#Sleeping and other stuff is gonna be a trip for the guardians

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Aight so I gotta ask:

If X and co. are carbons now, does this mean they age? How do they take aging? Since they were pretty much immortal before, in bodies that were forever in their prime, it must be a shock to....not be in timeless bodies anymore.

On the flip-side, how does X react to getting to see Volnutt grow up?

Okay first of all THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS QUESTION!! I get to ramble on Carbons and their bullshit. LWNDKWJRK

My idea is that Carbons…Can live longer than humans but can age unlike robots it depends how much their robotics can affect their organic sides. Originally they used to live a long time but then thanks to Elysium’s meddling that wasn’t the case anymore, but that doesn’t mean they still can. It’s that thanks to the Master, it’s possible to age slowly again. They ain’t inmortal anymore but they have the option to live long or die of natural causes depending on the Carbon.

A Terra carbon lifespan is 150 years as it's depending on the more machine they are it’s possible to be near immortal but it’s not that well recorded on terra and because the tech of that era is not as Advanced as X and the guardian’s eras. They don’t exactly know the limits as certain Air pirates have lived longer than others.

An Elysium tho? They have designed Lifespans depending on their duty and job meaning that some live for centuries while others are short. Because Volnutt (Back when he was Trigger) has a longer Lifespan thanks to being The Master’s Favorite. That extended life span was passed on to his next life as Volnutt. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING MOTHER UNITS AND THEIR ASSISTANTS

Now how this ties back to X and the Guardians (By extension Volnutt? Mayhaps)

They are special cases, they aren’t immortal but they sure as SHIT can age very slowly. Because of how their new bodies were created, they can live longer than Regular carbons. But the shock of having mortal bodies has been difficult to comprehend at first but over time they eventually came to terms to it

Especially the guardians, they have different reactions and opinions about it but eventually they accept it. Plus they aren’t exactly that around that long back when Neo Arcadia is still around and the events of Zero so they haven’t experienced their lifespan thing. Plus of how carbons are sturdy but not like this OG bodies they forget that their Biomechanical at times of needed to eat and just basic human things. Especially learning that they can also get sick the hard way.

But X? Nah this is GREAT! He’s been alive for gods knows what, he would absolutely accept it pretty easily! The best part? He won’t outlive his loved ones anymore, he can just pass away in old age!! Dying peacefully that’s a fucking bonus for him (Granted it’s going to take a LONG TIME but he’ll get there).

As for X reacting to seeing Volnutt growing up? It’s pretty emotional for him, while reploids have to change their growing bodies when child units exist. But carbons having what humans have in their aging is…emotional. Seeing his little boy growing up to be a man is just too much for his heart. I answered that X would absolutely get fucking emotional when he sees Volnutt’s baby pictures. But I imagine that deep down he wanted to be a part of the boy’s life from childhood all the way to the present day. Holding him when he was a baby is kinda a dream plus infants are one of his weaknesses.

Can you imagine baby Volnutt wrapping his small chubby hands around his Papa’s fingers? Yah his heart is gonna explode.

[boydepartment]

JAYJAY I HAVE THIS CUTE IDEA THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE

OKAY OKAY….imagine going on a road trip with enha! I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WITH JAKE AND NIKI AAAAHAHEHHDJDDJJ HEHEHEHHEEHHHEHEHEH👹👹👹

Enhypen Headcanons- Road-trip!

HELLLO MY DEAR IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I AM ON IN RN!!!! IM GONNA DO THESE AS LIKE HEADCANONS <3 edit- IM SO sorry this took awhile. i had a ton of birthday stuff and then my friends stayed like the entire weekend. I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS WHILE THEYRE SLEEPING EVEN THO WE HAVE CHURCH TOMORROW ITS LIKE 2:30 AM!

MASTERLIST

JUNGWON- Jay def put him in charge of music mainly because Riki kept playing something INSANE LIKE ASMR ON THE AUX. Jungwon probably plays really nice classical music that makes everyone fall asleep but then will randomly play screamo too so he scares everyone. He lets everyone choose a song though! DEF ASKS TO GO PEE EVERY 20 MILES HE SITS RIGHT BEHIND JAY! His song choice is No More Dream by bts

HEESEUNG- I think be brings up like "lets play ispy!!!" then looked at like Jay like "i spy a grumpy pants!" Just to mess with him while he's driving. Other than that he is the snack keeper. He is in the passengers seat and the snacks are by his feet so no one hogs snacks. One time though Heeseung wanted to mess with Jake by playing tug of war with the bag of chips and you can imagine how that ended. Heeseung's song choice is You got a friend in me by Randy Newman

JAY- HE IS DRIVING. He gives driving vibes yaknow?? He is def a safe driver too, like he isn't driving like a maniac. He always has his blinker on too early and he is driving the speed limit. Can you imagine Jay backing up the car.... ANYWAYS- He has def turned the music off to focus when the car gets tense too Jay's song choice is Mr. Brightside by the Killers or he will just turn on like the oldies radio.

JAKE- He is somewhere in the middle of the van, I also think he gets carsick so bad. Whenever Riki wants him to look at something on his phone if its longer than a quick glance Jake NEEDS to look out the window, otherwise those chips he ate off the floor bc of Heeseung are coming up to land on the floor again. Other than that he loves to sing a long to songs <3 He would probably play the anything off the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack!

SUNGHOON- HE HAS THE COOLER W THE DRINKS ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK! They have tea, soda, water, everything. He wanted the seat all the way in the back for this reason. And because Sunoo is just on his phone the entire time. Sunghoon has def accidentally smacked Jake in the head with those sodas that are encased in glass. BY ACCIDENT. He also eats the ice from the cooler.... Sunghoon would play like old songs from I-Land and then be like "remember when so and so did this??" Just to add drama in the car.

SUNOO- On his phone the entire time!!! Next to Sunghoon in the back. He has his headphones in and he is playing a game. Sunoo is very quiet and just does his own thing! Only looks up when he gets a tincy motion sick or when he sleeps <3 He brought his own snacks. SUNOO DOESNT TRUST ANYONE NOT TO EAT THE FOOD W HIS NAME ON IT. "Riki just pick my song for me I am not listening."

NI-KI- "Dude if you throw up, puke on Jungwon..." VOMIT INSTIGATOR He also ended up right in the middle of the car which is really dumb because of how tall he is. mf is literally blocking the rear-view mirror. Riki also purposely will take longer to use the bathroom because before he left he sprayed a TON of axe in the car just to mess w people more. He likes when the windows are rolled down so it works out for him. He probably plays the MOST insane shit ever, like cbat or like REALLY old meme songs JUST to get on everyones nerves. LIKE THE RAINING TACOS SONG "Um I get two songs... Sunoo gave me his choice <3" THIS WHOLE CAR IS JUST A MESS!

[xbl00dy-r0s3x]

Hi lovely, hope you're doing alright!! May I request Hobie x reader who's having a rough time mentally ( I call em bad brain days) and they're having a rough time with school (college finals), crazy bs at the day job (customer service fucking blows lmao), and in their dimension they have a shitty guardian ALONG with dealing with being a spidey. After patrol Hobie swings into his place and finds them having a really bad panic attack (and he's freaking out cuz he's never seen them like this before). They're trembling like crazy, hyperventilating, really warm and crying and it just sets his Spidey sense OFF. He talks them down and comforts them from a distance then when they ok it, he comes closer to provide physical comfort...letting them touch his accessories (he hands them one of his bracelets for sensory purposes to help bring them down), play with his rings, etc. He just cuddles them to his chest, providing words of comfort.

Sorry if this is too specific, I may have gotten a lil carried away lmfao.

Anyway stay freaky, have good vagina, I love ya!!

(honey anon)

A lil mental health awareness story, I like it(I hope I do good man, it’s been a minute since I’ve written) Let’s see how this goesssss(I might’ve went off script a lil, apology in advance if I did)

Bad Brain Day

“These finals are gonna be the death…” you sighed while studying for your math final. You barely got through AP Literature review packet(that was on stuff the teacher regrettably didn’t cover😒😒) and you hoped to god(or whatever you believe in) that you passed your 3 other finals. The past two weeks working at the little cafe a block from your college wasn’t any better.

Some customers were nice enough to realize you were sleep deprived and not ready to deal with bullshit, but apart from them, the rest were hell. It went from getting yelled at constantly, to being tripped by a group of high school girls and spilling hot coffee all over their uniform, to even someone random dude being racist and spitting in your face before throwing his money and his coffee at you.

It didn’t help that most of your friends were all busy, two or three actually checked on you from time to time to make sure you were doing okay mentally(you tend to have bad things happen around finals week) and the one person you tried to talk to about the “debts” that you owed them for raising you was unreachable. You tried texting, calling, hell you even tried zoom calls and e-mails, but to no avail, you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker withdrew a couple hundred dollars(that you didn’t have) as his payment this month(like he usually did).

And the countless times of having to disappear from class and work to go deal with some bad guys in not only your dimension, but Miles and Pavitr’s dimensions as well hadn’t helped the stress that was starting to build up, even Miguel started to worry when you’d show up more sleep deprived then the last time you were there. Eventually he told you to take a break from the spider society so you didn’t get hurt and you were thankful, but it wasn’t like the bad guys in your dimension would ever let you catch a break.

Which leads to today as you were studying for your last final, you started to feel your chest close up and your eyes started to water. “No, not again,” you groaned internally as you went into another panic attack that started with you in your little spinning gamer chair to being on the floor in the corner of your room. You were violently shaking, trying breathing exercises to calm yourself down, but to no avail. As you were starting to calm down from the attack, your anxiety spiked as you heard a knock at your window.

‘F-fuck. Who is it? I-I can’t deal with this and another person right now,’ you thought as the person knocked again. “Y/n? Y’kno is rude to leave company waitin’,” said Hobie as he opened your window and saw you in the corner. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought when he saw your state. Your hair was messy, you were crying, but it didn’t hide the eye bags that you had from the lack of proper sleep, and your clothes made you look more bummy then you thought it did.

“Hey love, you doin’ okay?” he said in a softer tone than before as he sat on the windowsill. You slightly shook your head no. “Y’kno… I’m not the best with words so is it ok if I play my guitar a little?”

You thought he might play some of his punk music he’s been practicing, so you were a little off put by the request, but you slowly nodded yes, wiping tears that wouldn’t let up as you hoped you didn’t make the wrong decision. To your surprise, he strummed his guitar strings softly and it was one of the songs he’s heard you have playing when your really stressed out that helps prevent these attacks from happening as often.

As time went on, you felt more and more relaxed, eventually letting him come sit next to you and gave you one of his bracelets to mess with. After a bit, you ended up between his legs and had started messing with both of his hands, admiring how the rings complimented his skin and his surprisingly nice nails that he’d let you paint from time to time. While you were in your own world of mind fog from the panic attack, his voice brought you comfort as he mumbled some words of comfort that sounded a little jumbled by his accent, but you loved it nonetheless.

You laid back against him while opting to mess with just one of his hands, his other wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer to him, letting you know you were loved. Soon enough, you both fell asleep, with him leaning his back against the wall and you leaning in to him. Little did he know, he was gonna have a crock in his back for a while, but he’ll think it’s worth it after what he accomplished the night before.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO END THIS SWEETLY BUT YKNOW WHAT, I LOVE IT AND HOPE YOU DO TO, Much love and light, have a great rest of your day, my lovelies (I did try to capture hobie’s accent/slang and his pronunciation of words, I hope I did well)

[coffeebanana]

Shameless Self-Promo, Part...Idk?

Since I haven’t done one of these things since January...here we go again with some fics I’ve written in the last few months. Planning on doing another post like this soon with fics I’ve read, but that will require a little more organization on my part, haha. Anyways...

Love Square

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Aged up PRPR. Essentially, Adrien keeps trying to get Marinette to rest by asking for cuddles. Paper Me With Kisses - Aged up PRPR (again!). Marinette is keeps failing to confess her feelings to Adrien, so...she dresses him up as Box Noir? Build You Up - Post-Strike Back fic taking place the weekend after the events of the finale. School is one of the last places Adrien wants to be that morning, and as it turns out...he’s not the only one. Emotional Hurt/Comfort and Identity Reveal. Can’t Fool Me - Marinette and Adrien decide to impersonate their superhero partners for April Fool’s Day...What on Earth could go wrong with that plan? Fuzzy Blanket Feelings - Post-Hawk Moth defeat PRPR. Marinette and Adrien are staying at the Guardians’ temple while the Guardians try to wake up Émilie. Adrien cant sleep; he feels lonely, unwanted, and uncertain about his future. Luckily, he’s not the only one who wishes he had some company. In other words, there were two beds but one was ignored.

Rare Pairs

The Way I Am - Alyanette. Established relationship. Plotless fluff wherein Marinette makes a mess in an attempt to accomplish some guardian stuff Something I Need - Lukadrien. One-shot set in my Marigami College AU. The best boyfriends are the ones who can get you to put down the physics, remind you that your best is good enough, and drag you to bed with kisses. At least, that's how Adrien feels about Luka. Never Gonna Give You Up - Feluka. Everything seems to be going wrong about Felix’s trip to see his long-distance boyfriend, but Luka knows how to cheer him up just the same. Yes, the title is a rickroll but I swear it’s a real fic. Take On The World - Julerose. Juleka and Rose stay up late, reflecting on their relationship and sharing their hopes and worries for the future. so if you think it’s love, it is (and if you think it’s trust, it is) - Julenette with background Love Square and Julerose (Discussions of Polyamory). Dating Marinette...it's not something Juleka expected, but it's good. It's great, even. Except for the nagging voice in the back of Juleka's mind that insists Marinette's not entirely over Adrien, and the other voice insisting that Juleka's not entirely over Rose. But maybe...maybe neither of them have to choose.

WIPs (Please Pester Me To Finish These)

Happier (1/4 chapters complete) - Adrigaminette. Set after Truth and Lies. After her break-up with Adrien, Kagami tries to be happy when she sees Adrien and Marinette grow closer. She is happy for them. She just...can’t help but want that for herself. She can’t help but want them for herself. The Simple Life™ (2/3 chapters complete) - Having been told that the “rich kids” couldn’t last a week without their family money to keep them afloat, Adrien, Chloé, and Kagami plan to spend the next month living as roommates in a basic apartment. With a normal person's budget. Without any of them really knowing how to cook, or clean, or...what is it that regular people even do Sure, Chloé wants to cry for every single second of it, Kagami seems to have made it her life mission to annoy Chloé for every waking moment, and Adrien's ready to tear his hair out, but...whatever. They'll be fiiiiine. It can’t be that hard, right? ...Right? Softer Than His Stupid Shirt (5/15(?) chapters complete) - He was just a guy in a bar, she was just a girl in a bar...Until Marinette wakes up to find a naked stranger on her floor, only to realize he's not really a stranger, but the guy whose face is on half of the billboards of Paris. And holy crap, what is Adrien Agreste doing here when she's supposed to start an internship at his father's company today?

[shyficwriter]

I've Got You

Guardians of the Galaxy Fanfic | Reader x Guardians (Yondu is alive)

Summary: After you never let anyone else listen to your music Rocket and the guys decide they want to see what potentially embarrassing songs you have on your music player, but find something else entirely.

Author's Note: ANGST! This story does NOT have a happy ending, or an ending at all really. It may be funny at the start but it's all angst at the end and it'll make you cry. Proceed with caution. This isn't even a joke- it gets heavy. I was going through some stuff... If you think this might trigger anything for you at all, skip this one.

Content Warning: Mentions of suicide/depression.

Word Count: 2,508

You didn't mind sharing with the rest of the gang. You really didn't. You'd share your clothes with Mantis, your food with Groot, and your books with Drax. There was very little you didn't share, except for one thing, and that was your music player.

Anytime someone would occasionally ask to borrow it you would always make up an excuse, usually: "Nah, you wouldn't like my music." and that was usually that for a little while. But, of course, eventually someone would ask again and you'd have to make the same excuses over again. Once you even told Peter it was all accordion music so he'd stop asking to compare playlists. That worked for a bit, until a week later you forgot you had told him that and said how much you hated accordion music when the topic of Polka was brought up. Oops. Well, there went that excuse.

One day was different, however.

You were walking in Peter's ship, minding your own business with your headphones in when Rocket motioned to you. He was sitting at a table with Groot. You paused your player and removed one of your earbuds. "What's up?"

"Groot was trying to ask if he could listen with you. but of course you had your volume up like always."

"You're going to damage your hearing if you keep that up," said Gamora, sitting on the other side of the room with Drax.

You ignored her, turning your attention back to Rocket. "Oh. I don't think that's a good idea.." you said with a wince, feeling bad for having to tell the little guy 'no.' Other than Mantis, he was the one you always felt the most guilty saying 'no' to. Those puppy-dog eyes were killer.

Rocket eyed you suspiciously. "Why? Quill lets him do it all the time?"

He was right. Peter did let little Groot listen to music with him quite often. But you weren't Peter.

Peter startled you when he came up from behind you with Yondu, saying, "Yeah, you're weirdly possessive of that thing. It won't hurt to let him have a listen."

'It might.' you thought. "He might be better off listening to your music, we already know he likes that."

"What's wrong with yers?" Yondu asked, who agreed with Peter about the weirdly possessive thing. You barely ever let that thing out of your sight.

You tried to think of something, "It's uh, not really appropriate..."

Yondu chuckled, "Are ya trying to say ya have dirty songs on that player of yers?"

You blushed. That's not exactly where you were going with that, but if it works... "I'd just say my music isn't exactly, uh.. kid friendly."

Your blush only made it more convincing that this whole time you had been hiding embarrassing music on your device. Rocket raised an eyebrow in amusement and Peter laughed too. "There's no way I'm gonna believe you have dirty songs on there. Let me see." he said, moving to reach for your music player.

You quickly put it in your pocket. "Nope! Bye." you said, turning on your heels and making your way to leave the ship, glad you were docked on a planet as it gave you an escape. "Gonna go head out for a walk, be back soon!"

Peter looked slightly disappointed, but let you go.

Once you were gone Rocket spoke up. "You know, I think I know a way how we can sneak a listen to what she's got that's so secret on there," he said, smirking. "Ya know, if you want..."

Yondu and Peter shared a glance before looking over at Gamora, sure she'd reject the idea in favor of your privacy. Surprisingly, she nodded in agreement.

