to one another every day, nothing has changed from yesterday.” Emerson smiled, picking up her piping bag again. “I thought we agreed to meet in San Diego on Sunday. It’s only Wednesday.”

“I was free, and decided to fly in early. Maybe we can spend some time together, I miss you Emerson.” Sophia truly did miss her sister. She was thankful that Emerson has been speaking to her more often and even agreed to come to her wedding. But she knew that she would have to arrange a meeting between Emerson and her father before her wedding. The last thing she needed was for them to argue. “Figured I can treat you to a spa day for Christmas? Mother came along.”

Emerson sighed. “Sophia, I really don’t want to see mom.”

“Come on Emmy, we’re trying here. We miss you. Life is so short, we shouldn’t waste things on petty disagreements that can be easily mended.” Sophia realized her mistake when she saw the change of expression on Emerson’s face. She cussed and scream in her head, kicking herself for being an idiot.

“Well, you weren’t the one who was disowned so I don’t expect you to understand my petty feelings.” Emerson spat out venomously.

Sophia sighed, pursing her lips, knowing she fucked up. “Emerson, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disregard your feelings.”

“Well, you also didn’t mean to disregard my feelings all those years ago.” Emerson sighed as well, placing her piping bag again, which was beginning to irritate her. “I don’t know what you all have planned, but I’m done. I was disowned. Let’s all just greet one another during holidays and birthdays, let’s not try to repair something that’s irreparable.”

“Emerson, you don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I actually do Sophia. How can you even rectify all the actions that have occurred these last few years? You all watched him as he kicked me out. And nothing, you all did nothing. Now, you want to make amends with me? Why? Is grandfather threatening the inheritance again unless we’re a complete family?” She saw how Sophia’s face changed and she scoffed. “Oh, did you think I was not aware of the clause he has implemented? Grandfather told me that he would take out our whole family from the inheritance if I wasn't welcomed back.”

“I,” Sophia paused. “Emerson, that’s not why we’re here. Father has his own money, he doesn’t need grandfather’s inheritance.” Sophia knew of that stipulation, but that wasn’t why she was trying to make amends with Emerson.

“Please leave, let’s just go back to text messages.”

“Emerson.”

“She asked you to leave.”

Sophia turned around and found Letty Cruz at the door of the kitchen. She was outnumbered and she would rather not air out grievances in front of a stranger.

“I’ll come back, Emmy. Please believe me, that’s not why I’m here.”

“Goodbye Sophia, congratulations on your marriage.” Emerson’s tone was clipped, Sophia knew Emerson was closing her off again.

Sophia looked at Letty as she walked out, frowning at how things turned out with Emerson. “It was nice to see you Leticia Cruz.”

“Can’t say the same about you Sophia Andres.”

As soon as Sophia walked past her, she heard the kitchen door close. Angel was standing outside smoking. She made her way to him, slipping on her sunglasses. The Mercedes that her father provided for her was parked right in front of Emerson’s bakery.

“Emerson has closed me off again.” She informed him. “Angel, I really do want to repair my relationship with my sister. I’m not proud of my past actions and I regret them immensely. I know she listens to you, if you could just put a good word in for me, for my family.”

“You want me to put a good word in for your family who disowned her twice? You’re not her family. We are. She came back to us.” Angel hated the Andres family. Sure, Emerson’s mother and brother weren’t terrible at all, but Eduardo and Sophia? God, they were cut from the same cloth.

“Convenient that you haven’t spoken of your past grievances towards Emerson. I wonder what she would do if she discovered how you set her up to find us together? You think Emerson would be so forgiving towards you then?” There was the Sophia that Angel remembered and knew. A cheetah could never change its spots. “You’re not innocent Angel. A slip of tongue will ruin everything you’ve built with Emerson.”

“And you think her finding out that you helped me ruin our relationship with the convincing of your father is going to repair your relationship?” Angel threw his cigarette to the ground, stepping on it. “You’re out of your fucking mind. I’m not afraid of you or your father. You both can go fuck yourselves.”

Sophia nodded her head. “Think wisely Angel, Emerson’s memories will eventually come back and when they do, you’ll be nothing but a memory to her, she’ll never come back to you.”

Angel watched as Sophia got in the car, the driver opening it for her. He knew Sophia was right, he should be honest with Emerson, and he will be, just not right now.

