#and this girl butts in to say oh i wanna be a marine with this tone of like. checkmate libtard. salute me and respect my service right now.

[vamptastic]

a lot of people are being lied to by their parents and teachers and pastors and a lot of people don't want to ever confront that fact. doesn't matter how much access to information has improved, i think the core of the issue is still primarily that people don't feel comfortable with changing their minds, whether it's because it'd isolate them from family, or because they'd have to confront that they were wrong or did something wrong. ive spoken to so many people my age where ive spent hours digging into their misfounded belief, figuring out what misinfo they were told and why, used the internet to firsthand show them exactly what lie they were told and empirical evidence of the truth, and then had them go, yeah, well, i still disagree. i mean, dont automatically assume someone is wrong because they have the same access to info as you and are just stupid, but willful ignorance is definitely still a thing.

[petitelepus]

Hi! Could I get a TWST matchup if that's alright? (I'd prefer none of the freshman, but the staff are open game!)

I'm a girl, 4'11" and 90 lbs (am smol ;-;), and a Gemini. I have pale skin, hazel eyes and short black hair.

I'm in school for a degree in Marine Biology and hope to land a job working at an aquarium! (Catch me swimming with sharks in the future.)

Personality wise I'm EXTREMELY introverted and can easily spend all day in my room. I'm very shy initially, but once I'm in a comfortable environment I'm what could be called a 'class clown'. My sense of humor is inappropriate and I cuss a lot, and I tend to be bratty just because I think it's fun.

Despite being a huge introvert, I actually love to perform. I'm a trained singer and can act as well, so I love being in plays. (My favorite roles have been Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Vivian in Legally Blonde, and Snow White in Into the Woods). I also like to write songs as well, but it's been a while since I've written one and I'm DEFINITELY rusty.

I ADORE horror movies and games. I get all kinds of inspiration from creepy stuff and often incorporate it into my writing. I get scared pretty easily though for such an avid horror fan like,, you'd think I'd be immune.

I'm a picky eater and am insecure about it, so dates at restaurants tend to make me nervous. I have big food texture aversion and would rather starve than eat something with a nasty texture.

I'm really high maintenance skincare wise and have such a problem buying masks and lotions and such. But ya know what it could be drugs, so-

My love language is physical touch 1000%. I adore all physical touch and if I ever say I don't wanna cuddle YES I DO. I also just,, really enjoy being tickled it makes me feel so loved and soft inside so a boyfriend that would tickle me a lot would make me vvvv happy

That's all thank you in advance!

I match you with Floyd Leech!

Aww, Sea Bunny, you're so tiny! You are also so small and shy when talked to, not that he had that chance yet, but you were far too cute to just simply ignore!

So you can try to run, but Floyd will ultimately catch you and when he does, he will throw you into the air and catch you as if you were a little child. This may or may not scare the living shit out of you, but Floyd finds your tears so irresistible. Want it or not, this is your life now.

No one can pinpoint when you and Floyd started seeing each other as an official couple. You were like fire and ice, small and big, beauty and the beast. You get my point. Apparently, opposites attract, and as you get to know each other you also get more comfortable with each other.

With enough time, Floyd learns about your little bratty clown act and he loves it almost as much as he loves seeing his little Sea Bunny, aka you, cursing up a storm and shooting inappropriate jokes left and right, but only at your friends.

It was Azul's idea to hire you as a singer for the Mostro Lounge, but it was Floyd who got you to take the gig, smiling and laughing at how you would make him jealous.

Write a song while thinking about him and he knows you wrote it while thinking about him, mainly because you described the lover in your song as "An asshole, all toothy grin, and no class, coming at me like an eel needing a meal!" Honestly, he is so happy, he will rush to the stage, pick you up and cover your face in huge showman kisses.

Once you are dating, you aren't getting just kisses, oh no! Floyd has absolutely no shame, he will come to your doorstep to whine for you to let him in so the two of you can do fun stuff together...!

Oh yes, the two of you will be playing horror games until late at night! Floyd finds horror as funny as a regular person would like comedy and the fact that you love horror also and fear it at the same time is just hilarious.

The young man will sneak his hand behind you and pinch your butt when you least expect it, making you shriek like a banshee and he laughs so hard he falls from your bed and rolls on the floor. Expect apology nibbles. Yes, nibbles, not kisses, but apology nibbles.

Floyd is a good cook once he gets in the mood to actually cook, but he will take notice of your pickiness and how you like your food to be served. It's the least he can do.

It's common knowledge that Mers have to protect their skin, even as humans, so they won't dry out. You and Floyd have a kind of symbiotic deal going on. You help him with skincare and he feeds you good food.

Floyd absolutely loves and adores you, and you are studying Marine Biology and he happens to be a Mer? This opportunity was too good for him to pass by so he gives you a potion so you can breathe underwater and takes you to see his homeland in the vast sea. It would be a great trip for you to also meet his parents! They are going to love you!

This Mer loves making you blush and he will turn extremely happy once he learns that you like being touched. Floyd's love language is 1 000% touching, hugging, tickling, biting, and kissing. Did I say biting? I meant nibbles.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#276

“So Billy it’ll just be us for the rest of the afternoon. In the few hours you have been here, I have noticed your lack of respect for your mother. Your Aunt Diane and I both think you need to be talked to. Seeing you have no dad to guide you, I’m here to give you that lesson on respect of your elders. I told Diane to take your mom to go shopping and leave us alone. I gave her my credit card and told her to enjoy spending as much time as she needs with her sister. I have all the time in the world to put your punk ass in its place….

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me. Listen here you little piece of shit. I spent twelve years in the Army breaking in turds like you. You are nothing special. I’m ten steps ahead of you. Never forget that.

“Don’t ‘Uncle Mike’ me. That’s ‘Sir’ to you. Don’t fucking laugh….

“…Now that was just one fucking slap across your face, and I was able to knock you across the room. You really are that pathetic. Your dad left you what six or seven years ago, and it’s clear that you have no one to make you into a man, a real man. You just graduated high school. You have no job. You ain’t going into the Army. You are too stupid even for the Marines. You don’t have a girlfriend. Hell, have you had any pussy? Fingerbanging a watermelon doesn’t count….

“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re still a virgin aren’t you?... Do you even like girls—you’re probably a fag. Funny, you look like a total sperm burper….

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth! That’s the second and last smack you will get from me. I barely even touch you and you end up on the floor. Next time it is going to be something that will hurt more. Of course you look like a fag. There’s nothing manly about you.

“Now get up off the floor…. Fuck! Ain’t this a pretty site—you on your knees. There’s one way to settle if you are a fag. You ever suck dick? Well, smacking you around has given me a chubby. Wanna see it? No, wanna taste it? Don’t tell me ‘No.’ Let me ask again. Want to taste it?... You don’t have to say the word, just open your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. I knew you fucking wanted this. No, don’t close up now. Take my cock in your hand and guide it in. Let me just say, you bite me, and I’ll knock out your teeth. You grab my balls, and I will break your fingers. You try anything stupid, and I’ll break your face.

“That’s it. Use your tongue to swirl around my cockhead. Get that tongue under my foreskin. Fuck yeah! Does this feel good. Your aunt gives lousy head…. See how much you can stick in your mouth. Oh yeah! Come to think of it, if I recall, your mom gave an adequate blowjob as well…. Yeah I fucked her many, many years ago. That’s between you and me.

“Stick your tongue out as much you can. That’s it. Fucker, that’s how you open up your throat. Oh man. I am not going to last much longer. Move your hands to my ass. Yeah like that. Now rub your finger across my shithole. Like that.

“Oh fuck I’m close. I do cum in buckets. Get ready to swallow bitch. Ugh! Uh! Fuck! Swallow! I said swallow motherfucker! Ugh. Man.

“Fuck that was hot. Hotter than I thought it would be. We are definitely going to be doing this a number of times over the next few days. Hell, I can go multiple rounds. You can count on being butt fucked in an hour or so.

“Kid, you are a natural. And that defiant look in your eyes is gone. I don’t for one moment believe that you were a fag before, but you are one now. You’re welcome.”

[indianamoonshine]

Girl Talk | Din Djarin x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: What does a gal do when she’s just been railed by the most notorious bounty hunter in The Galaxy? Call her best friend of course.

A/N: Just something to tide you over until the next installment of Strawberry! I have anxiety and I need to busy my hands without thinking too much! This takes place after season 2!

There’s a crackling on the other end of the receiver. The telegraph service majorly bites out here on Besiana, which has been dubbed “the trench of The Galaxy”. Getting connected to Gabriele at all is a miracle in itself, though not without exploiting a few (somewhat) illegal hacks by yours truly.

Hells, not even this shitty phoning service can put you in a sour mood.

When Gabriele’s voice sounds at the other end, it gives the air that he’s just awoken from a heavy sleep or he’s suffering a hangover. Probably both. “Now what the hell are you doing all the way out in butt-fucking-nowh…” he starts.

You’re quick to cut him off. “Take a guess.”

Gabriele groans and there’s a rummaging in the background. Something sounds as though it falls off a surface - his alarm clock, probably. He must be in the inner rim somewhere.

“Miss girl, I don’t have time to play these games with you. My head is pounding. Now tell me why you’re in the catacombs of The Galaxy’s ass and…”

Behind you, a body shuffles from outside the refresher door. Your heart thuds rambunctiously in your chest as you carefully peer through a crack of the opening. Din Djarin - The Galaxy’s most notorious Mandalorian- is taking a seat with his rifle in hand. You watch as he begins to disassemble it with great technical precision. Something about watching him take apart his weapon causes your stomach to flutter.

And your knees to weaken.

“I just had sex,” you tell him in a whisper.

Gabriele is silent on the other end for a moment and then lets out a sigh of great disappointment. “Congratulations. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

“The best sex of my life.”

There’s another pause. “Oh?” His interest has piqued, voice more alert at the prospect of juicy gossip. After all, what were best friends for?

You let this linger in the air for a minute, just to marinate his curiosity, and then peek at Din again. He’s taking a rag and wiping the barrel of the rifle; if it weren’t for the helmet upon his head, you’d swear he was concentrating with furrowed and ascetic brow.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian who made a giant fuss a couple of years ago?” you inquire lowly, eyes unable to leave the steadiness of Din’s deft hands.

Those hands. You have to stop yourself from moaning at the recent memories. You swear you can still feel the ghostly sear they left in their wake. The naked skin upon your hips tingles at the sheer recollection, the slick still upon your thighs all-too prevalent.

“You’re lying,” is what Gabriele gasps, absolutely scandalized. You imagine him shooting up in bed and covering his mouth in awe. He was always so dramatic but you couldn’t blame him if he did. This was the exact reaction you were hoping for.

Din grabs another piece of his rifle and starts up again. You have to tear yourself away from looking at him and instead surmise yourself in the mirror. It isn’t very big in any sense of the word but it’ll do. You take a look at your face (blushed and bright) and then your eyes (dazed and dick-drunk). Hells, this man has ruined you.

“I know you have questions,” you reply, tapping at your cheeks. They feel softer somehow.

Gabriele squeaks a bit under his breath. “Did he take off his helmet?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see it. “No. And I think it awoken something in me.”

He tsks. “Damn. I wanna know what he looks like. Okay…”

“I know he’s a brunette,” you say slyly.

Gabriele shrieks at the other end and you have to angle the receiver away with a laugh. “Is it big?”

You recall the tactical consideration- albeit brief - it took to get his dick in your mouth. You did it though, ‘ole girl. You tap yourself on the shoulder with a proud grin.

“Oh, it is. It’s…it’s very nice.”

You find yourself looking out the door again. Din’s moved onto another gun - he’s already put together the last. You grow weary at the sight of his gloved hands alone, but when your eyes trail downwards you find yourself swallowing something thick in your throat. Which in turn, of course, reminds you of the tanginess still lingering upon your tongue.