"I have to admit, now I'm curious too." Gamora said with an almost embarrassed shrug.

And with that it was settled. Rocket told them his plan.

***

The next day when you went to retrieve your music player from your nightstand drawer, it was there as expected. However, when you went to power it on nothing happened.

You groaned, walking out into the common area to look for Peter. Once you found him you asked if he had any spare batteries, only to be disappointed when he didn't.

"Although," Peter said, "If you're gonna walk down to the store to get some I'll transfer you some units to bring back a case of soda."

You agreed to bring him back some soda, but told him not to worry about the units as you headed out the door, having been convinced to take little Groot with you last minute. You never could resist those little eyes of his.

The team waited a few moments to make sure you weren't coming back for anything before telling Rocket to make his hasty trip to go get your music player from your room.

Your batteries hadn't died, Rocket had just quietly replaced them with dead ones while you were sleeping. He switched them back once he got back to where the rest of the team had gathered around the table.

Rocket grinned, thinking he was about to hit the jackpot on embarrassing secrets from you. "What do ya think it is?" he asked, handing the player to Peter. "I bet it's boy-bands."

Peter powered on the player and snickered. "What if it's that Justin Bieber guy that was always on the radio when we went to Terra?"

"Oh, he was awful. I would also be embarrassed to be caught willfully listening to his music." Drax said.

"I dunno, I still kinda think she's got dirty songs on there," Yondu laughed. "Ya saw how she blushed."

Peter rolled his eyes and began scrolling through your playlists. He raised an eyebrow. "I hardly recognize any of these songs." he said. "The only ones I recognize are ones I've already got on mine."

"Let me see," offered Kraglin. "I know more Xandarian songs, maybe they're some of those?" He scrolled for a bit before as Peter got up to grab something from a trunk behind him.

Peter sat back down and Kraglin handed the player back, shaking his head. "I don't recognize them either. Maybe they're Terran?"

"We'll see." Peter said, plopping the device he got from the trunk on the table and plugging it into the player. It was a speaker. "Here, now we can all hear it. Which one should I try first?"

"What's in her 'Recent's' list?" Gamora asked.

"First one says "Stay Alive," Peter says, "Oh! I actually think I know that one. My grandad used to listen to it, it's so old!" he laughed. "I didn't expect her to be into disco music though..." Peter hit play and as the lyrics came out he realized he was mistaken. "Oh... that's... That's not the song I thought it was at all..." he said in surprised concern.

♫♩"... Stay alive, stay alive For better days to come around.

When nothing is right in your head And all of your tears are shed I know how it seems, you're in this too deep But take it from me, it's not the end..." ♫♩

"Um..." Peter swiped to play a new, hopefully less depressing, song.

♫♩"Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place?" ♫♩

Nope. Peter swiped again.

♫♩"All day starin' at the ceilin' makin' Friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices tellin' me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for somethin' Hold on, feelin' like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why" ♫♩

Peter furrowed his brow. The others shared concerned glances, but didn't say anything. He swiped again.

♫♩"It's caving in around me What I thought was solid ground I tried to look the other way But I couldn't turn around" ♫♩

*Swipe*

♫♩"Hello darkness my old friend..." ♫♩

Peter could already tell it was another depressing song, he backed out of the screen into the list of recently played songs seeing titles like: "Nightmare," and "I'm not okay (I promise)," and unfortunately more bluntly: "Don't try Suicide." They listened to a few more songs, and they were all depressing. You did have happier songs on your music player, but your "Recents" list was full of much more depressing songs, as if that's all you had listened to for a long time.

Nobody was smiling anymore, Rocket looked like he was sorry he came up with this idea. Even Drax clearly understood that they hadn't discovered anything good.

Yondu's expression was hard, "Well, I don't like this at all."

"I think we made a mistake." Mantis said, concern painting her features.

"But... she always seems so... ok?" Rocket said, his ears lowered. You were his friend. His prank buddy. He had no idea. "Do you really think...she, you know...?"

"I don't know? I mean, do you think she'd really not say anything if she was hurting this much? Wouldn't Mantis at least have picked up on it?" Peter asked. He looked over at Mantis expectantly.

"I can only feel other's emotions if I touch them," she started, "and... she's never actually let me touch her."

"What should we do?" asked Gamora.

***

You walked in a few minutes later to just catch the last bit of Peter saying something about having a talk with you.

"Have a talk with me about what?" you asked.

It was clear you had startled them, Gamora having spun to face you upon hearing you speak up, and she almost never got startled.

You chuckled, walking nearer the table to place your grocery sack on it. Groot hopped off your shoulder to run across the table to Rocket. "Oh gosh, I didn't mean to scare you guys! I got the soda you asked for- ...what's that?" Your demeanor changed from almost cheery to nervous, the blood draining from your face when you saw what was very clearly your music player plugged into a speaker. Your eyes shot to Peter, the one closest to your device. "Peter? What the fuck?"

"It was Rocket's idea!" Peter exclaimed, his guilt having managed to trip his self-preservation switch.

Rocket didn't even try to deny it. He looked at the ground, "I thought it'd be funny..." he muttered. Groot looked at him in confusion. His friend usually never looked sorry for anything.

You snatch your player from the table. It was currently off, leading you to believe there might have been a chance they didn't listen yet. "Boundaries!" you scold, putting the player in your pocket. "Seriously uncool!"

You went to turn around but you bumped into Yondu who had walked around the table while you were scolding Peter.

"Sit." he said, his face stony.

You look up at him in surprise before Gamora spoke up. "We... listened to the songs you had on your player... We just want to talk."

You just stare at her for a moment. "Seriously guys, what the fuck?!" you say, your tone exasperated and your eyebrows knitted together. "You know what? No. I don't want to talk. I'm going back out."

Yondu grabbed your arm as you tried to push past him. "No. Yer gonna sit." with that he walked you to the nearest open chair and made you sit. His tone wasn't angry, but it was firm.

You felt knots tying in your stomach. Gamora spoke again.

"Look, we're sorry we took your music player without asking, but now that we have, we're concerned."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. No. No no no. "I literally told you guys so many times-"

"I know," Peter said, "but please... Just- we need to know if you're ok."

"Of course I'm ok!" you lied. "Why would I not be ok?!"

"Cut the crap." Kraglin said. His tone didn't seem angry either, it almost seemed sad. "I seriously doubt you'd be listening to all that depressing stuff if you were actually ok."

You attempt to stand again, saying, "Look just screw off-" before you were silenced by Yondu firmly pushing down on your shoulder to stop you.

"Look, we care about ya, ya lil' shit, and we ain't about to just let ya keep suffering if yer hurtin."

That tore something in you.

"Please- guys." You clenched your jaw and looked at the floor. No. Fuck. Not right now. "Just-" You inhaled sharply. Dammit. You were not about to start crying right now. You screwed your eyes shut, before covering your face when you realized that wasn't going to stop the tears and not wanting them to see. "Fuck!"

It all flooded you. All the hurt. All the pain. The hopelessness. The humiliation of the current situation. The guilt of your friends worrying about you. The numbness shattering as white hot pain tore through your soul. You felt what you thought was Gamora putting a comforting hand on your shoulder and you tried to hold back a sob as every bad thought you had about yourself came flooding in. You started to shake, feeling shame as memories of thoughts about ending it all leaked out your eyes. How many nights you had stood in front of the airlock weighing whether that night would finally be the night you pushed that button.

From behind you you heard a strangled cry. A cry of pure anguish. It was only then you realized the hand on your shoulder couldn't have been Gamora's. It had come from behind you. She had been standing in front of you. You quickly jerk forward and turn around in your seat, wrenching yourself from Mantis's hand- but it was too late.

Mantis nearly doubled over, hands clawed into her chest as a sob lodged itself in her lungs. She had only wanted to make you feel better. She wasn't expecting the torrent to flood into her so forcefully, hadn't realized this wasn't something she could just make go away with her abilities. She had felt everything.

The others looked at her with wide, startled eyes. Drax pulled her in and held her, not really knowing what to do but trying to make the hurt go away. Poor little Groot didn't understand what was happening, and Rocket held him so he couldn't see. Peter and Gamora shared an alarmed glance.

You were speechless. You could only stare in horror witnessing what you- or rather your pain- had done to her. "Mantis-" was all you could manage, not knowing what else to say. You barely noticed your tears now started flowing freely down your cheeks. You stood up to run away, but just like every other time you had tried, Yondu stopped you. Only this time he pulled you tightly to his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head as if you were a newborn.

"Girl, why didn't you tell us?" you heard him say softly.

You allowed yourself to be held, not realizing until that very moment just how badly you had needed to be. Fresh sobs broke from you and you buried your face into his chest when he said, "Shh now, little girl, I've got you."

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Pregnancy Headcanons/Scenario: Gavin

I hope you don’t mind, but I just decided to make this into a pregnancy headcanon post! I figured it would be easier to explain what our Bird Cop would do and how he’d handle things overall. 

Warning: Pregnancy 

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How you tell him

You became suspicious after not being able to keep certain foods down  the sudden fatigue and a week into you missing your period.

It was only a matter of time before you got pregnant. There were a lot of times when both of you were so caught up in the heat of the moment and neglected to use protection.

The minute you find out, you’re coming up with different ways to tell him. 

You’ve gone from thinking about buying matching leather biker jackets one with “Biker Dad” and the other “Biker Baby” embroidered on the back to telling him over dinner at a nice restaurant. 

So many ideas, but you settled for something simple. Buying two house plants to add to your homes collection. Both were succulents that matched with the one he currently owned, Greenie, but had their own unique traits. 

You excitedly show him the new plants when he gets home from work. 

 “I even came up with names!” You point to one that was predominantly green with a pink outline. “This one is Cutie because I thought it looked cute.” Then you point to the smallest one and suddenly the anxiety within you starts to bubble. 

“And this one is Baby.” He looks at you confused. “Baby?”

“B-baby...” You say again this time shifting awkwardly, not as confident as you had been before. “Because its so small...” 

He repeats the word once more as if trying to understand its meaning and as the seconds go by the anxiety builds further. Maybe you weren’t straightforward enough in your efforts to surprise him. 

As if a lightbulb dings in his mind, his face lights up and suddenly you’re in his arms, enveloped in the tightest of hugs. 

If there was any doubt in your mind that Gavin wasn’t going to accept you or the baby, that gets thrown out the window. He’s beyond happy because this is all he’s ever wanted. 

Having a family with you was only something he believed could only be achieved in a dream. 

“I’m going to be a... We’re going to be... You have no idea how happy I am. I promise I’ll..” He trails off as if to catch himself and pulls out of the hug. His elated expression turning serious. 

“I-I mean...if you want to. Whatever you want to do I’ll stand by you.” No surprise that Gavin puts your needs and happiness before his own. 

You can only smile up at him with misty eyes. “I want to have this baby with you.” 

During the pregnancy

Spoils the hell out of you! Whatever you want, he’ll get it. No matter how far or what time it is, your man will go through hell and back to make sure you’re satisfied. 

Want chocolate covered gummy bears with cinnamon sprinkled all over them, but the only store that’s open at 3AM is halfway across town? Say no more. 

Even when you don’t want to bother him, Gavin will take it upon himself to get even the smallest of things for you.

Will go to all of your appointments and parenting classes even if it means taking on less missions. Don’t even try to convince him to do otherwise. If he has to choose between you and work, it’ll be you every time. 

If, for whatever reason, he can’t be with you for a doctor appointment, he sends Minor in his place.

You do have an electric guardian angel watching over you as well, so even when Gavin’s away you’re not entirely alone.

As the months go on, Gavin will become very protective of you and refuses to let you lift a finger. 

He cooks all the dinners when he’s home and does all the housework. Won’t even let you pick up a broom. 

Massages! Tons of massages! The minute you start complaining about your feet or back, his hands are ready.

Work? While he won’t stop you from working until way later into your pregnancy, he will try to convince you to take on a lesser workload. 

He maaaaaay take a quick trip over to LFG to talk to your investor, just so the man knows not to stress you out. Don’t worry he’s just gonna talk to him. 

Handles your mood swings surprisingly well. Half of the time its because he does whatever you want and the other half is because he hates seeing you cry or upset. 

Only a handful of times has he been strict about certain things that could potentially harm you. Not even your cutest of pouts can change his mind when he wants to protect you and the baby. 

Has a few parenting books lying around and will be a bit embarrassed if you gush about how hard he’s trying to prepare. 

Once your stomach starts growing and you start to feel insecure about your appearance, Gavin will do all he can do reassure you that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet and that he’s lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect. 

For every part of you that you highlight as being unattractive he’ll kiss it. 

You don’t like how big your breasts have gotten? You hate the sight of your stretchmarks or how your shirts can no longer cover your protruding stomach? Expect a barrage of kisses your way. 

Gavin will fight every doubt you have so he can make his girl feel beautiful. 

Speaking of your body, Gavin would be a liar if he said he didn’t love the changes happening to your body for his own selfish reasons. 

You going up two bra sizes has been nothing but a blessing in Gavin’s eyes. Of course you’ve always been perfect to him, but you know...

Has offered to massage your breasts whenever you talk about them being too sensitive. Most of the time you take him up on that offer knowing full well that he wants more than just to ease you of your discomfort.

Not that you’re complaining because the way your sexual appetite has opened since being pregnant and having a man who wants to do nothing but please you like the service top he is?! You’re in heaven! 

By the time you’re in your 3rd trimester its hard for you to do the simplest of things, so expect Gavin to offer his services. 

Even showering has become difficult so he’s more than happy to help while you’re riddled with embarrassment.

“This is so embarrassing...”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about. It’s not like I haven’t see any of this before.”

There will be times when Gavin will feel nervous about parenting. He won’t bring such feelings to your attention, but if you pick up on it make sure to shower him with words of encouragement. 

 “You’re a good man, Gavin, and I know you’ll be a great father.” “Starting a family with someone who is as loving and caring as you, I can honestly say I’m lucky.” “Our baby is going to have parents who will love them unconditionally.” “They’ll love you just as much as I do.” “Just think, all the other parents will be so jealous over how amazing our kid will be. They’ll have your looks and sense of duty and my...well....everything else!”

If you’re not already married, at some point he’ll ask you to marry him, but will assure you that you being pregnant isn’t the reason he’s asking. This has been something he’s been thinking about for a while now. Your pregnancy just pushes him to actually take the step. 

He probably already had a ring picked out way before all of this. 

And don’t worry, he’s not just going to ask all casual-like. He’ll put a lot of thought into how and when to ask you. Who knows, maybe your little bundle of joy will be present by the time the wedding actually happens. 

The weeks leading up to your due date his job has been very accommodating, giving him work that doesn’t require him to be too far from you and is mostly him directing his subordinates from a safe distance (as per your request). 

Labor

When your water breaks you’re in the car with your prepacked hospital bag and make it to the hospital in record time.

Gavin is a nervous wreck, but he doesn’t let it show. This isn’t about him. This is about you and this new life you were about to bring into the world.

Of course he’ll be with you the whole time. The whole twelve to thirteen hours you spend in labor he doesn’t move an inch unless its to give the doctor space. 

Gavin wants to see it all and be of help to you in anyway possible. If the doctor asked him to deliver the baby he’d do it in a heartbeat.

When its time, Gavin is all in and does his best to provide you comfort in anyway he can. 

Seeing you cry and breathing heavily as the doctor instructs you to push and not being able to take the pain away is hard for him. 

All he can do is hold your hand, every so often kissing the back of it and giving you words of encouragement. 

“You’re doing great, beautiful.” “Breathe. Just like that.” “I know...just keep breathing and push, okay?” 

You can curse him out if you want or squeeze his hand reducing it to nothing but a compressed remnant of what use to be; he doesn’t care. Use him to relieve you of the pain. 

By the end of it all, Gavin is in complete awe. 

From the way you look up at him with tears streaming down your face completely drenched in sweat to the sounds of the crying child as the nurses remove the excess fluids to you holding them in your arms, Gavin’s heart is full. 

He can feel his eyes burn with tears threatening to fall at the sight of the love of his life and baby. The mother and child. His family. 

And when he gets to hold the baby, Gavin is shaking with nerves, but not enough to disturb the child laying peacefully in his arms.

The baby will look up at Gavin with eyes that mimic their father’s golden ones before they slowly drift to sleep.

“They feel safe with you.” You’ll say tiredly as the nurses tend to you. “How can you tell?” 

“Because being in your arms is the safest place in the world.”

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Been sitting on this bad boy for a while now! Hope you all enjoyed the read and if you want more MLQC stuff make sure to check out my masterpost! 

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Gallavich Week Day 5: Fix-It / Rewrite

Right, so fix-its aren’t so much my jam, but there is this one weird, weird, weird thing that I’ve (so far) been unable to meta into any sort of sense. Namely, Mickey looking like that in season 11 while apparently not working out. It’s just… uh… he… what? At one point I hypothesized that he’s been bitten by a radioactive spider or the like, leaving him magically super buff, and to be honest, that’s still the most reasonable explanation I can think of, soooo…

Today I'm back at my nonsense to bring you, everyone and especially our dear @gallavichthings, 2,711 Very Serious words about Mickey being a secret superhero. Well. Except for the hero bit.

Read it below or on AO3.

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In Which Mickey Milkovich Does Not Save the World

Afterwards, he would always refer to it as the radioactive motherfucker bug from hell, but the truth is that Mickey never saw the thing that got him.

He was going about his business (namely poking around the Gallagher basement for any forgotten shit he could sell for beer money now that all the cash from the wedding had been surreptitiously replaced with I.O.U:s) when he felt a sudden, sharp pain just above his ankle. Cursing up a storm, he desperately waved his foot around and lost his balance and stumbled straight into one of the many piles of boxes that littered the basement. By the time he was back on his feet whatever creature that had dug its nasty little teeth/pincers/claws into his tender flesh had scurried off, leaving Mickey with a throbbing ache and a halfway impressive puncture wound on his left leg.

Muttering darkly about fucking Gallaghers being so used Frank they didn’t know how to keep goddamned monster vermin out of their shitty house Mickey limped up the stairs to pour some Jamison on the wound, and then pour some down his throat because he had the bottle out already so he might as well. He borrowed one of Franny’s colourful pirate-patterned band-aids, and when his nosy as fuck ex-EMT of a husband asked about it later that evening Mickey said he’d dropped a can on his foot, it’s just a scratch, man, no you don’t need to take a look at it, just put your fingers back in my ass, please.

