#and i just love jake so why not combine em

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw thoughts about bottom dbd survivors ft. jake and renato

contains amab sub and dom top reader. ftm dbd men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. mostly proofread

you look up from your gen to see jake. he signals you to follow him, leading you to a part of macmillan where the gens have already been completed. he doesn’t say anything as he kisses you deeply, flushing your bodies together as close as possible. feeling your hard-on he pulls you into him by your belt loops and grinds against it, eventually slipping his hand down your front to wrap it around your cock. you buck into his hand as he jerks you off, holding him even closer to sustain yourself. he twists his wrist up to your tip, using your precum to smoothly quicken his jerking hand. when you’re about to cum he pulls away, wipes his hand on your sleeve, gives you a peck on the cheek, and then walks away to finish your gen. 

normally renato doesn’t like to have sex during a trial, but today he’d been feeling adventurous, letting you grope and prod at him when he’d dragged you to an empty room on ormond. you tangle your hand in his curly hair as he sucks on the tip of your dick, looking up at you with a mischievous gaze. licking a stripe from the base, he takes your cock into his mouth, bobbing his head on the few inches he can manage and strokes the rest in sync with his movements. he moans onto your cock, his eyes rolling back into his head when you pull at his hair and shove yourself down his throat, cumming with a shake of your hips. he chokes, and for the very first time he swallows your cum, wiping away the little bit of it seeping from the sides of his mouth.

the match is on the relatively calmer side, giving ftm!jake an opportunity to pull you aside to a corner of the map and push you down on to the grass. before you know it he removes his shoes and pants and straddles you, unbuckling your belt and pulling your dick out. he jerks you until you’re hard against his palm before clutching the front of your shirt, using you as a means of leveraging himself as he settles on to your cock. he doesn’t give either of you a second to adjust before he starts riding you, rolling his hips with practiced ease. you can tell he’d been wanting to do this for a while by his fast paced humping, alongside the fact he’s keeping his eyes open so he can watch you beneath him. he’s being kind today, letting you roll his hips to take your cock even deeper and being sure to squeeze around you the way he knows you like. still holding on to your shirt he picks up speed, bouncing himself on your dick with mesmerizing swiftness. the sound of his pussy being practically pounded has you seeing stars, and by the time you hear the final gen pop jake has managed to rip two orgasms out of you as well as the collar of your shirt. 

ftm!renato is always bratty, insisting that you cum first so that you don’t accidentally overstimulate him or making sure that if you need release you go to him. you’ve managed to find some free time between trials, trapping renato between you and a dilapidated but cozy mattress. his hair is out of its bun and his shirt is hiked up. a soft moan falls from his lips every time you squeeze at his chest. he helps you in taking off his pants, allowing you to slip a finger inside of him. he gasps, his hands flying to his head as he grabs the mattress above him, already arching his back to ask for more. you put in another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of his pussy as he bucks into your hand, still needing more. renato bites his lip to stifle his moans, a shiver running through him as you simultaneously pull at one of his nipples, curling your fingers that are stuffed inside of his aching pussy. he mumbles out something in portuguese as you speed up, holding down his hand that swings down in attempt to stimulate his clit. he chokes back a scream as he cums on your fingers, his legs immediately closing shut with a look of frustration forming on his face. fishing yourself out from your jeans, you pray the entity is feeling generous as you spread renato’s legs open again.

[feelin-kinda-cocky-bmc]

Calling all BMC Writers!

Hello fellow BMC nerds :>

If this project hasn't shown up to you yet or if you're not in the Discord server, then you probably haven't heard about this project I'm working on: Feelin' Kinda Cocky!

Feelin' Kinda Cocky is a Be More Chill dating sim/visual novel where you play as Michael, and romance one of four love interests at Middleborough high (not including secret routes and possible polyamorous routes).

This game has been in production for two years now, but is stuck in the writing phase. I just recently completed Rich's route and have just started Dustin's. Not to mention, I have a bit of early-game material for Jake and Jeremy. Between school, extracurriculars, and taking care of my mental health, it has taken me a long time to write. However, I was recently prescribed ADHD meds, which will tackle my executive dysfunction. That, combined with a lofty New Years resolution, I'm aiming to get all of the writing done before the end of 2023. ...Especially because the artists for this game have been extremely patient with me, and I want them to be able to contribute sooner rather than later. Although I might have one or both of 'em draw some stuff to make the Tumblr page look nicer-

So that's why I'm here! To looks for some likeminded writers in the BMC fandom, which I know there are many on Tumblr lmao- If you're interested in helping out, there's two options right now:

The FKC Community Idea Drop:

The FKC Community Idea Drop is a Google Doc for you to just drop your ideas down. Are there any post-Squip ideas/drabbles/scenarios/dynamics you've ever wanted to see fully realized? Well throw 'em on the doc! If your idea makes it into the game, you'll be credited by whichever name you put on the doc, because I don't believe in stealing ideas. This is a non-committal way to contribute to the game at whatever pace or frequency you want. Feel free to just go wild with whatever you wanna put on there!

Link here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/134HD8ZxBILGacL5Zg165A-mU0IX3HbQqynKuyCqctIE/edit?usp=sharing

2. Joining the FKC team

Everyone who has joined the team so far (two artists and a writer) has joined completely voluntarily, purely in an effort to bring this idea to life. I feel like this is a given, but I want to make it clear that this is not a paid job for anyone involved, including myself. Just like Be Less Single, Feelin' Kinda Cocky will be published on a website and/or on Steam for free, meaning I will make absolutely no money off this game. I just want to make a fan-game with the help of my fellow fandom nerds lol

As a writer, I'm hoping we can work collaboratively to come up with storylines, route events, and dynamics between the ships. Whether you want to work on all the routes, or just focus on one ship, I'd love to work with you! I am currently one person attempting to plan out and write four separate routes, all with three different endings if you don't include secret routes, which I will write myself regardless.

I will also say, if you want to multitask (for example, be an artist or a programmer while also being a writer), go ahead.

For the writing (and the game as a whole), I want to make it clear that I care a great deal about positive representation. And I don't mean just making cute little scenes of our favorite ships (though that is absolutely apart of the game); I mean accurately depicting things like trauma, mental illness, neurodivergency, queer experiences, relationships and friendships, so on and so forth. Not only because all the things I listed are important to me, but because they're extremely important to a lot of other people, especially within this fandom.

Now, if there are any other ways you'd want to contribute to Feelin' Kinda Cocky's development, let me know! And if you have any questions at all, my inbox is always open, and so is the Discord server (linked on this Tumblr page)!

Thank you to everyone who's been with the development so far! Hopefully, this turns out awesome when it's done :)

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

The Adventurous Eaters Club

Hi buddies!  Welcome to the first post of yet another project I have chosen to take on because I apparently don’t enjoy sleep in any form. 

To make this even more FUN, let’s do a THING (just in time for #RACultivatingKindness and the Random Acts Food Equity initiative)

One hundred percent of author proceeds from Misha’s cookbook go to charity, including the following: The Edible Schoolyard The Garden School Foundation Whatcom Farm-to-School Fund

One week after each blogpost I do for this little adventure, I will count up the notes on that post and donate $1 per note to one of the above, or to @randomactsorg​.  

If you make a donation to any of these (in any amount!) or buy Misha’s cookbook and send me the receipt in my asks I will match your donation AND you can pick the next thing I cook!

[I say this like I have clout here, but hey why not feed some people, do a little good, and make this interactive!]

With all the preliminaries aside, let’s cook some chicken, under the cut! 

(warning: the photos below the cut contain pictures of raw chicken in case that is a “ew” trigger for anyone.  just warning ya)

Mix ‘N’ Match “Fried” Chicken (page 169)

This is a baked fried chicken tender recipe with three different spice mixtures (for those with children, the intent is to introduce them to diff flavors and also make them less fearful of food with ‘specks’ (or speckles, as L calls them)).

**The first thing I said reading this was “Dammit Misha!  Am I just casually supposed to own a meat mallet?” (does everyone? have I missed out on the meat mallet trend? fallen behind the curve of cool culinary utensil ownership? *hangs head in shame*)

First things first, I’m going to go rogue and tell you that after you cut your chicken breast into tenderloins (or open the package of pre-cut ones), you should salt your meat for at least an hour before cooking it. 

Like so:

pre-salting meat allows it to be seasoned from the inside as well as the outside (the salt will absorb), and also helps lower the risk of overcooking.  I promise it makes a HUGE difference.

While the chicken is salting, set up your dredging station.

This is the point in the process where I realized I am out of eggs.  However, I did have the following substitutes: 1. mayo and 2. half and half.  So what did I do? I mixed them (Misha I’m SORRY).

I am also sorry to you who is reading this post for having to look at photos of mayonnaise and half and half on this fine day.  

But! this does work in a pinch.  You basically need something runny enough to dip but thick enough to stick to the meat.

Also, here is another place Mish and I diverge - he kept the “wet” pan as a single one on the station, but I know how messy I am (in both cooking and life), and due to there being three separate spices in the recipe I divided it into three, so as not to mix it.

[somewhere Jake Abel has been summoned to make a few, um, jokes about this...composition]

Next, the “dry” station - i.e. your flour/spices.  The book uses pie pans for all of this, I - a prepared individual who did not assess not having ANY uniform cookware before starting this cooking blog journey - only had one pie pan, so these are what I used:

team free will 3.0

here they are with spices for each separate one.  do not fear the cinnamon.  I too, was once afraid.  trust me when I say you will no longer be shackled by your doubt once you have tried this.

also, I went rogue again on the last spice mixture which should just be paprika but I did not have paprika (OP check your pantry before you do the next installment of this challenge), so that is the combination I recklessly replaced with it (and I recommend it!!!).

spices plus flour plus salt (for the love of Jack always add salt at each step, I cannot re-emphasize enough that this is so very important, like Sam and Dean hotel room warding important).

Mix ‘em up.

sigh I can already tell my colors will not be as vibrant as the book’s (I know you, you’re thinking ‘OP you just mixed mayo and half and half, and THIS is the crime you are sad about?? but. here we are).  

Next, Misha says to wrap your chicken in plastic wrap.

no, I don’t know why mine is green.  let’s pretend its for Soldier Boy.

time to use the meat mallet which I do not have.  however, in a pinch - a cast iron skillet will do.  (the book also very much advocates for owning one of these and I too am a Cast Iron Truther.  the only pan(s) I use).

meat mallet cosplay.

now,“smash that meat until it’s 3/4 of an inch thick.” 

this takes approximately 30 seconds to a minute with the cast iron (longer if you have pent up aggression).  it’s not a REQUIRED step, but nice for an even cook.

take your flat chicken and start dredgin’ - flour first, just a thin coat

on each side

now take it for a trip to the half and half mayo hot girl summer pool party (or, if you are a real adult unlike yours truly, the eggs you have and previously whisked together for your “wet” pan)

[stop that thought this is a blog for a children’s cookbook]

let the excess run off before sticking this back in the dry mixture for a second coat, then put it on your pre-greased pan.

like so.

what my kitchen looked like at 1:00 a.m.

final touch = the moment I knew Misha, Vicki, and I were kindred spirits as I too like to drizzle melted butter over everything and anything.  

drizzle this liquid gold on top of each piece and

pop those babies in the oven at 350 for 20-30 minutes while you write bad fan fiction sentences (well, what I did then anyway)

then slice ‘em up and put them on this plate.

Yes I added popcorn for garnish as a treat.

My colors as predicted are not as good as the professional food photographer’s Misha’s:

But the flavors were definitely there!! Especially the cinnamon.  Would 10/10 recommend.

Happy cooking!  Asks are open if you have questions or want to yell at me about the mayo thing.  SORRY AGAIN OK

[seenashwrite]

Notes From Nash: Season 15 Episode 1

So here's the thing.

It wasn't bad.

It wasn't great.

Both those things are fine, of course shouldn’t want it to be bad, and matter of fact I didn't need nor want it to be great, better to save great for the finale.

But thing is, it was meh.

The premiere episode of your final season should be tight, tight, tight - no extraneous information or scenes, get in and get out, convey the most crucial of information, lay a foundation upon which to build.

And, well.... 

Meh. 

[Of course, spoilers below cut]

Before we go on - If you're new, hi, I'm Nash. I don't so much recap these things (though I have been known to on occasion, time permitting) as break 'em down regarding the writing. I don't go in any particular order, sometimes it's in order of the ep, sometimes it's topically organized. Bail now if you're interested in meta and reading into shit or whatever. This is constructive critique, where I call it like I see it, both the nailed it-s and the whiffed it-s.

To begin with, let's get this out of the way - because it's relevant to what I'm about to say - that whomever is responsible for approving the release of the Jake Abel-as-Michael shots and the Sam-might-be-Samifer shots and the Dean-Mark-of-Cain shots and hey-is-that-Gabriel's-horn shots is a goddamned dimwit. They just blew some of their wad, right there. That should've been saved for gut-punches in episodes, not in previews and behind-the-scenes and all that other marketing jazz.

That foundation I mentioned before - I get what the season is going to be because, even if I hadn't picked up on it before-----

I had.

-----then I certainly did thanks to Sam's exposition anvil there at the end. *insert eye-roll*  And speaking of the end, that flashback to the shutting of the trunk was so hamfisted, it just... it just wasn't necessary. I've said this before: leave little treats for your longtime fans. That could’ve been one, that echo back to the beginning, but they whiffed it with that insert of the clip. And that's what the entirety of this season should be, frankly. There should be *zero* explaining, *minimal* flashing back, because if somebody's coming into this on year fifteen, then welcome to the fam and all, and also I am so sorry, you need to binge the fuck out of everything and then join in, we ain't got time for that. Neither should the writers. Them's the breaks. They don’t need to accrue new fans for higher/sustained ratings, it’s the end of the goddamn show, so quit spoon-feeding explanations, and with that nice little moment getting skewered, I groan at the thought of all the flashing back and explaining that could potentially lie ahead. 

So, foundation: is the foundation we're building upon this little town? Since that’s where we spent 98% of our precious season premiere time? This town where the ghosts who were interchangeably referred to as souls from hell are all clustered instead of flying away to wherever the fuck they want? Also, don't monster “souls” go to Purgatory? That specific clown was a creature, a rakshasa, not a ghost. If this is the ghost of that monster, did Purgatory bust open, too? If not, why? Why weren't souls also expelled from Heaven? From the Empty? From the Veil? The logical answer is, of course, because Sam and Dean would be no match for all of those, and we have to get them to the end of the season. But those are some nice places to start for laying a foundation: the rules of the game. At least some of the rules, so that they aren’t all dropped in one fell swoop with an exposition anvil from someone later down the road.

****

---> ETA: Several people have brought up to me that the clown is Gacy, not the Rakshasa who appeared as a clown in Season 2 Episode 2 "Everybody Loves A Clown". 

Two things here:

(1) Yes, I checked, and see what y'all mean - the clown we saw is indeed dolled up just like the Gacy ghost from end of S14. I think the writers whiffed this because... 