“Gabriele,” you say seriously, voice so low you can barely hear yourself. “I came eight times.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Gabriele sounds more than just excited - now he sounds jealous. You can’t help but giggle.

You raise a hand to your chest in a show of honesty. “I mean it. Eight times. He went down on me for an hour.”

“I thought you said he didn’t take off his helmet?” Gabriele asks suspiciously.

You chuckle lowly. “Oh, that’s where it gets really good.”

Gabriele - one of the biggest sluts in The goddamned Galaxy - was no stranger to sex. So when you tell him that you were blindfolded during this portion of an absolute wild ride, you’re shocked to find him screeching once more.

You’re about to continue - to confide in him about the brutal rhythm of the ordeal - until a knock startles you. You press the receiver against your chest, still flushed and naked from the previous romp.

Din calls your name from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

You freeze, contemplating on everything you could say to this most bland of questions. “I’ll be out in a moment!” you decide, scolding yourself for being so timid. You were at the end of his dick a half-hour ago.

Din mumbles something and then departs. After he’s within a safe distance, you quickly raise the receiver and say, “I have to go. But I’ll tell you everything later.”

Gabriele gawks, “Was that him?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. Now I really have to go.”

“Oh my gods, okay. Fine.”

You smile, clutching at the durasteel of the phone. “Promise. Love you.”

Your best friend sighs theatrically. “Love you too. Be safe, okay? I don’t even know who I’d call to go after him if something happened to you. No one would be stupid enough.”

The idea of Din doing anything to put you in harm’s way is inconceivable. You’ve only known him for a short amount of time - a couple of weeks at most - but you already trust him with your life.

“I’d die a happy woman,” you joke.

A short while later, you exit the refresher with sopping, clean hair and any traces of sex scrubbed away from between your legs. Din’s allowed you to wear one of his night shirts (an honor in itself) because your clothes had been soiled.

Din is placing his rifle upon its rack when you sneak by for the kitchen. You pour yourself a cup of Java - black, unfortunately, because of Din’s lack of sweet tooth. The liquid is steaming hot so you blow on it before bringing it to your lips.

“Do you want one?” you ask him, taking a sip. It burns. “Oof.”

Din turns, armor somehow so dexterous in its bulk. “No, thank you. But…”

In a surprising move, Din reaches for your hips and pulls you flush against him, ignoring the mug altogether. You shriek, worried it might spill, and set it upon the countertop, but he pays little to no mind.

“You took awhile,” he mumbles, hands grasping at the flesh of your hips. They’ve already been treated so roughly today, and now you were sure there’d be bruising. Good.

You chew at your bottom lip, desperate to know what his eyes might look like. You imagine he has dark eyes - like the color of the sky at nightfall. Maybe they became brighter in the light of the suns. Maybe they crinkled when he laughed - if he were capable of that, anyway. You’ve yet to hear such music.

“I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” you confess, avoiding the steel gaze of his faceplate.

Din hums under his breath and taps your chin, lifting it just barely so that you can meet his stare. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, fluttering your lashes in a vain attempt to remain mysterious.

Din reaches for something behind you and reveals a scrap of fabric. “How about we try for nine?” The modulator of his helmet crackles a bit, causing his voice to sound more severe than what he may have liked.

But it does something to you.

You nod sweetly, a tiny grin threatening to sneak its way upon your face, before he takes you within his arms and lifts you upon the counter.

A shrieking, but playful, giggle bursts from your lips. “Din!” you chide, but tie the fabric around your eyes all the same.

The hiss of his helmet sounds, notifying you that he’s revealing himself to the elements now. You can hear his natural breath and feel the way it fans against your collarbones before he kisses you fiercely.

“Let me give you something to really talk about.”

[shraqsmuses]

"Oh my GOD. WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW, YOU NOSY, PLASTICALLY INFLATED PIG?"

"Oh. Was I not supposed to--"

"NO. If you think I'm writing some kind of threat to somebody, I'm NOT. I would prefer to give threats to people in person like this. GO. AWAY. BEFORE I SIGN THIS APPLICATION WITH YOUR BRAIN JUICES."

"Alright then. Sorry about that. I'll try to make myself known next time. Also, these are natural."

"How about you make yourself unknown next time, you actual tick? Why do you keep coming up to me and walking away like you did nothing? Seriously, WHY? I wanna make your face as red as your hair at this point."

"First of all, you approached me first when we first met. I think you wanted me to help you break into a marine base because 'I'm a spy,' or whatever? It shouldn't matter now. Second, assuming I know what this is about, I did that because I think you were too harsh on Aoi."

"Who?"

"The girl whose hair smells like chlorine."

"Oh. The mun was beggin' to have his muses bullied so I did! You know talking's not the only kind of bullying that can happen, right? Don't tell me you're gonna pester my butt over me spooking someone on Halloween next. You do that and I'm gonna use ya to give people somethin' they'll spill their guts all over after they shrivel up their lungs!"

"Even so, verbal bullying can have results that are as devastating as physical injuries."

"Pfffft! What a loada bull! You think I can make a living off of making people's brains ache? Heck no! I wanna make splatter them all over the place!"

"There are people out there who love to be degraded. I think physical torture can amplify the degrading too."

"Ah. So it's like a 'crushing their spirit' thing, right?"

"... I need to watch what I'm saying. I'm going to leave like you wanted me t--"

"NO, NO, no no! Stay!"

"Why? Do you want me to review what you're--"

"DON'T LOOK AT THAT!"

"Fine. Why do you want me to stay again?"

"You haven't answered my question yet, dummy."

"Okay... It's more of a kink thing. Do you want people to get off at your... Violence?"

"Mmmmm... Maybe. Voyeurs can do whatever they wanna do. Maybe the people getting beat up can also get off to it but it's only fun if I get past their threshold. That's where the REAL hot stuff happens~"

"Okay. Cool. Can I go now? I can feel my head getting emptier the more I see you."

"You can. Wait, I have one more question!"

"Alright."

"Why do you put up with me? No, why do you always get so morbid when you talk to me?"

"Would you prefer it if I talked about anything else?"

"Nnnnno? But also yeah? Talk about your wolf or something. Your breasts. Why are you asking me how my first kill felt and stuff???"

"Hmm. I guess I never answered that. I guess I will now. I want to know if you were fully aware of what you were doing when you killed your first person. You've seen people who weren't cut out to be killers, have you?"

"Sure but... Can we just stop there? I'm still not gonna tell you how my first kill felt."

"Of course. Now I can leave."

"Yeah. See ya."

"Same."

"... Hope her head's not actually getting emptier. It would be funny it was but..."

[desiraypark]

The Weight (Pt. I)

Clyde x Sherri (Non-Linear Series) This entry is in response to @aloneandsleepless​‘ prompt request! The message reads: Hey Desi darling! Can we have a little drama with Clyde and Sherri? Requesting "being physically/emotionally vulnerable" from the Non Sexual Forms of Intimacy list! You're so incredibly creative, I'm sure you'll come up with something amazing! ❤️ First of all, thank you *cries*. Second, I hope this meets your expectations! :) Content: Angsty? | Sadness/depression (denial of depression); impostor’s syndrome; ageism (imposed on self because it’s imposed by society, tbh lol); couple’s spat; spouse approaching the other but the appropriateness and effectiveness of the method might be debatable.  A lil’ bit o’sap. Word Count: 2,402

“The llllittle...boy licks to...likes to b...ah...ck...” “Vroom, vroom...!” Sherri looked away from her pan and glanced in the dining room at the children. Chris’ face was inches away from their homework, and Sid had turned the dining table into a freeway for their toy car. 

“What are your ‘a’ sounds?” Sherri asked.  “Ah, ah...” Chris said.  “And the other one?”  “Ay...” “Did you try the other sound?”  Chris looked back down at the worksheet. “B-ay-kuh...bake...” Sherri looked back at the pan. “Good job. Start it from the beginning.” “The little boy likes to bake...” “Vroooooooooom...” “...he licks...likes...” “Sid?” Sherri called. “Yes?” “Can you play quietly so Chris can concentrate?” “Yes, Mommy. Sorry.” “It’s alright. Thank you.” Sid turned the vocal engine off and drove the car in silence. Suddenly, there was a rumble at the front door. The lock turned and the kids hopped up from the table and ran through the living room. 

“Daddy!” they shouted.

Clyde opened the door and scooped both of the little ones up in his arms. “Arrrgh!” he growled, holding them up.  “What’s goin’ on?” he asked. He planted kisses on both of their foreheads and put them back down.  “Ms. Daniels gave us homework today!” Chris exclaimed. “Oh yeah?” “Long sentences!”  “Well, alright, my lil’ Einstein,” Clyde said.  The trio made their way into the dining room, but the kids sat back at the table. Clyde walked straight for the kitchen and Sherri gave him her cheek to kiss. “Mmm...” he hummed. “Those lips taste as good?” Sherri smirked and faced Clyde so he could give her a peck on the lips. Then another. And another. “Eww!!!” the children said. “Eww?!” Clyde mocked them. “What y’all mean eww?” Sherri and the kids laughed. Then, Clyde rested his hands on Sherri’s protruding belly. He gave it a rub. “Now what you got to say about it, Littlest One?” “It said, please don’t keep mommy up tonight...” Sherri mumbled.  “Well, I can’t make no promises on that...” Clyde whispered in her ear, before giving the lobe a nibble.  “Leave my kitchen, Clyde,” Sherri said giggling. Clyde gave her butt a tap and walked into the dining room. “What’s this homework about?” he asked, sitting beside Chris.  “Different stuff,” the oldest responded. Clyde adjusted his glasses by the hinge and looked over the homework--a sheet full of short sentences. 

“You or Mommy are supposed to draw lines under the stuff I said wrong,” Chris added. “Is that so?” Clyde read the instructions and realized that either he or Sherri had to underline any words Chris had gotten wrong, or didn’t self-correct. So far, only the word “fluffy” had a line under it. Clyde smiled at the sight. “Underline bake, Baby.” Sherri said. Clyde searched the table and noticed the red ink pen resting against the table’s centerpiece. He underlined “bake”.  “Hey, Babygirl...?” Clyde called over his shoulder. “Mm-hmm?” Sherri responded. “A man came into the restaurant this afternoon. He started a non-profit education center. Supposed to help kids with all kinds of needs. I uh...I got his card for you.” Sherri froze for a second, then kept cooking. “For what?” “He’s lookin’ for people to join his team. It’s very new. He wants people from different backgrounds helpin’ him out...”  Sherri didn’t say anything. She turned off the stove and reached into the cupboard for plates. “Okay.” _____________________ Later “What’s this you were telling me about? About this man?” Sherri asked, walking into the bedroom. 

Clyde was already in bed with a book. Sherri grabbed a bottle of cocoa butter lotion from her dresser and sat on the bed.  “He started a non-profit company for kids with special needs. Behavioral, academic. Kids with problems at home, anything. He said he wanted to hire a few reading tutors...” Sherri began to rub the lotion on her belly. The circular motions soothing her emotionally, as well as physically. “He said you didn’t need a formal education. It wouldn’t pay much now, but it would be a great experience.” Sherri let out a wry laugh. “So, you told a stranger in a restaurant that your dropout wife was looking for a low-paying job?” Clyde stared at the back of Sherri’s head with furrowed brows. “No, I said I would tell my wife about it, and see if she’s interested.” Sherri closed the lotion’s cap and put it back on her dresser. “Well, thank you for thinking of me, Baby. But I’m good...”  She yanked back her covers and climbed into the bed.  “But are you, though, Baby?” Clyde asked. Sherri was just about to turn on her side before she glared back at him.  “What do you mean?” she asked. “It ain’t no secret that you regret not settin’ out to be in education, Babygirl. I thought this would be a good way to get you back on track. But I guess I was wrong,” Clyde said. Sherri turned on her side and laid down. “Yeah, you were. I don’t need you job huntin’ for me.” Clyde looked down at his book. He tried to keep reading, but Sherri’s response was eating away at him. He took in a deep breath. “So, you just wanna be a receptionist for the rest of your life, Sherri?” He didn’t have to see her face to know what it looked like. Slowly, Sherri turned on her back and sat completely up.  “What is this about, Clyde? Are you ashamed of me all of a sudden?” she asked. Clyde huffed, then closed his book.  “No...” he answered. “But I know when you’re feeling sad, Baby. And I know you’ve been real sad these last few months.” “First of all, don’t tell me when I’m sad. I’m not sad. I’m not depressed or any of that. And even if I was, that doesn’t have shit to do with my job...”