Mickey didn’t make a habit of lying to Ian, but he figured that telling the truth would lead to all sorts of questions about why he was in the basement and having to come up with plausible explanation for that when he should just be focusing on getting railed wasn’t part of his plans for the evening. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to Ian, who’d been getting so worked up over money lately, to distract him with that sort of unimportant stuff while they were banging. Mickey was a considerate spouse.

Thankfully, Ian dropped the subject and proceeded to do his husbandly duty. Mickey went to sleep deeply satisfied.

He was almost as satisfied the next morning when he woke up to realize that the pain in his leg was gone, as were all traces of the wound itself. Mickey had always healed pretty fast, but this was quick enough to have him questioning whether or not he’d really been bitten/stung/whatever at all. Maybe he’d had more beers than he thought and imagined the whole thing… ?

It didn’t really matter, and if that had been the whole of it Mickey was likely to soon have forgotten all about the radioactive motherfucker bug from hell. However, in the next few weeks he started noticing stuff, weird stuff. For instance, it wasn’t just the (possibly imagined) bite/sting that healed far more quickly than normal; it was all the little cuts and scrapes he tended to acquire. A big bruise from running into the table while playing with Franny; faded to nothing the next morning. A cut from the razor; gone within the hour. For the first time he could remember, Mickey looked at his naked body in the mirror and saw not one single wound (though there were still scars aplenty). It wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but it was weird.

Then there was that thing with his muscles. Mickey had been in decent shape for most of his life and whenever he got locked up for extended periods of time he made a habit of hitting the gym on the regular. Really wasn’t much else to do in the joint, and having a decent bulk reminded the other inmates that you weren’t someone they could push around; letting people know that you could beat the shit out of them often meant you didn’t have to actually do it, which saved everyone a lot of time and energy and trips to the prison quack. But on the outside, exercise wasn’t very high on Mickey’s list of priorities, meaning he tended to slim down a bit after a while in freedom.

Not now, though. Almost a year after being out of prison, and he was still as built as ever; if anything he seemed to be developing more muscles, in spite rarely engaging in anything more taxing than vigorous fucking. (Okay, so there was a lot of vigorous fucking, but still. If anyone ought to be building their biceps from the sex they were having, it should be Ian.)

Mickey didn’t mind being inexplicably ripped, though. He felt great, looked great – and Ian seemed to be pretty into it, too. Then again, Ian seemed to be pretty into Mickey whether he wore dirty clothes, sported a beard, sported a dress, or hadn’t showered in a week, so maybe that wasn’t saying a lot.

But even given all that, maybe Mickey still wouldn’t have thought too much about it (he was, after all, very busy being on his honeymoon, which required lots of determined sleep-ins, dedicated beer-drinking, and – obviously – lots and lots of banging) if there hadn’t one day come a knock on the front door. At first he ignored itm in the hopes that someone else would get it, but when it became apparent that a, he was alone in the house, and b, whoever was at the door wasn’t giving up anytime soon, he grabbed the family baseball bat (even big soft ass Larry would react to Mickey opening the door with an extremely illegal gun in hand) and went to answer the insistent knocking.

Outside stood two women, looking an unsettling mix of sober and apprehensive and eager. One of them reminded him vaguely of Angie Zago; the other was taller and darker and quite possibly brooding.

“Can I help you?” he demanded, not quite as rudely as he might have. He didn’t think they were social workers, but one never knew; they’d been checking up on Debbie and Franny ever since Debbie pleaded guilty to statutory rape.

“Mr. Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich?” Not-Angie inquired in a polite sort of tremble. 

“Who’s asking?” Mickey demanded, feeling a little thrown by the use of his full name. The only people who pulled that out was law enforcement, and neither of these ladies had that feel about them. Especially since they seemed to be… excited to meet him, which wasn’t a reaction Mickey was used to getting. Particularly not from ladies looking like they ought to be out collecting for the fucking Red Cross.

They better not be asking for donations for the Red Cross.

“I’m Tania and this is Dreamweaver,” Not-Angie said. “Can we come in? It’s really best if we talk in private.”

Mickey didn’t move. “Dreamweaver? You kick your mama too many times in the kidneys before you were born or something?”

The women glanced uncertainly at each other. “Mr. Milkovich,” the one improbably called Dreamweaver began, but Mickey cut her off:

“You with the police?”

They quickly shook their heads. “No, we— “

“You here to give me money?”

“No, you see, it’s— “

“Okay, thank you, bye.” But as he moved to close the door, Tania – displaying more spunk than he’d have given her credit for – took a step forward and blocked the entrance.

“Have you been experiencing any strange body phenomena lately, Mr. Milkovich?” she blurted. “Wounds healing very quickly, perhaps, or increased muscle mass?”

Mickey stilled, eyes darting between the two women. Small, small smiles on their faces now, as if they knew they had him. There was a hint of hunger to those smiles, making Mickey feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable. The urge to push Tania back and slam the door shut was strong, but…

“Fine,” he said at long last. “Come on in.”

They better not be fucking cannibals either.

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They called themselves The Guardians, and they wanted him to save the world.

Mickey asked what numbers they were talking and, after getting bored of their uncomprehending stares, clarified: “How much is it gonna pay? What’s my cut?”

Dreamweaver frowned. “You mean… money? As in a… salary?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s my salary?”

“Mr. Milkovich, saving the world is a higher calling and a duty, it’s not something that– “

“Uh-huh. So, just to be clear, you’re not gonna pay me?”

They weren’t. Mickey laughed in their faces, stood from the couch, and told them bye and good luck with that and don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.

They reasoned with him. They pleaded. They explained, again and again, that after the evil society USCH destroyed The Guardian’s headquarters in a devastating attack, the two of them–and Mickey–was the only thing standing between the world and utter destruction. Surely, he must understand that it was nothing less than Fate that had brought the one remaining Bestower Bot into the Gallagher basement and his path? Admittedly, injecting Mickey with the bio enhancer might have been the result of a malfunction – Tania and Dreamweaver had found the bot dead down the street a couple of nights ago – but didn’t he see that he had been called to serve as a warrior in the fight against evil?

“Yeah, no thanks,” Mickey told them, and then he picked up the bat and waved it around until they took the hint and left.

When Ian returned home a few hours later, Mickey carefully didn’t mention the curious visit or any of what Tania and Dreamweaver had told him. Ian was pretty into saving people and had all these lame ideas about service and honor, and Mickey found it more likely than not that his husband would both be upset that Mickey, rather than Ian himself, had been called as a warrior (it’d be Lip and West Point all over again, Mickey just knew it), and demand that Mickey answer the call and run off like some loon to get himself killed by evil technomancers.

Mickey didn’t particularly feel like dying and he didn’t like the idea of hurting his husband’s feelings either, so he kept his mouth shut and skillfully derailed all of Ian’s attempts at asking about his day by giving him a blow job, teasing him about being a grunt, and allowing himself to be wrestled to the floor when Ian decided he’d had enough of teasing. It was a good evening.

As he lay in bed that night, back against Ian’s chest and with those strong arms wrapped around him, Mickey wondered if it would be worth risking Ian’s reaction by going public. Okay, Tania and Dreamweaver had mentioned how he’d probably gotten a pretty small dose of the bio-whatever-the-fuck, lending him nothing more exciting than enduring muscle mass and enhanced healing, but that should probably be enough to turn him into a cut above the rest, right? He could hire himself out to the highest bidder and make a fortune doing private security or collections or stuff like that. Fuck, he’d even consider taking on jobs for The Guardians, if they just agreed to pay him.

It was a fun thought to play with, but in the end a long life in the shadows made Mickey wary of putting himself out there like that. Besides, he’d seen enough movies to know that it’d probably wouldn’t be long before he mysteriously disappeared to some secret government facility to be experimented on. He’d had enough of the state’s hospitality to last him a lifetime, so thanks, but no fucking thanks.

And that could have been it. Should have been it, but of course Tania and Dreamweaver wouldn’t leave well enough alone. They started showing up at the Gallagher house at all hours, whenever they knew they could get Mickey alone. They accosted him on the way to the Alibi, they sat down next to him on the L, and they left him pictures of puppies with little notes saying stuff like “Only YOU can SAVE him from BURNING. Have a HEART”.

It was exhausting. Fearing the retribution of the cartel hadn’t anything on fearing seeing Tania and Dreamweaver’s disappointed-yet-still-somehow-hopeful-and-terribly-determined faces appear in a crowd, or round a corner, or on the porch when he went out for his evening smoke.

Mickey began to lose sleep. He’d spend the nights tossing and turning, which led to him staying in bed half the day to catch up on much needed rest, and he was often so tired he couldn’t bring himself to put on proper clothes or go outside the door the whole day. 

Ian was on his ass about getting a job; he didn’t get that Mickey had a job, and that job was not getting lured into sacrificing his life for the greater good. If Ian didn’t like the prospects of being a prison widow, how offensive wouldn’t he find the prospect of being an actual widower, after his husband got blown to bits by some big bad villain?

It got to the point of Ian initiating a sex strike to force Mickey to get “a real job”, which struck Mickey as really fucking unfair, considering how all he was trying to do was make sure Ian even had a husband to refuse to fuck.

Enough was enough. Something had to be done. Fortunately for Mickey – and unfortunately for Tania and Dreamweaver – Mickey had a guy for everything. As annoying as The Guardians were, Mickey didn’t have the heart to see them killed, but he figured that having them kidnapped and shipped off to some sweatshop on the other side of the world would serve the same purpose. He felt a little bad about it, sure, but he had given them plenty of chances to fuck off. Not his fault they couldn’t respect a fucking boundary.

Mickey called Johnny, told him the score, and a few night later Johnny called Mickey to tell him it was done.

It was done. Over. Mickey would finally be able go about his life in peace again, giving all his attention to his husband and doing his outmost to make him the happiest man alive every single day, even when Ian was annoying as hell and started asking pointless fucking questions about how Mickey was in such great shape even though he never did as much as one single curl up.

I see. So… you’re telling me that you have secret superpowers.

Yeah. Except, not actually secret anymore. ‘Cause, you know, you told me we shouldn’t have secrets.

… yeah, that was three months ago.

Guess it must have slipped my mind, huh.

Must have. But let me get this straight: you couldn’t get a real job because you were busy dodging secret agents, and your muscles are the result of you getting bitten by some magic robot—

Radioactive motherfucker bug from hell.

—and not you sneaking down to the basement to do weights and cardio almost every day?

… oh.

Yeah, oh. Carl told me about it, asshole. He noticed you using some of the stuff down there. Don’t get why you’d wanna keep that a secret though?

…

Mick. We have to be honest with each other, remember?

Jesus Christ, I don’t know, okay? I don’t know.

Okay.

Guess the first time was back when you had that dip a couple of months after the wedding. Few times after that, if we had a fight or whatever and I needed to let off some steam. Then you started working and sometimes I got bored watching TV all day but you were all mopey about your shitty job and me not having any and you have this thing about your body—

I don’t have a thing about my body.

­—so I didn’t really wanna rub your face in me having all that time to work out when you could barely squeeze in dozen push-ups in the evening. And I guess I didn’t really want anyone to know that I… cared, or whatever.

Cared? About what? Being healthy? Looking good? Being strong?

Whatever, man, I told I don’t fucking know. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, ‘cause it was a radioactive motherfucker bug from hell that did it.

Of course it was. Come here. Show me what that bio enhanced body of yours can do.

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Ahahahahahaha, would you look at that. I tried to meta it anyway. 😭😭😭

You might reasonably ask about Mickey’s visit to Kev Fit – how does that fit? WELL, I rather imagine that whatever Mickey does in that basement is enough to keep him fit but still not SUPER hardcore? So when he starts worrying about Ian thinking him weaker than, he decides to take it up a notch and do it properly in a real(ish) gym? And his comment about “not remembering how much working out sucks” is part of the whole “not wanting anyone to know this is something I care to do on the regular”… Yeah, it’s pretty weak. All in all, I’d say the radioactive motherfucker bug from hell is still our best bet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is probably the last time I have one of them tell the other a story this week, but I make no promises. These little ficlets don’t tend to go as planned. (Ha! She said, as if there was a plan to begin with. Oh, well. I guess it’s working out so far.)

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[OM!] Angel!AU Demon Brother as Your Guardian Angel

Scenario: Residing as angels in the Celestial Realm, the brothers have been assigned to watch over you to guide and protect you. How they do so is up to their discretion. (And if they fall in love with you, well...)

Note: gender neutral headcanons; if i had to choose a timeline, satan exists but belphie doesnt hate humans yet and lilith is alive 🤪, the boys retained their personalities that we all know and love -- it really just be them with guardian angel duties--- bonus angel is Lilith ;)

inspiration from [link] and their other angel!au videos (they’re all adults in this post btw) and [link] (yes just this post; apparently my guardian angel Lucifer is in awe of me... for being dumb as FUCK--)

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Lucifer

a little affronted he has to take time to look after a human as a seraph but doesn't vocalize it as much since it's direct orders from his father

isn't one to directly intervene in your life much because he doesn't see the need to nor does he want to; a little haughty ngl about being an angel and you being a human

there is no guideline to being a guardian angel and making sure you don’t die before your time is his Main Priority 

he's not going to stop you from eating a whole family sized Dorito bag by yourself or from staying awake till 4am-- those bad decisions are on YOU

finds a little pleasure from seeing the consequences of your actions for a while, but eventually just judges you for everything you do

"why aren't you studying? isn't the midterm tomorrow?"

"when was the last time this human ate?"

"why are you dating that person?"

grumbles over you and your life choices, but is now just actually concerned and hoping you'll be able to make better choices for your own health and happiness; he is now officially Invested as Guardian Angel, don’t you dare laugh at him Michael

if he does utilize his powers to influence you, it comes in subtle hints-- the wind blowing in your hair so you look a certain direction, a sudden bright light to wake you up so you sleep properly in a bed and not a desk... maybe appearing in your room for just a moment to place a blanket over your shoulders

realizes he has… feelings when you perform a good deed or grow as a person and he feels immensely proud and happy for you; has to really keep himself in check to not intervene in your life in more menial, though still helpful, ways

humbled by your growth and change as you become a better person

finally reveals himself to you (by accident) when he has to physically come and save you from danger and then proceeds to yell at you in anger (read: worry) about safety and doesn’t leave your side

Mammon

similarly to Lucifer, grumbles about having to take time to babysit a human but quickly becomes invested in your life at record speed (typical Mammon)

unnecessarily and excessively worried at times even for things that isn't actually putting you in danger

"WHAT THE HELL HUMAN, LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE YOU CROSS THE STREET--"

"NO NO NO, BRING YOUR PEPPER SPRAY WITH YOU! I don't care if you’re just walking to the adjacent apartment, BRING IT!"

eventually just ends up storming down to the human realm and """attempts""" to be subtle

if you placed the spray on the table, you turn and it's in your bag again. weird.

pretty sure you could have done a pretty good paranormal activity video with the weird stuff happening in your life when mammon is not-so-secretly intervening in your life

attempts do not last long because mammon's patience grows thin and he suddenly pops into your life and demand you be more careful

probably meets you by slapping your hand away from buying another random but expensive plushie even though you can barely afford it and you just stare at him like he's crazy as he explains that he's your guardian angel

'My Guardian Angel as My Roommate' becomes the title of your life or alternatively 'My Guardian Angel and I are Both Idiots'

the genre of your life is now officially a rom com

his main excuse for being constantly at your side (and it's NOT because he likes you a lot) is "how else am I gonna be prepared to protect you from anything that wants to hurt you?? you would have died 1000x over without me" which is a lie but it's okay he pays rent

hold his hand and tell him it’s so you don’t get lost and he’ll blush but never let go of your hand

Leviathan

life is a simulation

or rather, your life is

once he gets assigned to you, he observes you for a while-- and it looked like he was going to leave you be for the most part, when one Bad Choice has him popping up right in front of you

he slaps away the tub of ice cream you were gonna binge eat

"human, stop eating that crap! your stats are gonna suffer!!!"

super insistent in telling you to do something that good for you and is pretty stubborn when it comes to decisions that benefit your health and career

"noob, hurry up and level up your intelligence or you're gonna fail your exams"

"is life a game to you"

"yes, and you are losing. but have no fear, I am your walkthrough."

joking aside, Levi is pretty supportive of you, in the way Belphie is to his human-- he just words things in gaming terms like stats, energy, leveling up, exp

did not expect to get gratitude from this gig, but when you express your true appreciation for his care, he doesn't know what to do (starts crying maybe?)

his advice starts veering away from just lifestyle and health but to more human aspects; he offers a listening ear and supportive compliments whenever needed

because it turns out he cares for you a whole lot more than if this was really all just a game to him and ends up caring about your general happiness and is more considerate about your feelings

Finds himself being super casual with you and talking about your favorite show and has to catch himself from speaking so quickly-- can’t have the human thinking he… adores you

Satan

has no qualms with coming to the human realm to watch over you, but is fine with not immediately being a part of your life or intervening as much as Mammon or Belphie

ironically, as a man who was originally never born as an angel, he does his duties in a manner most befitting manner of one

subtly inserts himself into small parts of your life, persisting off small interactions

he's the guy at the counter when you needed to find a book, he's the one who picks up your hydroflask and returns it to the lost and found, he's the one telling you your backpack is open before anything spills out

he doesn't know but you jokingly dub him your guardian angel, even if you don't know who he actually is but never have the courage to speak up-- also mainly because he flits in and out of your life so fast you don’t even have the chance to say “oh, by the way, what’s your name?”