(2) ...the Rakshasa fits more with what they've shown in 15.1 (the Rak went after a child at her house in 2.2), and it also fits the theme of ghosts from the way-back-when, re: Bloody Mary and Woman In White, so since they've got such a hard-on for this Sam-and-clowns thing and apparently want to drive it into the ground, they should've chosen the Rak  

Also worth noting, the writers never should have made it Gacy in the first place, the most cursory google of Gacy would've told them that the clown thing has been blown way out of proportion and has essentially nothing to do with his murdering (i.e. - it wasn’t his killin’ costume/part of his killing m.o./routine). I won't go into detail here, you can go on that journey yourselves, but his jam was not going after a cabin full of teens, nor children’s birthday parties, nor was it just willy-nilly murdering whomever he laid eyes on. 

It was stupid call by the writers, and they should feel stupid.

****

[pause]

The reason I mention all of these places: these aren’t just the monsters that Dean and Sam have killed. This is what it *should* have been. But I feel - at this point, having no other info - that this is a major whiff on the writers’ parts, having all the souls in hell come to the surface. Because that’s what new demon friend said - that all the doors opened, that hell was chaos. So it’s not just the ones that Sam and Dean killed, at least that’s what I’m divining from that statement. 

[unpause]

I give no fucks about this little town. Try this: Have them going back to the bunker to re-group and seeing things along the way, such as that car on the side of the road like they did. Perhaps they hear about a massacre at a slumber party from Jody. Perhaps Sam is checking the internet while Cas is frowning and looking at his wound, and is like "A mother and child escaped from a birthday party where a bunch of people were killed and they swear it's a clown. Dean - these are all our old cases."

[pause]

Stop with Sam and clowns. We got it. 

NO REALLY WE GOT IT

Or if gonna do it, be creative about it. 

---> shameless plug <---

[unpause]

Then speaking of Cas and the bullet wound - another bit of bad writing, here. Subtlety, writers. Look it up. Here's how it should've gone:

. Cas: [frowning as hand hovers over Sam's shoulder]

Sam: What?

Cas: [narrows eyes; hesitates] Something... I'm not certain. [meets Sam's eye] I don't think I'm able to heal it completely. Are you in much pain?

Sam: [seeming a bit surprised at his own answer] No, actually. It's not-----

[Sam cuts himself off as Cas' hand makes contact with his shoulder; sees blurry, muddled flashes of suggestive visions; gasps and stumbles back] .

See? We arrived at the same place, but elegantly. Less "YOU'RE TOTALLY GONNA BE LIKE A SAMIFER SOMETHING-SOMETHING YOUR VISIONS ARE BACK BLEEEECCCCHHH VOMITS CHUNKY FORESHADOWING"

The point is, the fuck with this town? We're back there next week, too? WHO CARES. And I bet you money, with how much time they wasted in this ep and the time I betcha they're gonna waste next ep, that I----

Er, um. I mean that "they". Ahem. The writers.

----could've combined whatever is going to be accomplished next ep into this one for an actually meaty season premiere. Which this was not. This was not a hearty, filling steak. This was yesterday's meatloaf that's still pretty tasty but soggy.

It's the little things. You scrap every single extraneous bit. Seconds are precious because when you add up enough clumps of them, they can equal minutes. Here's a tiny example: Sam laying on the floor of the crypt and being like "I hear water" then it's like "you hear water?" then "yeah maybe it's a drainage line" then "or a sewer" then "let's break this open", then the breaking, then here comes corpsey friend.

Instead: They're talking and there's increasingly aggressive banging on the door, they all scootch a little closer to the opposite wall, then corpsey busts through. We don't need all that blah-blah. And as much as I love new demon friend, I genuinely do, there was too much blah-blah-banter with him, as well. Huge props on the Alastair callback, *that* is the shit I was talking about earlier, callbacks with no other explanation, just the look on Dean's face when he said it was plenty. Well played, there. 

Otherwise, let's goooooooooo. The pacing was all off, there was *way* too much time wasted, especially with all the Sam and Cas going through the town stuff. Easily two-to-three minutes could've been shaved off of that alone.

Because here we are: what was accomplished that was of import? Jack's body is possessed (and that demon is great, best part of the ep), and he confirmed the cage is open. This is interesting info to have. We got a glimpse of the return of Sam's visions, which hints at a return to how the guys were in the past, so might make us think they - along with the world - are in rewind mode, as well. Also interesting to ponder upon.

[pause]

Which, this then begs: why is Cas not being reset, too? Why are his powers still wonky? Wouldn't THAT have been a real kick in the pants, seeing Cas whup some ass, even if just moderately here at the first and everybody having a "WHOA" moment of looks at each other? And then if so, continuing with the earlier questions that at least should have been asked - I don’t expect answers in ep one but lay the foundation via asks - are all the angels back, as well? Is Billie still officially Death? Because Dean killed Death, did he not? So is O.G. Death back?

[unpause]

And... that's it. That’s what we learned. We knew at the end of last season that Chuck was resetting things. This wasn't new information. We were given the scenes of Bloody Mary and the woman in white and the clown at the end of 14's finale. So this information doesn't count. And like I said above, the guys catching on to this could've been handled in a more expedited fashion so that we can get on with it. The writers have very little time to wrap up the show, and thus far I’m not encouraged by what I’ve seen.

::sigh::

We got work to do, indeed.

[detroitbydark]

Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 4

Pairing: Werewolf! Haz/Reader

Word Count: 1800+

Summary: Haz and Tom have a heart to heart.

A/N: No reader in this chapter but some interaction between Tom and Haz that was fun to write. Thank you to the Tom to my Jake, @aossi for dealing with me as a short little two chapter piece turns into some odd sprawling, world building thing. Love you!

Tom braces up behind the heavy bag as Harrison goes through a quick combination of punches. Four rapid fire pops sound before he’s stepping back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The blonde takes a breath and then moves back to the bag, hissing out a breath with each blow he places.

Tom watches his friend take a step back, thumbing his nose with his glove as he glares at the bag.

Harrison had been agitated for days now, pacing around the office, snapping at employees, working stupid long hours. It wasn’t like him and Tom was ready to get to the bottom of it. His second in command was usually as smooth and as level as they came.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Harrison looks up from where he’s dropped into a crouch to grab his water bottle. He takes a quick drink and then squirts a stream of water onto his face and into his hair.

“Not really.” He grunts pushing up and squaring up with the bag again.

“You’ve been doing this for nearly an hour.” Tom notes, a bored tone to his voice. Harrison rolls his head from side to side, placing a couple quick jabs in the air in front of him.

“I could do this all day. Your point?”

Tom barks out a dark laugh, “Enough Haz...Jesus Christ do I need to make it an order that you tell me what the fuck is up with you? Just make this easy on the both of us mate, what has got your knickers in a twist?” Maybe it’s the last comment but for a moment Tom thinks his best friend may go after him with one of the one-two punch combos he’s been working on. If that’s what it took to get him talking than so be it but he wasn’t looking forward to it.

The men’s eyes stay locked together for a moment longer before Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, his shoulders slumping slightly. Tom feels a bit of relief as he watches his friend start pulling his gloves off, using his teeth to loosen the first. Once they’re off he’s sinking to the floor and slumping back against the wall, his head tipped to the ceiling. Tom sits a few feet from him, bringing his own water bottle to his mouth for a drink before he prods at Harrison again.

“So…”

“I like her”

“Y/n? Figured that’s why you've been chatting and why you brought her around the cafe-“

“No Tom, you don’t get it. It’s not just me. The wolf likes her too.” His admission has Tom stiffening. Well that was a new bit of information to digest.

Tom had dated a few girls before Emily had come along but it didn’t take much more than their first kiss for him to be gone on her and that other half, the wolf, had agreed.

As a boy, His father had explained the wolf was the other half of a man’s whole. The wolf was the instinct that humans had forgotten. Dom Holland had taught his boys to listen to their other half, to take into account what it was telling them. For Tom, when the wolf had chosen Emily he’d known that was that. He’d protect her at all costs, cherish her and keep her as his own til his dying breath. Things had been complicated by his inability to come clean with her and it had left her as a target when a pack war had broken out. He shook his head remembering the gut deep guilt he’d felt, the pain he’d felt seeing her in the hospital and then having to explain…

Now Harrison was here telling him that his wolf had made the choice of a girl he barely knew, one who wasn’t pack, wasn’t wolf.

“Are you sure?” Tom asks knowing it’s a stupid question. Harrison glares at him.

“I fucking know. God, I was kissing her and it wanted more. It wanted me to bite her, Mark her up...” Tom can see goosebumps rising over Harrison’s arms as he talks about it and he remembers how persuasive and tempting the wolf could be.

“What did you want?”

“Well the idea of sinking my teeth into her shoulder didn’t sound too bad.” Tom chuckles but it dies off quickly. Harrison runs a hand roughly over his face.

“I just wanted to be able to take her out and have fun. She’s great...like, bloody perfect but she’s here for what? Another couple months and then back across the Atlantic she goes?”

Tom winces he hadn’t even thought of that issue.

“Have you broken things off with her?” It had only been one date but Tom knew how Harrison got with girls he liked, he was like Velcro texting, calling, wanting to spend time with them. At least until he got bored but if his wolf was wanting to lay claim to Y/N than odds are he wasn’t likely to get bored. He doesn’t bother to point this out.

“I’ve fucking ghosted her man.” Harrison reaches into his nearby gym bag pulling out his phone and pulling up his texts he pushes it into his friend's hand.

Little Red: had a great time yesterday. When can we do it again?

Little Red: work blows. What are you doing?

Little Red: I feel like things kind of ended on a weird note the other night? We good?

Little Red: Alright. I get it. Thanks for lunch the other day. I’ll leave you alone.

The timestamps show the messages sent at different points over the last three days, with the most recent from last night. Tom cringes glancing over at Harrison as he reads them. His friend looks fucking miserable. No wonder he’d been acting like such a cunt the last few days.

“So that’s it?” Tom asks. Harrison gives him a narrowed look.

“And what’s that supposed to mean. Figured you of all people would be relieved by it.” Tom growls lowly.

“Cut your shit, Haz. If you want to see her see her just...don’t make the same mistakes I made, yeah?”

“Tom I barely know the girl and all these...feelings are springing up. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Go with it? I don’t know?” Tom barely dodges the water bottle lobbed at his head.

“And when she leaves? What would you have done if Em had up and gone?”

Tom feels his stomach clench uncomfortably. Yeah, she nearly had but he’s not going to tell Haz (or anybody) about that.

“You don’t want to know brother.” Tom murmurs taking another drink. “Have you thought about maybe it could work. Maybe she’d stay?”

Harrison barks out a laugh.

“Really dude” Tom encourages “you’re the smoothest son of a bitch I know.”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for barely a minute and I drop “hey babe, I’m a werewolf and I’m pretty sure at least half of me is already in love with you. Stay around a while?” Tom do you even hear yourself? She’d think I was a fucking nutter.”

“Do you even SEE yourself, Haz?” Tom asks, “You’re moody as fuck, moping and snapping at everyone around you. You’re already acting like a fucking nutter.” Harrison looks away, finding something interesting on the wall across the room.

“Harrison, call the girl and get your shit together.” Tom pushes up from the floor with a small groan. He stares hard at his friend. He hated to do it to the guy but he’ll pull the alpha card if he needs to. “That’s a fucking order Osterfield.”

Tom doesn’t miss the snarl that escapes Haz’s mouth as he makes his way to the locker room.

The door closes with a soft click and Harrison strides across the room,sinking into the leather chair behind his desk. His hair is still damp from the shower at the gym and his muscles are slowly to ache, the exertion from earlier catching up to him. He had a match in a few weeks and he needed to make sure to pace himself leading up to it. For now though there were other things to worry about.

The face of their Father’s money had been in construction and demolition while the big money had come in by other, more unseemly means. After Emily, Tom had demanded they keep things above board, not willing to put his mate at risk. It had caused a rift between the two generations and lead to Tom and Haz organizing the new pack. It was dicey between the two packs for a while though things between the parents and children eventually returned to normal but the packs stayed separate and the stipulation that things be kept legal would always stand when it came to Tom and Haz.

Now they kept their packmates cared for and employed by running one of the more successful series of clubs and promotions companies London had ever seen. Between the two of them Tom and Harrison oozed enough charm to get the deals they wanted made while Harry and Sam were masters at promotion. Tuwaine headed up security and kept their assets safe and secure with an eye for detail absolutely unrivaled. Emily’s cafe fell under the packs umbrella but she chose to keep it as separate from the clubs as she could, enjoying the comfort of her kitchen and the safe atmosphere her restaurant provided.

Harrison scrolls through the agenda in his phone. Tom had been right. He’d been a world class dick the last couple days and it wasn’t right. He added a note to grab Tuwaine and take him out for drinks at their favorite pub to say sorry. Thankfully the big man was about as understanding as they came but Haz knew he’d been pushing even his good nature to its limits the last few days. Without thinking he swipes from the agenda to his texts and looks at Y/n’s again. He almost wants to thank Tom for making it an order. Almost. He doesn’t know if he would have the balls to contact you again if he didn’t have to.

He types out the text three times.

I’m sorry. Been swamped.

Can’t believe I missed these. What are you doing

I’m a dick do you want to get a drink?

He drops his phone onto his desk after deleting the third one. This wasn’t him.

Propping his elbows on the desk he rests his head in his hands. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the soft press of your lips to his, the way you’d reeled him in for more, the soft, plaintive noise you made. It was so quick, really insignificant in the list of kisses he’d given and received but still, it had been the best he’d ever had. His wolf chided him for letting you go and he was of the mind, now, to agree that it had been thoroughly stupid on his part. His fingers push back through his hair as he sits back up and picks his mobile back up.

I’m sorry about the other night. Can I take you out to dinner? I want to apologize.

[elsaclack]

Hi em I hope all is well with you!!! I have a fic request for whenever you have time/energy to write. I was watching The Golden Child and I noticed amy wearing a little infinity sign necklace. Could you write about jake giving it to her?? Thank you!!! I love you and your writing soooo much

ahsldkFHASDLFKAJSD this is probably not what u had in mind but!!! this is where my brain went i’m! not even sorry!

and I LOVE U TOO SOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH

Holt has been gone for an hour and Amy has been dressed like Holly Gennero for forty-seven minutes and so far, all they’ve done is talk.

It’s not that he minds, exactly. Talking to Amy is probably his favorite thing in the world - tied with making Amy laugh and holding Amy’s hand and cuddling with Amy and boinking Amy and watching TV with Amy and…

It’s Amy, actually, his favorite thing in the world is Amy and she’s his wife and right now she’s sitting with him on a balcony in Mexico gingerly sipping a cocktail through a straw bobbing around in half of a coconut and she’s dressed like Holly Gennero.

For sex reasons.

His wife, Amy freaking Santiago, is dressed like Holly Gennero, specifically for sex reasons.

For forty-seven minutes he’s been sitting next to his craziest, most impossible sex fantasy come to life, and all he’s done is talk to her. About not-sex stuff.

And he’s never been more content in his life.

It’s weird, how not-weird this is.

She’s watching him now, her brown eyes glittering with amusement beneath the fringe of curly Holly hair on her forehead and he’s suddenly aware of the fact that he has no idea what she just said.