“Sherri...” Clyde said patiently. “You can deny it all you want to. But you know and I know that you ain’t happy where you are.” “I am happy!” Sherri snapped. “What are you talking about?!” “You like your job, Sherri. But you ain’t happy,” Clyde continued on. “You regret not finishin’ school, Baby. It’s all over your face. You think you’re hidin’ it from me, but you’re not. You never have. And denyin’ it hasn’t made it better.” Sherri scoffed. “Please, Clyde. You don’t know what I’m hidin’ and what I’m not. Whatever the case may be, I’m halfway through my life, now. I’m damn near 40 years old, I’ve got two kids--almost got three. I’ve got to run around after three kids--” “Stop usin’ our kids as a crutch, Sherri.” Sherri’s eyebrows lifted. She was speechless. Clyde wasn’t as mild and meek as people assumed he was, but he’d never drilled into anyone like this before. Especially Sherri. He had the patience of a saint, and Sherri could tell that the patience had suddenly started wearing thin. But so was hers. “You my therapist now, Clyde?” Clyde drew in a deep breath. “No, I’m not. But I am your husband. And I know you better than I know the back of my own hand.”

“And look here. I don’t appreciate you sittin’ up here talkin’ like you the only one takin’ care of our kids...” “That’s not what I said. And it’s not what I meant, either,” Sherri responded.

“Whatever you meant, there ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ you from goin’ back to school, but you. I tell you about a potential job in your field, and you up in here actin’ like I stole somethin’ from you,” Clyde fussed. “I just don’t understand where this is comin’ from. Our life is just fine right now. Since when did you start feelin’ like it wasn’t good enough? Suddenly it’s so bad that you need to go job scoutin’ for me?” “Ain’t nobody say all that, Sherri. Yes, our life is just fine. It’s real nice. But you ain’t no “just fine” kinda girl. You ain’t never been,” Clyde said. 

“Everything about you is excellent, but when it comes to stuff like this--your dream, you start actin’ real cowardly.” 

Sherri stared at Clyde and huffed.  “Look. Whatever the case, Clyde. I don’t need you bein’ my reference. I don’t need you recommendin’ jobs for me. You worry about what you’ve got goin’ on, and I’ll take care of what I’ve got goin’ on.” Clyde nodded. “Alright.” He put his book on the nightstand and took off his bionic arm. He put the arm on his dresser, climbed back in bed, and turned off the lamp on his nightstand. Then, he slid down and pulled the covers over him.

“You ain’t got to worry about me sayin’ another thing,” he added. “Gon’ and pass that impostor’s syndrome down to our baby.” Sherri didn’t give his statement a chance to marinate in the air. 

“I think you should sleep on the couch,” she said without hesitation, or a even a thought. And Clyde didn’t argue. He climbed out of the bed, grabbed his pillows, and walked out of the room with them. He dug through the linen closet for a blanket, and curled into a ball on the little chaise of their sectional.  ____________________ The Next Day As she did every weekday morning, Sherri got up at 4:30AM. The scent of oatmeal soap still strong from last night’s shower, she gave herself a quick wipe down at the sink, then got Sid up. She helped Sid take care of their personal needs, and got them dressed. Per usual, mother and future middle child got a quick bite and made their way to the Busy Bees Daycare. Every week day, Sherri oversaw the front desk of the daycare and helped to keep an eye on all of the children, including her own.  Every week day--even on Mondays when he didn’t work--Clyde woke up and got Chris and himself ready. They too, sat at the table for a quick bite--cereal, usually. Then, Clyde would walk Chris to school. Today was a work day, so he hung out at home for about for about 45 minutes before making the seamless fifteen (or twenty, depending on his mood) minute drive to Strafford’s Kitchen. Today was definitely a “twenty minute drive to work” kind of day. Sherri always got off at 2 o’clock. Her and Sid would head home and hang out until it was time to pick Chris up. They’d walk to the school, chat with Chris’ teacher, and make their way back home to start homework and dinner. When Clyde was off, he would start dinner while Sherri and Sid walked to get the eldest Logan child.  Sherri had spent her day snatching every chance at mental solitude she could find. Clyde didn’t know what he was talking about. She was happy at Busy Bees. Had been for seven years. And more importantly, it was too late for her to consider going back to school. Especially with the cost of tuition nowadays.

“What’s on your mind, Sherri Pie?” Mrs. Barbara asked. She’d snatched Sherri out of a daze. “Hmm?” Sherri asked. “Everything alright?”  Sherri forced a smile and nodded. “Yes, everything is fine.”  Mrs. Barbara raised an eyebrow at her and Sherri laughed. “Me and the husband had a little spat, that’s all.” “Hmm,” Mrs. Barbara said with a nod. “And you know what Mrs. Barbara?” Sherri asked. “What?” she responded. She peeped into the commons space to get a look at the children, then back at Sherri.  “I just might owe that man an apology.” Mrs. Barbara laughed. “Well, wives can be wrong sometimes, believe it or not. What was the argument about? If you don’t mind me asking...” Sherri shook her head and rolled her eyes--at herself, of course. “He started talking to me about going back to school, and things like that...and I got really defensive, I think.” “You think?” Sherri sighed again. “I did.” “Do you want to go back to school?” Mrs. Barbara asked. “It would be nice, but it would just be too much right now. With Sid and Chris, and this one...” “Well, I’m gonna stop you right there, Sherri,” Mrs. Barbara said. “It would be nice sounds like you want to go...” “...yeah, well...” “You’ve got us. You’ve got your neighbors. And from what I know of Clyde, that man would put the world on his shoulders for you if he could. You’ve got more support than a lot of people in this world...” Sherri chuckled to herself. “Clyde said something along those lines.” “Well...” Mrs. Barbara said, peeping into the commons space again. “If Clyde and I mirror each other’s thoughts, then he must be right.” Mrs. Barbara winked and walked back into the commons area. Sherri just smiled to herself.  ____________________ Sherri and Sid returned home at about 2:30. “Can I watch TV, Mommy?” Sid asked. “Sure, baby,” Sherri said. She put her purse on the coffee table, turned on the television and flipped straight to PBS. Then, she made her way to the kitchen to hang her keys on the HOME hook. A familiar greeting card was sitting on the counter. On the front, it said “For You, Just Because. Blood rushed to Sherri’s cheeks, and she opened the card.

Her handwriting was on the right side, and read: Honeybunch, I love you and I appreciate you. Thank you for loving me and taking care of me. I know you’re feeling down now, but I want you to know that I’m always here, and I want to take care of you just as much as you do me. Love You, Sherri New handwriting was on the left side of it: 10/12/2027 Babygirl, I love you with ever fiber of my being. And I’ll never stop taking care you. No matter how much you take on, be it a little or a lot, I’m always going to carry it all with you. I just want you to be happy. And I want you to believe in yourself just as much as I do. If not more.  Love You More, Honeybunch Butterflies fluttered in Sherri’s belly. She gave her little bump a rub and read Clyde’s message one more time before closing the card. Then, she walked into the living room, joined Sid on the sofa, and pulled the raven-haired middle child into her arms.  “Goodness, I can’t believe Arthur is still comin’ on...” she said.  ____________________ TAG LIST @aloneandsleepless​​ @direnightshade​​ @finn-ray-nal-beads​​ @a-true-janian-reply​​ @thegreenmatt​​ @sister-winter73​​ @loewsy55​​​ @mariesackler​​​ @clydes-hole​​​ @sydneyssmut​​​ @kirah36​​ @lovelyyandtired​ @morby​ @tsarinastorm​ @clydes-hole​ Tag List request post

[brujeria-histeria]

Swimsuit hacy fic

Macy owned no swimsuits currently, her last regular swimsuit, she grew out of and the other one was a beach patrol bathing suit she owned from her second year of college when she got to do a special semester of marine biology and chemicals in a coastal city. 

Macy was also not one to really show off too much of her “assets” and instead usually chose to wear long flowy clothing or long sleeve shirts. So when Maggie proposed for the 4th of July, 2 days away,that they have a pool day at this fancy resort an hour into town, Macy panicked a bit. 

“Maggie it sounds wonderful but it takes me entirely too long find a suitable swimsuit to cover everything properly.” Macy did not want to make excuses, while she could usually find a nice fitting top, she had a shapely and curvaceous butt that did not like to cooperate with swimsuit season. 

“Macy, you’re have the body of a model, what swimsuit isn’t going to fit you?” Maggie deadpanned.

“Its not my size, it’s just that… I always get a little shy when I’m in a swimsuit. I never know if its too much or.” 

“Oh, no we’re gonna fix that.” Maggie waved her hand and got up to leave. “Don’t worry I’ll find you something perfect.”

For some reason Macy was nervous about Maggie getting her a swimsuit, and she had good reason to be because Maggie needed to confirm an unspoken attraction Harry had for her older sister, and now was the best time to see it in action. 

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2 days later on the morning of fourth of july, maggie had arranged for them to get into the secure resort via a kappa member who worked there, although she begged Harry to let her use his credit card to book it because they would stay the night. Which he relented as long as she promised to behave accordingly so they wouldn’t get fined. 

the hotel room was huge, and more like a fancy apartment, which Harry nearly fainted when she told him how much the room actually went for, but sighed in some relief when she said her friend got it for them at a regular room rate. The girls would share one bedroom while harry would take the other. 

They all got ready for the pool & lounge below and put on their swimsuits. Mel had on a cheetah print monokini and matching cover up, Maggie wore a hot pink & leaf print bikini that had a bustier top and coverup which mel bought for her. Harry had on of course, a burgundy pair of swimming trunks and, ugh, a Hawaiian Shirt like a true DAD, and the Jesus 4000 sandals. 

“Harry, we need to have a sift through your closet.” Maggie shook her head. 

“What?” he said glancing down at himself. 

Mel laughed and teased Harry for looking like such an uncle. “People are gonna think you’re our dad or something.” 

“I don’t look old enough to be your father! Maybe Maggie but-”

“You look old enough in that outfit.” Mel teased. 

the last sister Macy, had not emerged from the room yet, she whispered to maggie to come help her tie the back. Once maggie was in the room, Macy hadn’t even put on the swimsuit. 

“Maggie what the hell is this??” she whisper-yelled pointing to the navy blue strappy, very limited material of the bikini that Maggie bought her. 

“A swimsuit Dr. Vaughn.” Maggie blinked. 

“I cannot go down there wearing this!” 

“Macy, I am so sick of you covering yourself up out of shame, that she be something you only do if you want to.” 

“I do want to.” 

“Yeah only because you still for some reason believe you can’t be sexy and smart. You’re a strong woman, and plus all of us have to give the haters something to talk about. Own how smoking hot you are.” 

“What haters?” Macy looked around confused.

“The haters of life.” Maggie shooed. “We’re gonna head down, meet us down there and don’t look like a nerd, if you can last an hour I’ll let you have my coverup.”

Macy pursed her lips, she was too old to act the same way she has been since she was a body conscious 14 yr old. This was the year of trying something new.

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“Where’s your sister? She taking an awfully long time, and we’re going to lunch soon.” Harry asked.

“She’s coming….” Maggie hoped she was coming, it had been 30 minutes. 

“Maybe her bathing suit tore or something?” Mel suggested. Hm I could help her go get another one.