Satan is content with how he is more of a passing moment in your life, so this way you can still live your life the way you want it without much interference from an outside source because he respects your choices and the concept of free will that all humans have

truly believes that the best course of action and his duty as your guardian angel is to see you live your life the way you want to-- and if can help out a little or give you a little nudge in the right way, then that’s fine by him

Prefers to be on the sidelines and watch you become your own person and-- well, it’s a bit hard not getting attached to you when he sees you trip over yourself over someone you like or help someone out with their books when they dropped them

eventually does have to step in in a more meaningful way when you accidentally endanger yourself and he wards it off or catches you before you hurt yourself

at that point it was hard to pretend not being a part of your life when he's helped you so often-- and the fact that you're infatuated with him and asked him out

(he probably doesn't even realize how suave and prince charming he looks lmao)

Asmodeus

chooses to watch over you from above more but doesn't mind just popping down to the human realm just to have some fun at the same event you're in

lives through all your moments with you; laughs when you laugh and cries when you cry and  genuinely enjoys seeing you go through life, living and learning

generally leaves you to your own devices unless there's something really pressing

utterly cannot stop himself from intervening if you have doubts about yourself or if you struggle with self-love

loves appearing in dreams to dish out advice and tell you to love yourself, forgive yourself more, and to seek happiness because you deserve it

you don't remember the dreams exactly, but you do remember the sentiment within it and sometimes the fuzzy image of a beautiful angel you aren't sure you've seen irl but you chalk it up to seeing the face of strangers you’ve seen (which is... technically true)

dreams are his main way of communicating with you, and he also just thinks the mystery and anonymity is kinda exciting-- but sometimes he just spends a lot of your dreams just talking to you and getting to know you more intimately and seeing things from your perspective

sometimes enjoys being in your lucid dreams when you’re pretty aware and you go on some really whacky dream-induced adventure

loves you like no other and truly wishes the best for you

accidentally reveals himself to you during a party where you meet face to face

"I've feel like I've seen you before…"

"Haha, well that's because I've been in your dreams! They were pretty pleasant weren't they?"

you think he’s kidding for a long time-- and honestly he’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s your Guardian Angel, considering he tells you all the time “Honey, I’m you’re Guardian Angel” or “Of course I’m here for you! I’m your Guardian Angel!” 

but the way he says it makes it feel like that’s just a nickname, not an official TITLE

floored when you actually see his WINGS and turns out you’ve been in love with an actually angel this entire time

Beelzebub

similar to Asmo and Satan, he doesn't really feel the need to insert himself into your life

instead, he's wherever you are… but in the background, eating at a table in a far corner or walking casually across the street from where you are

very inconspicuous and surprisingly good at keeping a distance, whether he intends to or not

he just looks very natural doing whatever he is doing at any time, but often accidentally ends up in the background of a photo or selfie without people noticing

as your Guardian Angel, he watches over you by stopping anyone with ill intent from approaching you... like the obvious ones like mugging and stuff; he wishes he could protect you from bad people too but he respectfully keeps his distance and allows you to make mistakes and grow from it

it infuriates him when people take advantage of your kindness

(though if the person that hurt you emotionally meets Beel in an alley...)

is very taken aback when YOU are the one approaching HIM asking for the time or if you could grab something on the high shelf for you

actually pretty flustered when you do interact with him because he was distracted doing other stuff he never expected you to notice him

Beel is the definition of a Guardian Angel-- a sentinel, standing on guard to protect you from danger and physical harm-- and he does exactly that when the time comes

most likely to save you from something dramatic like a car incoming or a fight

doesn't really understand why you trust him so easily or so wholeheartedly even after he saved you because he thought he would look intimidating

(he did, until you asked him for the time and he spoke with his mouth full of burgers or stammered out a 'you're welcome' when you smiled at him at the library)

Beel doesn't know until much later that he's dubbed as your gentle giant

Belphegor

like some of the others, doesn't like to influence your choices as much-- not because of free will or anything like that, but because he likes humans because of who they are and what they do

(and also he’s too lazy to be hovering around you trying to control your every move anyhow)

and man are humans, especially you, interesting

why is that human drinking from that person's navel? no clue but it looks fun

why is that human consuming whipped cheese with waffles? no idea, but he wouldn't get this much free entertainment without it

has no problems integrating himself into your life as your friend or roommate just to watch everything unfold in person and to tease you for your mildly questionable decisions in life

“Belphie, why didn’t you stop me from eating that last bowl of cereal?”

“Eh, I thought it would be kind of funny.”

isn't one to go out of his way to do something to influence you, but he does encourage you to do the things you want to do, whether they be good or mildly questionable ones-- but especially the fun ones like joining a new club or going to town to have fun (which you do drag him along to every time)

does steer you away from making Bad Decisions like murder or whatever, but he thinks most choices are pretty neutral and does help you process the consequences, both good and bad, of what happened

so he's integrated himself as your friend, offers advice and supports your decisions no matter what, and subtly looks out for you… and he's surprised when one day you confess to him that you like him???

this was NOT part of the plan but he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't end up falling for you too after seeing all sides of you and watching you grow as a person

Lilith

watches more from afar, because as much as she loves humans like Belphie, she is a little shy about meeting you

curiosity does triumph over shyness eventually, and she does surveillance distantly like Beel before winding up being directly in your life like Belphie (siblings am i right)

her brothers would keep trying to give her input on how she should interact with you or guide you but she brushes them away with a huff because she thinks she's doing a fine job thank you very much!

or so she's pretty sure, considering you're hanging out with her, seriously listening to her advice, buying her gifts... cuddling in bed with her if you’re attracted to her

if you do like her and want to date her, she has to be ready to somehow defend you from the only danger in your life, which turns out to be her brothers

if not, you two live happy lives as the best of friends, though the brothers can never be too careful with their darling sister

likes updating about your life to her brothers and they're lowkey jealous

doesn’t actually have to reveal herself as an angel unless you somehow find out... or because Mammon and Lucifer come down and threatens bodily harm if you hurt Lilith (wait, who’s watching over who now??)

hold up this is setting up for exactly what happens in the canon storyline

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A LOT OF SAND AND WAVES ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: none. Yesterday I went to the beach with my family and that fluffy idea came to me like a flash light. Thanks to everyone who help me to decide!

Word count: about 3.1k

Warnings: none. Just a bunch of fluff.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

Masterlist.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, what’s up, Leti?”

“Are you working?”

“Yeah, till four, why?”

“Don’ ask me how I did it, but I convinced the guys to go tomorrow to the beach. In San Diego”.

“Sounds good, but I’m not sure if I could go. I have a surgery waiting, and you know…”

“Yeah, your hands. Is it too long?”

“Maybe six or seven hours, not sure”.

“C'mon, mami! You said you don't work until next Thursday!”

Gilly's shouts make you laugh rubbing your eyes.

“Okay I'll try, I'll try. I promise”.

“We will go to Mission Bay. So if you want, we see you there!”

Hanging up the call and giving a last sip to your coffee, you throw the empty paper cup to the bin. Checking the hour on your phone, you know that it's going to be a long, long night. But the idea of spending some time with Bishops makes you tickle in your stomach. Coco introduced you to the crew almost a year ago, like a friend, and he stole your attention. At the first party you joined them, you were almost the whole dawn with him. Dancing, drinking, talking. He was more interesting and funny than you could think, and maybe you felt somekind of connection that you never felt before. So, yes. You would like to go with them, but you have to wait till waking up tomorrow to find out if your hands can handle a four hours trip driving.

“Good morning, bella durmiente! How was the surgery?”.

“Hm… my hands are fucked”.

“So, it went well, we have to celebrate it”.

“Yeah, but… not sure if I can drive to San Diego”.

“Oh, c'mon, please… We're gonna stay here by night too. Coming back tomorrow, take a bus! I'm sure Bishop would b—”.

“Stop!” You say laughing loud to your phone over the bed, while you do some exercise with all your fingers to bring back some mobility.

“(Y/N), you know that it's an amazing opp— Angel already bought you a ticket. In one hour. Sending you by email, bye!”

Before you can complain about it, she has already hung up the call. You end up serving some coffee in a termo, before picking up your towel and some clean clothes, besides an external battery and some hygienic stuff. Bandaging your hands, over a thin layer of cortisone cream, you're ready to walk to the bus station of Santo Padre, ten minutes away from your house. At least, you have three hours of trip to rest a little more, falling asleep as soon as you sit down on your seat. So the next time you open your eyes, you're already in San Diego. Waiting for the other passengers to get out, closing and opening your hands once and again, you step out then. Carrying your bag in your right shoulder and your phone in the left hand, you wear the pair of sunglasses looking for Bishop.

“Eh, boxer”.

His hoarse voice calls your attention, finding him next to the entrance, resting against his motorbike. You can't help but draw a soft and tired smile on your lips, leading your steps towards him, raising both hands on air to show the man your cool white bandages with black stripes. The mexican receives you into his arms in a gentle and dearly hug, surrounding your lower back and your neck for some long seconds.

“The guys are waiting for us to have lunch”.

“Cool… Last time I ate was nine and it was dark”. You just say placing well on your bag, before setting on the helmet.

The drive doesn't take you more than ten minutes, grabbed to Bishop's abdomen and with your chin over his shoulder. You can see him smiling like a fool, knowing that he's delighted that you're going to join them. But mostly, because you are with him. The warm and soft breeze of San Diego makes you close your eyes, fully relaxed, focusing on the smell that floods your lungs, mixing the salty ocean's and Bishop's scent. Your arms surround his body somewhat tight, feeling one of his hands caressing your right thigh with his huge hands placed on and his thumb making the honors over your skin, bristling it without mercy. But much to your regret, the engine stops some short minutes before, standing up from the bike when you're able to do it.

“Give me your bag, querida. I'm going to be your nurse today”. He says, after keeping the helmet you used with the other.

“Qué caballeroso…” (What a gentleman). You tease him, as if normally he isn't.

“Just earning a beach-quickl—”.

“Fuck, Bishop!” You laugh, hitting his shoulder, regretting it immediately when a lash of pain crosses your palm.

“That's called karma”. He says walking backwards to the entrance, pointing you with a finger. “The women are always asking for men's sincerity, and when we give you… You're too violent to be this small, preciosa”.

“Pendejo”.

“YAY, YOU CAME!” Leti looks surprised, making you twist back your head confused.

“Sounds like if… I had another option”. You purr with your lips, before greeting the guys. “Tell me y—”.

“I did”. Taza just says, seeing you pout at him before hugging you. “I will give you a massage later”.

“Mi angelito de la guarda”. (My guardian angel). You can't help but sigh a little alleviated, knowing that he brought a cream he makes with weed oil, coco water and aloe vera.

Actually, it was a good idea to come to the beach, having so much fun in the lunch by seeing all the men more relaxed than in Santo Padre. Being normal people. A family enjoying two days off from all the problems and the dangers they're sinked in every damn day. Bishop was focused on you the whole time, serving your drink in the glass, cutting your food into pieces so you can have to do any effort (...). Everything under the sideways looks of the others. Sometimes you look like another couple with simple gestures, that both do delighted.

After having full enough your stomachs, the guys lead you to the beach where they left the umbrellas and the towels, placing yours next to Bishop's and sitting there after taking off your clothes, but on your black bikini. Unveiling your hands, you do your best to spread the sunscreen all over your body, until the mexican grabs the bottle from your fingers to sit behind you with a ‘lean forward’ on his lips. Feeling his cold hands because the cream on your back gives you a soft chill, curling your legs against your chest and resting your chin over them. Closing your eyes, focusing all your senses on every move he does, you try not to fall asleep. Starting by your shoulders and pressing your neck with both thumbs, his hands travel down your spine making sure he's helping you to get somewhat less tense, at the same time that puts well on the sunscreen.

When it's ready, he stands up on his feet to grab Taza's cream to help you with your hands. That time, he kneels in front of you, spreading it from your forearms to the tip of your fingers, so carefully and concentrated, that you can't help but look at him with a goofy smile until it's done.

“Thank you”. You just say.

“Anytime, querida”. He whispers, pulling a tuft of your hair behind your right ear, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I need twenty minutes more of sleep, but you can go with the guys to the water, if you want”. Shrugging your shoulders, you let your back fall down to the towel.

“I spend too much time with them, and I haven't seen you a single second for the last four days”. He chuckles lying by your side, straining an arm under your neck to put you closer to him. “Let me enjoy at least twenty minutes”.

His resigned sigh makes you laugh almost in silence, while his free hand gets placed on your back, leaving some ephemeral caresses from top to bottom. And you feel as if you were in paradise. You're practically drinking each other's breathings, with closed eyes and your nose touching Bishop's. Your fingers get tangled slightly in the short hair of the mexican, taking pleasure of the peace that it's surrounding you right now.

“I didn't want you to come”. He mutters from nowhere, not opening his eyes, not opening yours. With a calm tone of voice, a little sleepy.

“Why?”

“You were tired, your hands hurt. You need to rest, (Y/N)”.

“I'm resting now. And I couldn't ask for a better way to do it. I think I'm gonna complain about my hands often, so you will take care of me”.

Bishop chuckles drowsy, shaking his head just for a second.

“Anything else, su majestad?” (Your Majesty).

“A kiss”. Murmuring, you get somewhat comfy under his arms.

You're aware of the same desire to kiss you that he feels for you, as you feel, but on the other hand, you weren't expecting him to really do it. His lips gently press yours, before catching them among his. Traveling down one of your hands to the side of his neck, Bishop holds you closer, keeping a low pace of his mouth enjoying the taste and the touch of yours. Unconsciously and by inertia, your left right surrounds his waist. His fingers touring your thigh slowly, makes your first kiss a little better. Biting softly his lower lip, you steal him a heavy sigh, stretching your skin under his huge hand. He wants you closer, and you too. But for the moment, that's pretty enough.

“You should complain about your hands often”. He mumbles almost touching your lips with every syllable.

“I will”.

Sinking your face into his neck, you're trying to fall asleep focused on his breath, hearing a bunch of steps over the sand coming closer. Some whispers talking about you two, thinking that you're sleeping but you're actually trying not to laugh, feeling how Bishop gets a little tense because of the low comments.

“Don't forget I'm your fucking boss”. Bishop growls, freezing everyone's blood. And you can't help but break into laughter.

“Shit”. Coco soughs hiding behind Angel's back, because the oldest Reyes is the tallest of all.

“Nah, c'mon, Bish. Enjoy your d—”.

Before Angel can finish the sentence, the mexican hits his leg, making him fall down over Coco. A lot of cursing in spanish appears under the umbrellas, getting mixed with the loud laughs that make you sit up on your towel almost drowning. Watching them trying to get up only makes it better.

“Oh, man, I wish I could record it”. Gilly's laughs are over the others, with an arm on Creeper's left shoulder. “Damn, prez, repeat it, please…”

“Stop bothering him”. You say holding the angry man between your arms, before lying again on your towels.

“Pendejos mal paridos…” He barks mumbling.

“Don't listen to them”.

“I'm… going to fuck them up as soon as we retur—”.

“Obispo, stop”. You chuckle, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek.

Finally, you are able to sleep for some minutes, while the guys share some beers playing cards, listening latin music in a low volumen to not continue annoying him. And even if you don't rest for more than twenty or thirty minutes, it's like you have been sleeping for the whole day, because of the comfort you feel under his grip and the caresses in your hair. Opening again your eyes, you raise up your head over his shoulders to find half of the crew on their towels, and the other half playing with a bouncy ball on the shore, just like kids. Taking the advantage that no one is looking, to avoid that they tease you again, you press your lips onto his. Slowly, calmly, with his arms hugging your body tightly as Bishop tucks his tongue in your mouth peacefully looking for yours. You feel some tickles in your stomach when they meet, as he feels more relaxed. El Presidente really is into you. He really has more feelings than he wants to admit, until he knows that you have the same sensation on your chest every time you are close to him. Now, he's seeing it. That maybe you two are having a good opportunity.

And you don't want to stop, drowning a slight gasp against his mouth when it gets a little intense that you expected, forgetting for a second where you are and who is surrounding you. Fucking the especial moment when you hear Coco saying that the hotel rooms are already booked, and that you can ocuppy yours whenever you want. Bishop is about to get up, when you stop him by a hand on his chest. You're going to take care of it this time. Shaking the sand on your body, you wear his sunglasses, walking towards the crew in the water. Coco is looking at you somewhat confused, while the president calls Taza, Tranq and Riz attention to enjoy the show. And before he can say anything else, or ask about what you are going to do seeing how you open, close and repeat the gesture with your right hand, you hit his temple with your palm. And it hurts a little, but the laugh is worth everything.

“Yo! Mami! What was that?!” He complains offended.

“A wave”. You just say, provoking that every laughter of your friends gets louder.

“Mami…” He pouts at you, rubbing that side of his face.

“Do you want a tsunami?”

He doesn't answer, while Leti starts to cough in tears.

“I imagined”. You add then, narrowing your eyes under the aviator sunglasses.

Coming back to the umbrellas, the eldest members clap at you while making them a feigned reverence.

After having a deserved shower in the room you're going to share with Gabriela and Leti, you fall down over the bed waiting for them to get ready for some party time after dinner. And while they choose dresses, more makeup that you have never put on and high heels, you choose some comfy shorts, a white body with bare back and your sneakers. Of course, you're not in that mood after four horrible nights working. Before leaving the hotel, you apply a few more cream on your hands, feeling so much better and using clean bandages to cover them. Meeting the guys at the hall, you go out to find a place to have some dinner, ending up in the same restaurant you have been at noon. The food is pretty good, so you go to the secure one. But this time is a little different since then.

You can't avoid having your right hand on Bishop's nape, caressing his scalp while the table talks about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and enjoying. Urging you to put your right leg over his left, hanging from it, he caresses your thigh a little assorted as if it was something normal, and natural on him. But it's not, and that makes that gesture more special. You couldn't ask for anything better, until he kisses your cheek without expecting to place his free arm over your shoulders, without caring about if Coco or Angel dares to make another of their occurrences. You two are very sure that you made them understand to not fuck up with Bishop in front of you, even if you find it funny.

Outside of the restaurant, after having a revitalizing dinner, the crew begin to propose different plans. But the mere fact of thinking in a crowded place, with loud music and a mix of smells, makes you yawn inevitably. Leti is killing you with her gaze.

“Yo! Bitch, don' you dare to tell me that you're goen' to sleep”.

“I did—”. Trying to excuse yourself, Bishop interrupts you.

“She doesn't. But I am an old man who needs his eight hours of sleep”.

“Then, good night, mummy”. She's about to take you off from his arms, while he turns around to give her his back.

“I need a nurse to take care of my disabilities”.

“C'mon, Bish! You've been hoarding her the whole day! And I invited her, not you!” She frowns while you laugh. “I hope at least you make her cum…”

“Leticia!” You shout, while Coco palms her nape.

“Mummies don' cum, you dumbass, they just… lie do—”.

“Angel, I swear I am going to break your legs next time”.

“Whatever, Tutankhamun. Enjoy your night”. Your friend rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“We can come back next week, when I have holidays”. You say palming her forehead, making her laugh before leaving back to the hotel.