The smile blossoming across her face tells him that she already knows.

“Sorry,” he says with a sheepish grin, switching his beer bottle from one hand to the other and wiping the condensation off of his free hand on his shorts.

“It’s the wig, isn’t it? The curls?” She turns her head away just sharply enough that a wave of tight ringlets tumble over one shoulder before turning back to him, her grin much broader and more sly than before.

“They’re nice,” he admits with a laugh, “but I…actually prefer your normal hair. It’s all pretty and soft.”

“Cheeseball,” she mutters, but her eyes are soft with affection.

“I can’t believe he’s actually gone,” he says after a moment of comfortable silence. “I keep expecting him to, like…I don’t know, Spiderman down from the balcony over ours any second now.”

“I know,” Amy laughs as she shakes her head. “I can’t believe we spent our whole honeymoon taking care of our boss.”

“I should have put my foot down,” he says, guilt rising like a tide in his throat. “I shouldn’t have let it go that far. I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize to me for caring about other people,” she says gently. “You have the biggest, kindest heart - if anything, it just reminded me why I love you as much as I do.”

He bridges the gap between their chairs, interlacing their fingers so their hands hang clasped together between their armrests. “Still the right person for you?”

“Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Then, too. And next week, and next month, and next year.”

“What about ten years from now?”

“Raise you twenty.”

“The year twenty-forty-three?”

“Let me save you some time - and some math - you’re my person from now until infinity.”

He reflects her smile for a moment, before leaning toward her. They meet in the middle, the brush of their lips tender and chaste, the prickly hairs of her wig tickling his forehead - the sensation, combined with the lightheaded giddiness coursing through his veins, has him grinning like a fool against her.

Her expression is one of combined curiosity and exasperation when she pulls away. “What?”

“‘Til infinity…and beyond?”

“Yeah? That’s the joke you wanna make right now? We’re married, I just told you you’re my person, I’m dressed like Holly Gennero, and you wanna make a Toy Story joke?”

“I mean I’d like to get you inside so I can save you from the German terrorists, Ms. Gennero, I just thought -”

“It’s Mrs. Peralta.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Gennero is my maiden name,” she says slowly, eyes shining with earnestness and mirth and something deeper, something that makes the heat simmering in his belly begin to stir. “It’s Peralta. Mrs. Peralta.”

He swallows thickly, mouth suddenly dry. “Okay,” he rasps, “Let’s - let’s get you inside - need some medical attention after - after escaping Nakatomi Plaza -”

“The only attention I want is yours, Mr. Peralta,” she interrupts, carefully setting her coconut on the table on her other side. “Hans Gruber wasn’t happy when he realized I’m your wife - thank you for saving me, how can I ever repay you?”

“Oh, it’s about to get real weird in here.” he mutters, and she laughs, stumbling as he yanks her to her feet and leads the way back into their room.

The morning of her birthday - some four months and some-odd days later - starts off far more quietly than he was hoping.

He should count his blessings, of course. He’s actually here for this birthday, for starters - his presence on this day has been a bit of a crapshoot over the last few years. He’s here, and she’s here, too - she may be sound asleep and snoring loud enough to rattle the floorboards, but it counts. They’re both here, they’re both relatively healthy (try as she might, the whole drinking water thing just hasn’t stuck with him yet), there are no impending trials or monster cases or any other scary uncontrollable things looming over their heads.

He should count his blessings, but he can’t.

Because it sounds like Amy is literally sawing logs in their bedroom, and he knows she won’t wake up on her own for hours to come.

“Just a couple of hours,” he mutters to himself as he swipes the spatula through the eggs cooking on the stove top before him, pitching his voice up high, repeating her words still ringing in his head from the night before. “Just a little guidance for the overnight crew, I’ll be home before you finish the Harry Potter marathon on Freeform.”

He scoffs louder than he means to. Amy’s snores continue on.

On a certain level, he knew this would end up happening. The moment her phone rang - which happened to be about half a second after they both settled on the couch to watch said Harry Potter marathon - he knew his plans for her birthday were completely out the window, despite Amy’s exasperated, good-natured assurances that they weren’t.

“Comin’ home at six AM smelling like a whole dog park and sounding like asthmatic Darth Vader,” he mutters, grinning at his own joke in spite of himself as he scrapes the eggs onto the two plates set out on the counter beside the stove. “I’m gonna kill Gary the next time I see him.”

He covers both plates with foil and tucks them into the oven, before snatching the little jewelry box on the counter and tip-toeing out of the kitchen toward their bedroom. He needn’t have bothered - he knows nothing short of a nuclear explosion reaches her when she’s this deeply asleep - but still, he eases the door open and slips inside as soundlessly as possible.

Amy’s star-fished over the bed, torso turned at an angle, head caught in the valley between their pillows. She’s flat on her back - a sign of her increased difficulty breathing - and her mouth is open, drool only just beginning to leak from the corner closer to her pillow. It’s hard to tell with the quilt pulled up as high as it is, but he’s fairly certain she’s still wearing the blouse she left the house in the night before. He stares at her a moment, taking in her awkwardly splayed legs beneath their quilt, her arm bent up under her pillow and the other stretched ram-rod straight across his side of the mattress, curled fingers only just extending past the edge of the bed. Even from here, he can see the dark circles under her eyes, the still red and raw quality of the skin around her nose, her hair uncombed and disheveled on the pillows, the pallor in her forehead and cheeks and neck casting an air of illness about her.

She looks like she’s been dragged through hell and back.

She’s ridiculously, stupidly hot.

She’s his wife.

She’s asleep on her own birthday.

He picks his way across their bedroom floor carefully and sets the jewelry box down on his bedside table before gently moving her arm so that he can perch on the mattress beside her. She snuffles for a moment, pulling her arm out of his grip to cross loosely over her torso, turning just slightly more toward her side of the bed; a moment after she settles, the snoring starts up again.

She’s turned just enough that he has access to a narrow portion of her back, so he slides his hand under her shoulder blade and begins stroking her back with just enough force that it breaks through her subconsciousness. “Babe,” he whispers, and the snoring suddenly cuts off. “Hey, Ames, you awake?”

Her eyes are still closed, but he sees her fingers flex against the quilt; a moment later she turns more earnestly, granting him access to the entire expanse of her back.

(Or maybe it’s so that he can’t see her face anymore.)

“Amy,” he says a little louder, and she hums, legs shifting restlessly beneath the quilt. “C’mon, Ames, wake up.”

“M’tired,” she mumbles hoarsely, and his desire to kill Gary for unknowingly leading her into a dog fighting den crime scene the night before is renewed. “Wanna sleep.”

“I promise you can sleep for the rest of the day if you wake up and have breakfast with me right now.”

She groans - pitiful and reminiscent of a cranky toddler - and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “No breakfast,” she mumbles, “jus’ napping. Join me.”

“I wanna give you your birthday present now, though.”

He feels the muscles in her back stiffen; after a moment he draws his hand back and she rolls just far enough to peer up at him through bleary, blood-shot eyes. “Present?” she repeats.

He nods, hoping his smile looks more suggestive than it feels.

“Do I have to get out of bed?”

He considers her a moment. “I mean...I guess we could do breakfast in bed. I just thought, y’know, crumbs -”

“I’ll get up,” she interrupts, voice deadpan.

“You could open your present in bed, though,” he offers as she throws the quilt off, crumpling it down by her feet.

(He was right, she is still wearing the blouse she left the house in last night - but not her pants. And somehow the sight of his wife in a rumpled, wrinkled work shirt and underwear is almost as hot as it is unbearably endearing.)

She props herself up on an elbow, somehow managing to look interested despite vigorously rubbing the sleep out of her eye with her other hand. “It’s not a sex thing, is it? ‘Cause I love you, and everything, but I can barely keep my eyes open -”

“It’s not a sex thing,” he laughs. Her eyes follow the movement of his hand as he leans forward; they seem to light up significantly when she recognizes the shape of the object in his hand. “Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.” She takes the box when he offers it to her, eyes darting up to his face as she pries the lid up. “I couldn’t find any non-Christmassy wrapping paper.”

She appears not to hear him - all of her attention is fixated on the contents of the box. He smiles at the emotions flicking across her face as she processes it - the delicate chain, the tiny metal pendant, the way it all seems to catch every modicum of light in the room. He remembers the moment he spotted it - scouring the jewelry section of the department store at the mall near his mom’s house. The little infinity symbol seemed to scream his name, glowing beneath it’s own invisible spotlight until the saleswoman pulled it from the case and handed it to him over the counter.

“Jake,” Amy breathes - and a lump rises up in his throat at the realization that her voice is warbling as she fights off tears. “It’s - it’s -”

“You said on our honeymoon that I’m your person until infinity,” he says softly once he’s sure she won’t finish her sentence. “I hope you already know that you’re mine, too, but in case you didn’t, or you forget...” he gestures to the box, to the necklace whose chain is hooked around Amy’s fingers. “Happy birthday, Amy.”

Tears are brimming in her eyes when he meets her gaze again. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, letting the chain slip from her fingers so she can touch his face. He leans down and kisses her - and lifts his hands to cup her face when he feels her smile against him.

Her forehead lingers against his when they break apart, tears only just beginning to fall down her still-sallow face. “Here,” he murmurs, leaning back just far enough to pull the necklace out of the box. She reaches around to pull her hair away as he moves to work the clasp. He plants another kiss on her cheek once the necklace is in place, and then another on her lips when she loosely grips his shirt over his chest to hold him in place.

“I love it,” she whispers when they break apart again. “And I love you. So much.”

“I love you so much, too, and I have breakfast made if you’re awake enough for that now, but I’m also beyond happy to join you for a nap if you’re too tired.”

“Breakfast sounds good,” she murmurs, hands sliding down his chest to land loosely in his on his lap. “I do have one question,” she whispers.

“What’s that?”

“Is this an infinity necklace or an infinity-and-beyond necklace?”

“You are so lucky that it’s your birthday and we’re married and legally share all of our jokes, because otherwise I’d totally sue you for that.”

[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 3b

He froze. Shit. Did she just kiss him?

She pulled back nervously. "I... Erm... I thought..." She babbled.

In order to silence her, Jake kissed her.

They spent several minutes making out, their arms around each other.

Jake pulled away reluctantly.

"What's wrong? You do like me don't you?"

He nodded shyly, “I really like you.” He confessed, “I’ve never kissed a girl before...”

"Really? I wouldn't have known." She smiled.

He nodded and kissed her again.

Louis was laid on the grass outside giggling along with a couple of the lads he knew from the year above. He felt really chilled. A pleasant feeling.

One of the lads passed him a beer.

“Cheers.” He opened the can, “Not bad this party.”

"Yeh, Krystal's family know how to throw a party. Well, her mum and dad are at some kind of retreat - they just leave her big brother in charge."

“Ah right.” Louis nodded.

"Talking of brothers..." One of the other lads remarked. "I wonder if yours has managed to bang Krystal yet..!" He laughed.

Louis laughed, “Probably not.”

"She's not his first is she?"

“I dunno.” Louis shrugged, “We don’t really discuss banging girls!”

"But you have right? You're not a loser virgin."

“Course I’ve fucked a few girls.”

"Cool. Fancy another joint?"

“Nah. I’ll pass. Still enjoying the effects of this one.”

"Fair play mate."

10pm

"No, you said we could watch this film next!" Lottie complained. "I let you pick the last film!"

“But I want to watch this one!” Tilly complained.

"Then you should have picked it when you had the chance." Emily reasoned.

“Urgh! This is lame!”

“Girls, enough.” Charlie said quietly, “Can we please just watch a film?”

Duffy quietly slipped out the room whilst the girls continued to argue.

“Girls!” Charlie warned before he followed his wife.

Duffy yelped when she turned and realised that Charlie was behind her in the hall.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

"I'm fine!" She snapped slightly in reply.

“No you’re not.” He sighed.

"Its nothing, just drop it." Catching sight of herself in the hallway mirror she sighed softly and turned to move away from it.

“Of course it’s something. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

"Noticed what?" She demanded.

“That you’re hiding something from me.” He paused, “I’ve noticed your eating habits have... changed.”

"No they haven't!" She replied defensively.

“You didn’t eat the crisps. You threw them away. I know how anxious you get at meal times.” He stepped closer towards her. “What’s it telling you? Your brain, what’s it taunting you with this time?”

"I just wasn't hungry. Why must you always make such a big deal of these things?"

“Are you anorexic again? Or is it a combination of anorexia and bulimia this time?” He asked, closing the door as they went into the kitchen.

"That was just a bug, I didn't make myself sick!" She was getting angry now.

“I’m not accusing you, sweetheart.”

"Yes you are! You think that I'm so fat again that I need to starve myself and make myself sick!" Her words rushed out as her eyes filled with tears.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you’re fat.” He replied. “You’re beautiful.”

"If you really thought that then you wouldn't accuse me of being ill again."

“I’m worried about you!”

"You don't need to worry."

“I’ll always worry.”

"And that alone stresses me out." She sighed.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, “You’re so gorgeous.”

She tried to pull away, suddenly edgy at the contact.

He sighed and moved his arms from her.

She walked out of the kitchen and back into the lounge.

He sat on the bottom step of the stairs and sighed.

"Daddy the film is starting." Emily told him as she wandered into the hallway.

He smiled sadly as he caught his daughter’s gaze. “I’ll be in, in a minute princess.”

"You ok dad?" She asked softly, sitting on the step next to him.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine sweetheart. I just need a minute.”

"Are you sad coz mama is sad?" Emily whispered.

“Yeah.” He answered quietly.

"Why is she sad?"

“I don’t know why.”

"I could try and talk to her?" Emily suggested with a shrug.

“It’s ok Em.” He kissed her forehead.

"I don't like it when you're sad."

“I don’t like being sad princess. I don’t like it when you’re sad either.”

"Maybe if you give mum a cuddle she'll cheer up?"

“Tried that. It didn’t work.” He sighed.

"Oh..." Emily pondered the situation.

“When did you get so big, Em?” He asked sadly.

"I'm not! I'm still smaller than all the other kids in my class." Emily giggled, nudging her dad's arm.

“I remember the day your mum told me she was pregnant with you.”

"I caused a lot of drama for you both didn't I?"

“No. If it wasn’t for you, your mother and I wouldn’t be here.”

"You love mum lots and lots don't you?"

“Yes honey.”

"She loves you lots too."

Charlie nodded, “I know.” He paused, “Go and watch the film princess. I’ll be in shortly.” He kissed the top of her head.

She shot him a look that indicated that she didn't entirely believe him, her green eyes sparkling in the light.

He bit his lip hard trying to stop the tears in his eyes.

Emily leant over and gave her dad a cuddle.

He cuddled her tightly. As soon as she was gone into the living room, Charlie broke down crying in tears in the kitchen.

Duffy couldn't help but notice that Emily kept looking over at her as they were watching the film.

Charlie decided to go and sit in the garden. He needed some time to think.

“Dad’s sad.” She said to her mum with a shrug, “Coz you’re sad.”

"I'm not sad." Duffy replied reflexively. "Did he tell you that?"

Duffy gestured for her eldest daughter to join her in the hallway so as not to disturb the twins watching the film.