“No no no, I picked this one out myself and I have great taste. Harry you’ll be begging me to help me after you see Macy.” 

“Why would I-” Harry stopped mid sentence and just stared wide eyed, at the absolute vision coming across the concrete of the pool side. It was Macy with a very skimpy, very strappy, hip hugging bikini. He gulped. 

“I-I- well uh, I.” He stuttered out. 

Maggie grinned to see her sister coming across the pool side, with the heels on, which Maggie also sabotaged for her to only be able to wear those knowing Macy would never go barefoot in public.

“OH MY GODDESS.” Mel laughed. “Macy you look incredible!” 

Macy blushed as she approached, while Harry still said nothing, duly noted by Maggie, all he did was simply stare.

“Harry, you ok there.” Maggie prodded. 

“Uh, um, yes, I just uh, have never seen your sister’s stomach before…..” he trailed off. 

“Mm hm.” Maggie reclined in her chair. 

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The rest of the day was full of drinks, food and Harry fending off the plethora of thirsty men from hitting on his three charges, looking extra jealous when they hit on Macy, who he tried very hard to look her in the eyes at all times. Dammit Maggie. 

He didn’t know what the youngest was up to, but she was obviously schememing, she grinned at his blushing face whenever he turned away from Macy. He considered not drinking tonight to avoid hiccups but Maggie was already shoving mimosas in his face and Mel handed him tequila shots, two of which she got free from the female bartender who chatted her up. 

Harry was enjoying himself nonetheless, until maggie pulled him and Macy onto the dancefloor then left them both there while she ran to “get drinks”. Harry muttered awkwardly, while Macy gave her signature awkward grin, they stood silently until the movie bodies bumped into them, pushing them together. 

“I’m not much of a dancer.” Harry looked down. 

“Me either, well I danced ballet, but uh I was never really into club dancing and stuff, you know boundaries..” Macy rambled. 

Maggie watched from afar, even if they didn’t dance it was satisfying to see those two adorable nerds turn new shades of pink and red. 

“Uh, I’m not one for the, erm grinding, either, perhaps let’s just slip off while Maggie isn’t here. Macy nodded and led Harry by the hand who felt a jolt of electricity and then heat around his neck, which earlier he remedied by jumping in the pool, but they were a bit aways from the pool and the only way through the crowd at this point was toward the balcony garden.

“Macy, I must say, I’ve been acting strange today, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, given, well….”

“You’re fine Harry. I’ve never seen so many shades of red before.” she giggled. 

“Ah well yes, the color of it, suits you. You honestly look good in any color.. Maybe I should have Maggie pick my closet, you look amazing.” Harry rubbed his neck, and looked Macy in her eyes. 

“Do you wanna, stay here to look at the fireworks, I think this is good spot, while everyone is too busy on the dance floor. I mean we’ve got an hour but,”

“I’d love to stay here with you.” Harry smiled. 

[nataliejoyart]

Unit Zero: Chapter Three

This is chapter three of a story of mine: Unit Zero. It’s about a group of kids brought together by people who once protected the universe so that the honorable duty can be passed to another generation. Previous chapters can be found in older posts.

~Payton Dodson~

Payton Dodson scoffed under his breath as he shoved his way back into the main locker room.

That went well, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

So it turned out there was a reason everyone not only stayed away from Ren Graves but also reason for them warning Payton not to get too close. Nobody wanted to be around a rude, selfish, stuck-up demon of a boy. Then again, most people were that way, but hid it so that they’d be “accepted by society”.

What Payton did know: he’d sworn to himself that he’d help people. He didn’t need to be a superhero or anything. But some day, he’d drag people out of the pits they were in and show them the light.

Another thing he now knew: Some people didn’t want his help, apparently. His help or anyone else’s.

A twinge of pity bit Payton in the side, though. He could remember that days when he was that way. Being in the foster system, as Ren had so bluntly pointed out, could do that to you. Especially when the biological parents you had loved with everything you were had died, and the blame was placed on you. Payton was frankly relieved that a family from up North adopted him six years ago. Up here, he had a new start. A clean slate. Nobody knew who he was. Then again, it wasn’t like anybody really cared either. But what did it all boiled down to? Payton could recognize a crappy childhood. And Ren displayed all the signs.

Maybe Ren’s just that much of a jerk. Payton thought. Or maybe Poppy just puts on a brave face. And has real people skills. Payton thought to himself.

Because, oddly enough, Ren’s identical twin sister seemed like the type of girl who grew up with underbearing parents who spoiled her most of her childhood.

Poppy Graves was the peppiest, sweetest girl Payton had ever met. Her hair was always tied up with ribbons and clips that sparkled like jewels among the curly, black mane. And she didn’t seem to have a single negative word in her vocabulary. It wouldn’t have been true to say that everyone at Fairbanks High loved Poppy, but Payton could certainly say nobody held any kind of grudge with her.

Payton could see her across the gynasium. Well, he did before a dodge ball knocked him onto his butt after it rocketed into his gut at a ridiculous speed.

“Yer out, Dodson!” the coach shouted across the gym.

Payton stumbled back to his feet, wandering over to the sidelines, eyes still attached to Ren’s twin. It’s not like Ren was a stalker or anything. But, yeah... He had a crush… On the person whose brother currently had it out for him.

If you like her, talk to her, you doofus. A voice in Payton’s head pushed.

He rubbed his neck as a cold chill brushed past it.

No, I can’t do that. Especially with…

Payton’s eyes flicked across the gym, watching the shadowed figure of Ren Graves slumped, unnoticed by everyone around him, just underneath the scaffolding of the bleachers. A shiver ran down Payton’s spine as he thought of how much Ren looked like a ghost. Payton hated ghosts. The concept of them had always made him severely uncomfortable. Not necessarily scared, but…

Ren’s pale white skin and bright eyes sat starkly against the dark contrast of his dark hiding place. And his head wasn’t hidden underneath his black hoodie as it usually was, allowing an untamed thatch of curly, black hair to stick out wildly like some kind of mangled mop head. He was also turned, staring through the cracks in the bleacher seats at his sister.

But Payton didn’t have time to be staring at his eighth grade crush all day. After all, they only shared one class. It was a shame, and Payton was still trying to adjust to watching the backs of kids far larger and more rugged than himself as he sat through the last period of the day: quantum mechanics and theoretical physics. Well, it wasn’t really a class, especially with Payton’s knack for it.

So you’re a book-smarts kid, eh?

Payton frowned. What the heck? Book-smart? I’m not a walking textbook. I actually use my brain, not just store crap in it to sound intelligent.

Fair point. But what about street smarts? Any good with those?

The cold shiver from before ran down Payton’s spine.

Why am I thinking about this crap? Besides, they’re probably better than anyone else here. I doubt jocks grew up in a broken foster system… Not that I’ve had to survive on the side of a road in a few years… but still…

You wanna test that out? ‘Cause from an Arizona kid to an Alaskan, this terrain is pretty rugged. I could see why Natalie would live up here.

Payton shifted uneasily in his seat, rolling out his shoulders uncomfortable and glancing behind him. It wasn’t normal for him to think like tha-

A screech like a banshee made Payton jump out of his skin, heart rattling around in his chest faster than he preferred to handle. The last bell.

He shook his head, taking the opportunity to stand quickly and rush from the classroom, tossing his backpack over his shoulder. Making a beeline for the door, Payton couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder again as he broke off from the crowd shuffling towards the busses.

Just keep a cool head, Payton. Just until you get home… You can freak out then…

I can stay quiet until then, I suppose. Although there’s a lot that needs explaining.

As Payton practically ran down the sidewalks stretching out from Fairbanks High, those thoughts didn’t return. But they weren’t really like thoughts. It’d been more like… someone was… whispering into his ear or something. Or like he was listening to someone he couldn’t see and couldn’t tune out. But it was gone now, and Payton’s retreating pace slowed to a walk.

And it stayed that way the entire trek to the one place he felt comfortable in this world: The Corner Diner. A little mom-and-pop shop open almost all hours of the day on a lonely corner. It was a sort of hidden gem in Fairbanks, so not many knew of it All the restaurant offered for sit-in patrons was a long counter that separated the small open space where a few tables and chairs would have been welcome, but had never existed, from the kitchen in the back. A mere twenty stools lines the counter.

Almost every one of them was filled, save a single seat against the far wall. Payton sighed. It wasn’t any kind of special holiday or anything… although the weather was nice. And that often coaxed people from their homes. Some weird characters could show up at times, too. As Payton took the last stool, he recalled with a short chuckle the time near Easter when a man walked in dressed in a fluffy pink bunny suit, leading a pack of burly bikers all with rabbit ears on their heads.

No one particularly odd sat in the diner today. Payton had seated himself next to a man who had to be a hunter, dressed head-to-foot in camo with scruffy stubble riddling his chin. He and a buddy spoke gently between mouthfuls of hamburger, reeking of male body odor and frying grease.

But Payton just ordered his usual small basket of onion rings, hiding himself underneath a textbook and avoiding their glances. He had a rule when he came to the Corner Diner: no schoolwork, no studying, and no worrying. About anything. This was Payton’s cool-down time. Sure, it would only last thirty minutes or so, but between the school environment that, as today proved, didn’t quite suite him, and his foster parents back home… he needed some alone time.

And so that’s what Payton did. He slumped in the seat, lazily nibbling away at the perfectly-salted and fried onion rings underneath the shadow on his textbook wall he’d erected. The hunters left shortly after Payton arrived, their irritating stench drifting out the door with them as a new patron held it open, nodding to the hunters as they left.

“Hey there, kid.”

Payton peeked over his textbook, watching as a stocky man in a U.S. Marines cap slipped onto the stool two down from his own. He wore military fatigues and therefore carried that aura around him that demanded respect and made you sit up a little taller. He was a little odd, though, since his hair was not buzzed, but rather fell into his eyes, causing chronic hairflipping and brushing. And he wore deep red aviators, not even bothering to take them off as he continued to speak to Payton.

“What’re you doing by yourself?”

Payton glanced around nervously. “Uh, nothing. Just taking a little break after school.”

The Marine nodded. He was quiet for a while, allowing Payton to return to his onion rings. He didn’t know how to put it, but there was something… off… about this man. He wasn’t lying. Payton could recognize a liar.

“How old are you, kid?” the man asked through a mouthful of french fries. He nodded to the textbook, “That isn’t exactly junior-high level stuff.”

“Oh, uh… I’m thirteen.” Payton responded, removing his textbook wall and shoving it into his backpack. He didn’t want to seem rude.

The man grinned, “Only thirteen, huh? You sound like an old friend of mine.” He glanced at Payton, giving Payton an intrigued smile. “No offense, but you probably like to stick to those books of yours, huh? Not exactly the fighting type.”

Payton shrugged, shifting on the stool. “I dunno. Just because I’m smart doesn’t mean I can’t also be athletic.”

“That’s true.” the man chuckled.

There was something about the way he spoke… Payton couldn’t quite explain it. He found himself hanging onto every word, but there was something that seemed… unsettling… People didn’t usually just strike up conversations in the middle of a diner with six feet of counter space separating them.

Payton shoved his last onion ring down, pushing the tray towards the edge of the counter. He just wasn’t feeling right about this. Maybe it was the voice in his head from before that had turned his day sour. Although, Ren had started that cycle first. But he just wanted to go home now and be where he knew he could get some peace and quiet.

“Ya’know, kid, I have a feeling about you.” the Marine said as Payton shifted to leave. I think you’d do great in the academy I’m from.”

“The Marines?” Payton said, stopping, “But I thought you said I didn’t look ‘like the fighting type.’”

“But you said you could be.” he pointed out. “It’s not too far away, and there are a lot of pesky rules. But I have a feeling you’d be perfect.”

“I’m only thirteen.” Payton said, raising a skeptic eyebrow. Unease sat in his stomach like a rock.

Now hold on…

Payton spine tingled again. That voice!