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Emerson walked out of the kitchen in her bakery and found Miguel by the counter. Angel had to go to the club due to some business so it was just her and Letty. She raised an eyebrow at her cousin and shook her head. Nestor was right beside Leticia, once again, helping her with some trigonometry homework.

“Elijah can fight his own battles, Miguel.” Emerson immediately told him which made Miguel laugh.

“I come in peace, prima.” He held his hands up. Her immediate reaction to his presence was warranted, but he truly did come in peace. “But put him out of his misery, he truly meant well.”

“He hid valuable information about my life that could have helped me for his own gain.” Emerson placed the cake inside the display, closing it right after. She crossed her arm, narrowing her eyes at Miguel.

“Give him a break Emmy, you know how much he loves you.” Miguel reasoned.

“He loves me because it benefits him, what happens when I no longer do?” Emerson wasn’t an idiot. She knew that Elijah valued her due to his parents' fondness of her. If she became his wife, they would hand him the keys to the kingdom as he would show them that he was stable. No more messing around with women that had no future. But she always reasoned with him that Sophia would provide the same kind of stableness for him.

“You know that’s not true.” Miguel always found the idea of arranged marriages to be distasteful. He believed that they were much more civilized than that and they didn’t need their parents picking their spouse. But for Elijah and Emerson’s family, it seemed to work well. Though, the last arranged marriage they had was Emerson’s parents, but that's neither here nor there. “He misses you.”

“Miguel, stop fighting his battles for him.”

“I’m simply playing the middle man since Elijah is far too afraid to approach you.” Miguel looked around Emerson’s bakery, liking the personal style that Emerson added around. “You’ve always had a hold on Elijah, yet you’ve never tried to sway it in your favor.”

“I’ve manipulated Elijah before, I’m not proud of it, but it’s happened.” Emerson placed a cake in a box, preparing it for Miguel so he could give it to Emily. “Elijah has been in my life for as long as I can remember, but I never saw myself marrying him due to the devastation that would cause to my relationship with my sister.”

“Sophia is marrying another, surely, nothing is standing in your way now.”

“Angel is,” Emerson wasn’t sure why she said that, but Miguel seemed taken back by her reply.

“Angel Reyes?” The Reyes men were starting to become a headache for him. They were still useful to him, so he had no plans to do anything to them, but he was surprised Emerson said what she said. As far as he knew, she didn’t remember Angel. “So you remember him?”

“Convenient, you’ve left that out as well.” Emerson placed the box in front of Miguel. “I’m sure you all have your reasons, but I wish you were all much more truthful with me, maybe I could have had my memories by now.”

“You didn’t want to be pushed, Emmy.”

“Again, you all didn’t want to push it unless it benefited you.” Emerson placed a slice of Dulce de leche that she knew Dita loved. “I’ll see you around, primo.”

“Don’t close me off, I wasn’t doing anything to harm you.” Miguel was close to Emerson, the younger sister he never had. The last thing he wanted was to upset her. He didn’t want to be in the position Elijah was in. “You know I’m looking out for your best interest. Angel Reyes was never good for you.”

“And who are you to decide that?”

“Someone who loves and cares for you, Angel is not innocent. Have you not thought about how your relationship ended?”

Emerson has thought of how their relationship ended, she thought of it often, but it was a can of worms she wasn’t willing to open. She forgot this man and he was still holding out hope for something that may never occur.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not trying to dwell in the past. I just want to remember and move on, just move on all together really.”

Miguel frowned. “Maybe you should Emmy, understanding what happened in your past can trigger your memories. You should ask your sister too, her and Angel were quite close near the end of your relationship.”

“Angel told me we were still engaged.”

“Guess that’s one narrative.”

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Emerson looked at the screen before her, hesitating to click on the file that Miguel had sent her. After he left the bakery, she received an email from Miguel with files that apparently held pictures and videos that would help with her progress. The bakery was uneventful today and she mostly spent the time helping Letty with her homework. She advanced in the poetry competition and was going to compete statewide next month. Emerson was excited for Letty since she knew how rough Letty’s life had been. If she could help it, she would make sure Letty would never go through that again.

Before she could even open it, there was a knock on her door. She looked at the time and remembered that Angel was supposed to come over. Checking her hair, she took a deep breath and pushed the butterflies in her stomach.

It was just Angel.

She opened the door and her smile faltered.

It wasn’t Angel.

“Hey, mom.”

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