Emily got up off the sofa and followed her mum into the hall.

"What's going on princess?"

Emily shrugged, “Dad's sad.”

"Did he say why?"

Emily shook her head with a sigh.

"OK." Duffy sighed. "You go rejoin your sisters and I'm going to go speak to your dad."

“He was on the stairs before. I don’t know where he’s gone.” Emily nodded and kissed her mum’s cheek, rejoining Lottie and Tilly in the lounge.

"I think I know where..." Duffy mumbled to herself as she headed to the back garden. She lent against the doorframe of the back door. "You planning to share that?" She teased, indicating the cigarette in his hand.

“Maybe.” Charlie replied back and took another drag of the cigarette.

"You know that's a filthy habit..?" She chastised him but there was a glimmer of a smile on her lips.

“Uh huh. I know.” He patted his knee, “Come and sit here?”

She did as he asked, perching on his knee and stealing the cigarette from his mouth.

“I don’t like it when you’re sad.” He said quietly.

"I didn't mean to upset you."

“You didn’t.” He kissed her neck.

She took a drag on the cigarette, coughing slightly as she blew the smoke out.

“How long have you been struggling with your eating again?” He asked quietly.

She sighed. "I've noticed these last few months that I don't seem to be as toned as I was, no matter how hard I try. I thought if I cut back a little it would help but..." She sighed again.

“It hasn’t?” He asked.

"Paul asked me earlier if I was going to have another baby. I tried to brush it off but, well, I'm clearly fatter than I thought." She sighed, taking another drag on the cigarette.

“You’re not fat! Duffy, there’s hardly anything on you.” He sighed, “Paul asked you about another baby? Him and Oli have been asking me for days if we’re going to have another baby.”

"Really?"

He nodded.

"The other kids would have a fit!"

He laughed, “Yeah they would.”

"We're far too old for that kind of nonsense again." She giggled.

He rested his head on her shoulder lightly. “You’re beautiful. As for your figure, I haven’t noticed any changes.”

Taking hold of her husband's hands she moved them around her waist. "See?" She pressed his hands into her stomach which was a little softer to touch but barely noticeable to look at.

“What?” He really had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling.

"I worked damn hard to get my stomach muscles back after I had Paul but now they're just all flabby."

“Are they? I can’t tell...” He moved his hands to her hips.

"It doesn't seem to matter what I eat or how much exercise I do." She sighed.

“You’re gorgeous! And you look bloody amazing for someone who's had seven children!”

"Hmm..."

“You really do.”

[lady-olive-oil]

Work Out: Chapter 1

The moment you’ve all been waiting for; chapter 1 of Work Out. It took a lot out of me to finally get this out and im glad it’s here. The song in this is My Love For You by Sevyn Streeter, and I’m having it to where Geneva sings a few songs and have written some. Hence why it’s so long and the lyrics are in it, i recommend you listen to it while Geneva sings. So without further ado, here we go! If ya wanna be apart of my Lil Nasties Tag Squad, let me know!

Warning(s): nothing but language and a few heated moments

Word Count: 3,009 [i snapped]

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-3 Weeks Later-

“What in the pink Himalayan salt, is this shit?!”

The year barely started and I was already in deep with issues. With trying to open up my own gym; moving and trying to spend time with my friends, my soon to be ex husband just had to add more things to his side of the divorce settlement.

“Genevieve Leona. Language.” Her father had the chance to look over the new settlement that she has given, checking to see if there were any plausible loopholes.

Placing a gentle kiss on her father's graying cheek, she handed him a glass of water, before sitting across from him at the island.

“Sorry dad. But you of all people should know how difficult this is. You've handled cases harder than this.”

“Sweet pea, I get it. I do, but I need for you to calm down please?”

His hardworking hands were placed on top of my delicate one's, trying to ease my pain. Who knew that going through a divorce was so time consuming and dreadful.

“He just works my nerves. I’m glad I went with the prenup before hand, because he would've gotten half of my building space. Which I’m not having that.”

Opening my own space is a dream of mine, something I've always wanted since I was 12. Whether is was going to become a gym; a skating rink or a combination of both, I was going to have it. Jake knows about it too, but he doesn’t like seeing me succeed more than him.

“We’ll get this all straightened out soon enough. In the meantime, don’t work yourself up over this clown. Like ya mama says ‘he ain’t worth hella beans.’ She’s wise you know. Imma head on home, and we’ll talk more later.” A hearty chuckle escaped him, as he kissed my head before heading to his car, to make it home before the sunset.

“I know, I know. She was right about this one, maybe. Call me when you get home, pops. Ok?” Giving him one more goodbye kiss, I waved at him before making it back inside.

“Operation: Get Jake out of my Life, is a go. All I need is some wine and dancing. I know just who to call.”

Picking up the phone to dial the FaceTime group chat, I was greeted by the other two angels in my life.

“What’s up golden girls. Y’all busy this weekend?”

“Nah not really no. We could go out tonight, I just finished up the schedule for the upcoming comic con in July. Gotta have costumes on deck to win. Ryan and I are good to go, his work thing ain’t till Thursday right?

Destiny never stopped working, even after college she made sure her coin was on point.

“I’m free this weekend too. Yeah him and John have this medical convention Thursday, which I clocked it to be 15 min away, so we all good to tag along as a group. Whatcha have in mind?”

Cynthia, our resident spy, could never be too careful when it came to men she dated. But Johnny never gave her a reason to doubt him.

“Skate night at Roller Jam. I need to get loose for a few hours to some Cool & The Gang. Besides it’ll give y’all a chance to see ya girl get down on some wheels.”

Roller skating has been in my blood since I was in the womb. My parents met at a roller skating rink and they’ve been groovin ever since. I happen to be the captain of my own roller skating team called Roller Queens. Best team to ever roll into Staten Island.

“I can get down with that, be like old times.” Destiny agreed.

“Great times. Oh what about Mr. Tall, blonde and gorgeous? Have you talked to him lately?” Cynthia changed the subject.

“Ha ha. No I haven’t. But he has been blowing up my Instagram like crazy. I have replied a bit though, nothing too drastic. Some chicks  have been messaging me like ‘get away from him’; ‘he doesn’t want a hoe like you’ or ‘you’re not his type. Step off’ These little girls man, I’m telling you.”

It’s not like I don’t want Florian, I mean who doesn’t? Have you seen him lately? All jokes aside, I’m not looking for anything serious right now no way. I’m too busy trying to get my divorce finalized.

“We know you clapped them back. No time for the girls, this is grown woman ish.”

“What Dede said.” Cynthia chuckled a bit, candying is all to join in and I saw her man in the background. So I gave him a wave before looking at the time.

“Speaking of time, it’s getting late. I have to go get Leilani from the recording studio today since Lucas has their car and his game ran late. Plus Donny is on a date so, Older sister to the rescue.”

“We’ll see you at the rink Friday, ok?” Destiny said as she moved around the kitchen only for Ryan to say hi to me as well.

“Yeah. At like 5 ish, it’s late skate so it’s better. See y’all later. Mwha!” Sending then both my love and kisses, we hung up and went on about our business.

As I got ready to head downtown, I got a text from Michael saying he’s still in town for the next few weeks. That could only mean one thing: it was for business. Which also meant that Florian would be with him too. Maybe my week we starting to look up. I texted him what studio I’d be at, kill two birds with one stone.

Walking into the studio, I heard the smooth R&B sounds of Leilani’s voice through the speakers. This is where she’s always in her element, she turns everything out and puts her all into her vocals and practices. I couldn’t be more prouder of my siblings for going for their dreams.

“Good job little bird. Come out real quick would ya?” I smiled happily as she walked out the booth, proceeding to give me a hug in return.

“You really think I’m good? I know I need more practice, but I know I’m getting better day by day. How’s life going for you? Jake still being a little shit?” Leilani arched a brow, sitting in the chair across from me.

“As always. He added more “demands” to our divorce settlement, and I’m pretty sure I can’t meet them at all. So he’s stuck with his shit, and I keep mine.” I shrugged a tad, spinning in my chair and Leilani gave me a look.

“Well I hope he gets what he’s asking for cause all this is too much on me, and I ain’t even the one divorcing him. Let’s get your mind off of it, why don’t you go sing in the booth one time?” She suggested and the look turned into a smile.

“Me? In the booth? I haven’t done that in years Lei.” 6 years to be exact, but who's counting.

“That’s just it. Give it a shot and try it. That one song you were working on for the talent show, back home. What was it called?” She really wanted me to sing for her once. Anything for my sister I guess.

“My Love For You. It’s called My Love For You.”

“See?! Please sis? I want to hear you sang one time. I got Marcus here and we can cut it real fast. Nothing like a side hobby next to skating right? Please!” Leilani held my hands and gave me a puppy dog pout.

“Fine! Fine I’ll do it.” I broke down and earned a squeal from her, as I went into the booth. Putting on the headphones I saw Michael and  Florian walk in just in time.

“Oh snap, cuzzo going in the booth.” Michael received a hug from Leilani, before he introduced her Florian who was a smitten kitten over seen Geneva again.

“Yeah yeah. Mike, don’t distract me please I’m in my zone. And you brought Florian too. Now I gotta show out.” I shook my shoulders a bit, receiving some laughs from the group before getting the signal from Marcus.

“Yes I’m here too. Michael didn’t tell me you could sing. So I am interested even more now.” The smirk that etched his perfect face wasn’t helping the fact that he looked good in his red track suit. Jesus be a fence.

Did it get hot in here? The heat must be on cause my face was feeling warm, when he smirked at me. I can not lose myself over this man.

“I’m ok. Been a while but maybe it’ll all come back to me soon.”

With a slight nod, I opened my phone to the lyrics I had saved in my notes, and just went with the rhythm. I had to think of something that made me happy in order to do the song. At the time it was Jake but, now I just had myself.

The track started off and Leilani was already vibing to the beat. Michael was too, with Florian soon falling in line. Controlling my breathing, getting the hang of it all over again. Hearing the background vocals, I got into the groove.

I, I'm saving all the

I'm saving all my love for you (to you, I)

I'm saving all the love (whoo, oh)

I'm saving all my love for you

Looking straight at Florian, I decided pour all my emotion into the song to practically let him know what i was feeling without being direct.

Ridin' round town in your black Impala

With my baby, yeah, that's my partner

Look the other way when they tryna holler

So unbothered, we're so unbothered

See I got niggas slidin' in my DMs

Stevie Wonderin' if I'ma ever see 'em

But I don't pay that shit no mind

No, I don't give that shit no time, no time

I just curve 'em from the a.m. to the p.m

Oh, baby, you're the reason

That none of these niggas can touch me

Ain't none of these niggas get lucky

No, no, no, no, no

Florian’s POV

“Man, I think she’s singing to you.” Michael lean over towards me, mumbling about something as a smirk appeared on my face.

“Maybe so. Remember the bet I told you about, that we set at the New Years party? I still have to prove myself to her a lot if I want to make this work.” I mentioned while leaning against the wall. Entranced by her voice.

“Yeah yall both told me about it actually. You think you can do it? I mean she’s pretty persistent with whom she dates. Last guy only lasted 3 weeks, on top of her on going divorce cause Jake plays too much.” Michael had informed me about her future ex husband and how much of a moocher he is. The faster he leaves, the better chance I have.

“Better me than him.” I knew i had to make a good impression on her at least, because she hasn’t been treated right in so long from what I’ve been told by her friends. Giving her my undivided attention, I know she felt the sudden shift in change.

Geneva’s POV

Whatever the boys were talking about must’ve been important, by the way there were engaged in the topic. Once Florian looked at me again I got back into the zone, hitting those notes.

Only you, yeah, it's only you that get my attention

Only you, swear it's only you, ain't no competition, no

'Cause baby, you give me everything that I've been missin'

That's why I'm saving all my love for you

yeah yeah, saving all my love

Saving all my love for you

(I'm saving all my love)

Saving, saving all my love, I'm saving all my love for you

It ain't with nobody else, you got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do, baby

And I'ma keep saving all my love for you

Oh oh oh

Saving all my love for you, saving all my love for you

(I, I'm saving all the love I'm saving all my love for you) Yeah

I felt the rhythm all over my body while moving to the beat, imagining what it would be like to be with someone who might actually love me for me.

Yeah, if I had a hundred, I would break you off a fifty

Yeah, I know you'd do the same, I know you'd split it with me

Yeah, on ya team, Micheal Jordan, Scottie Pippin

Long as we got each other, I ain't trippin'

You the one, you the realest, you the realest (I, I)

Only you, yeah, it's only you (only you) that get my attention

Only you, swear it's only you, ain't no competition, no

'Cause baby, you give me everything that I've been missin' (oh)

That's why I'm saving all my love for you

“Oh shit, sis is snappin on the vocals.” I could hear Leilani through the cracked door with one headphone on my right ear. It felt good seeing her vibe to me singing, it was something we do growing up. To get that opportunity again was amazing. Florian kept smirking at me, with a sudden lovey look in his green-gold eyes. He was leaning by Marcus, on the soundboard just in tranced by everything. I gave it my all and even hit a high note in there.

Saving, saving saving all my love

Saving all my love for you

I been saving (saving it for you)

(I'm saving all my love)

Saving all my love, saving all my love for you

You got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do, baby

And I'ma keep saving all my love (all my) for you, oh (oh yeah)

Saving all my love (my love) for you, saving all my love for you

All (you) my (you) love (you) for you

(You) all (you) of my love saving all my love

You got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do baby, yeah yeah

You got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do baby, doin' what you do baby, yeah

You got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do baby, doin' what you do baby, yeah yeah

You got it all to yourself

Just keep doin' what you do, baby, doin' what you do, baby, hey

Oh, what you do to me, baby

Oh, what you do to me, baby

I, I'm saving all the

I'm saving all my love for you (for you, I)

I, I'm saving all the

I'm saving all my love for you

Sending a wink in Florian’s direction, the game had started for us both. I had remembered that skate night was this weekend, the perfect opportunity to get this bet started. Coming out the booth feeling giddy about myself, I received a hug from my sister gaining my confidence over tenfold.

“You my dear, have a gift.” Florian took my hand and placed a kiss on top of it, trying to sway my way.

“Thanks. It’s one of my hidden talents, that I let you see without an ulterior motive.” with an arch in my brow, I gained a few laughs in the room. Looking him up and down, he eyed me too.

“You plan on giving me a show with your other talents, love?” He arched his brow as well, biting his bottom lip. Michael and Leilani were eating up the commentary.

Leilani took a picture of me for a split second, along with getting one of Florian with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Now yall both can either kiss already or do the first challenge. Am I right?” Mike reminded us both, setting the whole mood in motion.

“He’s right. Listen, this friday there’s a skate night at my old stomping grounds; Roller Jam in Staten Island. If you can skate to the beat, with some rhythm, I’ll go on a date with you.” crossing my arms across my chest, I felt confident in myself and always up for a challenge.

“Roller skating? You may have to help me out then. I’m tall enough but willing to learn.” Florian nodded in agreement and smiled genuinely at me. He handed me his phone to plug his number in, to set the game in motion and vice versa.