I thought you were being quiet now! Payton hissed to himself - or the voice, he wasn’t sure. He felt like he was losing his mind.

Yeah, I usually can’t shut up. The voice said, It’s one of my defining traits. But you need to go with this man. You can trust him.

Uh, yeah, no thanks. Payton thought, slipping from the stool and reaching for his backpack. The only thing about him I can trust is that he gives me the creeps. Just like you.

“Your age isn’t a problem.” the man coaxed, turning his full attention now to Payton.

Payton roacked on his feet. “You know, sir, thanks, but… I think I’ll pass on your offer. I don’t think I’m military academy material.”

“Ah, come on. Listen to your head.”

And that was the red alarm for Payton. The Marine, as much as Payton respected the uniform, had crossed the line.

Although the Voice disagreed.

Yes, your head. Listen to your head. Listen to me. You. Can. Trust. Him.

[aussiephoenix7]

Wakey wakey, rise and shine - a Pretty Little Liars fic

"Sweetie, it's time to wake up." The petite brunette gently shakes the blonde in the bed beside her, "Come on, you need to wake up. I already let you sleep an extra half hour." A faint grumble can be heard when she pulls back the covers to expose her girlfriend's face. Aria chuckles when she sees Hanna grimace and groan against her sudden uncovering, it at that moment that Aria decides instead of the usual fight to wake her girlfriend and get her out of bed, she will make things interesting. She begins by placing a soft kiss on her forehead, then one on each eyebrow, two on each cheek and one on the tip of her nose before she reaches Hanna's lips. "Baby, you really need to get up and get in the shower."

"But I don't wanna." The blonde mutters, barely audible.

Placing a soft kiss on the blonde's lips Aria says, "We promised Emily, Spencer and Alison we would meet them for brunch after we bailed last weekend."

"Can't we just bail again? Tell them I'm sick or something."

Aria places a few gentle kisses on the blonde's lips, but when she feels the kiss being reciprocated she pulls away, "Babe you know we can't do that."

Pulling the covers back over herself, Hanna grumbles, "Well, it was worth a try."

"Hmm, I think I know something that might change your mind." Kissing her once more on the lips before she plants a kiss on Hanna's chin, "Or are you not interested?" The brunette begins to pull away but doesn't get far as she is stopped by a hand pressing against her back, "Okay then. Now, where was I? Oh yeah…here." Dragging her bottom lip along the blonde's jawline, Aria smiles when she feels her girlfriend shifting under her.

After more than a few drunken nights as friends and another two years as a couple, Aria is almost a hundred percent certain she knows every inch of the blonde's body and exactly where to kiss, suck, nibble or lick to get what she wants. Not that she is saying that Hanna doesn't know what drives her insane too, like that spot about three inches to the left of her navel, which when Hanna grazes her teeth across, her hips involuntarily buck and she will be instantly brought to the brink of orgasm. Or that her right earlobe is majorly more sensitive than her left and when her girlfriend nibbles and tugs on it, Aria will start cursing like a trucker, a major turn on for Hanna in the bedroom. Aria's favourite weakness of Hanna's is that hard to find spot on her neck when if found, a moan will always manage to escape her lips, no matter how hard she tries to stifle it, but she avoids that area and leaves small kisses all over Hanna’s neck and chest instead.

Slowly pulling back the covers Aria is thankful that Hanna sleeps in the nude, this way she can have access to her girlfriend without clothing hindering her little experiment. Aria watches as Hanna tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, she rakes her eyes over her girlfriend's naked and exposed body, a beautiful sight indeed, one that she never tires of seeing. Aria smirks, knowing her plan is working when she notices Hanna squeezing her eyes shut, a sign she doesn't want whatever this is, to stop. Aria leaves open mouth kisses all over Hanna's breasts, while taking the time to appreciate them, taking each nipple into her mouth, swirling and flicking her tongue around and grazing her teeth over them both, eliciting a moan each time. Travelling painfully slow down her stomach leaving a kiss here and a graze of her teeth or a nip there, always keeping Hanna guessing as to where and when the next touch will be.

Feeling the natural rise and fall of Hanna's chest quicken and become more erratic every time her lips and teeth would connect with her body, was just urging Aria to keep going. Hearing Hanna's breath hitch or the moans and whimpers that Hanna would release is making it hard for her to carry on with her plan and not just blow off brunch with the girls and take Hanna right now, but she pushes her own needs and desires aside for the moment and focuses on the task at hand, teasing Hanna.

Aria feels fingers entangling in her hair, "Oh Aria." She hears Hanna breathe as she moves back up and kisses the valley between her breasts, trailing her tongue down her stomach once again. Aria can feel Hanna fingernails digging into her scalp as she tugs on her hair, normally this would be painful but in this moment in time she couldn't care less. Hanna gasps as Aria places a kiss just below her navel, Aria smirks and moves to sit up, knowing she must stop before she goes too far. Feeling the shift Hanna frowns and her eyes snap open, "Where did you go?"

Aria laughs, "I told you already, you need to get up and shower."

Hanna props herself up on her elbows and looks at Aria, her expression priceless. Mouth agape and eyes wide, "But…but…we were just…" She trails off as she reaches out to place her hand on Aria's knee.

"We were what?" Aria asks, playing dumb.

"We were about to, you know…"

Aria smirks at Hanna's sudden shyness, "Fuck?" She makes sure she drags the word out.

"God, it's so hot when you swear like that. And yeah, so let's back to it." Hanna smirks and her blue eyes darken with desire.

"I was serious babe, you need to get up now or we will be late."

Hanna's eyebrows furrow, "So what? You're seriously going to leave me like this?"

"What naked? No of course not, I don't want to get a lifetime ban from the Grill." She laughs when she pictures how their friends would react if Hanna was to arrive naked.

"Don't laugh. And you know exactly what I mean." Hanna nods her head down her body to where she needs Aria the most, "You wouldn't really get me all worked up and then stop, would you?" Hanna pouts.

"That's exactly what I'm doing. You wouldn't wake up so I did something that I knew would no doubt wake you."

"You're telling me you never had any intention of ditching brunch and having our own fun?" Aria shakes her head and chuckles, "You're so evil sometimes."

"You love me." Aria smirks.

"Not right now, I'm upset and extremely horny."

"Aww babe." Aria crawls across the bed and pulls Hanna into an embrace, "I'm sorry. I will make it up to you when we get home."

"You promise?" Hanna almost begs.

"I promise to screw your brains out when we get home." Aria smirks before kissing Hanna on the top of her head, "Now get your sexy little butt in the shower."

"Kiss on it?" Aria nods and captures Hanna's lips with her own in a quick, heated lip lock.

Hanna begrudgingly pulls out of her girlfriend's embrace and slides out of bed, Aria right behind her and she is slapped on the butt as she heads for the bathroom, "Hey!"

"Don't be too long or you will have to wait until tomorrow."

Hanna turns around, a look of utter terror on her face, "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Aria states, an eyebrow raised, and a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. Hanna doesn't like that answer and quickly walks into their master bathroom and turns on the shower and is left thinking how the next few hours are going to be absolute torture and debating whether she should 'deal' with her problem in the shower when Aria calls through the door, "Don't even think about it. I told you, when we get home."

"What? How did you know I’m thinking about that?"

Hanna hears her laughing through the door, "Easy, you're Hanna Marin, that's what you're always thinking about.”

[eliteofficercorazon]

Can I just cheat and ask for 0-44 for both? If nah, then 41 for mun and 16 for muse.

Wanna be nosy… here’s your chance.

Because it’s you lovely anon, we’ll answer everything

0: Height

“9'7’’ [2,93m]!” // …  5'3’’ [160cm]… 

1: Virgin?

“Nope! Not anymore~!” //Also a no here. I love fucking =D

2: Shoe size

“Mhh.. I actually don’t know.. They are custome made.. But I bet it’s a high number!” //I’m a shoe size 8 :) 

3: Do you smoke?

“Obviously yes~”//I sometimes smoke a hookah, but not very often

4: Do you drink?

“If there is something to celebrate, hell yeah!” 

//Sometimes. Not often though.

5: Do you take drugs?

“Just the drug of love~” //Oh boy.. No 

6: Age you get mistaken for

“35.” //It’s either 29 or 18. I am 23.

7: Have tattoos?

“No.”//A couple, yes.. =D 

8: Want any tattoos?

“I’m thinking about a little heart..”//On your buttocks… I do actually have some plans to get more tattoos. My next appointment is on the 10th next month.

9: Got any piercings?

“I have one ear pierced.”//I have both ears pierced. Multiple times. Eleven. It’s eleven times.

10: Want any piercings?

“No. Thanks.”//I’m thinking about nipple piercings. Or a tongue piercing. Or a conch.. 

11: Best friend?

“Law.” //Cora-san.

12: Relationship status

“Proudly taken!” //Single

13: Biggest turn ons

“Toughness. Self-esteem. Tongues.” //Passion. 

14: Biggest turn offs

“Unkindness.”//Douchebags. Impoliteness.

15: Favorite movie

“Mhh.. Don’t really have one actually.”//Any kind of horrormovies, honestly.

16: I’ll love you if …

“You love me!” //You give me chocolate. Or sweets in general =D

17: Someone you miss

“Law..”

//My parents, actually.. 

18: Most traumatic experience ..

“Witnessing my fathers death..”//My last suicide attempt.

19: A fact about your personality

“Ehh.. I dunno?!”//Which of my many personalities are we talking about?

20: What I hate most about myself

“My scars. They remind me about my clumsiness.”//My kindness.

21: What I love most about myself

“My ability to forgive” //My eyes.

22: What I want to be when I get older

“An even better person.” //A wife and a mother.. 

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

“It’s.. complicated. I sure do love my brother. But he did a lot of things that I don’t support..” //I love my older brother. He would do everything for me. We didn’t got along very well when we were younger, but now.. He is the best big brother I could have ever asked for!

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

“Well.. They are both dead. But I surely still love them a lot. Mom was always such a kindhearted woman.. And Dad would have done everything for us! They were two really awesome people..”//I was always more of a momma’s girl. My relationship with her is way better then with my dad. But we get along. And I love them both!

25: My idea of a perfect date

“CUDDLES!”//CUDDLES! (And chocolate..)

26: My biggest pet peeves

“Slurping.”//The klicking of a pen.. 

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

“They have silver hair, and bright blue eyes.. And those boobs are HUGE!” //He is super tall. Brown hair, blue eyes. I know him since I was born. He is actually on of my fathers friends sons =D 

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

“Snot. Snot everywhere..” //Blonde hair. Stupid face. Stupid voice. Stupid. If you look up the word stupidity in the dicitonary, there is a picture of her.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

“To not hurt their feelings.” //Yeah, me too. 

30: What I hate the most about work/school

“Paperwork.. Urgh..” //Math.. 

31: What your last text message says

“Love you Law~ 💖💕😘”//Marry me please. He answered with this gif:

32: What words upset me the most

“Moist.”//But.

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

“Thank you!”//Mhh.. I dunno..

34: What I find attractive in women

“Boobs!” //Rocinante.. Oh my god.. I’d have to say boobs too. But also a great personality, humour and determination.

35: What I find attractive in men

“Butt..”//A great personality, humour and determination =D

36: Where I would like to live

“I am already at the place I would like to live!”//Hawaii. 

37: One of my insecurities

“As I already said, my scars are a big one for me!”//My overall outer apperance.

38: My childhood career choice

“Marine!”//Zoo keeper

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

“Peanutbutter and chocolate chunks!”//Chocolate. And lemon.

40: Who wish I could be

“I am already who I want to be!”//Literally everyone else but me. 

41: Where I want to be right now

“In my lovers arms!”//In my lovery arms.. No wait, I don’t have one!..

42: The last thing I ate

“A cupcake!”//Coffee flavoures M&M’s

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

“Law!”//Mads Mikkelsen..