And you just get separated in it enough time to clean your teeth and grab the charger for your phone, going to his room after that. You're not nervous, but a little excited of having some time alone. Finally. Not to do anything specifically, but to enjoy him being de-stressed. While he's in the bathroom, you take off your clothes to wear the shirt he has left for you on the mattress. Smells like him and that it's driving you insane, crawling over the bed to fall close to the pillows, fighting against your tiredness to not fall asleep this soon.

Having your eyes closed, you feel the side next to yours sinking a little, until his strong arms find your body to wrap it against his chest after turning off the lights. Turning under his grip and intertwining your hands and your legs, Bishop rests his cheek on yours, being able to see part of the pacific ocean from the window in front of your eyes. It's magic. Pure magic.

“Listen…” He mutters getting somewhat comfy, having a deep breath his nose sinked into your neck. “Maybe I can't promise you a life that a normal man could give you, but I'm going to make it worth every second”.

“Bish”.

“Hm…?”

“Do you love me?”.

“Yes, I do, preciosa”.

“That's everything I need”. Turning just a little, you smirk softly at him. “I don't want a normal life. I want to spend it with you”.

“I hope you never regret these words”.

“I only could regret them because they aren't enough to express how I feel when you're close to me. When you touch me. When you pronounce my name”. Replying that, you lie down again under his grip, leaving a soft kiss on his right forearm. “I love you, Bishop. I couldn't regret it”.

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*twiddles fingers* I was toying with the idea of doing some fanart for tcs because I'm so in love with the au. Did Donald ever give Daisy like a necklace or jewelry of any kind that she'd keep forever? I have this whole sappy scene in my head after they reconnect in their 30's and she still has it/wears it.

OhhhhhhhhHHHHH I always love some good fanart! Donald couldn’t really afford to give Daisy any material gifts when they were together, like jewelry or love letters or stuff like that, but what he DID do, was give her flowers. Lots of flowers. And I’m not talking about store-bought bouquets. Nah nah nah, I’m talking about wild purple lupines in the spring, and Calisota buttercups and poppies. Morning glories and tidy tips and blue-eyed grass he’d find growing on the side of the road, Donald would pick these flowers, make tiny little bouquets tied together with bluestem grass, and give them to her whenever he’d visit. And it was hardly some grand gesture or show of affection. It was simply that he saw something pretty, and thought “Daisy would like this too” and would share his little treasure and bring her a tiny handful, and Daisy thought it was the most romantic thing in the world. So much so that she’d keep a single flower from each bouquet, and press them into one of her diaries, so that she’d always remember the little things. The tiny little moments that meant that absolute world to her. 

And for the first time in a long time, she thinks of the once young duck that used to make her laugh with that crooked grin of his, his blue eyes flashing with something brilliant and electric and heart-catching, and wonders with a fondness that is grown and mature, how he’s doing. 

She kept that diary even long after they had broken up, and sometimes, after a long work trip or day, she’d sit down in her pajamas, put on some old bluegrass song she used to listen to on repeat a forgotten amount of summer nights ago, and flip through the tiny diary from her teen years, and let the memories wash over her. 

She remembers every flower, even if some of their smells or colors have faded away over time, and it does something funny to her heart. Looking at the book now, after almost 15 years after their breakup, doesn’t bring out the same hurt like it used to. When she was 23, and was so sure she was gonna spend the rest of her life with his wild-haired, blue-eyed country duck from the boonies. When she was 23, and so in love, when that same country duck broke her heart and left her devastated and inconsolable for days. 23, and thinking she was never gonna find real love like that again, so she doesn’t even try, as she wipes her eyes and locks up her heart with steel chains and pours her whole self into her work, so that she can forget about all the pain and heartache and misery and how much she truly, truly, loved that little diary filled with pressed flowers and pressed memories.

Well, she’s not 23 anymore. Her heart is still locked up, but the chains are slack and rusted, and the tension in her once stiff shoulders ease when she flips through the pages with the utmost care. She has on more than one occasion thought to burn or throw away the book altogether in her once young and spiteful rage. She’s glad she never went through with it. Losing the memories behind the wild lupines and morning glories would have probably made her sadder than the break up ever did. 

If he’s eating well. Sleeping well. If he talks to his uncle. If he ever made up with his uncle after what happened to Della.

Della. And her boys.

He figured she deserved more than that. It was because he loved her. And because he loved her, he let her go. 

It took many years before Daisy realized why Donald had broken up with her. Too many years, to piece together all the signs behind the impromptu separation, that neither of them wanted. Because of COURSE, Donald didn’t want to break up with her. He was just in love with her as much as she was with him. Daisy was sure of that, despite everything else. She was sure that Donald loved her.

And it was because he loved that he broke up with her.

Her career was taking off. Finishing college with top marks in design and fashion, a job opportunity had sprung up in Paris, her dream city, for a position in marketing and showing off her products. It was a dream come true. A one and a million chance. She knew it was.

And she also knew that she couldn’t take it. Because that would mean leaving Donald. And she couldn’t do that. Not ever. Donald knew it too.

Donald, who was 23 too, and had never gone to college. Donald, who was working two minimum wage jobs, living in a rundown houseboat he could barely afford, and now the sole guardian of three baby ducklings he had no idea how to raise. He was overwhelmed and overtired and way in over his head always.

Daisy had an opportunity to soar above and beyond the stars. Donald saw that, and saw that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not to the stars. Not to Paris. Not with three kids. Not with no money and no education and certainly not with anymore more than what he had on him. Which was only the shirt on his back and the love in his heart. Donald had always thought Daisy deserved the sun and moon and all the stars in the night sky. He couldn’t ever give her anything more than his heart.

And it was so stupid when Daisy had figured it out. He had been so vague about the whole thing. Just made it a dirty breakup, without explaining himself other than they couldn’t be together anymore, that they were through. Made himself seem like the biggest jerk and coward in the world, and Daisy had called him one. Called him a hundred other worse names too. She was so angry, and hurt, and confused, and took it out on him, and he took it silently. Not meeting her eyes. Not even arguing back.

She figured he’d wanted it that way. Figured it might have been easier on her if she took it all out on him, made him the big bad guy, and be able to move on with her life without someone like him in it. 

It took Daisy years to figure out that he was probably hurting much more than she ever did. His heart was breaking long before hers ever would. 

Pulling out one of the pressed nightshades and smelling it, she wonders about him. About the young duck that used to bring her wild spring flowers, and hopes he’s doing well. She hopes that his heart stopped breaking at the thought of her, of them, like hers did. 

And she hopes he’s happy. Happy with the life he created for himself. Happy in the wonderful life he deserves. And she hopes he’s loved, by whoever is in his life right now. Loved for all his worth. Loved as much as she had loved him. He deserved that much. He’s always deserved at the very least, that much.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Miraculous World: New York

(The following review contains spoilers, and if you would like to not be spoiled, I would recommend watching the episode before reading)

(I had to pause a LOT to get through this special)

-Oh s*** Cosmo bug and Astro Noir. That is so cool.

-Okay maybe its my audio, but their voices seem a bit deeper. No big, just something I noticed.

-Okay the yellow flower was cute. Good on you kitty.

- Also, side note. This is very nice animation. Very crisp.

- Marinette is moving on... kinda. Well, she is trying. Its not easy getting over someone you have a thing for. I guess that means Miracle Queen did happen and I will need to suck it up. But.... I am not moving on yet either.

- The puppet show was perfection. And honestly on par with what you would expect from middle school projects. (I almost thought it was the adults showing them and was like WTF)

-BACK THE F***. Madame Bustier is PREGNANT! PREGNANT?! I am so lost? What is the story!? Who is the father! Is she married? Is it artificial insemination! Is it the principal?

-Adrien so moved by Marinette’s outburst of Friendship. Marinette ‘Just a friend’ Dupain-Cheng is going the Tia Gardner method of friendship. Lol

-Marinette ready to fight and Gabriel just like ‘Yea sure whatever’ (Gabriel’s smile murders puppies)

- Kagami trying to cheer adrien up. If you love adrigami, get that juice. (That looked like a kiss kiss, but the angle seemed off, so I am not counting it that way.)

- Kitty Clicker is wonderful. This entire scene is gold.

-  Gorrilla doesnt like planes, poor baby

- Plagg, you are a devious little s***. I love you so much. As a writer, his dialogue on how to convince adrien is so devilish its amazing. Using technicalities to tempt adrien.

-Lukanette shippers get your juice... even if it was still tainted a bit by Adrien inclusion. You still get a kiss.

- Okay, can we appreciate that Adrien is also having the same amount of trouble as Marinette moving on, but also include Guilt into the equation? I love this because you KNOW Chat noir is going to get an ear full later.

-Marinette has totally moved on from Adrien.... Oh my poor sweet little girl. You havent. You havent even a little. This ride is litterally the reverse of Startrain and its amazing. Alya is NOT helping. Also, give the person that drew Marinette’s Daydreams a f***ing raise. They earned it

-Marinette pulling herself OUT of the situation. Now adrien is slightly bummed out. Well i am sure that this is the last awkward experience with Adrien she will have. It isnt like the two of them will get lost in NY together... thats whats gonna happen isnt it?

-Marinette walking past all the couples sleeping together. JULROSE GET YOUR JUICE!!!

-Ah yes, nothing like watching the sunset with your good friend. Yes, you good pal, Adrien. Who is Just a friend. Wow, the realization that Marinette used the word friend in this movie more times then Adrien did in the entire series so far. (Or at the very least close)

- Adrien, STOP! Marinette is trying to move on from you! Stop making it so damn difficult for her. (I am not serious, i am eating this s*** up like Sushi)

-Nino confirms he loves Adrien. ADRINO COME GET YOUR JUICE! But yea, I feel alya and Nino’s pain. So they are going to help them both.

-Adrienette hugs. Yes, good.

-And thank goodness for Techno Pirate! Saving everyone from awkwardness by trying to bring down a plane... thats heading for NY...

-OH SWEET! BATMAN RIP OFF AND Captain Marvel rip off! And their sidekicks, Robin rip off and... Medusa girl? Okay Neat.

-Jokes aside, Majestia and Night Owl are boss as hell.

-Wow, I know that Ladybug and Chat noir got powerups now. But these United Heroes make their powers look so bland in comparison.

-Get rekt France!

-ADRIEN! DONT USE YOUR PHONE ON AN AIRPLANE! Well, unless he is using the in flight wifi, then he good.

-How come New York has a f*** ton of superheroes in this universe? America really gets all the cool stuff regardless of what fictional universe your in.

- Why are the superheroes so keen on watching over Marinette’s class? Do they know? Do they know Marinette and Adrien are there? Or is it like they just want to prevent an international incident. PLEASE LET IT BE THE LATER.

- I have only had Aeon for 15 seconds and I would violently murder anyone who harms her.

-Oh my Sabrina! GET YOURSELF AN AMERICAN BOY! ... And Chloé is going to ruin the fun. Oof tough break roomies.

-The entire class! I cant even! Not even a second after the door closes they out to party on the roof!

-Aeon, “See? They are made for eachother!”

- Damn, now that’s some guitar playing! Plus Her design is boss as heck. America really just has better versions of EVERYTHING.

-American boy basically snuck in to see Sabrina! GET IT GIRL!

-HOTDOG SUPERHERO! WITH MAGIC HOTDOGS!!!!!! BEST NEW YORK EVER!

-Nino and Alya be tag teaming this!

-Wow Zag, you stuffing me full of Adrinette goodness. Gorilla is a beautiful sunflower.

- Marinette and Adrien havent been in the US 24 hours and they already have two shippers of them. Also, what do doors have against them?

-Jess is Shipping it too hard. “Lets put them in danger!”

-Jess is having way too much fun with this.

-Hawkmoth akumatizing an actual Super villain. FINALLY!

- “Wouldn’t you rather have an Atomic Bomb?” I love Techno pirate.

-”Super Heroes should never use their powers for personal gain.”  Hmmm I wonder how this will back fire on everyone involved.

-”OH S*** HE STOLE THEIR CANNONS! BOOM GOES THE CANNONS!”

-Okay, I take back what I said, these heroes need some Miraculous asap.

- Ladybug is 100% justified in being angry with Chat Noir. It is his fault.

-AEON!!!! NO!!!!!!! Okay, guess i have to kill that techno pirate, and Chat noir

-MAJESTIA IS F***ING PISSED! WRECK HIM MAJESTIA!

- Seems they really hammering it in that Chat noir f***ed up. They right though, but at least Ladybug isnt angry enough to agree that Chat noir should give up his miraculous to some rando. FLEEING FROM THE LAW!

-So lucky charm can only fix damage due to specific villains. It cant fix things when the villain is gone or they are out of range. I always knew it had limitations, but damn. Chat noir REALLY screwed the pooch on this one.

-Adrien no! Oh s***! He cant just... I mean.... He can but...

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-Gabriel stole the Eagle! The Kwami of Freedom. The irony is so delicious here.

- So night Owl and Sparrow are both chick with Masculine superhero appearances. Thats actually pretty damn smart, great way to keep people off their identity.

-Welp, i am depressed. Adrien doesnt have Plagg.

-EVEN THE PRESIDENT IS A SUPER HERO! AMAZING!

- So an akumatized person can USE A MIRACULOUS WHILE AKUMATIZED! WHAT THE F*** THATS AWESOME. Also why didnt catalyst do that?

-Gabriel actually getting adrien out of there while before s*** hits the fan. That is actually kind of a decent parenting move. Granted he is going to cause it, but appreciate it.

-Marinette the bike thief is back! And she is an international criminal!

- She tried so hard. Welp I am glad that Marinette is clearly over... actually no. This trip made that clear.

-Liberation, Wow. That is the most American power I have ever seen. I LOVE IT.

- Okay, so I never thought i would say this. maybe there is such a thing as too much freedom? Or at least Freedom that lets you impede on Other people’s freedoms.

- I know what Zag is up to, and it is working. I want a tv series Of Jess and Aeon. They are wonderful.

-So Majestia can casually move the moon. Yea, thats amazing and terrifying! I love her.

-Quantum masking! So there is a glamor effect! I knew it! So Aeon knows who ladybug and Chat noir are.

-DID I F***ING MENTION I WOULD MURDER FOR AEON!

-aeon will never see Tikki or plagg. Thats so sad.

-At least Adrien learned an important lesson.

-Cute LADYNOIR REUNION

-The was clever, using the keychain

- Eagle jess is epic.

-and Majestia can catch missles. Considering she can move the moon. Not surprising.

-OH DAMN, Night owl and Sparrow are LEGACY HEROES! Thats like the Phantom, Or like Jojo.

-That was sweet of Marinette and the class.

-Oh so the guardian of those miraculous came back to claim it.

-But now sounds like the set up for a new series.

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Overall, I did greatly enjoy this movie. Though there were times i wanted to know more, and times I wanted to know less. I know this takes place sometime during season 4, but the exact time is vague. It did tell a really cool story. It felt like a three episode saga combined into one. It was kind of interesting. And damn the drama was higher.

I give it a 7.5/10.

I would rate it up there with my favorite ML episodes.

[firaknight]

Adeleine kittysitting Shiver Star Test Tube Cat

@kirbyofthestars RENA COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!!!!! /lh

~~~{+}~~~

Its a peaceful morning in Cloudy Park. The birds chirped outside, their songs carried on the spring breeze. Past a large village sat a small house, right next to the nearby forest. It’s a quaint little house, a cottage tucked away from the world. The exterior is a soft cream color, warmed by the early morning sun. Underneath a small overhang from the roof sit 2 mechanical beings: a wheelie scooter and an inactive Robobot Armor. Both look to be sleeping soundly and recharging their batteries.

Inside the house sit countless potted plants, all wildly different from one another. In one pot, a mischievous, overgrown clove plant. In another, a silent lotus sits upon the surface of its watery home. All seem to be alive, moving as if they had just woken up from a good nights sleep. From nearby, a creak can be heard as something climbs the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house.

At the end of the upstairs hallway is a large bedroom, messy in nature. Clothes scattered across the floor in a haphazard fashion. A few paint splotches line the carpet, and a few more along the walls. Curiously, there’s also one on the ceiling. How it got there is a mystery. Around the room are more potted plants, most of which look to be fully awake. There’s a closet against the far wall, one of the doors left partway open, a small, Ripple Star fairy sized bedroom crammed inside, just as messy as the bedroom itself.

Against the other wall is a bed, a figure peacefully sleeping away beneath the sheets. The figure is none other than Adeleine, dressed in a lime green nightgown, her face hidden beneath the bedsheets. A window lies above the bed, light streaming down and onto the bed. Surrounding the bed are more potted plants. Some have flowers which begin to close, retreating as morning arrives, while others appear to be just waking up, leaning down over Adeleine to see if she’s awake yet. A small pitter of footsteps breaks the silence. Something hops up onto the bed, patiently waiting for Adeleine to wake up. Adeleine shifts, sleepily mumbling to herself as she wiggles partway out of the covers, still fast asleep. Her hair is matted and scruffy from sleep. She rolls onto her back, and the creature on the bed leans down to see if she’s awake...

*sniff sniff*

“Mrrp?” The creature paws at Adeleines cheek, earning a sleepy groan from her.

“Mmnnghh... 5 more minutes, Ribbon...” Adeleine pathetically swats in the direction of the creature, completely missing it.

*sniff... sniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrrpp?” The creature leans towards Adeleines exposed neck, curious.

*sniff sniff*

Adeleine sleepily giggles and snuggles partway under the covers, much to the creatures dismay. The creature paws at the sheets, pushing them aside with ease as Adeleine wiggles back to her original position. It leans in closer this time, the whiskers on its face brushing against her skin.

*sniff sniff sniff*

“Mmppheheh... stoppit...” Adeleine rolls onto her side, her back to the creature, a dreamy smile on her face. The creature looks visibly annoyed, ears turning back ever so slightly. It doesn’t appear angry in the slightest, merely fed up with the lack of progress it’s made. It licks its paw and cleans its face for a brief moment before stepping forwards, crouching down to reach Adeleine.

*sniff... sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrraaaaow?” A much louder sound escapes the creature, and no response is given. Fed up with the lack of progress, the creature decides to take matters into its own soft little paws, leaning down towards Adeleines exposed neck once again and giving one final warning sniff...

*lick lick lick*

*nuzzle* *rub*

“MmphhHHEEEKK—!!” Adeleine jolts at the sudden coldness and slightly rough feeling against her neck, quickly dissolving into slightly sleepy giggles as the cold and roughness turns to an incredibly soft sensation against a horribly sensitive spot. She squirms, attempting to curl up to protect herself.

“Ohohokay! I-I’m up I’m up Ihihihi’m uhuhuhup!!” She quickly pulls the sheets up, guarding her neck, taking a second to compose herself. She then pulls the covers down slightly and looks right at one of the plants near her bed, giving it a slightly annoyed stare. The plant recoils in a way that says “wasn’t me!” A paw pats her cheek and she rolls over to find a cat sitting just a few inches from her.

“Oh! Test Tube! Were you the one who woke me up?”

“Mrrp!!” Test Tube rubs her face against Adeleines cheek in response, earning some head scritches.

“You little stinker! You could’ve pawed at my face and I would’ve woken up!” Test Tube simply rubs against her again, turning around and climbing into her lap as she sits up.

“Hey, now that I think about it, wasn’t Kirby watching you? How come you’re here and he’s not...” She looked to the closet, which was open.

“Where’s Ribbon? Did she pick you up from Kirbys house or something?” Test Tube’s ears went up and she hopped down onto the floor, standing at the doorway to the bedroom.

“Mrraaow!!!” Adeleine walked over, watching as Test Tube ran around her legs before running downstairs, zipping around the corner towards the living room. Adeleine chuckled, walking downstairs to quite the sight. Test Tube came back over and dropped an envelope at her feet.

“Uh, what’s this?”

“Brrff” Adeleine picked up the envelope, opening it and reading over the contents of the letter inside.

“Adeleine, I’ve been invited to Patchland for a celebration of guardian deities that protect each land. I have to leave early and I won’t be home by the time you wake up. Kirbys coming with, too, and I need someone to watch Test Tube. Since she technically lives here, I thought you could watch her for the day! I’ll be back before bedtime (I hope)! See you soon, Ribbon.” She folded the letter back into the envelope and set it on the small coffee table in the center of the living room.

“Looks like you’re spending the day with me, Test Tube!”

“Mrraaaooww!!!!!!” Test Tube stretched, opening her mouth to yawn. Adeleine could faintly make out the frighteningly sharp fangs in her mouth. That weird eye on her tail opened up briefly, closing as fast as it had opened.

“I keep forgetting you’re a mutant kitty, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” Test Tube merely rubbed against her leg, looking up at her expectantly.

“I bet you’re hungry, huh?”

“Mra-a-a-aaaoww!!” A meow and yawn escaped Test Tube as she stretched again.

“Alright, I’ll give you a snackie, but let me feed the plants first. They’ll get incredibly fussy if I don’t.”

“Mrrp!!!” The two of them walked to the kitchen and Adeleine fished out a pitcher from one of the cabinets, filling it with water.

“Alright everyone, wake up!! I’ve got breakfast!”