Sending the directions to the skating rink to him, I managed to take a picture of myself for the contact, and he did one for his in my phone. Before I left with my sister I set the tone of the challenge, standing on my tippy toes in my vermillion Nike Air Maxs, and placed a sweet kiss to his cheek. Looking into the reflective mirror on the wall I saw his cheeks turn red. His scent caught my senses, and it was intoxicating. He smelled like a warm fire and cocoa, something I wouldn't mind snuggling up against. Pulling away, I saw him look into my eyes for a split second, drawing me in but I had to be strong.

“Let the games begin, Munteanu.” With a gentle whisper against his ear, I grabbed my things and left him there speechless. Watching him watch me walk away with a sway in my hips.

“Let the games begin indeed, Shaw.” he was biting his plump bottom and giving me a once over one last time.

“You got it bad for my cousin bro. Let’s just hope for your sake, Jake doesn't come around and try to win her back.” I heard my cousin say to Florian as they left as well.

“I’d like to seem him try. I never lose.” the confidence in his voice stirred something in me, awakened the desire in me to finally be happy.

If Jake thinks he can mess up my fun, well he’s got another thing coming.

[jestersprite]

[s] Collide

the music, was of course, beautiful. with that outta the way

which part were davepeta, aradia, and sollux watching

when karkat was like instantly killed....yikes

i feel like i shouldda asked sooner: why the fuck is there a big hole is prospit?

the way that john, roxy, and rose kept combining their powers to attack the condesce was SO COOL

roxy fighting against the condesce was so unique, i loved the foot and pony she made outta cubes

i didn’t expect arquius to get involved

when he summoned the fridge to hit the big green guy, i actually felt bad for gamzee

i was wondering why karkat was having so much trouble with the little felt guy (number four). hes the leprechaun with the power of luck!! one of the most powerful trolls, i feel so bad for karkat

when nannasprite came with jane to heal jake, and she made cookie, everybody stopped fighting to eat them lmao

when little liv tyler came with her undead salamanders.....<3

literally i was so mad at the striders and terezi for fighting with the jacks, like, leave em alone so they can kill eachother!!!

whenever dirk used his soul powers, it was SO COOL

at a certain point, when terezi and dave combine-fought, things were just happening on screen, it was a little hard to figure out

WHEN DADBERT CAME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! LEGIT HOW STRONG IS THAT MAN, AND WHERE DID HE GET ALL THOSE BAKED GOODS FROM

tbh i didnt really care for the dogs fighting at all. jade tried to make peace and got punched >:( !!!

little caliborn killed his denizen :(

vriska vs hussie ???? legit why

when karkat was crying in the middle of the woods with number 4 jumping on him.... :(

everytime lord english killed any of the ghosts, i got real sad

also yeah that dude is unstoppable

davepeta vs lord english!!!!!!!

there was an UNDERTALE REFERENCE

man i really hope jane is ok :(

when gamzee was crying in the fridge, i felt SO BAD

JAKE BEAT ALL THE FELT MEMBERS

karkat beat that stupid lucky guy

jade was really trying to keep them peaceful. i was really surprised when PM punched her!!

what is up with dirk and getting his head cut off

i wonder where all the daves went to after killing the jacks

that ending was a little offputting

and that was [s] collide!!

[callsignbaphomet]

OC Interview

1. What is your name? “Jelani Haakonson.”

2. How old are you? "20."

3. What do you look like? "Long hair, blue eyes, black, according to somebody way too tall."

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now? "Originally from Capital Wasteland. Now I'm kind of nowhere really. I mean, we took a bunker we found and cleaned it out and now we're holed up there but we move around a lot and honestly, once we get tired of Boston we're shipping out to whoever the fuck knows."

5. What was your childhood like? "Bittersweet I guess. It wasn't exactly charming or easy. Eh, not something I revisit often."

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? "Ok, so I may or may not have gotten on Preston's bad side--not that I give a shit. Probably not on best terms with those railroad quacks after I insulted them. I mean, it wasn't an insult I was just being honest that they took it as an insult is a them problem. I don't think the 'Institute' is real so obviously not allied to them or whatever. I kinda stay away from the BoS in the area and apparently Nisha wants to and I quote stab me in the throat, pull out the knife and make Angelus choke on my blood and it sounds kinky as fuck but I'm still waiting for that stabbing.

Think the only people we actually get along with is The Pack and The Operators. Oh, and those really sweet ghouls up in that farm and Varg from that group of ghouls that live on that ship.”

7. Tell me about your best friend. "He's an idiot, way too loud, way too hyper, wastes far too many bullets and barely hits anything, skinny, little pale twink that I loved enough to marry. He's still an idiot though."

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them! "Ja, I have an older brother. He taught me everything our parents taught him. I was too little to remember a lot of it so after they died he picked up where they left off. Basically raised me. He's nice, a little too nice for his own good but he means well. He'll help anyone no matter what."

9. What about a partner or partners? "Yeah, husband. Talked about him earlier."

10. Who are your enemies? And why? Aside from Nisha I might sorta, kinda be wanted by the NCR and it's probably a good idea to never go back to New Vegas.

Thing with Nisha is because she found out I was talking trash about her and her little group. At least The Pack surprisingly has a clear view of what they want, Operators obviously know what they want and what to do. Nisha and those rabid little assholes just wanna kill everything and ok in a way I can admire that but there’s no pay off to it, there’s no point. And I just don’t like the bitch and she needs to live with it. Still waiting for that stabbing, Nisha. Need my address?

NCR is a huge mess. I don’t even remember why we were fighting but this asshole named Lucien just started shit with my brother so obviously I wasn’t having any of it so I stepped in. Shit escalated and we shot ‘em and took their coats because...fuck them all. NCR found out and of course now we’re on bad terms with them to the point where it’s kill on sight."

11. Have you ever heard of the Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? "Ok with all due respect to my mother I think they're just glorified raiders who come to places they're not wanted and like locusts take what they want and use people only to then move on and leave the area all the worse. I get why my mother joined but I'm glad she went awol."

12. What about The Enclave? "I don't know that much, I don't even think they're around anymore. All I know is my maternal grandmother was in The Enclave."

13. How do you feel about Super Mutants? "Annoyed. Trigger happy freaks who just never calm the fuck down."

14. What's the craziest fight you ever been in? "This was back in New Vegas and we were in the strip. So a couple of us were at Gomorrah, there was a lot of drinking. So after some fucking around on the courtyard we all head up to one of the suites and we're passing around more drinks, chems of all kinds and prostitutes. So there was this one prostitute I can't even remember what the fuck he looked like but he was crazy for jet and guess what I had plenty of. Later that night someone comes to the fucking door asking for a Jake. None of us really know each other, we were all just a bunch of mercs fucking around. So everybody starts asking for a Jake and who was it? The guy who I was balls deep in. Great. Turns out that bitch was that guy's favorite but I'm an asshole about it, I'm drunk and high off everything you can imagine. I walk up to the guy at the door and tell him that he can have him back once I'm done with him and close the door and we get back to it. Guy doesn't like that but walks away.

So we're all still drinking and fucking and suddenly we hear gunshots down the hall and the same dude from before yelling for Jake to come out. He kicks down the door, fights his way through the group and pulls out a knife while he yells that that's his bitch I was fucking. I don't even know why but I just put my hand up, I guess I was trying to grab his hand but ended up putting my palm in front of me and he just stabs my hand. At that moment I didn't feel a thing. The whole room just stopped and we're all looking at my hand and that psycho. I shake my hand to get it off but all I'm really doing is spraying blood everywhere and we all start laughing but that guy wasn't laughing so he yells and goes to shoot but two other guys this one prostitute push the guy and they wrestle the gun from him somehow. I'm still laughing really loud and I don't know why but I grabbed him and stood him up and I pushed him. Pushed him hard enough that he went through the window and the last thing we heard was this really nasty splat.

We all looking at the dead guy and then at each other and the girl that got the gun off him just yells out this really slurred bye and we lose our shit. We're laughing hard and making a bigger raucous and just then some Omerta assholes walk in with guns drawn and shit. She was the only one who wasn't drunk or high so she tells 'em what the fuck just happened and they just give us a generic warning and we keep going till we blackout. I woke up two days later near Novac and Loke looking at me like a disappointed dad and talks my ear off for an hour. I don't remember what the fuck he said I was hungover and my hand hurt like a bitch. No regrets that was a hell of a fun night."

15. Have you ever fought a deathclaw? "...I have and on several occasions but one sticks out and it's probably the worst moment of my life. When Loke and I realized we were wanted by the NCR he goes up to me and says, 'Lillebror, we need to get the fuck outta here. Now.' So he's panicking and he never panics so I'm panicking. Long story short we go with this caravan who's moving to Boston because you know there's safety in numbers and they have a map and they've used that same route dozens of times.

Turns out there was a really bad storm and the usual route was blocked off by this massive tree and if we didn’t have some brahmin with us and there wasn’t a caravan we could have climbed over it. So we’re looking at the map and I notice this route through what I’m guessing used to be some mines that led back to the main route. That route was the fastest but hadn’t been used for a long time but I keep insisting it’s better than going through the other one which would cost us about 3 days. So we go and we literally walk into a goddamn deathclaw nest. We manage to kill one since it was already wounded but then the other one shows up and Loke tries to lure it away from the group while I get everyone to a safe distance. Once I do I go back for my brother and I try to get that thing’s attention so Lo can hide. Didn’t exactly go as planned and I watched Lo and the deathclaw fall.

I thought he’d died and I don’t know I stayed at the nest just waiting. I don’t know those few days after are a blur and the only reason I snapped out of it was because Dagny was injured and she was hungry and I knew she wouldn’t be able to survive on her own. So I finally got up and walked to Boston because of her.

Luckily Lo made it and we eventually found each other again but that was the worst deathclaw encounter I’ve ever had.”

16. Do you like fighting? “Not particularly, I mean, if I have to I will but I don’t actively try to look for fights.”

17. What's your weapon of choice? “Antimaterial sniper rifle that used to belong to my mom. I can pretty much use anything but that’s my go to.”

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) Combination of skills. I was basically trained since I was a kid to use most any weapon and how to survive out there. Also picked up how to hack into any terminal I come across. I leave the charm and manipulation and lockpicking to Angelus and any and all robot know how to Lo.”

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think of them? “Yeah, we actually went looking for a violin for this old lady, it was inside a vault. I don’t really know what to think of them aside from the fact that they’re really creepy.”

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? “Look I have a lot of specific things I take with me whenever I go out there and a metric fuck ton of Rad Away is one of them. I never eat anything that’s raw and I spend a long time washing food before I cook it. I’ve barely had to deal with that shit and I intend to keep it that way.”

21. What's your favorite wasteland critter? “Fine, I might be a bit biased but night stalkers and dogs. Dagny’s been an amazing pet and Maya’s an absolute sweetheart.”

22. What's your least favorite wasteland critter? “Deathclaws. Hate them to death. I don’t like admitting to it but they scare the fuck out of me and whenever I run into one I’m scared to death that it’ll hurt or kill someone I care about and I get into this weird fight or flight state where I’m either gonna run the fuck away as fast as I can or I fight till I run out of bullets or it kills me.”

23. How do you feel about robots? “To be honest they kind of used to freak me out a little especially robobrains but watching Loki put ‘em together and fix ‘em is actually pretty interesting and Kat’s fun. She’s bitchy in a fun way.”

24. How many caps do you have on you right now? “I never leave without at least 400 caps, you never know what the fuck’s gonna happen out there. There’s also several stashes with at least 200 caps in them that Angelus and I have hidden in areas we frequent.”

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? “Fuck, man, Nuka always, especially Nuka Cherry. When I saw the damn bottling plant over at Nuka world I nearly cried.”

26. Do you do chems? “Uh...not really anymore. Ok, as a teenager I was drinking a lot and basically trying every chem anybody would offer. I didn’t keep any with me because I knew my brother would kick the shit out of me. I didn’t use frequently because I was afraid Loki would find out and I was really cautious about addiction. Now skip forward to Boston and this was after the deathclaw incident and I thought Loki was dead and I blamed myself for what happened and I wasn’t in a good place at all I’ll admit it. Met Angelus and some of his friends and they were getting high and/or drunk all the goddamn time we went to Nuka World and it got to a point where I thought that it would be better if I just died so I took to jet because it was the only thing that would numb me enough to stop feeling anything especially the guilt. On one particularly shitty day I was drunk and that exacerbated that guilty feeling so I hid and took one hit after another until I blacked out and next thing I know Angelus was pumping me full of Addictol while this other Operator helped him. Apparently I was declared dead for two minutes and when I came to I was fucking pissed off at him. That was the point and he fucked it up for me but I’m actually grateful for it and after that I stopped taking any of it and he actually slowed down on using any of them. He occasionally still used but not as much as before and he’s kinda stopped ever since we got married so win-win I guess.”

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? “No, I don’t actually. That time is long gone and it’s never coming back so there’s no point in wasting time and energy into thinking about it. I’ve read up on it several times and while it sounds practical it also sounds utterly boring and I don’t know if society as it is now could possibly go back to it, not when we’ve lived this way for this long.”

28. What's your deepest regret? What would you do differently? “I have plenty of regrets but there are some I regret more than others. I regret suggesting that route that led to that nest, I regret getting addicted to jet and overdosing on it but I especially regret the one time I was brave enough to kill myself. This was obviously before I found out that Loke was still alive, this was after the overdose and way before we got married. I told Angelus to look after Dagny while I went out to do a favor for someone. I just kept walking and walking until I ran into this small abandoned bunker and I broke in and just dropped on the floor and just stayed there for days. I was choking on this guilt and I didn’t know how to make it stop. So I grabbed the knife I always carry with me and I just cut as deep as I could and waited. Few minutes later I could hear barking and in rushes Dagny followed by Maya, Angelus, Ginger, and Abigail. Spent a few weeks at their place. Didn’t eat, didn’t talk, barely moved, three of them watched me like a hawk. I’d made up my mind to eat a bullet as soon as they let their guard down but Angelus got pissed the fuck off at me and he started yelling at me. Told me I was acting like an asshole and being selfish. I finally spoke up and told him that I should’ve died with Lo and he actually pushed me and told me that Lo didn’t sacrifice himself only for me to go and kill myself and that by doing that I was spitting in his face and it made sense. We just stayed in bed for a few days, cried more than I ever did in my entire life and I don’t know it just made a bit of sense.

If I knew that I would eventually run into Loke and find out that he was still alive I would have never done any of that especially after Lo saw the scars and asked and I didn’t lie. I should’ve but I didn’t wanna lie to him and he was crying and I was crying and it was a bit of a mess. He told me that he thought about doing it too when he wasn’t able to find me and thought that maybe I’d died. That’s my biggest regret.”

29. What's your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? “Look in this day and age I’ll consider growing old and dying of natural causes like the ultimate achievement.”

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? “Don’t really have a plan, I mean, I’m just kind of winging it. For now we’re here in Boston but who knows, if there’s some other place we could run off to we’ll go and take it from there.”

Tagged by @wild-w4steland-snip3r (thank you, dear, this was super fun!)

Tagging @spiderkingtony and anyone else who actually read through and wanna do it.