44: A random fact about anything

“I cannot roll my tongue!”//I am missing a piece of my shin. Like the actuall bone xD

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Family Matters: Part 2

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Mention of (canon) character death, swearing, fluff.

Word Count: 5,713

Part 1

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“Do you wanna go down to Modesto with me today?” You asked your boyfriend as you stepped out of your bathroom in a tank top and panties, towel drying your now pink and blonde hair. Chibs opened his eyes to look at you; his brow pulled together at the bridge of his nose in confusion.

“What’s in Modesto?”

“Buddy of mine from the Corps owns a gun range down there. He lets me shoot off my just barely legal rifles and my not even remotely close to legal guns.” Your boyfriend laughed as he stretched out across your bed.

“I would but some of us have work t’do.” You smirked at him as your phone ‘ding-dong’ed; the noise signaling you that a vehicle bigger than a motorcycle was pulling past the sensor into your driveway.

“Play hooky and come with me.” You said as you pulled back the curtain and looked out your window. You could tell just by the type of car that your visitors were government related. “You expecting company I don’t know about?” You asked as you glanced back at the bed.

“No. I’ven’t told a soul about yer place, love.” He said as he got off the bed and came over to the window. You shrugged as you grabbed your gun and your military issue DEA credentials. “Oh, bloody ‘ell… It’s that ATF cunt.”

“Stay inside the house no matter what. She can’t come in unless she has a warrant and if she tries, I can shoot her for trespassing.” Chibs laughed as you tucked your creds in your shirt headed toward the front door. You stepped out on to the porch, gun partially raised and smiled at the two officers that were headed toward you. “You two look a little lost.”

“Ma’am, put the gun down.” The man who had been driving demanded as he reached toward his own.

“Can you tell me why you can’t read the no trespassing sign at the gate?” You inquired, not moving your gun at all.

“Miss (Y/L/N), my name is Agent June Stahl with ATF. I have a couple questions about your involvement with the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. Can I get you to put the gun down, please?” You saw a very thin folder in her had and a small smile spread across your face. She had absolutely no idea who you were. You heard the flick of a lighter behind you and you knew Chibs was most likely standing in your doorway.

“I don’t know anyone from SAMCRO.” You blatantly lied as you dropped the magazine from your gun and field stripped it in a matter of seconds. You watched Stahl’s eyes widen as she watched you. She looked up at Chibs, who waved sarcastically at her while you slowly bent down and put the dismantled hand gun on the ground at your feet. You heard a hum of approval of the view from behind you as you stood back up.

“You sure about that?” She asked as she looked pointedly at Chibs while opening the folder in her hands. “It says here…”

“Darlin’, I don’t give a fuck what your prissy little file says about me. Anything you think you have on me is all wrong. I can promise you, I ain’t saying shit to you.”

“For an veteran who served eight years for her country, you would think you would be more willing to cooperate.” She said without looking up from the file. You fake gasped, playing into her worthless threat while trying to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, you’re totally right. Let me go get my notebook and write down a full cooperating statement of everything I know. Here, we’ll start with this.” She looked up at you as you reached into your imaginary pocket and pulled out nothing except your middle finger. Chibs laughed behind you as Stahl scowled. You pointed toward the road behind her and smiled sweetly. “Now, can you get the fuck off my property?”

“I can have you court marshaled for…” She said as she snapped the file closed.

“Bitch, I would love to see you try.” You interrupted as you pulled out your DEA creds and flashed them at her. You watched a look of shock cross her face and your smile grew even bigger. “Yea… didn’t see that in your little folder, did ya? Missed the memo that I hold fed cred perhaps?” She nervously looked down at her folder again, checking to make sure she didn’t miss something as you closed your credentials and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You won’t find it in there. All classified information way above your pay grade. Now, final warning. Get the fuck off my property and do not come back unless you have a fucking warrant… Which I know you won’t get because I’ve done nothing wrong. Or shit, stick around and we can see how long it takes me to put my gun back together. Think you or Goose over here can draw yours faster than a Marine can put her gun back together?”

“OK! We’re going.” Steal said as she pulled out her card and took a couple steps back. “If you need to talk.” She set the card down on the path before her and her partner walked quickly back you the car. You stayed in the same spot watching them as they pulled out of your drive way. As they pulled down the road, you sighed and rubbed your hand over your face.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” You groaned as Chibs walked up, put his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“Done what, bluejay?” You held your creds up in front you in his line of sight and shook your head.

“She’s hounding the club for information; looking for any way in she can get. Without even meaning to, I just handed her a smoking gun… you.” You felt him pull back a little and you turned in his arms to explain. “Look at this from Clay’s point of view. We are together so there is a good chance that I have told you about my past with the DEA. Let’s say Stahl’s next stop from here is TM, and she picks up Clay to talk to him. He doesn’t say a word because… well it’s Clay. But Stahl turns around and says she knows I’m working undercover as a DEA agent from the inside and you’re my source…”

“Mothta’a Christ…” He took a step back and ran his hands through his hair. With a heavy sigh, you picked up the pieces of your gun and shook your head.

“I gotta call Jax… I don’t have a choice now but to tell the club.”

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“… Look, I understand if y’all can’t trust me after this. I am more than willing to pack up and leave Charming again, get far away from here if that’s what you think is best. But I swear to you on Donna’s grave that I am not working for the DEA or ATF or anybody now or ever again.” You said as looked at the members of SAMCRO as they sat in a special chapel meeting.

“I can back her whole story.” Ope said. You purposely left out the information that him, Jax and Chibs knew anything about your past so if there was any backlash, it wouldn’t come back at them. “I’ve known all of this since the day she got back into town and visited me in lock-up.”

“Same here.” Jax admitted. You looked across the table at him from where you were standing behind Chibs and Tig. He gave you a small nod and continued. “(Y/N) has been my best friend my entire life; she wouldn’t lie to me. I trust her.” You gave him a weak smile and a nod of thanks as he sat back in his chair and looked at Clay.

“I trust her as well.” Chibs chimed in.

“Well, you are sleeping with her.” Tig grumbled under his breath, causing a few of the guys to laugh and Chibs whacked him on the back of the head. Clay looked up at you, his face completely unreadable.

“Can you step out, hun?” You nodded with a weak smile and reached in front of your boyfriend to steal one of his cigarettes from the pack off the table before heading out into the clubhouse. You kept walking until you reached the picnic tables outside. Thoughts danced through your head as you lit your smoke and sat down; wondering if you had just signed your own death warrant with the club. You smoked slowly, waiting and wondering what the outcome was going to be.

“Are you hearing me, sweetheart?” You jumped slightly at the sound of Gemma’s voice and gave her a weak smile.

“Sorry Gem. What’s up?” She smiled at you and sat down on the bench next to you with a look of concern.

“I said I like the new hair color. Blonde looks good on you.” You smiled as you ran your hand through your hair and pulled it out in front of you to look at the pink and blonde strands for a second.

“Thanks. I change colors every other month or so. Makes my life a little more interesting for me.” She nodded as she pushed some pieces back behind your ear.

“What’s a’matter, baby girl?” You shrugged as you went to take a drag of your cigarette and realized it was just a burnt out butt in your hand. With a small smile you shook your head as you dropped it in the ashtray.

“Decisions I made in my past catching up to me.” She nodded as she offered you a cigarette. You took one and turned sideways on the bench to face her. “You know, every choice I have made my entire life was made to help someone else. But every single one of those choices that I thought were positive have come back and bit me in the ass in a negative way. How is that even fair?” She shrugged as she lit your smoke for you and one for herself.

“It’s not baby girl. But you can’t look at it as all negative. Look at the woman you have become because of those choices. When you were little and used to have sleepovers at my house with the boys, you used to stay up later than them no matter how tired you were. I don’t know if you remember this…” She said. You smiled and shook your head as she ran her fingers through your hair in a motherly way.

“You never let yourself fall asleep before them. I asked you once why you did that and you wanna know what you told me? You said, ‘because I wanna show them that just because I’m a girl, doesn’t mean that I have to be weak’.” You laughed as she cupped your chin in your fingers. “You are so far from weak, sweetheart. You are a very, very strong girl and I am so proud of you. I know the choices you made couldn’t have been easy and I know you had your reasons. But those choices made you who you are today. Be proud of them and don’t let anyone take that away from you.”

“Thanks mom.” You said as you leaned forward and gave her a hug as the door to the club opened up.

“We need to talk.” Jax said as he strolled out of the club with Chibs right behind him. “Alone.” You sat back and looked at your boyfriend confused as they walked over to you.

“Is everything…?” You asked hesitantly as you stood up.

“You’re good, love. Unanimous trust.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and gave him a hug.

“I’ll take her home.” Jax said. You looked back and forth between the two men and Chibs put his arm around your waist protectively.

“Jackie…”

“Use the office.” Gemma said as she stood up and put her hand on her son’s shoulder. “I’m about to leave anyways.” Jax didn’t say a word as he turned and walked off.

“I’ll be right in the garage.” Chibs said in your ear. You nodded and kissed his cheek before following after Jax. He held open the door the room that suddenly seemed entirely too small and you slipped past him.

“I know you’re mad at me right now but I need you to listen to me, trust me and not react afterwards, OK?” He said as he closed the door and checked the one that lead into the garage. You nodded as you sat down on the couch closest to the door incase you needed to run for some reason. Jax sighed heavily as he ran his hands through his long blonde hair and sat down on the other couch. “The vote was unanimous. Everyone said they think your telling the truth. However, I don’t think everyone actually believes it.”

“Wait, huh?” He held up his hand to silence you and you tried to figure out what he meant. He scrubbed his hands across his face and sighed.

“Clay had Tig kill Donna.” Your stomach dropped and your jaw fell open as the information crushed your heart. Tears spilled from your eyes as you let out a strangled cry and your hands flew to your mouth. “The hit was for Ope. ATF set him up as a rat and Clay took the bait and ordered the hit behind the club’s back. Opie doesn’t know and you can’t tell him. I have my own plan for Clay on this one. Donna was never supposed to die.”

“Oh, D…” You said; your voice muffled by your hands. Jax got up and moved to your couch. He pulled you in for a short hug before leaning back and placing his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arms length.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), but that’s not why we need to talk. Clay is losing his edge with the club because of his hands and he is grappling at any string he can to hold power. He’s making poorly planned calls and putting everyone at risk but he is also pulling shit like that. I’m concerned that with this shit coming out now, he’s gunna come after you.” You stood up and ran a hand through your hair as you took a few steps around the office to process the information.

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” You said as you turned around and looked at your best friend.

“Trust me, I wish I was.” You chuckled a humorless laugh for a moment and suddenly grabbed a metal container of pens off the desk. You threw it as hard as you could against the wall.

“Mother fucker!” You shouted as you turned to look out into the garage. You heard the clatter of a metal stool hit the ground and you held up your hand to Chibs, letting him know you were fine and to stay put. You met his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. With a small nod, you forced yourself to get control. He cocked his eyebrow at you questioningly; silently asking if you were alright and you nodded.

“Does he stay at your house every night?” Jax asked as he watched your half of the silent interaction. You shook your head and turned back to Jax as you ran your fingers through your hair again; purposely staying in view so Chibs didn't worry.

“Few nights a week. We’ve only been dating a few months.”

“I know you can handle your own, (Y/N) but I want you with me or him at all times when we aren’t with Tig or Clay. Ope is a little… out of it right now so be careful around him. Since Donna, he has thrown himself into the club. I know the three of us have been best friends since we were kids but if Clay could convince him that taking you out would be what was the best for the club, he would. I want you carrying again, too.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as a headache began to spread in your skull.

“How the hell am I supposed to suddenly become ‘clingy girlfriend’  to him and hang around you all the time? You two are always off doing God only knows what and you seem to have forgotten that Tara still hates me.”

“I haven’t forgotten… she still has the last bit of bruising across her face from your punch.” He said with a laugh and a smile you saw he was trying really hard to fight against. “You clocked her good.”