~~~{+}~~~

“Test Tube, please stop trying to eat the clove. I don’t know if it’s bad for you or not and I’d rather not take my chances and find out.” The clove plant Adeleine was watering crept down and lifted Test Tube up, setting her down away from its pot. When Adeleine finished watering it, the clove gave her a little pat on the head before retracting to a normal position.

“Ok Test Tube, let’s get you some crunchies.” Test Tube practically shot to the cabinet, watching as Adeleine casually walked over.

“Mrraaoww!!!”

“Meeooww!!! I know!!! It’s time for crunchies!!!” Adeleine opened the cabinet and grabbed the cup inside the crunchy bag, scooping up a cupful and walking over to Test Tubes food bowls, nearly getting tripped by the eager kitty along the way.

“Ok, here you go!” She dumped the contents of the cup into one of the bowls, which had a few crunchies remaining in it already. Test Tube stuck her head in and chowed down without hesitation. Adeleine put the cup back in the bag, closed it up, and put it away, she grabbed a couple teabags, started heating water in her old teakettle, and grabbed herself some breakfast while she waited.

“Brff” Adeleine looked down to find Test Tube once again at her feet, looking up at her expectantly.

“I already gave you crunchies. You don’t get any more until dinner, ok?”

“Mraaaa!!” Adeleine peered over to the near empty bowl of crunchies.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten them all at once then!” She was met with a particularly strong headbutt from Test Tube. She gave her a pet and grabbed a cinnamon roll out of the fridge, setting it on the table as she walked to get her tea ready. She could see Test Tube ready to jump onto the counter, backing up a little to get a better position.

“Test Tube. Soft kitty soft. Give me a second so I can get my tea! I’ll give you some pets in a second!” Test Tube sat down, watching as Adeleine dropped a teabag or two into her cup, pushing them down with a spoon before setting them on the table behind her. She sat down and Test Tube followed her, looking up at her.

“Alright, c’mon.” She patted her leg and Test Tube hopped up, climbing up to look over her shoulder. Adeleine leaned back in her chair, careful to not crush any paws, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll.

“What do you say we make some art later, Test Tube?”

“Mrraow!!!” Adeleine smiled and took another bite of her cinnamon roll.

Today’s going to be fun, I can just feel it!

~~~{+}~~~

“Ok, so this is your canvas. I’m gonna stick your paws in non toxic paint and then you can walk on the canvas to your hearts content! Just... don’t roll on it or lick the paint off.”

“Mrrp.” Adeleine carefully picked up Test Tube and very very gently dipped the bottoms of her front paws in paint, then set her down on the canvas. Test Tube looked utterly confused before she realized she had stuff on her feet, hurriedly walking on the canvas before absolutely zooming to the other side of the room, leaving paw prints on the floor. She came running back over, using Adeleine as a stepping stone, another set of little paw prints left in her wake, a few of which were left on Adeleines painting smock.

“MRRP!!!!!!!” Test Tube excitedly ran past again, her tail all puffed up from the excitement. Adeleine giggled, watching as Test Tube practically flew around the room, finally stopping near the canvas. Adeleine took this moment to pick her up, placing her in her lap so she could attempt to wipe the paint off her paws. Test Tube, still brimming with excited energy, very quickly tried to roll out of Adeleines lap, failing when Adeleine gently grabbed ahold of one of her paws to clean it.

“Oh, sit still! I don’t want you licking any of this off! Sure, it’s non-toxic, but I’m not taking any chances!”

“Mrraaowww!!!!!!!”

~~~{+}~~~

Adeleine walked up the stairs and towards her room. She was tired, having spent a bunch of time painting one of the commissions she was given. She was fairly sure her headache was just from exhaustion, maybe dehydration. That, or the fact that she forgot to open the windows for a couple hours while working with oil paints. Thankfully Test Tube had decided she was too boring to hang around and went upstairs. Adeleine really didn’t want her breathing that crap in.

“Test Tube? Are you up here?”

“Mrp?” Adeleine looked around, trying to figure out where the chirp from Test Tube came from. She peeked into the bathroom, only to find Test Tube sprawled out on the floor.

“Hiiii!!!!!”

“Mrrrrrp!!” Test Tube did a little scoot, her front paws tucked in a little. Adeleine knelt down, letting her sniff her hand.

“Can I give the soft kitty some pats?” She gave Test Tube a few pets before switching to patting Test Tubes hip, which resulted in immediate purring.

“Are you my soft kitty? Huh? Are you?” Adeleine chuckled to herself at how high she managed to get her voice to go. Her delight quickly changed to gasps of pure joy as Test Tube proceeded to start rolling on the floor.

“Rolly kitty!!!!!!! Oh, rolly kitty!!!!!!” Adeleine gently pet Test Tubes exposed stomach, relishing in how delightfully soft it was.

“Mrrrp!” Test Tube quickly got up, fiercely but lovingly headbutting Adeleines leg.

“Are you a happy kitty, huh?”

“Mrraow!!!” Test Tube lovingly headbutted her again, giving her head a little shake, her ears clapping together with a weird smack. Adeleine picked her up and gave her a couple smooches before setting her back down and heading off to her room to change into something more comfortable.

~~~{+}~~~

“Ugh, there’s never anything good on...” Adeleine flipped through channels with the remote, laying lazily on the couch. Test Tube had gotten her dinner with a cupful of crunchies, and Adeleine had made an effort to eat something, despite not being very hungry (thanks to an incredibly late lunch), with said something being a small fruit salad. A blanket was draped over the lower half of her, pulled up right to her ribs. She settled on a nature documentary, since it was one of the only decent things on. She laid back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before something soft gently patted her arm.

“Mrrrp?” Adeleine slowly peeked over the side of the couch, only to find Test Tube patiently sitting on the floor.

“You can come up!” Her tone was cheery, but the exhaustion was very noticeable, forcing her voice to a much quieter volume. Test Tubes ears perked up a little. She rocked back and forth for a moment while she prepared to jump, and then hopped up onto the couch. She took a second to scope for a good spot to sit, opting for somewhere on Adeleine, and promptly sat down on her stomach, tucking her paws in so she looked like a little loaf. Adeleine could hear the faint rumble of a purr coming from Test Tube, letting out a sigh.

“Ribbon should be back soon...” Adeleine felt her eyelids growing increasingly heavier. It was becoming a chore just to stay awake. The combination of pure exhaustion from painting for so long and the relaxing sound of Test Tube purring made the urge to sleep harder to fight. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, then at Test Tube.

“I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt... and besides... *yawn* Ribbon won’t be home for a while anyway... I’m sure she won’t mind...” Adeleine let her eyelids shut, the world slowly being drowned out as sleep took hold...

~~~{+}~~~

The door to the house creaked open, and in fluttered Ribbon, holding a multitude of bags decorated with beads. She immediately noticed how dark it was, the only light being from the plants scattered around the house.

“Addie! I’m home!” No response.

“That’s weird... usually she answers right away...” Ribbon quietly closed the door, listening intently. She couldn’t hear anything from the studio down the hall, so clearly Adeleine wasn’t in there, not to mention the lights weren’t on in there either. She didn’t hear any creaks from upstairs, so she most likely wasn’t up there either. Ribbon looked to her right, noticing that the TV was on, the light faintly illuminating the couch.

Why in the world is the TV still on? Did Addie forget to turn it off or-

Ribbon fluttered into the living room and, upon closer inspection, realized that Adeleine was laying on the couch, sound asleep. She had a blanket on, which had been pulled up over her shoulders, and a pillow taken from upstairs had been placed behind her head, both of which Ribbon suspected weren’t like that before. Upon Adeleines chest sat Test Tube, purring away. Ribbon smiled at the sight, silently fluttering over and leaving a few of the bags in her hand next to Adeleine. She glanced at the clock, shaking her head.

It’s past 11. No way I’m going to be able to haul her upstairs like this without her waking up. She does look awfully comfy though. I don’t think she’d mind spending the night down here...

Ribbon nodded to herself, taking the remote and turning off the TV, resting it on the coffee table in the center of the room before fluttering towards the stairs.

“Sleep tight, Addie. Thanks for watching Test Tube for me. I’ll see you in the morning, good night!”

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter X

Making their way up the Rock of Ravatogh, the royal retinue and the guardian prepared themselves for the long trek ahead of them. As they proceeded up the rocky, jagged path, Gladio spoke up. "Just think about what's waiting at the top."

"Lemme guess: one aching back and two very sore feet," Prompto sarcastically replied.

"Like you couldn't use some meat on those legs of yours," the shield scoffed.

"They work for me."

"But what about the lady?"

Being the closest person to Prompto and the only girl in the group, (Y/n) knew the brute was referring to her. "...Excuse me?"

"You like muscle or chicken legs?" Gladio asked.

"I don't hate nor like either. Besides, I love Prompto the way he is."

"In your face, big guy!" The marksman cackled victoriously. "My lady isn't shallow and doesn't judge a book by its cover."

The spirit groaned at their childish behavior and continued to follow Noctis up the Rock of Ravatogh. They encountered some saphyrtails, which they easily disposed of. They proceeded up the path made of hardened molten lava where they eventually stumbled upon diverging paths. What caught their attention was how vast the area opened up and the horde of spiracorns and saphyrtails fighting against each other.

(Y/n) watched for a few seconds as the creatures fought one another and failed to notice their presence. When they all gathered together to attack each other again, she conjured a large fireball and tossed it at the creatures. Not only did she set them ablaze, she caused their corpses to turn to ash. She winced when seeing her spell was a little too powerful. "I may have gone a little overboard with that..."

"A little?" Gladio chuckled. "You turned them into ash."

"Well, you did say your magic was more powerful in hot environments," Prompto said.

Noctis glanced at the guardian. "Thought you didn't want us to "miss all the fun"."

"That one was a freebie because they were already injuring one another. I just sped up the process," (Y/n) retorted. "Anyway, pick a path. Let's find this cave and royal arm as quick as we can. You four already look exhausted."

Noctis glanced down both of the paths before deciding to go up the right one. Luckily, he picked the correct way and avoided another battle down a pathway that led to a dead end.

Continuing up, the pathway was getting steeper. They all could feel the muscles in their legs aching at how steep the path was becoming as they went up. Prompto glanced up as he exhaled heavily, but he couldn't see the end of the path. "Did we hit the top? Feeling past my peak."

Gladio also took note of how steep and long the path ahead was. "I'm afraid you've still got a ways to go."

The blonde wandered over towards (Y/n), smiling with a faint blush. However, his red cheeks weren't due to their close proximity but the heat of the volcano. "Oh beautiful goddess of fire, could I possibly ask for a lift to the top?"

She stopped and crossed her arms. "You want me to transform and carry you to the top?"

He nodded, coming to a halt in front of her with his hands clasped together. "Yes! I'll do anything you ask!"

"Hmmm..." She looked around, noticing the others had stop to listen to their exchange. Tapping her chin in thought, she finally came to a conclusion. "Why don't we all share the love and suffer together?"

"What? No!"

She nodded, faking an innocent smile. "Oh, yes. Get those legs moving, Prom. The longer we stand around here, the longer it'll take us to get to the top." She walked around him and made her way up the extremely steep slope.

Prompto gaped at her back as she ascended the volcano, leaving him and the others behind. His shoulders slumped forward with a dejected sigh. Reluctantly, he followed Noctis up the steep slope. He could feel the muscles in his legs screaming. "Killer climb, dude."

"It's killing me," Noctis groaned.

"Feeling a steep pain," Ignis said, unable to stop the joke from slipping from his lips.

"One false step and you won't feel anything ever again," Gladio commented.

Halfway up the steep path, Prompto had to stop for a brief second to catch his breath. His legs were a little shaky from the intense climb. He breathed out heavily, hunched over his knees. His hands rested on his thighs. "I think my legs are gonna give... Don't even wanna think about how sore I'm gonna be tomorrow." As he tried to regain his bearings, he saw how close he was to the edge of the cliff. Curious, he peaked down at the rocky ravine below. He thought he saw something twinkle in the light of the setting sun.

Not realizing how weak he was, Prompto lost his balance and screamed as his body started leaning forward. He tried to quickly step back from the ledge to prevent himself from falling, but he blinked in surprise when he noticed his fall was halted. That's when he felt a hand latched around his belt. Looking over his shoulder, he saw (Y/n) was the one who saved him from falling.

"You really are reckless sometimes, Prom," she sighed, pulling on his belt. She tugged him away from the ledge and released her hold on the accessory. "C'mon, you're almost to the top."

The group reached the top of the slope and crossed a rocky overpass. As they made their way down another path, Noctis tugged on the collar of his shirt with a groan. "The hell's with the heat?"

"As we climb, so does the temperature," Ignis commented.

"Well, this is a volcano," (Y/n) stated.

"Hey!" Prompto shouted. "What are the chances of it erupting while we're here?"

"Who knows," the girl answered.

"Bright side-you won't suffer long if it does," Gladio chimed in.

Reaching another junction, they came across more spiracorns and saphyrtails. Noctis glanced at the spirit in hopes to get another freebie, but groaned when she waved innocently at him. He performed a warp-strike and joined the battle. The others summoned their own weapons and joined the prince.

After the battle concluded, Noctis chose the right path. Molten lava covered the ground, causing the boys to rethink the prince's decision. (Y/n), on the other hand, wasn't bothered by the hot ground. Her clothes were fireproof and she welcomed the heat when she stepped onto the molten lava. She turned to the boys, placing a hand on her hip. "We should try searching every path, right? Vyv wants that picture."

Gladio folded his arms across his broad chest. "How do you expect us to follow you, short stuff? We're not fireproof like you."

"I only need one person to come with me." She jammed a finger in Prompto's direction. "C'mon, sweetheart, you're coming with me."

He blushes faintly at the term of endearment as the girl transformed. He jogged over to her and climbed onto her back. When he had a secure grip on her fur, she turned and proceeded up the molten lava path. A little ways up, they came across a flock of thunderocs. Prompto summoned his gun and easily disposed of the birds by himself.

Reaching the end of the path, they stumbled upon the cave Vyv mentioned. Prompto stared at the pit and waterfall of boiling lava. "That looks like lava so we definitely don't wanna go down there." He raisies his camera and aimed it at the cave. "Could you get a little closer, (Y/n)?"

The fox took a few steps closer to the molten edge. "Oh, that's much better!" Prompto chanted. He took a few pictures before lowering his camera and patting the top of the spirit's head. "I got the best pics! Now we can head back." The guardian turned away from the cave and trotted back down the path.

Once they reached the bottom and Prompto was off her back, (Y/n) reverted back to her human form. "Well, we can check one thing off our to-do list."

"You were able to locate the cave of which Vyv spoke of?" Ignis asked.

"Yep. Now all we have to do is find the royal tomb."

Noctis was fanning his face, groaning, "We need to hurry. I'm burning up in here."

"And I'm sweating buckets," Gladio added. He then gestured to the (h/c)-haired girl. "Short stuff here hasn't even broken a sweat."

"Like I said, this is my kinda place," she giggled.

The group wandered down the left path. There, they found a flock of wyverns and thunderocs. Making quick work of the creatures, they easily cut them down and climbed up the cliffside. Up top, they discovered Owlyss Haven.

"This place is practically begging to be camped on!" Prompto cheered.

"You are aware we've no camping equipment, correct?" Ignis asked.

"Yeah, but look at the time! The sun's setting and my legs are killing me..."

"I could just flop down on the ground and sleep right now," Noctis said with a large yawn.