[musicboxunwinds]

!! NEW INTERVIEW !!

One of our favourite bands just now has got to be The Interrupters! They have brought a punk sound to ska and breathed new life into the genre. It’s refreshing to see another female role model for this genre and be up there with some of the biggest names in punk. 

You will be able to catch The Interrupters at Slam Dunk Festival this weekend, where they’ll be hitting up the Punk in Drublic stage along with the likes of NOFX, Bad Religion, Less Than Jake and many more!

Read on to see what Aimee, The Interrupters’ awesome lead singer has to say about the band and Slam Dunk!

Huge thanks to Aimee and Anna.

1. Punk in Drublic Festival will be in at Slam Dunk and in the UK for the first time this year, how does it feel to be just one of a handful of bands to play that stage?

It feels like home! We have been lucky enough to play some of the Punk In Drublic shows in the US last year. We have also played shows with every band on our stage so it will be like a punk rock family reunion!

2. You can clearly hear Rancid’s influence on the band’s sound, what has been like to work them over the years? Do you think they’ve helped helm your sound and style more?

Rancid and Operation Ivy are huge influences on us. We all grew up on the Give Em The Boot compilations so it’s an honor to be on Hellcat records and even crazier have Tim Armstrong as our producer and mentor. We couldn’t be in better hands for the kind of music we make! On our new album all of the members of Rancid sing a verse on “Got Each Other”. That happening was a huge bucket list moment for us!

3. As time goes by and you have new releases coming out, do you find your approach to writing music has changed or do you just go with what comes more naturally?

We are writing all the time. Our approach to that never really changes. Sometimes our recording process will be a little different depending on the song or record but we always approach songwriting the same, and that’s just trying to write our truth.

4. I read that The Interrupters are the first female fronted ska band to have a radio hit since No Doubt, why do you think it’s such a rare occurrence?

I think it’s probably rare because the roots of punk rock and ska have always been predominately underground, although it has dipped in and out of the mainstream throughout the years. We are incredibly grateful for all the radio love we have received on this album. We never went into to the writing or recoding process with the goal of making a song for radio but we always want our music to be heard by as many people as possible. I think it’s a combination of timing, hard work and a little bit of magic!

5. Who are you wanting to check out at Slam Dunk and who would you recommend to those reading?

Honestly, EVERY band on the Punk In Drublic stage! NOFX and Bad Religion are living legends.

6. What are The Interrupters plans for the rest of the year? Europe tour in June, USA in July and going to Japan for the very first time in August! 7. Is there anything you’d like to say to those reading to wrap things up? Check out our new album Fight The Good Fight!

[shaniahnoel]

Everything Has Changed: Chapter 7

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Some mention of trauma?

Master List

It was hard to look at her father in the hospital bed. He was superman, but now he’d met his kryptonite. There was an oxygen mask on his face and tubes coming out of him in several places. His strong arms laid limply at his sides, one heavily bandaged. The blankets hid his lower body for which she was grateful. Each breath seemed to pain him, and Riley stared down at the hand she held, unable to gaze elsewhere. She kept a firm grip on Ellie in her lap who couldn’t contain her curiosity and had nearly pulled out her father’s IV twice.

“Do you want to do the mechanic work?”

“I want to help in any way that I can. I can do it.”

She meant to glance up quickly, but he caught her gaze and held it. “I’ll be okay, Riles.”

“I know,” she answered thickly, trying to stifle the tears. “It’s just… you look so…,” she nuzzled her face into Ellie’s shoulder to hide. Her father squeezed her hand firmly.

“It’s not permanent, sweetheart. I’ll listen to the doctors and be better before you know it. In the mean time I can’t think of anyone better to take over my spot.”

When they went home from the hospital, Riley felt numb. Ellie’s giddiness returned, and her mother was talking to her grandparents, organizing plans for them to come and help for the next few weeks, while Riley watched out the window, unable to get her father’s broken body out of her head. She went to bed without dinner and turned this way and that before finally falling into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Riley woke herself up crying, hopelessly entangled in her blankets. Her father’s face flashed before her eyes, covered in blood and unresponsive. She scrambled across the floor, barely turning the trash can before her stomach noisily lost its contents. Breathing heavily, she pulled herself into a sitting position against the wall. Every time she closed her eyes she saw him, and her stomach would shift again. Her mother found her there on the floor an hour later. She didn’t say a word but sat and gathered her up into her arms. Riley felt like a small child in her mother’s lap, crying silently as she stroked her hair.

“I can’t get it out of my head. There was so much blood. So, so much blood,” she choked out.

“I know, honey, I know. But daddy’s okay now.”

“He’s broken,” Riley mumbled. Her mother drew in a soft breath but didn’t speak for a moment.

“Your father is the strongest man I’ve ever met. Seeing him in the hospital bed is hard, I know, but he’s been through worse and he’s always come back better for it.”

Riley knew that was true, she’d stayed up late many nights begging him to tell stories of his crazy days. He’d been mountain climbing, snowboarding, and even skydiving once. She’d loved the stories and was even more amazed that he was still standing after each one. He’d felt superhuman, but last night she’d seen his humanness—saw the blood behind the scars and it terrified her.

“Why don’t you stay home today, sweetheart? You can get back to school tomorrow.”

“No,” Riley wiped her face, “I can’t sit here. I’ll be okay.”

Her mother nodded and pressed her lips to her forehead before moving to get ready for work. Riley took a deep breath to steady herself and then got busy, grabbing some clothes and heading into the shower. The warm water calmed her frenzied nerves and she took the time to carefully dry her hair and apply make-up. It had always been her way to compensate for feeling crappy. Ellie was jumping around the house chattering endlessly about the new story to tell her friends and asking their mom when dad would come home. Riley caught her arm and kissed the top of her head before grabbing her mom into a tighter hug than usual. She played her music a little louder as she stepped onto the bus, the numb feeling returning.

The trio was waiting at her locker, Iris and Kieran seeming anxious. Iris reached her first pulling her into a tight hug while Jake patted her shoulder, the usual grin on his face. Kieran wrapped his arms around her, smile faltering as she pulled away from his grasp quickly to turn to her locker. Jake started talking about the upcoming football game and she sighed, happy for the shift in focus. The steady tempo of approaching boots told her the Serpents were arriving and she wondered if there was a rule about always moving in a pack. Toni stopped with Sweet Pea and Fangs at her side.

“How’re you holding up?” Toni asked, reaching for her hand.

“It was a rough night, but today’s better,” she answered with a smile. “In a few days the shop will open up again, and I’ll be in the garage.”

“Still going to have a pissy cashier out front,” Sweet Pea asked, a taunting edge to his voice.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean,” Kiera said, immediately responding to the challenge. Sweet Pea stepped forward, straightening up and Riley closed her eyes. Coming to school had been a mistake.

“You’re not worth my time,” Sweet Pea said quietly, forced calm in his voice. Without another word, the Serpents broke away, Toni throwing an apologetic look over her shoulder. Kieran fumed beside her a moment more before strutting away with Jake and Iris.

Shortly after they headed off and Riley slipped into her classroom where she was surprised to find that Sweet Pea had swapped with the Serpent in front of him, placing him right beside her.

“Thanks,” she said tentatively, angling herself towards him. He remained facing forward, but the glare on his face seemed to lessen some.

“For what?”

“For stopping.”

“I figured one of us should acknowledge you,” Sweet Pea sounded irritated as he turned towards her slightly.

“What,” Riley asked but, Mrs. Dabney walked into the room, and Sweet Pea shushed her mockingly. The morning announcements were short, but she pulled out a homework assignment and pretended to check over it. Sweet Pea swung around to talk to the other Serpents and she focused on staying in the present. When the bell rang, he fell into step beside her and she noticed his presence felt warm again.

“So, you’re done being mad at me,” she said, trying to break the ice.  

“For now; people say I have anger issues, apparently.”

“Imagine that,” she said, suppressing a laugh.

“Riley,” Kieran’s voice rang out behind them. She stopped, turning in surprise at his harsh tone. Sweet Pea made as if to stand between them, but Riley touched his shoulder and inclined her head towards the end of the hall. His jaw hardened, but he strode into the classroom, sending a few students scattering in his wake. Kieran glared after him before turning the flames on her.

“I thought you weren’t talking anymore,” he asked, gesturing to where Sweet Pea had disappeared.

“It varies,” she said with a small laugh.

“Do you always walk with him?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, her confusion making the words a question. “We share first period and come from the same homeroom…?”

“Convenient.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Honestly, Riley, do you have any self-respect?”

“Excuse me,” her eyes widened in shock.

“Don’t play dumb. Everyone sees the way that you talk to Fangs and now Sweet Pea again. The rumors are spreading.”

“Yeah, and how many of them have you started? Because there’s nothing going on with either of them.”

“It doesn’t matter, Riley. You associate with people like that and your life will head down the tubes, right with ‘em.”

“Just because you’ve finally noticed that I’m datebable doesn’t mean you get to play Mr. Possessive.”

This time it was Kieran’s turn to appear taken aback.

“Don’t play dumb,” Riley mimicked, “You’ve got some sort of complex over the summer that’s made you decide you have some claim on me and keep getting pissed off at any guy that approaches. Hell, if Jake wasn’t dating Iris you’d probably be all over me for talking to him.”

“He’s not a--,” Kieran said, his voice raising.

“A what? A Serpent? Well that’s a shame now isn’t it,” Riley said, her voice raising an octave.”At least the Serpents have actually cared that my dad is in. the. hospital.”

The warning bell rang, and Riley shook her head, turning to her classroom. He made no attempt to stop her from walking away for which she was grateful. Every conflicting feeling was bubbling within her, each combining with the other in the most unpleasant way.

Sweet Pea was perched on the back of his chair, silently daring Mr. Kendrick to complain about his position—the students behind him had already shifted over. His taunting expression shifted to one of concern as Riley took her seat beside him, but she stared straight ahead, willing time to move quickly. Once the final bell rang, last week’s test was passed back and the torrent of emotions she was feeling found their place to break free. Tears rolled down her face silently, and when the period ended she made her way slowly to the front of the room.

“Can I have help sessions,” she asked quietly, as the last students trickled out of the classroom. Mr. Kendrick’s look was pitying, and Riley tried not to focus on how much she hated it. He glanced over his calendar and nodded.

“Come in early on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s and I’ll see what we can do. You’re a good student, Riley. These formulas don’t come easy to everyone.”

Riley nodded her thanks and walked out of the classroom, the second failed test curled in her hand. To her surprise, Sweet Pea was leaned outside of the door. She was sure that he had to have heard the conversation, but he didn’t even acknowledge her presence save for turning to walk alongside her.

“I’m sorry if I caused problems,” he said quietly, as they approached her next class.

“Problems?”

“Walking with you. I’m sorry if I pissed off your boyfriend.” The words almost sounded effortless.

“He was never my boyfriend,” Riley started, trying to control the fire in her voice, “and, please, I’m done with games. Just be real, Sweets, I like you better that way.”

He paused for a moment seeming confused, but then a smile crossed his face.

“I am sorry if it added to your stress buttttt,” he said, extending the word, “pissing him off is one of the highlights of my day.” The cheeky smile he gave her earned a begrudging smile in return.

They’d reached her class, but Riley hesitated. Her heart hurt, her head was pounding, but she was smiling. All because of Sweet Pea. Without thinking she wrapped her arms around his waist, briefly enjoying the smell of leather and grease lingering on his chest. His arms draped loosely around her, patting her back awkwardly. She stepped back, feeling warm.

“I’d like to be friends,” she said quietly, walking into her class.

When free period rolled around, Riley checked her phone to find a lengthy apology text from Kieran. Before she could read it, she found Iris pacing in the courtyard. She was muttering to herself and it looked like she’d been crying. Probably a fight with Jake, Riley thought, rolling her eyes. The twins were more trouble than they were worth.

“Hey beautiful,” Riley said in greeting, bumping into her hip. Iris looked up, blue eyes vibrant against the strained red. Mascara smudged under her water line and she swiped under her eyes once more.

“Hey, how’re you holding up,” Iris asked.

“I think better than you… what’s up?”

“Jake and I had a fight.”

“Must be the day for fighting the twins. What were you fighting about?”

“Nothing important,” Iris said, keeping her eyes averted. “Did you say you had a fight with Kieran?”

“Yeah,” Riley answered slowly, wondering what Iris was hiding. “He told me I didn’t have any self-respect for hanging out with the Serpents. I told him that just because he finally took notice of me doesn’t give him exclusive rights.”

“You’re not usually so assertive,” Iris said, voice laced with pride, causing Riley to laugh.

“Yeah, just another Serpent influence. If I wasn’t assertive with Fangs around I’d have nine tattoos and alcohol poisoning.”

“Sounds like an evening out with Jake,” Iris said with a strange bitterness. Now more than ever Riley was aware of the sadness hovering over her friend. She threw an arm over her shoulder and pulled her towards the gate.

“I could use a break. You?”

Iris nodded in response and allowed herself to be led out into the parking lot. A substitute teacher stealing a smoke break glared at them but said nothing as they weaved through the cars. There were a few other students who shared their sentiments and it was no surprise to see a band of leather jackets among them. The surprise was when a pair of leather jackets turned and called her name.

“Yo, Evans, you leaving too?”

“Only with you, Fogarty,” Riley called back with a grin. Turning to Iris, she asked, “Wanna live a little dangerously?”

Iris looked up in surprise, “Assertive and flirty. Here I thought Sweet Pea was the contender.”

Riley couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled over. She shook her head, looking at Fangs and back at Iris. “It’s just how Fangs’ is y’know? It means nothing.”

“Ouch,” he said in mock hurt, hearing the last words.

“Your ego will heal,” Riley said, “Toni, Fangs, this is my best friend Iris who is in desperate need of a pick me up as am I. Help some girls out?”

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Nobody’s Perfect: Part 1

Pairings: David Harbour x Reader

Warnings: Swearing & fluff

Word Count: 3,920

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“Let’s go in here.” You looked up from your phone to see which one of the many bars your mother was talking about and you couldn’t stop your eyebrows from flying to your hairline.

“Ma, it’s a bar… and I don’t drink.” She shook her head as she pointed at the sign above your head. Back lit in bold, blue letters on a white backdrop against the night sky you read ‘The Roundup’ and in the bottom, right hand corner the word ‘dry’ letting patrons know that there was no alcohol served.

“Come on, (Y/N). Live a little.” You took a deep breath and rolled your eyes as you followed her inside. The room wasn’t too big but enough to hold a small coffee bar, a small stage for performers in the front left corner and a decent sized ‘dance floor’. Country music blared through the speakers around building from the band that was playing that Friday night.

For a dry ‘bar’ in Decatur, Georgia, the placed was packed with people. The decor was almost comically stereotypical; cowboy and old western memorabilia covered nearly every inch of the walls and the booths had plastic covers with similar tacky designs on them. Two pool tables sat in the back with quarters lined up on the rail; unspoken claims for the next game.

“It’s cute!” You mother cooed as she headed over to an open booth. You huffed and nodded sarcastically.

“Totally!” She looked at you with her eyebrow raised as she slid into one side.