“Yea, well some punk ass I grew up with taught me well.” You said with a laugh as you looked at the man responsible for teaching you how to fight.

“Look, I’ll figure the details out on my end and I’ll tell Chibs to stay with you. He won’t know the whole truth but he knows Clay and I are at odds right now and how desperate Clay is getting. He also knows how much you mean to me. And the guy is clearly in love wth you, (Y/N). If you asked him to move in with you right now he would say yes.” You rolled your eyes as you glanced out at the shop at Chibs. He was sitting on a stool, talking to Half-Sack but his eyes were locked on you. You smiled and nodded.

“You’re probably right.” Chibs tilted his head slightly to the side like he did anytime he stared at you and smiled.

“God, you’re disgusting.” Jax joked, causing you to blush and look back at him in mock annoyance.

“Bite me.” He got and walked across the office and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). For everything I said. I’m sorry you had to leave Charming for me because of Tara. I hope you can forgive me.” You nodded as he stepped back and looked at you.

“I know you are, honey. I do forgive you. But you gotta talk to Tara. I’m not now nor will I ever be a threat to her.” You eyed him up and down as a cocky smile spread across your face. “Besides, I’ve had you once before. Sorry to tell ya but… you’re not that good in bed. I found better.”

“Ouch! Straight for the jugular!” He teased as he put his hands over his heart. “You’ve wounded me.” You shrugged as you kissed his cheek and moved to the door to the garage. “And that shit doesn't count because it was my first time.” You smiled with a shrug.

“It’s all about those first impressions. I wasn’t impressed.” You opened the door a crack as you looked over your shoulder at your best friend. “The Scot fucks better.”

“You’re such a bitch, do you know that?” He asked as you stepped out into the garage. He waved Chibs over as you shrugged.

“Meh… I’ve heard that once or twice.” Jax laughed as Chibs came over and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I want you to stay at her place for a while. Can’t explain just yet but I don’t want her alone.” You looked at your boyfriend, who's brow furrowed slightly at Jax’s request.

“Somethin’ I should know about?” Jax shook his head.

“Gut feeling. Just wanna make sure she stays safe with ATF lurking.”

“Aye. I agree with you on that, Jackie boy.” He kissed your temple and rubbed his hand against your hip. “I’ll just grab some stuff then.” Jax nodded as Chibs gently pulled on your hip to turn you toward the clubhouse to go to his dorm.

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“Christ… what’s wrong wit’it now?” Chibs asked as you got out of your doorless, piece of shit Jeep.

“Overheated... again.” You said as you put your sunglasses on the top of your head. He gave you a chaste kiss and kicked the tire.

“When ye gun’ get rid’a this piece’a garbage?” You scowled and lovingly pat the mirror.

“It’s OK, baby. He didn’t mean it.” He rolled his eyes as he lit a cigarette. “Can you look at it today?” He shook his head and exhaled his smoke toward the sky.

“Can’t today, love. Got little more ta do. Leave it though and I’ll look at it tomorra. I’ll be done in an hour or so.” You grabbed your purse from the passenger seat and gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re the best.” You said as you plucked the cigarette from his lips with a smile and walked away.

“You wench!” You giggled as turned around and walked backwards toward the club to grab a beer.

“Love you, too!” You said sweetly. You blew him a kiss as he lit another cigarette. He smiled, mouthed ‘I love you’ and headed back up to the garage.

“Hey (Y/N)!” You spun around at the sound of your name over the group of people that were hanging out and waved at Happy as he gestured you over. You nodded politely to Tara and Jax as you walked by and smiled as Hap stood up to greet you.

“I’ve actually been meaning to call you.” You gave him a quick hug and sat down on the bench.

“I’ll take one guess.” He teased. You nodded as you took a drag of your cigarette.

“I wanna do somethin’ special for her but I just can’t figure out what that’s gunna look like.” His brow furrowed in thought as he sat down backward on a plastic chair.

“Well let’s start with where on this already inked up body we are gunna do this and size. Then, we brainstorm.” You nodded as you took one last drag of your smoke and stood up.

“Well, here’s the thing. I wanna do it down my right side but I have these…” You pulled up your shirt slightly and showed Hap the scars. He whistled as he quickly ran his finders over them to judge the amount of scar tissue they each had and shook his head.

“I can’t go over those, mama.” He said as you put your shirt back down and sat down. “You have  a tattoo on your back too, right?” You nodded.

“Yea, the upper half. Blade to blade and stops right about here.” You said as you gestured to a spot on your side that was level with the bottom scar. Hap nodded as he tilted his head to the side for a second.

“Anything on your lower hip or thigh?” He said as he gestured to the area on himself.

“My whole middle is empty. My arms are full, my legs are getting there and the tramp stamp area and my chest, neck and face are off limits.”

“But you want it here.” He gestured to his side once more and you nodded. His hand waiving paused for a moment as his eyes shot up to yours. “What about an hour glass? Gone before her time.” Your eyes lit up and you smiled. You nodded as tears stung your eyes.

“That is fucking perfect, Hap.” He smiled and scooted closer to you a little bit in his excitement.

“I can start it…” The sound of an explosion behind you cut off his words. You had a brief flash of your time over seas as you stood and whipped around in your spot. Everything stopped as you watched Chibs land hard on the ground; his head bouncing off the pavement as if it were a rubber ball. A choked cry escaped from your throat as you ran.

“Filip!” You cried as you got close, silently begging him to move; begging him to be alright. Someone caught you around the middle and held you back so that Tara could do what she could to help the man you loved. Every second that passed where he didn’t move seemed like an eternity. Tears poured down your cheeks as your body trembled in the tight embrace that seemed to be the only thing holding you together.

“He’s gunna be OK.” Opie said right next to your ear. You looked up at his not so convinced at his own words look and shook your head. Realizing that this time he was the one holding you together after the other loss you both endured, you lost it. Your tears turned into silent sobs as you laid your head against his chest; watching impatiently as Tara fought her heart out to keep Chibs alive. You couldn’t lose another person you loved.

You didn’t hear the ambulance pull in; your only thing you could focus being the rise and fall of your boyfriends chest, but you felt a panic grip you as Ope picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the paramedics way.

“No Ope, please. Please!” You begged as you tried to get out of his arms to go back. You had to make sure he was OK. You had to know…

“They need to do their job, (Y/N/N). I’m bringing you right here.” He set you down about 20 feet away where you could still see but you were no longer in the way. You held onto his arm as a safety net as you tried to focus on what Tara and the paramedics were saying.

“BP 90 over 60 and dropping.”

“Cranial hemorrhage. Call ahead and get OR prepped stat.”

“Critical condition, male, 43…”

Your stomach turned and you had just enough time to squat down and lean through the railing you were standing by before you threw up down onto the service ramp. You felt Opie pull your hair back for you as you got sick. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw either Chibs slamming to the pavement or flashes of the conflict in Zaire. Your stomach tightened as you finally began to dry heave.

“Here, baby girl. Drink.” Gemma’s voice said through the fog as she squatted down next to you with a bottle of water and a paper towel. You wiped your mouth off as you sat down on the ground. You pulled your hair up into a messy bun and took the water bottle from her.

“He’s gunna be OK, right? He has to be OK.” You looked up at the sound of the gurney being lifted into the ambulance and you scrambled to your feet. “Open your eyes, baby.” You whispered as you watched the man you loved being put in the ambulance. Your whole body felt numb as you walked toward the back of the ambulance, keeping your distance no matter how badly you wanted to stay by his side.

“… once he’s stable, they are going to let me know.” You glanced over at Tara, who was talking to Jax and Gemma with her back to you and you nodded subconsciously. That some how gave you the tiniest glimmer of hope. You returned your tear filled gaze to the ambulance and tears welled in your eyes once more as the doors were slammed closed and the ambulance pulled out of the lot.

“He’s gunna be fine, darlin’.” Jax said as he pulled you in for a hug. You shook your head as you clutched on to your best friends kutte.

“I can’t lose him, Jax. I can’t lose any more people.” He rubbed his hand along your spine as he squeezed you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

“You’re not gunna lose him. He’s gunna be back before you know it.” You nodded, not believing a word he said but wanting so desperately to.

“I gotta get my purse. I gotta go… somewhere.” You said as you pulled back and looked around. Your car was useless; there was no way you would make it home without destroying it even more. You couldn’t take Chibs’ bike; the keys were probably in his pocket. You blindly walked over toward the picnic tables, finally rinsing your mouth out with the bottle of water Gemma gave you before drinking half of it.

“I’m gunna head over to St. Thomas. I’ll call you if I hear anything.” Tara told Gemma. You looked up at her and swallowed.

“I know you don’t like me and all but… could I maybe ride with you to St. Thomas? My car is broken and I just… I…” You licked your lips and blinked back tears as she stared at you in shock. “Please?” She looked at you for a moment, her eyes boring into yours. You were just about to take your request back when she nodded.

“You’ll only be allowed in the waiting room until he is stable.”

“Better than nothing. Thank you.” She gave you a short nod as Jax walked over and touched her back to get her attention. You quickly walked away and grabbed your purse, digging for your cigarettes as fast as you could to smoke one quickly. You lit it as Tara and Jax began bickering back and forth about something.

“Hey…” You looked over as Opie touched your shoulder. “You need a ride home?”

“Tara is gunna give me a ride to the hospital. Thanks though. If you could, whenever you get a chance, can you get my bike from the house and bring it to me in the truck? My Jeep is on it’s last leg. Chibs��” His name caught in your throat and you shook your head. “He was gunna look at it tomorrow.”

“Hey, you got it. I’ll get it there tonight and bring you the keys. They on your dresser?” You nodded as you took a long drag of your cigarette.

“In the bowl as always. Thanks Ope.” He gave you a weak smile as Tara called your name. You took one final drag of your cigarette, threw it in the ashtray and jogged after her. You wordlessly got in the passenger seat and looked out the window as she drove out of the lot quickly.

“Here. You probably want these.” She said as she pulled up to a red light half way to the hospital. She pushed herself up so she could reach into her back pocket. “I took them off him so they wouldn’t get cut off.” She handed you a small pile of jewelry; the rings Chibs wore every day, his silver cross and his set of mala beads.

“Thanks for that. I’m sure he will really appreciate that.” You put the cross around your neck and tucked it into your shirt, wrapped the mala beads around your wrist and slid the rings onto your thumbs. You went back to looking out the window as you traced the designs on the rings with your fingers.

“You really love him, don’t you?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. You looked over at her and nodded.

“Yea, I really do. He’s the first man I have ever loved.” She glanced over at you with a slight look of confusion and you gave her a small shrug. “Jax, Opie and I have best friends our whole lives but that's all we ever will be. Those two are the only family I got left. Honestly, the only reason Jax and I slept with each other and dated was because it was convenient. We were just dumb teenagers. Do I love Jax? Yea… but not like I love Chibs. Not even close.” She didn’t say a word when you finished so you went back to staring out the window. As she pulled into her parking spot, she put the car in park and reached over and took your hand. You jumped at the unexpected contact and looked over at her.

“All I can say right now is I am sorry I never gave you the chance to tell your side of the story before I judged. I’m so sorry for how I acted at Donna’s memorial. And I am sorry that you are having to go through this with Chibs.” She squeezed your hand in hers a bit and tears welled in your eyes.

“Thank you. I am really sorry about your nose… and your ribs. You can blame Jax and Ope for teaching me how to fight like a man.” She laughed as you wiped away the tears that escaped.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all. I’m gunna go in and see what I can find out. Take your time, smoke a cigarette, and catch your breath. I’ll meet you in the chapel when I know something. It’s the most central part of the hospital since I don’t know if he will be in the OR or ICU. It may take me a little while so bear with me.” You nodded as she pat your hand. “Want me to leave my keys?” You shook your head and grabbed your purse.