"Guess we're camping without the camping gear," Gladio said.

"I could fetch the camping gear," (Y/n) offered. "With help, of course. It might take a few trips, though."

"I'll go with you," Gladio offered.

Prompto, who'd been analyzing the pictures of the lava cave on his camera, overhead the shield. His head snapped up. "I-I wanna go with her!"

The brute already knew why the blonde intervened. "You afraid I'm gonna steal your girl?"

"Wha-no!"

"Then sit that scrawny ass of yours down. Let the men handle the heavy lifting."

Before Prompto could retort, (Y/n) interrupted. "Okay, that's enough. Prom, you stay here. Gladio, you come with me."

"What?" The blonde gasped. "But (Y/n)-!"

"This isn't about who's strongest or who I like the most. This is simply just trying to get the camping gear up here. Gladio offered first so he'll be the one accompanying me. Are we clear?"

Prompto hung his head with a dejected sigh. "Yes..."

"Great! Now then, let's go, Gladio." The guardian transform and allowed the shield onto her back. When he was comfortable and had a hold of her fur, she ran back in the direction of the Regalia.

Prompto watched them leave with a childish pout. "He better not do anything..."

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It took (Y/n) and Gladio three trips to bring all the camping gear to the top of the Rock of Ravatogh. Thanks to her multiple tails and help from the shield, they avoided a fourth trip back to the car. They even brought up Ignis' ingredients so he could prepare dinner.

Once the tent was pitched, Prompto crawled inside and hid from the others. He scrolled through the pictures on the camera, but his attention was drawn away from the small screen when the tent flap opened. He watched (Y/n) enter the tent and sit beside him. Not saying a word, he looked back down at his camera.

Folding her legs to the side, the guardian rested her head on Prompto's shoulders and watched him flip through the various photos on his camera. He tensed slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She lifted her head from his shoulder with a sigh. "Do you really think Gladio made a move on me?"

"This is Gladio we're talking about..." Prompto muttered under his breath.

(Y/n) carefully took the camera out of his hands and set it aside. She placed her hands on the floor of the tent and crawled towards him on her hands and knees with a stoic expression. Prompto swallowed nervously, backing away from the approaching girl. He wound up slipping and falling on to his back. His eyes nearly popped out of his head the moment the girl crawled over his body and hovered above him. Her (h/c) locks fell over her shoulders as she looked down at him. Her hands came to a halt by his shoulders. "Gladio didn't try to hit on me. He talked to me about his family."

Prompto swallowed the lump in his throat, cheeks turning slightly red. "R-Really...?"

"Why would I lie to you?" She retorted. "What could I possibly gain by doing that?"

"Th-That's..."

"There's no way I'd leave you for someone like Gladio. You're the man I love, not him." She gently lowered herself onto him and rested her body against his. She pressed her ear to his chest and listened to his racing heart. Curling up against him, she sighed contently and closed her eyes. "I kinda wish we were at a hotel so we could have our own room."

"Yeah. Me too." Prompto gradually wrapped his arms around her. One hand entangled in her (h/c) locks while the other was placed on her lower back. He closed his eyes, basking in her warmth and gentle touch. Her pleasant scent wafted into his nose, making him smile. "Sorry for earlier. I-I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you of lying."

"It's okay. I forgive you," she giggled. "As payback, we're gonna stay like this until dinner's ready."

"You won't hear me complaining."

As intended, the couple remained in the same position until dinner was ready fifteen minutes later. They exited the tent and ate dinner with the others. Once their bellies were full and it was time to call it a night, they put out the campfire and crawled into the tent. It was somewhat cramped, but everyone was able to get comfortable and fall asleep.

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The following morning, the group got up early. (Y/n) and Gladio returned the camping gear to the car before they decided to proceed forward. They wandered down a side path, but they didn't make it far before the shield stopped them. "Hold up-down there. What is that?"

(Y/n) followed his line of sight and saw what he was talking about. "It almost looks like a giant nest."

"Please don't let it be," Prompto whimpered. "If it's big, then there's an even bigger thing that made it."

Noctis continued to lead his companions down the rocky path towards a horde of wyverns and killer wasps. They slew the creatures before exploring the rest of the path. At the end, they dropped into a large nest.

"Wow. It really is a big nest," Noctis commented, stepping over a large feather.

"Yeah, but...where's the thing that made it?" Prompto shuddered.

"No idea."

Prompto kept looking at the sky for any sign of a large creature. He thought they were clear until spotting a large object flying around the Rock of Ravatogh. He gasped before leaping at the prince, grabbing his leg. "Noct, there it is!"

Noctis grunted as his body fell to the ground, the blonde yanking on his left leg. "There what is?"

"Giant...BIRD!" The sharpshooter shrieked. "And it's coming right at us!"

(Y/n) looked up at the sky to see the large winged creature closing in on them. "Uh-oh..."

"Oh no!" Noctis yelled.

"Get away from there!" Gladio bellowed.

The prince tried to shake Prompto off his leg when seeing the large bird was descending towards them. "Let go!"

The blonde hugged Noctis' leg tighter. "I can't!"

Ignis ran over and used his own body to push them both lower to ground. "Get down!"

The zu swooped in, targeting the three. Gladio and (Y/n) stepped back to avoid the bird's large form as it landed in the nest before taking off again once seeing it was unable to grab Noctis, Prompto, or Ignis.

The strategist adjusted his glasses. "Seems we arrived at feeding time."

Prompto stared up at the sky as he laid on his back. "We're not staying for the meal, are we?"

"Let's just get out of here before it decides to grab one of us again," (Y/n) said. "If we do plan on fighting that thing, we need a place that isn't so constricting."

"Let's go," Noctis said, hopping down the nearby ledge. The others followed and entered the vast area. There was just enough room to fight the mighty zu. They watched carefully as the large bird swooped around the sky one last time before landing with a thunderous screech. Noctis warped to its beak and started attacking. Gladio and Ignis focuses on the feet while Prompto and (Y/n) targeted the wings.

The spirit's attention was drawn to Noctis when one of the wings located on the zu's head swatted him like a fly. She transformed and caught him on her back, placing him back on the ground before jumping onto the creature's back. She dug her claws into its flesh and used her fire breath to burn a portion of its back.

The zu cried out in pain as some of its feathers were set ablaze. It went on a small rampage, stomping around and knocking the boys back. Ignis, who took the heaviest blow, fell onto his back with a groan. Prompto fires a single round at the zu before rushing to the advisor's aid and handing him a phoenix down.

(Y/n) unlatched her claws from the zu's back and leapt to safety when it spread out its wings and shook its body. After it knew she was off its back, it set its sight on the boys. It used its heavy body and large size to deliver heavy damage to them. The spirit tried to distract the bird, but she couldn't gain its attention even if she hurled a fireball at it.

After struggling for nearly half an hour against the zu, the boys had gone through many curatives. (Y/n), who was barely injured, knew this battle was too much for them to handle unless they had more help. Reverting back to her human form, she shouted at the prince. "Noctis, a divine intervention would be great right about now!"

Noctis dodges the zu's talons and glanced at her. "H-Hey, I'm trying here!"

"You have no idea how you did it before, do you?!"

"Exactly!"

She groaned, deciding to take matters into her own hands. She didn't want them to find out this way, but they'll be killed at this rate. She conjured the Creator's Blade, holding the hilt with both hands. She pointed the sharp tip at the ground, inhaling deeply before exhaling. "God of creation, use my body to do your bidding for I am the conduit," she whispered. The sword began glowing, grabbing the boys' attentions.

"(Y/n), what're you doing?!" Prompto shouted.

She glanced at him with an apologetic expression. "Ending this battle."

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Thera’s Journal Entry #48

I placed the final box outside my door.

I had been going through a lot of Zane and Sora’s things lately. I had kept only two boxes on a shelf in my closet. But there was a small storage room where the rest of their things were kept. I had gone through those as well, and had found that I lacked room for some of these new things.

So today I was going through things I didn’t need. I’d put them in boxes, and Ann was going back and forth with them on a cart like thing to put them away in the storage room. There they would stay until I started up a garage sale (I believe that’s what Poppy had called it when she suggested the idea) to get rid of the unwanted or unneeded items. I had to admit, it was harder to get rid of things than I thought.

I turned and looked back inside my room, which looked a lot better now. After Ann came back and took care of the final three boxes which lay outside, we would begin on cleaning up a bit more. The two desks in my room were cluttered with recent reports, that would need to be put in the filing room soon, along with books and other trinkets.

“I wonder if I should get another bookshelf.” I muttered to myself as I looked at Sora’s old books, which were in a stack on the floor.

“What’s going on here?”

I recognized the voice and turned to see Crow looking in behind me.

“Cleaning.” I stated. “Come on in. And try not to step on anything.”

I walked to the back of the room and began to move around trinkets on one of the shelves of my bookshelf, to make room for a few more.

Crow stepped in behind me. “Need help. I don’t have any more work to do. At least, not right now.”

“I don’t need any. Ann’s helping out right now. Once she comes back and makes another trip to put the last few boxes in storage, we’ll work on tidying this place up.”

Crow looked around the room. “You could use some brighter stuff, don’t you think?”

Most of my room was darker and cooler colors. The bedsheets were a dark purple, so were the rugs, and the wooden floors and furniture were all a dark brown. So was the small kitchenette with granite counters. The lightest thing in the room was the light gray wall.

“I suppose so.” I said, looking around as well, hands on my hips. “But it wouldn’t go with the aesthetic.”

“I’m going to pick up lunch. Want anything?”

“Yeah. Go to that Chinese place. Get me and Ann each a plate of orange chicken and rice.”

“Drinks?”

“Uh, vodka.” I said jokingly.

“Non-alcoholic drinks?”

“I don’t know. Uh, just surprise Ann and I with some sort of soda. Make them both large.”

“Got it.” He left and I continued to tidy up.

When he came back things were already looking better. Ann had had to stop down at a store in the city to buy a wall shelf, since I needed a bit more space for books. The dresser in the back of the room was now lined with a lot of Zane’s things, including his old cowboy hat on a stand. I might wear it someday.

“Food’s here.” Crow announced, coming in. I had set him up where he could come in as he pleases as well, though he still knocked, unlike Ann.

Crow handed the to-go plates to us both. Ann sat on the bed and began to dig in. Crow set his mask on the table and I noticed that he had a box in his hands.

“What’s that?”

He brought it out, showing that it was a plant in a light purple pot.

“It’s called a zz plant I believe. This should brighten up your room and still fit the ‘aesthetic’ as you said. They’re also easy to take care of. At least, that’s what the lady said.”

He handed it to me and I took it. “I know just the spot.” I moved it to my now clean work desk in the back of the room. “Perfect.” Then I went over to the table to enjoy my food. Crow joined me.

“You two are adorable.” Poppy gushed, floating around beside us.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the heat rising to my cheeks. Crow smiled at her and took a bite of his food. Glint appeared, and our Ghosts headed to my work table where they usually went to talk and gossip. The three got along quite well.

Crow looked around. “The place looks nice.”

“Yeah, it looks a lot better.”

“Any missions for either of you today?” Crow asked Ann and I.

“I had a lot of patrols on the EDZ, headed to the Cosmodrome to talk to Shaw, see if he needed help with anything, then did a quick surveillance mission on Nessus. Commander Zavala wanted me to see if the Cabal were up to anything. They weren’t.” Ann answered.

I shrugged. “Nothing too interesting for me. Fought against more Cabal, did two patrols on Europa, and finished up some Crucible bounties.” I took a big bite of food.

Ann put her plate to the side, already finished, and stood up. “Alright, I’d hate to be a third wheel, ya know, so I’m gonna head out. Got to check on Barney.” She turned. “Poppy, let’s go!” And she left.

“Barney?” Crow asked.

“Oh, yeah, that’s her dog. We think he’s a lab, or at least has some lab in him.”

“I wasn’t aware that Guardians were aloud to keep pets.”

“I asked Ikora, and she said there wasn’t a rule on it so Ann got to keep him. I’d get a cat if I wasn’t caught up with missions all the time.”

“I think you could take care of one.”

“I don’t think so. There are some days when I’d have a lot of work to do on the field, so I’ll just stay in my ship and sleep there, sometimes for days at a time. With the Cabal problem, I have a feeling that that’ll happen a lot sometime soon.”

“I’m at the Tower almost all day. I think I’d be able to leave my spot and go feed it a few times, make sure it has water.”

“Maybe I’ll get one someday, probably when things calm down.”

The door opened again, startling me. Ann was in the doorway, grinning.

“It’s snowing!” She exclaimed.

I took my final bite and stood up, then walked outside. Sure enough, snowflakes were falling to the ground.

“Huh, it usually doesn’t snow at the beginning of the year like this. Not saying it isn’t welcome.”

Crow stepped up beside me and leaned over the railing, looking up at the sky. Ann joined him, but stuck her tongue out to catch a snowflake or two.

“It looks like it’ll be coming down harder soon.” Scout said, flying up beside us with Glint.

The sun was starting to go down and it was starting to get colder.

“I’m gonna keep heading home.” Said Ann. “See you both tomorrow!” She bounded off with a wave.

“You should probably go too before the snow picks up.”

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine if I stay here for a bit. I want to watch one of those movies you’re always talking about.”

“Which one?” Asked Scout, knowing that I talked about many.

“Uh, that one with the pirates.” He snapped his fingers, trying to come up with the name.

“Pirates of the Caribbean?” I asked.

“Yes, that one!” He said nodding. “It sounds very interesting.”

“Alright, well come on in.”

I just barely heard Scout say to Glint, “How much you want to bet that he’s hoping they get snowed in so he can hang out with her for the rest of the night?”

[exosmuttytalk]

Guardian - II

Characters: Do Kyungsoo, unnamed female OC (told from the perspective of DO)

Genre: angst.

Rating: mature.

Warning: this deals with topics darker than my usual. Death, suicide and mental health problems mentioned. Proceed with caution and take care!

Summary: there is no summary because the core happening of the story is what makes it as a whole, so you gonna have to read to find out lol

Word count: ~3000

GUARDIAN I

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A three work question popped in my head as I put all the clues together, but I really did not want to even entertain that though. There sure must be other explanation; that could not be happening. 

Jackie could see me; that was for sure. Maybe this was all an elaborate prank? You could have a twisted sense of humour at times, but this was going too far.

 I turned around the sofa to kneel before you and looked straight into your face, which was not even ten centimeters away from mine. I could have laid my hand against your cheek. I could have leaned in and kissed you on the lips. But I didn't. 

 Instead, I screamed. As loud and screeching as I could manage, scraping my throat in the process. You didn't even flinch. 

 Jackie, on the other hand, who by then had been lying in her bed next to the TV stand, did hear me. She leaped of her seat and hissed at me, the hair on her back standing. 

Her reaction startled you enough to finally stand up and hold her, babying her as you usually did, whispering soft words next to her head to calm her down. 

 "What is it, girl? You're fine, there's just the two of us here. Let's go find a treat for you, hm?" 

 Just the two of us? 

 My rapid breathing was making me lightheaded and dizzy. Your words echoed in my head and fit in perfectly with the idea that had been taking shape in my head since I was unable to open the door earlier. 

My gaze searched the room, looking for anything that could either confirm or deny it, and it came upon a couple still closed white envelopes at the basket we used to sort the very few important letters we may receive in the mail. 

 As I already expected, I was unable to touch the papers, but what I saw was more than enough. The first envelope was addressed to you and rubricated with the seal of a funeral home. The second one was an official government letter. The one you would get with a death certificate inside. 

 Was I dead? 

 My disbelief was slowly being replaced by anxiety, confusion and fear. This wasn't possible. I clearly remembered last night's fight. Then this morning, I had woken up in our bed, as usual. You had already left for work and I had the day off. Or had I? 

 I was heavy panting while sitting there on the floor, trying to remember what I had done the whole morning exactly. Had I showered? I couldn't remember picking the pair of soft jeans and white t-shirt I was wearing. Had I eaten anything? I didn't feel hungry. But I could feel the cold, hard floor under my body. I could see and smell everything around me. I could hear you coming back from the kitchen with a bag of salmon treats in the hand free from the cat that was comfortably lying in your arm. 

 I didn't even give myself time to think anymore. I stood up quickly and purposely stood in the way I knew you would make back to the couch. I squared up, expecting our bodies to impact against each other. But the collision never arrived. Instead, you just walked straight through me. As if I wasn't standing right there. As if I didn't even have a body. 

 I could see you shudder, as if a sudden cold gust of wind had made its way through the collar or your shirt and down along your back, goosebumps forming on your skin. 

 Once again, Jackie looked straight at me, unequivocally fixing her green eyes onto me, recognizing me. 

 But you, you were completely oblivious. Somehow, we weren't on the same realm anymore. 

 I was more than probably dead. 

 How? I didn't remember being sick or even feeling unwell lately. I was actually so excited for the next month to come, we had plans to make a road trip to make the most out of my longer than usual holidays. We were gonna stay at my parent's for a couple weeks. 

 Thinking about them was the final straw that broke the precarious balance I had managed to keep and I started crying silently. 

 I stared at your face and wondered how this could ever happen to us. We had most of our life in front of us and we knew we wanted to spend it together. Seeing as Jackie bumped her head affectionately against your hand after she had been fed made me think of that beautiful patience of yours and how you cared for people you loved. You were going to be a wonderful mother. But not to my kids. 

 The dark rim around your beautiful eyes seemed absolutely normal to me right now. Everything made sense. I couldn't remember, but as for Sarah's words, I had been...dead for around a month. And they had all probably been looking after you. Making sure you got out of bed, ate and went to work or socialized in any way. 

 Tears rolled down the side of your face to the cushions on the couch, but you didn't seem to mind. Jackie was still resting on top of you, offering that silent support she always seemed so good at providing for you. Something I would never be able to provide for you anymore. 

 I don't know how long we stayed like that, unknowingly sharing our grief, but it was already dark outside when you stood up. You grabbed Jackie’s bowl once again and got into the kitchen, where you came back from carrying it filled to the brim with dry cat food, stuff she didn’t particularly seem to enjoy, and no food for you. Instead, there was a three quarters full bottle of whiskey under your arm. You didn’t like whiskey, we only had that bottle lying around to serve in the case of visits.