“Why do you have to be such a downer, huh? Lighten up a bit and get the stick out of your ass.” You subtly flicked her off by scratching your nose with your middle finger. You began to subconsciously play with the hem of your long, plaid, flannel sweater dress as you looked around at the smiling faces of the other people in the room.

“Are you ready?” You asked as you looked back at you mother. “I wanna head back.” She opened her mouth to say something as she shook her head but she was interrupted before she could respond.

“Excuse me.” You looked up at a handsome, slightly heavy set, older gentleman as he came to a stop at the end of your table. You sat back slightly as he smiled at the two of you, revealing adorable dimples on his bearded cheeks and you couldn’t help but think you knew him from somewhere. He glanced between you and your mother before his blue eyes found yours. “Sorry to interrupt you ladies but… would you like to dance?” You smiled sweetly and shook your head.

“No sorry, we were just…”

“She would love to!” Your mother said as she kicked your shin under the table. Your head whipped over to her as she smiled up at the man. “Please, take my daughter and dance the night away. Don’t let the act fool you, she’s a sweetheart.”

“Mom!” You snapped as your face flushed red. The man chuckled as he held out his hand for you.

“Guess you don’t have a choice in the matter, sweetheart.” He teased. You let out a mortified groan as you scooted out of the booth toward him.

“Alright, one dance.” His smile got impossibly bigger as you took his offered hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. You couldn’t help but smile as he spun you in a circle. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Don’t worry. I do.” You nodded once as he laced the fingers of his left hand with your right and put his right hand on your hip. He nodded as you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. “It’s quick, quick, slow, slow, OK?” You nodded as he glanced over at the group of people already dancing and carefully led you into the circle. It took you a second to get used to the two step but you picked it up easily.

“See, you’re a natural.” He smiled as he gently turned you in a circle. “I’m David.” You smiled at him as you fell back into step with the song.

“(Y/N).” He nodded as he pulled you a little closer to his chest.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled up at him with a nod of agreement. As you danced, you didn’t notice that for the first time in a long time, you were allowing yourself to have fun. You didn’t realize that one dance turned into four.

“Do you smoke?” You asked as the dancers started to move around for a line dance you didn’t know. He nodded and spun you playfully toward the front door.

“So I’ll give you a choice.” He said as he lit your cigarette for you. “I wanna know about your tattoos or your charm bracelet. You pick.” You looked down at your left arm at the sleeve of tattoos there and the Pandora bracelet you always wore.

“Daisies are my favorite.” You said as you twisted your bracelet to show him the seven charms you had. “My sister got me the moon and stars because I love stars and astronomy and astrology and shit.  Blue, from my mom, is my favorite color, the shell I got from the Ariel collection, because she’s my favorite and it reminds me of the ocean from my home town in Florida. My mom and I are actually up here to try to find a place to move.

The purple is from my dad’s parents; red and blue are their favorite colors and purple was the closest I could find to that combination. Umm, the Tinkerbell is from my dad because she’s my second favorite and the dahlia is my second favorite flower.” You looked up at him as he nodded and reached out to turn the last clip a little more toward him to see it better.

“I like the idea of these bracelets; the way you can tell your story.” He pursed out his bottom lip and nodded again as he looked back up at you. “Thanks for sharing.”

“Of course.” You replied as you twisted your bracelet on your wrist so it sat the way you wanted it. “So your turn. Couple little things about you.” He chuckled behind his cigarette as you leaned back and put your foot on the wall for balance.

“Well… I’m from New York, I’m terrified of the ocean. I’m an actor, I love Indiana Jones and action movies from like the 70’s and 80’s and I like Shakespeare.” You giggled as you took exhaled your smoke away from him.

“I like how you just squeezed that actor thing in the middle as if I wouldn’t notice it.”

“You like that?” He teased as he looked down at his cigarette and flicked the ash to the ground. He looked back up at you with a smile.

“I thought you looked familiar so how.” He nodded slowly as you took another drag. “Anything I would have seen?”

“I have one of those faces where you know you know me but can’t place it. Let’s see… movies that you may have seen. I had a small part in Brokeback Mountain…”

“The cowboy movie?” He nodded as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes, I played a gay cowboy. Not one of the main ones. Umm I was in a Bond movie…”

“Never seen ‘em.”

“End of Watch?” Your brow furrowed as you tried to place the movie. “Cop movie with Michael Pena and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You giggled and shook your head again. “I’ve been in a decent amount of things but never really the lead. And I always seem to sink into the background which is kinda nice. Get paid handsomely but avoid the notoriety on the streets. It’s nice.”

“So if you live in New York, what brings you to Atlanta? Another movie?” He nodded and shrugged.

“Netflix show. Can’t tell you much about it.” You nodded with a smile.

“That’s fine. I’ll have to keep my eye out for it then. Do a little Netflix stalking for David…”

“Harbour.” You smiled and looked glanced down at nearly finished cigarette in your hand as you suddenly became super self conscious.

“Well it was really nice to meet you, David Harbour.” You said as you glanced back up at him. “I should get back to my mom.”

“Wait.” He said as he reached out and took a hold of your arm. You looked back at him with your eyebrow raised, questioningly. “A few people from the cast are going to Stone Mountain tomorrow for some ‘bonding’ that I have no intention of fully participating in. Come with me.” You smiled weakly and shook your head but before you protested, he chuckled and gestured to the door. “I can ask you again in front of you mom if you tell me no.” A blush rose on your cheeks as you looked down at your shoes with a sigh.

“What time should I meet you there?” You glanced back up at him and he shook his head.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I made my date meet me somewhere. Where do you live? I’ll pick you up.” You blushed and subconsciously bit your lip.

“Um… we’re staying at the Quality Inn, room 717.” He nodded and smiled warmly.

“Does 10 work for you?” With a smile, you nodded as you searched his blue eyes.

“Yea, 10 works fine.”

“Then I’ll see you in the morning.”

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“What am I even supposed to wear!” You screeched at your mother at quarter to ten as you ripped apart your suitcase for the tenth time. Nothing you had with you and tried on seemed good enough for a first date.

“(Y/N), you can wear this.” You looked back at the jeans and plain, black, 'v’ neck shirt your mom held up and shook your head at an outfit you would normally wear everyday in the winter anyways.

“To boring.”

“No. You wear this and this.” You looked over at her as she pulled out a knee length, grey, white, and black striped jacket that she had bought the day before. “I can find you something else for your birthday.” You smiled and nodded as you quickly grabbed the outfit from her and kissed her cheek. You scrambled into the outfit as fast as you could as someone knocked on the door.

“Don’t you go near that door.” You hissed at your mom when she tried to get up off her bed as you yanked on the sweater on the way to the door. You snatched up your boots, hopped on one foot at a time to the door as you pulled them on and pulled the door open with a smile. “Sorry I’m… OH!” You smiled as David turned around with a bouquet of white daisies in his hand.

“I brought this as well.” He said as he handed you a cheap, plastic vase. “Figured you wouldn’t have one in a hotel room.” You smiled and smelled the flowers.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You glanced back into the room, which was now covered in clothes, and cringed. “Can you just… wait here for one more minute?” He smiled and laughed as you flipped the lock to keep the door propped open.

“You’re not gunna invite him in?” Your mother asked loudly as you poured a water bottle into the vase and put the flowers in. “That’s rude, child. Didn’t I raise you better?” You could hear David chuckle from the hallway as you grabbed a shirt and tossed it at your mom.

“Don’t you have houses to go look at?” You asked as you grabbed your phone, cigarettes and your room key and debit card off the table. She shook her head as you shoved everything in your pockets.

“Nope. My spawn from Satan himself is leaving me alone for the day so I’m going to celebrate.” You whacked at her arm for being loud on purpose to embarrass you.

“I hate you.” You grumbled as you headed out the door, ignoring your untied boots. She jumped up off the bed and grabbed your arm.

“This would be embarrassing.” She said softly as she pulled off the tag on the back of your jacket. You smiled at her and whispered ‘thanks’ as she kissed your cheek and handed you your army green winter jacket and black infinity scarf. “Have fun. Stay out all day. I’m going to meet up with my friend, Rhonda for the day and we’ll probably end up doing dinner since it’s her day off.” You nodded as you stepped back and gestured to your outfit. She gave you a thumbs up and stepped toward the door with a smile.

“Just so you know, she hasn’t stopped talking about you all night. Feel free to make fun of her and take her out to dinner. She has no excuse to rush back.”

“Damnit, mother.” You groaned as you put your coat and scarf on.

“I’ll take good care of her, ma’am.” He said sweetly as he put his hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your mom called after you as David lead you toward the elevator.

“Jesus Christ woman.” You mumbled as you shook your head.

“She’s funny.” You glanced up at him and shook your head with a smile as the elevator doors opened.

“Don’t let her hear you say that. She thinks she’s fucking hilarious but my siblings and I do everything in out power to discourage her.”

“Does it stop her, though?” You giggled and shook your head.

“Not one bit. She laughs at herself which makes it even worse.” He nodded as he gestured you out of the elevator in the lobby. You followed his lead as he led you to a black Ford pick-up truck. “So what do you have planned for us today?”

“Well, most of the cast are kids so they had planned on going snow tubing at Stone Mountain today. They got a bunch of Christmas things going on.” He shrugged as he pulled open the passenger door for you. “Just a bunch of us enjoying a gorgeous day off away from the fucking monotony of filming scenes over and over again.” You nodded as you took his offered hand and got into the truck. You waited for him to get into the drivers seat before you turned in your chair a bit to tie your boots.

“Sooooo…. If I swear to complete secrecy, what can you tell me about this show?” He chuckled as he backed out of the parking spot.

“Well, I play a cop and it’s set in the 80’s which, for me, is the greatest thing ever.” He started as he glanced over at you. “It’s based around a group of kids and involves… aliens?” You giggled as you looked over at the way he made the last word sound like a question.

“You sure about that?” You joked. He chuckled and looked over at you.

“Sorry. We just started filming a few weeks ago and I’m not quite sure what I can and can’t give away.” You nodded in understanding.

“Who else is in the show?” He pursed out his bottom lip and shook his head.

“All of the kids are sort of new to acting and have just had minor parts here and there so you probably won’t know them. Winona Ryder is in it as well.”

“Oh, I love her!” He nodded as he switched lanes toward Stone Mountain.

“She’s great. I’ve enjoyed working with her so far.” He paid for the parking and glanced over at you. “She’s actually not going to be here today. I kinda have to confess something to you.” You glanced over at him with your eyebrow raised as he followed the signs to the main parking lot. He sighed and scratched at his bearded chin.

“So I kinda lost a bet with Finn… one of the kids on the show. I bet them that I could go an entire day without saying the word ‘fuck’ and I lost. So those little brats decided my punishment was to essentially baby sit for a day trip here.” Your eyebrows flew to your hairline as he pulled into a parking spot and parked the car.

“Now trust me, I know that sounds really bad for a first date. ‘Come babysit a bunch of kids with me’. But I swear, I didn’t ask you to come with me today to babysit. I do really, really wanna get to know you. Especially if I only have a couple days to do so. So forgive me for not having another option since this is the only day I have off of filming this week. And it’s not just kids, some of the older kids are coming, too so I only have to like half pay attention.” You giggled and nodded as you carefully set your hand on his arm.

“It’s fine, really. I have an issue with social anxiety and I’m actually not good with large groups of people my own age. Kids are easier to handle because they’re a lot more honest anyways.”

“I totally know what you mean.” A loud bang on the window behind you made you jump and scream.

“We wanna tube David, not watch you make out with your girlfriend!” A curly haired boy shouted as a group of kids laughed behind him.

“Get the fuck away from my truck!” David yelled with a laugh as he turned the truck off and glanced over at you. “Sorry, you OK?” You nodded and giggled as you picked up your phone, which you had thrown on the floor in your fear. You could hear him scolding the kids as he headed around the front of the truck to open your car door.

“… so don’t be little assholes. Brats, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), we have Gaten, who scared you. Then Millie, Finn, Noah, Caleb, Natalia aka Nat, Charlie, Joe and Shannon.” You waved to everyone as David gestured to the main building. “Let’s go, kids. We’re in the 11 o’ clock tube group” The younger kids all took off running as the older kids walked a little ways in front of you and David.

“So you work with all these kids?” You inquired as you looked up at your date. He smirked and nodded as he put his arm around your shoulder.

“And it’s as horrible as you expect it to be.” You giggled as Joe held the door open for the second part of the group. You gave him a small smile in thanks and followed the group toward the ticket window. You were handed a white and blue, snowflake decorated day pass and fastened it to one of the small zipper pockets on the front of your jacket. You laughed as the five younger kids and the two older boys ran past you to the back door to go tubing.

“Do you think they ever grow up?” Shannon asked as the three of you waited for David to sign the credit card slip for the passes.

“They don’t.” You told her with a small laugh. “No matter how old men get, they always still have their childish side.” The two girls giggled and they glanced back at David as he walked over.

“Oh, don’t you go siding with them.” He groaned. You simply shrugged as you laced your arm with his.

“I didn’t say anything.” You looked up at him through your lashes as he nodded unbelievingly at you. He mumbled ‘sure’ as you stepped outside.

“So since you chose the bracelet yesterday, can I hear about the tattoos today?”

“Sure. Um… well, my sleeve is a culmination of my favorite things- Disney, music, movies, photography…”

“Ok, wow. Go slow.” He joked as you stopped at the back of the line for the next group to go tubing. “Music. How is it represented?” You smirked, shrugged out of your two jackets and pulled up your shirt sleeve exposing your arm to the cold air.

“The music notes are for a line from a Beatles song. ‘With every mistake, we must surely be learning’.” He smirked as you rolled your arm a bit to show him more.

“‘Still my guitar gently weeps.’ Great song.”

“It’s my favorite Beatles song, actually. Then the record player and the records are obvious. For Disney you have Little Mermaid, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, Alice in Wonderland, Princess and the Frog and…” You pointed out each symbol on your arm as you said it before showing him your wrist, where you had a couple black spots; one of which was shaped like the Disney World castle. “101 Dalmatians.”

“Your favorites?” With a nod, you flipped your arm back over and noticed you had now drawn the attention of the kids as well.

“Can you guys guess the movies?” You asked as you turned a bit so they could all see your arm.

“Is this ‘Dirty Dancing’?” Nat asked as she pointed to the silhouette of Johnny and Baby doing the final lift above your elbow.

“That it is. What else do you see?”

“‘Boondock Saints’?” Charlie asked as he pointed to the crossed guns on the back side of your upper arm with ‘Veritas’ and ‘Aequitas’ beside them.

“Is this for ‘Reservoir Dogs’?” David asked as he pointed to a multi-colored straight razor on your forearm. You giggled and nodded.

“Yes to both.”

“Deathly Hallows for Harry Potter.” “R2D2.” “Wizard of OZ?”

“Twister.” You corrected as you looked at the small tornado and the flying cow at the top by your shoulder. “I got a Big Lebowski bowling ball here.” You said as you twisted your arm out to show the other part of your tattoo where you had a giant Polaroid camera and a reel of film that wrapped around the back of your arm. “The Full Metal Jacket rifle, Bender’s silhouette for Breakfast Club, a bloody room 237 key for The Shining & ‘I’m not even supposed to be here’ for Clerks.” You smiled up at the group as you pulled your shirt back down and put your jackets back on.

“Can I keep you?” David asked as he put his arm around you and rubbed your arm to bring some warmth to it.

“I don’t have any set plans for the near future.” He smiled at you as the man who worked at Stone Mountain came over to check passes and let everyone in your group in.

“Don’t break anything or your parents will kill me!” David called out as the kids, young and old, took off toward the tubes.

“You’re doing a good thing here.” You said as he grabbed two tubes and gestured you in front of him.

“Yea, well they deserve a break. They work hard doing school and filming and shit.”

“And because you said fuck.” He nodded and chuckled as the two of you stepped onto the conveyor belt behind the rest of the kids.

“And because I can appreciate a good swear word to accentuate a sentence every now and then.” You smiled back at him and reached for your tub. “I got it!” You giggled and put your hands up in surrender.

“Alright, macho man. See if you still wanna carry two tubes for the next two hours, then.”

Part 2

[farklelucas]

For that character headcannon thing: Isaac, Brett, Theo, Liam (tw) Carlos, Harry, Jane (Descendants) Jake, Terry, Charles (Brooklyn 99)

whoa that’s a lot…. okay, isaac first and the rest under the cut!

1: sexuality headcanon

GRADE A BI BITCH FIGHT ME ON IT

2: otp

very very much scisaac

3: brotp

allison & isaac, isaac & liam, erica & isaac & boyd (any combination)

4: notp

allison & isaac, chris & isaac, any adults & isaac

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

SWEATER BOY. loves sweaters. ugly, plain, baggy, tight. he just loves em.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

nervous anxious mess

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

when he turns into new cocky werewolf isaac…. oh no baby what is you doin

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

mmm problematic cinnamon roll

send me a character

brett

1: sexuality headcanon

he’s canon bi and y’all ain’t gonna change that lol bye

2: otp

BRIAM BRIAM BRIAM BRIAM

3: brotp

brett & malia…… idek why.

4: notp

honestly besides brett x adults i don’t think i really even have one

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

he lowkey loves flannels and often wears them around his waist

6: one way in which I relate to this character

functional bi

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

when he’s first introduced and he laughs at liam in that weird and vaguely condescending matter

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

problematic cinnamon roll ig??

theo

1: sexuality headcanon

oof uhhh i guess gay bc it makes sense

2: otp

i don’t really have one sorry! ig thiam bc mauricio Stans but im still :/ hesitant

3: brotp

again i just don’t click with theo as a character so i don’rt really have a lot of hcs for him ajskd

4: notp

sceo and steo

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

mmmm named his car “betsy”

6: one way in which I relate to this character

selfish asshole

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

his whole evil villain thing

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

problematic

liam

1: sexuality headcanon

GAAAAYYYYYYY

2: otp

briam…. briam….. always briam…..

3: brotp

honestly liam & the whole pack

4: notp

liam & adults

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

my buckteeth boy…. he got called bunny in gradeschool and at first he hated it but now he wears it with Pride 

6: one way in which I relate to this character

FULL OF ANGER

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

i fell in a hole! :^)

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

carlos

1: sexuality headcanon

BI BITCH!!!!!!!!

2: otp

jaylos!

3: brotp

carlos & jane/evie/mal/ben

4: notp

carlos x harry is just not for me

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

he’s that bitch u go to starbucks with that gets hot cocoa instead of coffee

6: one way in which I relate to this character

loves dogs, fashion, and being bisexual. BAD AT SPORTS ANSJDKF

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

the time where he asks jane to the dance ajskd

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

CINNAMON ROLL!!!!!!!!!!

harry

1: sexuality headcanon

pan! (it’s funny….. bc……… peter pan ;-))

2: otp

huma aka the inventors of love

3: brotp

the sea three!

4: notp

harry & carlos, harry & evie, harry & jay, harry & mal

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

paints his nails like the edgy little bitch he is

6: one way in which I relate to this character

intense urge to murder at all given opportunities

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

his rap verse ahsjdkfgkdkf

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

PROBLEMATIQUE BYE

jane

1: sexuality headcanon

bisexual. im claimin everybody tonight.

2: otp

jane lonnie aka jonnie

3: brotp

jane & carlos/audrey/evie/mal/doug

4: notp

mmm idk i don’t think i really have one? just keep her Safe

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

she loves powder blue like that is her fucking color. she owns everything in that color. she’s also obsessed with the stars.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

hates herself ajsdkfl

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

oof in the ending of the first movie when she takes the wand :/

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

CINNAMON ROLL

jake

1: sexuality headcanon

bi as FUCK

2: otp

peraltiago bitch!!!!!

3: brotp

jake & everyone honestly all his friendships with the b99 are amazing

4: notp

jake & that lawyer lady he dated for 5 minutes

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

has punched a “meninist” in the face

6: one way in which I relate to this character

uses humor to cope with his life as a MESS

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

BINGPOT

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll im love him!!!!

terry

1: sexuality headcanon

hmmm im kinda just thinking hetero?? not as a bad thing i just don’t pick up any queer vibes from him, as much as i love him

2: otp

oh you best BET it’s terry and his loving wife sharon!!!! i stan true love!!!!

3: brotp

terry & everyone again but especially jake and holt!

4: notp

??? idk really????

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

his wife gets him yogurt for his birthday. straight up.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

loves his kids!! i love them too!!!!

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

nothing, perfect man

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

CINNAMON ROLL

charles

1: sexuality headcanon

soft pan!!

2: otp

charles and genevieve but also…. just charles and happiness

3: brotp

CHARLES & EVERYONE BUT BIG CHARLES & JAKE 

4: notp

charles and sadness >:(

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

has always wanted to go to paris

6: one way in which I relate to this character

awkward boy…. dumb boy

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

all the time. every of the time.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

the SOFTEST cinnamon roll!!!!!

[angelschoices]

Whiskey Nights

For #ChoicesCreates: “Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.”

An Endless Summer fanfic. Word count: 918

I just recently joined the Choices fandom, and am very excited to share my first ChoicesCreate entry! I started this story originally as a DiegoxMC friendship, but my sappy little JakexMC shipper heart kinda took over. But I tried! It really only sort of loosely follows the theme of the week :) Thanks to Serina, Em and Ruqaya for reading it earlier today and giving me some feedback! (Sorry, I don’t know your Tumblr names lol send them to me and I’ll link you!)

“Fancy seeing you here, Princess. And with a bottle of whiskey to boot,” Jake let out a low whistle. “I’m a little hurt you didn’t invite me to join you.”

“Sorry, Top Gun,” she apologized, drinking from the bottle. “Didn’t want to bring anyone down.”

“Alright, did the universe turn upside down again or something?” Jake teased. “Aren’t I supposed to be the pessimistic one and you the one trying to cheer me up and see the sunshine and butterflies?”

“Not particularly in the mood,” she replied, taking another long drink.

“Alright, let’s slow down there, Princess,” Jake says, taking a seat next to her on the edge of the pool, letting his bare feet dangle in the water. He took the bottle from her, almost half empty he noticed, and took a long drink as well. “There is definitely something up with you. I know you said you’re always there for me… and I know I may be new to this, but… I wanna be there for you too.”

She looked into Jake’s deep blue eyes, and she felt her walls break down, and she looked away before tears fell.

“Did you know I met Diego when I was twelve years old?” she said in a soft voice, slightly trembling.

“I didn’t know that,” he said softly.

"First day of middle school," she smiled at the memory. "God, I was such a nerd."

Jake chuckled. "Hard to imagine my Princess as a twelve year old nerd." He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear affectionately.

"If we ever get off this island, I'll show you pictures," she replied. "I was scared as hell. I had just moved to town, and didn't know anyone. I'm a Navy brat, did you know?"

"Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you," Jake teased.

"But Diego," she grinned, thinking of her best friend, "he came right up to me in the middle of the school yard before classes had even started and introduced himself to me..."

"Hi there!"

She eyed the new boy warily. She had been momentarily frozen in fear at the sight of the new school filled with hundreds of kids she didn't know. Her hands gripped the straps of her book bag.

"My name is Diego!" he continued energetically. Noticing her nervousness, he toned down his excitement. "You're new here aren't you?"

She nodded.

"I remember what it was like when I first moved here," he continued easily. "It's a big city. Lots of people."

She nodded, her heart rate starting to resume to a normal pace.

"But once you've got one friend, it's easier to face them all!" he said enthusiastically. "Cool backpack by the way! Who's your favorite?"

"Storm," she said with a smile. Diego beamed.

"So what do you say?" Diego asked. "Friends?"

She paused for a moment before returning his grin in equal enthusiasm.

"Friends!"

"And we've been there for each other since..." she continued, her smile fading. "Until we got here..."

"Hey, it's not your fault, Princess... he chose to let go to save you."

"I know!" She exclaimed, tears filling her eyes again. She drank again from the bottle of whiskey.  "I know," she said again softly. "Diego sacrificed himself for me. Because that's what he always does for me. He knows me, he gets me in a way nobody ever has, and nobody probably ever will." When she looked up, there was slight hurt in Jake's cerulean eyes. "Diego is my best friend. He's my other half, my fucking soul mate even if you believe in that shit."

"Do you..." Jake started to ask slowly. "Do you love him?"

She smirked lazily at him. "Of course I do." Jake's face fell. "Oh don't get all down on me, Top Gun, only one of us at a time can. Besides I don't love Diego romantically. He doesn't even swing that way. You're the only one who both makes my heart do flips and my womanhood tremble with your goddamn sexy smirk and insult combination."

"Oh," Jake said, not sure how to respond.  

"But he's my person," she continued, the alcohol and emotions combining into tears. "He has been there for me through everything. And how do I repay him? I leave him on this island for six fucking months. And when we get back, what do I do? I get drunk and ramble to the guy I'm possibly falling in love with, and I'm going to be so hung over tomorrow that I'll be useless, and..."

"Stop it," Jake said firmly. His heart was racing but he knew he had to stay calm and steady for his Princess.  He cupped her face in his hands gently but firmly. "If Diego saw you now, what would he say?"

"That I look like shit," she replied bluntly. "He never liked how I looked when I cried."

"Still beautiful to me, Princess," he smiled lightly. Her cheeks flushed. "But I agree with Diego, I don't like seeing you cry much either. So what can I do to fix that?"

"Help me save Diego," she said. "I have to save him." She started crying again, and Jake pulled her closer to him.

"It's alright, Princess," he soothed, "it's gonna be alright. We're gonna save Pop Culture Petey, if it's the last damn thing we do. I'm gonna do this for you."

He looked down at her and realized she had fallen asleep against his chest. He smiled as he squeezed her tighter.  

(END)

[vancityryan]

#bviewtask ☆ spooky szn  — task #3 gettin’ deep and personal

what’s your favorite part of fall?

Family time is one of the most important things for me. That’s why I spend as much time with my motorcycle as possible before winter hits and I’m forced to spend time with my ‘real’ family. I love them almost as much.

what about your least favourite?

My wife starts baking hardcore this time of year. It’s a very bad thing.

what’s a song that always makes you think of Halloween?

Devil Woman by Cliff Richards. Jam to that one all year round.

describe your quintessential fall outfit?

Whatever my mom picks out for me. Or white shoes that I’ll ruin immediately.

have you ever played with a ouija board?

It’s how my daughters came into the world. Don’t use a Ouija board.

do you feel that fall makes you happy or sad?

It depends how often my wife is keeping me fed and whether she’s made me sleep in the dog house yet. Generally, it’s a happy time when the wife’s happy. 

what’s your favorite Halloween-related movie?

I’m gonna pretend The Shining counts and say The Shining.

now that the weather’s getting colder, what’s a go-to comfort meal for fall?

Really specific, but my wife makes an incredible bourbon chicken. And an incredible everything else. Essentially anything that I haven’t touched in the kitchen is a comfort food. 

do you believe in ghosts & spirits?

Yep. Sometimes I can still hear my dad scolding me from beyond the grave. I’m also pretty sure I’ve seen George Michael’s ghost. 

favorite fall-related scent?

My wife’s fresh baked pumpkin pie. God, it’s so good I hate it.

are you a generally superstitious person?

No, but Mom is, and I make fun of her for it sometimes. She’s going to disown me one of these days.

do you rake up the leaves in your yard, or leave them fall where they may?

I always rake up the leaves only so that my daughters and my dogs can play in them, to be honest. It’s kind of pointless to do it for any other reason.

if you were home alone and heard footsteps in your house, what would you do?

Tell my dad to fuck off.

hot apple cider or pumpkin spice coffee?

Apple cider wins by a landslide. Pumpkin spice anything is an abomination. Still mad that Tim Horton’s stopped selling their cider. I’ve been betrayed by my own people.

pick a team of three people to go with you to a haunted house if you wanted to survive?

Jake Gyllenhaal, my daughter James, and my wife to use as a human shield.

do you use the pumpkin seeds once you’ve scooped ‘em from the jack-o-lantern?

Personally, I’m not a weirdo so I have no use for them, but my wife uses them for baking sometimes. I never thought they had a purpose, but she proved me wrong.

favorite Halloween costume that you’ve ever worn?

Hei Hei, the chicken from Moana. My girls dressed me up real nice for that one. 

what’s your favorite fall time activity?

Letting my children play in the street. Just kidding—sleeping. Pumpkin picking is close behind in second place.

graveyards at night: yay or nay?

Graveyards in general are a no from me. They bring back terrible memories of that one movie I did where I was buried alive for two hours.

do you enjoy baking during the fall season?

Hahahah.

are you more into Halloween parties or trick-or-treating?

I do like going trick-or-treating with my girls. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching them knock on a stranger’s door, only to get it slammed in their face. Just kidding. It’s a joy.

what role do you play in a horror movie: the final girl, first to die, comic relief, the brain, or the murderer?

All of the above. I’m the comic relief brain of the group that dies first but then becomes a ghost and becomes a murderer out of revenge, and then I’m the last girl standing.

have you ever changed your appearance with the season? like dyeing your hair or doing different makeup?

I occasionally dye my grey hairs brown to convince other people that I’m not old.

after a scary movie… lights on or off?

It depends. If it’s The Conjuring, I’m okay with the lights off. If it’s Frozen, every light in the house stays on or people will die.

what’s your favorite candy that you look forward to getting around Halloween?

Everything that my daughters bring home from trick-or-treating. Then I convince them that they ate it all.

you’re a witch or warlock… what’s your familiar animal?

My three dogs, except combined to make this terrifying, deformed hell hound. 

it’s an apple, and it’s coated with what: chocolate, candy or caramel?

Anyone that says anything but caramel is going to hell.

do you believe in any urban legends like moth man or chupacabras?

Sometimes I’ll just turn into a full-on werewolf in the middle of the night. It’s kind of weird.

are you more into the fall aesthetic, or just in it for Halloween?

I’m in it for the candy. And my family, too, I guess.

supernatural time: do you wanna be a vampire, werewolf, or zombie?

I accidentally already revealed that sometimes I’m a werewolf, so I guess I have no choice.