 After you put the bowl back down on the floor, you made your way to the rest of the house. I followed you closely, mimicking your wincing when you took a sip of the lukewarm liquid in the bottle as you made your way to our bedroom. There, you rummaged around to find your laptop and got undressed, to later get into the main bathroom.

When we got this house you insisted at least one of the bathrooms should have a big bathtub. You didn’t have that growing up but made the most out of the one we had at home. I smiled bitterly to myself remembering of times I would come back tired from work and you would be waiting for me to indulge together in the relaxing warmth of the water against tired muscles. Other times, you would be waiting already inside of the tub, naked underneath the bubbles, and that was no time for relaxation.

 You took you time preparing your bath. Added your favourite lavender salts, pulled all your hair in a bun and started playing Swing Kids on your laptop, aiming the screen towards the water. You got into the piping hot water, not really caring about the fact that it was clearly too warm, your skin flushing when it came in contact with it. Taking small sips, you had already gone through almost half of what was left of the bottle.

Swing Kids was always your favourite among all the stuff I participated in. You always told me how it was so different from any other war movie. I remember when you came to pick me up from shootings with food, and when you used to help me memorize my lines. How much you liked my haircut for the film and how you’d sometimes fall asleep on the couch, stroking my hirsute hair. I can remember your bright smile on the premiere day as you watched Ro Ki-Soo prance across the screen and your soft chuckles at the appropriate times. You even tried your hand at tap dancing, but discovered soon enough coordination and precision only came to your body when you were drawing construction models.

There was none of that left. As the movie progressed, your face became more flushed due to the effects of the alcohol, your eyes sadder and the water colder. The bottle emptier. Occasional hiccups erupted from your throat. It made me giggle, but you didn’t notice.

The movie was paused right after the big performance, but before the abrupt ending. Taking a last, longer swig out of the bottle, you rested your head against the rim of the bathtub and closed your eyes. Time went by and only your slow, superficial breathing, could be heard in the room. It was impossible for me to know whether you were awake or not; you had always been a very light sleeper, but I doubt anyone can sleep in water cold enough to cause all the hair in your body to stand up.

That bathtub had always been too big. It was already roomy for me, so for you it was closer to the size of a kids swimming pool. And you began slipping in. At first, I didn’t notice. Only when the water reached your bottom lip, I realized you had let yourself slide into the water with no resistance. I still didn’t know if you were asleep, but that didn’t matter because you were probably completely drunk. You were still sinking down into the water and soon enough, both your mouth and nose would be covered. And you were still unresponsive.

I began screaming again. I banged on the sides of the tub and on the walls of the bathroom. I tried splashing the water. I tried to pull the plug to no avail.

I was running out of ideas when the water was already touching the tip of your nose. That’s when it occurred to me that Sarah may have been on to something. That you may have done this on purpose. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Hell no.

I quickly stood up from my stop and ran through the house looking for Jackie. That little shit was peacefully sleeping on her bed, oblivious to anything going on around her. Do cats even care? I stomped forcefully on the floor next to her to wake her up and she stared at me, groggy and in disdain. She took her sweet time to stretch and wake up, only to ignore me and go hide under the sofa.

I kneeled down and pleaded with her. I tried to temp her with some of the treats of the bag that was still on top of the sofa. No noise came from the bathroom. Desperation tears were running down my cheeks as in a last attempt, I reached for her underneath the sofa. I didn’t expect to feel her fur and the warm flesh underneath when my hand reached her loin. Jackie freaked out as much as I did, but I wasted no time and grabbed her forcefully with both hands before jumping off the floor, her wrestling between my arms.

You face was almost completely covered by water by the time I came back into the bathroom. I didn’t know how long you’d been that way. I panicked. I dropped Jackie right into the tub, on top of your head. She struggled around the bathtub, wheezed and scratched every part of your body she had access to in order to get out of the freezing water.

But it worked. You opened your eyes, sat straight up in the bath, coughing and gasping for air. You managed to crawl out of the tub to hand on tightly to the toilet bowl and vomit all the alcohol from your stomach, hair stuck to your reddened face, bloodshot teary eyes, panting for any air that could make its way into your lungs. But alive.

I leaned back into the wall and slid down to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, letting go of some of the tension and watching you clean yourself up and flush the toilet before lying down on the hard, cold stone floor. I was only able to see your back from where I sat, but I noticed your shoulders shudder in a silent cry.

Jackie came back from whatever whole she’d been hiding in, still soaked from the unsolicited bath. I apologized in my mind. She came to sit right beside your head and began licking a particularly nasty looking scratch she had inflicted in her struggle. In return, you sat up straight, grabbed a small towel from a cabinet nearby and enveloped the cat into it. That way, you took care of each other.

“Why did you jump in?” You voice sounded hoarse and painful, your throat would probably suffering injuries from the water and later coughing.

You sank your nose into the animal’s wet fur and started crying there.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I slid across the bathroom floor and surrounded you with my arms, embracing you from behind and resting my head in your shoulder; the best way I could replicate the way we used to sit at the sofa when just watching TV.

Your body stiffened at first. Still naked and cold from the water, you were even more sensitive than usual to temperature changes. You shuddered when my chin hit the top of your shoulder. But you didn’t move or recoil. You just sat there, paralyzed, Jackie in your arms looking alternatively between you and me, putting all my might into making you recognize my presence.

“Soo..?” Your voice came as nothing but a whisper but relief flooded me over.

“Hey,” I responded softly, unsure if you would hear.

I still don’t know if you could hear me, but it didn’t really matter anymore. You body didn’t feel so tense anymore. Even if you didn’t feel me the same way you used to, I could sense you softening under mine, even leaning back searching for some support.

I hugged you as tightly as I could, watching as goosebumps erupted on every part of your skin that was connected to mine. But I didn’t let go.

“Why did you leave?” The pain in your plea hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I…I don’t know, baby. I am here now”, I struggled to get my words out of my choked up throat.

“I’m not ready.”

Neither am I, I thought.

Time goes by in a different way when you don’t have human needs. Or when you don’t have a body, altogether. Your sniffing was the only thing that took me out of the state I was in. Holding on to you. Focusing on feeling your body close to mine. Listening to your breathing. An almost meditative state I could’ve stayed in forever. But you were getting cold and you’d end up getting sick.

I shifted around and scurried out of the place I had been occupying to kneel right before you, to look at you in the eyes and grab your hand.

“Baby, listen. Listen to me!” I shook your hand forcefully and you looked straight through me, but you were attentive.

“You can’t do this to yourself. Tomorrow you’re calling your mom first thing in the morning and you’re going to live with her for a while. Until you get better, hm?” I made a stop waiting for some kind of response that never came, although something inside me told me you were getting the message.

“You have a lot of things to live and many people who love and care for you. You can’t do this to them, do you understand?” I caressed your face with the palm of my hand and you leaned into my touch, but your eyes still looked for me around the room.

“You are…the better half of us two. You need to go on living for us both. Remember that list of stuff we wanted to do together?” The knot on my throat barely let me speak, but I soldiered on. “You’re gonna do it all! You have time, you have money and lots of friends who are going to come along. You are not alone. You can still enjoy life. And someday, you will laugh again, baby. You will laugh the same way you always used to do. And I’m gonna be watching it all and laughing with you.”

Tears rolled down your face freely. Jackie, who had until that point been grooming herself at your lap, leapt off you and trailed off the bathroom, tail proudly raised and almost dry.

“If it weren’t for that cat, you may not be here now,” I said mostly to myself as I noticed you eyes following your pet. “She’s just a small portion of all the people in the world that love you and would be devastated if you were gone, myself included. Please don’t do it, baby. Please live, for me.”

I will always wonder how much of my message I managed to get across to you and how much you actually were able to take in, considering not only the extremely unusual circumstances, but the fact that there was the equivalent of more than half a bottle of whiskey still running through your system. You leaned back into the wall of the tub and nodded softly to yourself.

“Please don’t go,” your request came softly and chocked up, sobs starting to form at the back of your throat.

I slid down to the floor so my head was resting on your lap, in the same spot Jackie had occupied before; kissing every patch of skin I had access to in the way. I felt extremely tired and groggy and your image before my eyes got progressively hazy.

“I won’t. I will always watch over you. I love you,” were the last words to come out of my lips before I closed my eyes.

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(Sorry Jackie for throwing you into freezing water)

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 19 - Jackson

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: In the series finale Kate and Morgan leave Hope County, Montana and move back to Jackson, Wyoming. John and Kate say their final goodbyes. 

Guest OCs: Joel Winchester [mentioned]

Guest characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel [mentioned], Lilith [mentioned]. 

Note+UPDATE: The Mother will continue to be posted, then Aftermath, then the New Dawn series will finish off the entire series. Thank you to those who shared, and read my Lucifer forsaken writings!!. 

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Ever since Kate told John about her leaving Hope County, he spent every second of every day with her.

Wanting to be by her side all day, everyday. When that day came, November 2nd. It was tough for him, the love of his life leaving him.

Kate constantly reassured him. Telling him that she’ll come back, and they can talk on the phone all day, every day. Video calling, all of it. 

Her and Paige finally settled their differences, after uncle Brent gave Paige an hour long lecture on the phone, talking about family and shit. They were to leave that afternoon. John never, not once left Kate’s side.

He spent the night at her house, sleeping in the same bed as her. Cuddling with her the whole night, never letting her go. Had a little sex here, and there. He even let her do all the work, let her go on top, and ride him.

“I love you” he says in her ear, playing with her hair.

She chuckles softly, “I love you too”. 

Kate and Morgan were gonna leave around 1pm, the 7 hour drive that will be ahead of them from Hope County to Jackson.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving” John tells her.

She sighs, “Yeah me too. It’s gonna be hard, leaving all of my friends and you behind”. She signs again, resting her head on his chest, “It’s gonna be a tough one, but I’ve dealt with worse. I think I can manage”.

John chuckles, “What about me? I’m gonna need you. I need you here. How are we gonna keep us alive?!”.

She lifts her head up, and looks up at him, “I may have a few ideas”. 

Kisses him on the lips before getting up off the bed, and over to her shelf. She grabs a bluetooth earbud.

“What is that?!” he asks, sitting up.

“A bluetooth earpiece. You hook it up to your phone, and we can talk on the phone for hours. Well it works up to 12 hours. We can talk on the phone without even holding them” she explains to him. 

The whole day passed by so slow yet so fast. Going from Montana to Wyoming, then Wyoming to Pennsylvania. Who knows how long this demon shit is gonna be. Demon deals can only last for so long, 10 years usually. 

Kate knew this would be a long trip. A long and painful one.  That afternoon before they left, she had an angst worthy conversation with John. well actually she had two. One with John, and another with a feathery boy.  He left that morning to work on some Cult stuff, and he returned that afternoon before Kate and Morgan left. 

They both had a heart to heart conversation. Kate and Morgan were packing up the trailer, and the car with their stuff. They planned on leaving some furniture behind, donating it or leaving for the trash collector to pick it up.

“Katie?!” John singfully calls out for her as she packs up the trailer.

“Hey!” she replies, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

They smile at each other, they step away from the vehicle. Away from where Morgan can hear them. John looks down at her, his eyes glossy. She knows he’s gonna cry, and he knows it as well. 

He clears his throat and says with his voice cracking, “You know I love you, and I would do anything for you. You changed me. I never loved anyone like how I do with you. I never cared for anyone the way I do, other than my brothers. I never thought I would be able to have these feelings for someone. You changed me, you made me feel”.

Tears start to form in his eyes, his breathing goes shaky. 

“I don’t want to lose you” he continues, “I don’t want anyone else to have you”.

Kate shakes her head, “You won’t lose me” she says softly.

“I know I won’t, I’m just scared you’ll find someone else” he tells her.

Tears streaming down both of their faces, “You don’t have to leave” he pleads with her.

“I’m sorry” she mutters, “But I have to”.

He nods his head, “I know”. 

They stand in silence for a few moments, time seemingly seemed to freeze in place. 

Kate looks around, and sees that time is going at its normal Earth pace. 

“I love you” he tells her.

“I love you too” she responds back. 

They pull each other in for an embrace, Kate rests her head against John’s shoulder. 

A few hours later, Kate and Morgan packed up the car, and trailer. All set to go back to Wyoming. Resting on the floor inside the somewhat empty house. 

“So are you gonna do anything else before we leave?” Morgan asks Kate.

“Yeah, Yeah I have a few things I have to do before we leave” she tells her.

She gets up off the floor and goes outside to the backyard. Going behind the fence, Haley follows her outside. Kate sits down underneath a tree. She takes a deep breath, slowly petting Haley.

She closes her eyes, and prays to Castiel.

“Hey Cas” she starts, “It’s me Kate Winchester. If you can show yourself that will be great”. 

A few moments of silence followed by a whooshing sound, and a slight breeze to her left.

“You prayed?” the Angel in the beige trenchcoat asks in his monotone, hoarse voice. 

“Yeah” she responds standing up, “I never got to properly thank you for bringing me back”.

He looks at her in slight confusion which is normal for him. He never really understood human emotions to begin with.

“Of course” he says.

“I just wanted to say thank you for bringing me back from The Other Side, and letting me see my dad for the first time” she tells him with a smile on her face.

“It’s my job. It wasn’t your time, and I had to bring you back to Earth” he says to her. 

“Yeah I know” she says, staring off into the distance, “What do you know about dreams?”.

Once again he looks at her confused, “Dreams? They’re images, visions and stories that one’s subconscious manifests when in slumber. It can be in many different forms”.

Slightly shaking her head, “No, no I mean. What does it mean when you have the same dream over, and over again. Everytime it happens it never progressives. It always ends the same way, nothing else happens”.

“What is this dream you’re having?!?” he asks, head slightly tilted.

“It’s with Lilith, she threatens me that if I don’t say yes to her. She’ll hurt Paige, and then Gabriel shows up, and banishes her. It’s the same thing over, and over, and over. It never goes any further”.

Castiel narrows his eyes at her, eyebrows furrowed, “I could mean that Lilith is somehow manipulating you into saying yes, and harvesting your soul”.

Kate nods her head, “Yeah I assume, but she won’t get the answer she’s looking for”.

“Now the part with Gabriel, well that means because he’s your guardian angel, and he has to protect you”.

“Yeah I figured that” she responds, nodding. Exhaling. 

Cas sighs, “You know he’s proud of you. He talks about you whenever I go up to Heaven”.

Kate smiles, “Gabriel talks about me?”.

He awkwardly clears his throat, “Well actually. Your father. Joel, he talks about you and Paige a lot. He’s proud of both of you”.

Kate gasps softly, smiling through her tears, “Oh, he um, he talks about us?!?”.

Nodding his head, “Yes”.

She wipes her tears away, her breath shaky. “I’m leaving Hope County”.

He nods his head, “I know. I heard about the deal Flora made, and the 10 years ends soon”.

“And that’s why I’m leaving” she says, “Again thank you for everything”.

“I know, I’m glad I can help. See you soon” he tells her with a smile. 

Before Cas could disappear. She stops him.

“Cas wait!!” she exclaims. He turns to face the young Winchester, “Why didn’t you come to my save when I prayed to you all those months ago?!?”.

He sighs, looking at the ground, “I can’t tell you much, but I will tell you this. I was told by God, Chuck not to get involved because of his plan for you, and your family”.

She stares at him in utter disbelief, “I-I don’t get it!?!”. 

Nodding his head, “I know. I know, I didn’t understand it at first. I still don’t, I just want to leave it at that”. 

With that said Castiel disappears, leaving Kate by herself outside by the trees with Haley sitting at her side. 

She goes back inside the house. “Are you ready to go?” Morgan asks as she walks in.

“Yeah all set” she responds, nodding her head. 

They put the remaining of their stuff in the car, Haley jumps in the back seat, Morgan in the passenger seat and Kate drives. Starting up the car, and Carry on Wayward Son plays on the radio. 

Once I rose above the noise and confusion. Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion. 

I was soaring ever higher. But I flew too high. 

They drive off down the road as the song plays. 

Driving out of Holland Valley, driving past the fields, and small businesses. Over the bridge, passing the University and the diner. Entering the Henbane River. 

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man. Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I’m dreaming. I can hear them say. 

Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more. 

The Henbane River, the toxic bliss flowers, drugged up angels and blissed out animals.

“Not gonna miss this place” Morgan mutters to herself as she looks out the car window. 

Joseph’s Word, the eye sore of a statue. Someone should destroy that shit, blow it up. Destroy it into teeny tiny unfixable pieces. 

Masquerading as a man with a reason. My charade is the event of the season, and if I claim to be a wise man, well. It surely means that I don't know. On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean, I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say. 

Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest don’t you cry more, no.

Halfway out of the Henbane River, only a few miles away from the Ancient Bison Tunnel, one of the two exits leading out of Hope County. 

Kate stops the car in the middle of the road, putting the car in park. Pausing for a brief moment. 

Lowering the volume on the radio, Morgan looks at her in confusion. 

“What is it?!?” she asks.

Kate sighs, and says “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We’re leaving this inescapable town, only because of John, and I have this feeling that. That once we leave, we won’t be welcomed back”.

Morgan tilts her head in confusion, “What makes you say that?!?”.

“It's just a feeling I have. Like if we were to come back for our friends. It’ll be ugly, bloody and violent. Bad shit will happen, I just- I just feel it, and it won’t be good. Chaos will happen”.

“You’re just feeling guilty about leaving John, and all of our friends here. They know, they understand. They get that family is important to us. We told them we’ll be back, not sure when, but we’ll be back. John will see you again”. 

She reassures her friend, and to continue their exit out of Montana.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right” she says before taking a deep breath and an exhale, “Let’s go”.

Kate turns the volume on the radio back up, and Kansas finishes playing. 

Now, Turn The Page - Metallica plays. 

She lets out a soft chuckle, putting the car back in drive and they drive up the road towards the tunnel guiding them out of Hope County.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moanin', out this one-note song

You'd think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before

“Here we go” Kate says with a hint of relief in her voice. Morgan looks over at her friend with a smile on her face. 

But your thoughts will soon be wandering

The way they always do, when you're riding 16 hours

There's nothing' much to do, and you don't feel much like riding

We just wish the trip was through

They go through the tunnel, on the other side, they see a sign that says “Next stop Missoula - 5 miles. Jackson, Wyoming 386 miles”.

Kate sighs, “Jackson, here we come” they drive down the long, and lonesome road of Montana. Going back home. 

THE END