“Fresh air will do me good right now. Thank you, for everything.” She gave you one last pat before the two of you got out of her car. As she headed inside, you dug through your purse for your cigarettes and phone. You lit up and went to call Jax to find out what he said to Tara but you found yourself calling your voicemail instead.

*First message. Today at 2:22 pm.*

(Y/N)… wad’r’ye doin’, love? Are you dyin’ ye ‘air again? I like the blonde! Stay blonde!  Although ye would still be beautiful no matta the color. I’ll be home ‘round six. Maybe we can order take-out, pretend ta watch a movie in bed, aye? I love ye, my little blue jay.

*End of message. You have no new messages. To repeat this message…*

Tears welled in your eyes again as you listened to the voicemail over and over again while you smoked your cigarette. When you took the final drag, you stomped it out with your boot and pulled the cross from under your shirt. You held it tight in your hand and closed your eyes, begging God to not take your Filip away.

Part 3

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

[mondaygrapez]

My Experiences Within the Prison Complex that is the Mental Institution; A Novel

Abstract: Northwell May-June 2019

“Quality time to find out about each other,” the tv chimed in.

It’s day 3 and I broke my forearm on my right side on Day 1 by trying to break in to the corvette headquarters. Rather, trying to break into the head nurse headquarters. There’s a pungentte smell to the air; it’s one of feces marinating in piss, the smell if grand. 

Missed my best friend foreverest’s graduation party to be here. I was the chicken and I crossed the road the day before *the night before DAy 0. “ are you feeliing suicidal?”, I answer “no.” A light goes on in a room not mine. We’ve been here before.

Sitting precariously atop the heater’s case, I am hollered at, “Miss, be careful.” The corvettes aren’t red with flame designs tonight. Tonight I simply remember, I was the chick, I crossed the road, I lucked out at the busy 6 lane. The pomeranian that is god dog hands me a lollipop they’ve unwrapped for me. My flavor is yellow and it’s not bigger than a dime size.

Dragging one bended knee after the other, I let the knotted talisman hit one side of my back then the other. I owe the Big Guy for this one. “1 o’clock, 2 o’clock, 3 o’clock. Rock” How could I repay the favor. How not what I’m getting at, she’s only the sweetest like like like most of the time. “It’s a pregnancy test.” I declined the third blood test for the first time after two days of blood testing.

It’s day 3 and I miss the ant I found on my hand four days ago. I ruined my sisters night by staying out to party, again. The air stinks. Someone, who resembles the Lynch killer in T Peaks, laughed but I didn’t. My boo doesn’t pick up 8/10 of my calls. I’m starting to feel it strongly indicative of how things are going with them; I should never call again; I may never call again.

It’s all boring but something’s got to do when the t.v. won’t. It’s Day 4 now. I’m a shower. And eat vegan breakfast and lunch on a tray plus call bae. I put on a big orange wig and plastered a smile on me face; therapist say we all have problems. Nutritionist on tv says eraserheads are good for you. I eat one an hour. 

I used to hijack For V8s at the Shanghai headquarters; I tooke a shower. BLew dry my hair and my childs hair. Went grocery shopping bought the three types of wine my wife likes. Opened the tissue box. We all have problems she said. It’s true I know. I tried to relax but my eye just twitched and the inside of my ear tickled. But it was a weird ear there an earring which read “ dc, nvr cared.” From the key chain rack I pick up the keys to corvette I’m going to hijack.

“Hi, I’d like to order,” I begin, “yes, one cheeseburger with bacon, Large order of fries and a Largge fountain soda.” It’s the end of Day 4 and I drank the whole soda after scarfing the fasty foody. It’s the Dawn of Day 5 and my pencil’s not more sharpened. It doesn’t write anymore. From the led container bleeds soggy confetti; a poor excuse for what once was a fine working pencil (Dixon Ticonderoga).

I didn’t eat vegan breakfast: I indulged in the pleasures of a scrambled eggs, sausage (2). It went well with the vegan staples of potatoes with french toast buttered of syrupped or pancaked. The orange juice wash did fine fine too. I wasn’t alone for it, roomate Onfire was in company. So was another but regrettably I no longer remember exactly whom.

Day 5 goes and it’s infinite as this bell toll; just a small town gyal living with a tummy ache. Day 5 goes. I ate half. Wrote a nurse a poem: 

“carribean baby blue” 

you check for us 

we botff here an we tell each other

we are

boff

heree.

I didn’t used to understand what was going on here. And I don’t care.

Music Note: it be hard for me to pick a thot: Music Note. Halioperdd. Ativan. Beny. 300 a week divided by 7. Approximateley 10 a day is 70 which is one fourth about what is really needed. 35 a day times 7 is 

35 x 7 = 245. 

Forty a day times 7: 40 x 7=280. 

5ifty a day is 50 x7= 350. Circle that.

Fifty a day. And all the small things; you can be leather or cashmere but not linen. You’re a cooler or a Fridge. A trunk organizer a milk crate.

Sex doesn’t make you more someones.

Day 6 began. “that’s the worst part” I canceled. I’ve been here for days; was transfered out of the Lo unit to here. It’s Day 6 and my menstrual is days in. I took a nap and the day was.

It’s Day 7 and I only been listening to the redio. The same 3 songs played. Deelite plays. Many sleep. i’m sleepy. i’m okay. i’m softly incarcerated. bulrgh. took adderax for the first time. Working on a bag of chips and mixed fruit cup. i took the adderax and he said i’d be sleepy now. i em sleepy. i slept. i rose. i go watch movie and be angel. i slept more. i listen to tunes overhead.

Day 8 grabbed Mackned’s butt in my dream.woke up to a back turned. Noticed Patient Bill of Rights #3 was violated by the Unit I was transferred from; The old unit smelled of filth. Bryson on redio. New room-mate she is nice. I had desert. I see clearly. It is bright. the colors. the words. “I get goosebumps when I look at it.” It’s never ok to just do w/o thinking.. He looked &. He said goosebumps. I said you wanna fanta?

Day 9 is about now. I’d like to   say that Rest in Peace to all the souls and bodies harmed. Especially by those harmed by T.B.. I find the acts atrocious despite my having made light of them. It’s Day 9 and I’m still awake from Day 8 of hitting a nerve. Day 9 is bad but not the worst. no sleep; red some of All I want is Everything by Cecily von Ziegesar. I’ma have  some lunch. I had a donut. I’m going to sleep.

Day 10. “ sorry I ain’t got no money I’m not trying to be funny  I left it at home today.” Today is desperate; someone wants to be transferred to a rehab facility because they don’t have the strings for their Judaism. It’s Day 10 and I’m reading books I started reading days ago. It’s remarkable how in 10 days you get along and do’t get along with people. Decided on making a phone call next week.

Day 11: it’s almost over. I’m on my 5th room-mate. Lunch was a burger I forgot about my special order vegan burger. “i’m loosing my mind just a little, why don’t you just meet me in the middle.”

Day 12: “ everywhere you go: i’ll follow you down. I’ll follow you down but not that far” the music got old and so did my problems. My so minute problems. “oh baby, you’re driving me crazy, ertime I look around” Some one said I’m quiet the other day.

Day 13: “girl i be shaking  i love it when you go crazy.” The playlist here is wild. Got implied at that I ought be more social. I D K. 

i tried and socialize. so it went. All in all  I’ve been in this unit 10 days or so. Remembering currently how at one point in 2002 I hadn’t an idea what the anarchy symbol meant. My leg shakes sometimes, my left leg. I’m in the present. I feel my inches of hair. I have my book open. M, L, C, M. a white thread knotted falls on my left leg.

Day 14. never was the type to something. i used to always watch a movie through. I may be leaving tomorrow. At most, the day after. I’m throwing a birthday party for myself. I’m inviting everyone I wanna invite. Which is a handful. I’m leaving tomorrow or Wednesday. My party will be a picnic. God let me see them; girls girls girls. What does sheepishly mean. It’s minutes before Day 15 and the eight dots above the water fountain tap are. They vary in shades from blue to red. At either end they’re large buttons. One for more cold one for more heat. A center button for water.

Day 15. what does harried mean. It’s early today but no one but the new guy is up. . what does augur mean. Found out in Sherry Teurkle’s Alone Together that Milo is a robot. What is the Rip Van Winkle it’s mentioned in Caitling Macy’s novel. Put Babe the movie on. Walked on the beach away from it. I’m filling out what must be my 8th “Inpatient Behavioral Health Satisfaction Survey.” I’m excited to leave. I plan on foreal never coming back: it’s mot enough fun. Had a memory of getting in here. I arrived, at first, on a stretcher. I;m leaving with my mom picking me up. I passed gas in front of a MHW who is fond of me. Woops.

Day 16. today the hospital cord is cut. :hiccup: IDEA: make diptych toys. Watch Toy Story this morning. Stealing a book & admitting it. Book: How 2 hold a Garagge Sale not How to Hold A Grudge Forever. 

[nochubunny]

Love Yourself | Pt. 2

Genre: Angst

Pairing: (Personal Trainer) Jimin x Reader

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: M for some language. Don’t read if you’re sensitive about weight issues. Eventual smut not in this chapter.

It was currently storming outside and the sound of thunder jolted you awake. 

Lying in bed for a few minutes, you listen as the thunder slowly fades away into the distance, the rain now sounding more peaceful. You slowly sit up in bed to pull your curtains aside and was slightly shocked to see that it was dark out. You then grab your phone from the nightstand to check the time and mentally scolded yourself. The “nap” you had ended up being a nine hour one. Not only that, but you were pretty hungry because you skipped both lunch and dinner. As if on cue, your stomach starts growling and you finally get out of bed to stretch your limbs. Walking over to your vanity, you fix your appearance a bit before heading downstairs in search of something to snack on. When you make it into the kitchen you see your brother leaning against the counter while eating some chips. Once he notices your presence he shoots you a warm smile and holds the bag in your direction but you hesitate a moment.

“Don’t worry you know I won’t tell mom or anything. She’s not even here so take some.” He tilts his chin towards the bag and you finally relax and grab a handful.

“Thanks Hyuk. Did you guys have dinner already?” He simply nods while chewing. “I bet mom was happy I didn’t eat then.” You say bitterly and he looks at you sympathetically.

“I don’t understand why she’s so anal about you and your weight. I love your chubby cheeks and I hope you never lose them.” He says as he uses his clean hand to pinch one of your cheeks. He laughs as you swat his hand away, but he dodges it and ruffles your hair making you pout. “See? You’re so cute.”

“Thanks.” You didn’t know if you should smile or roll your eyes at him so you walk over to the fridge to see if there was anything you could eat.

“If you’re looking for leftovers, there are none. Mom only cooked a little bit.” Your brother says as he puts the chips away and starts washing his hands. “But I’m still hungry so do you want to go out somewhere?”

You close the fridge and turn around to face him with your eyebrows furrowed. “It’s already 8. I think it’s a bit too late to go out and eat somewhere.”

“Not for me. And don’t worry about money because I’m paying” He walks past you and into the living room to grab his keys. “C’mon (y/n), I know you’re hungry. I don’t want you to go back to sleep on an empty stomach.” He says while putting on his shoes. You remain in the kitchen as you contemplate whether or not this would be a good idea. Once he was done tying up his laces he looks up at your frozen figure and laughs. “Don’t think too much about it, you should go up and change. I’ll go start the car.”

“Okay.” You reply as you quickly make your way upstairs. You throw on whatever smells decent and combed through your hair a couple of times.

“Don’t forget a hoody or something! It’s raining and I almost got soaked! Don’t want you to get sick again.” You hear your brother yell from downstairs and you smile to yourself. If there was anything you were grateful for in life, it was your brother. He was always looking out for you. Back in your grade school days, he would protect you from bullies and whenever your mom started nagging you about your weight he would always make you feel better about yourself by showering you with compliments. Your thoughts were interrupted when you hear him yell to you again, “I’m going to go to the car for real now!”

“Alright, be down in a few minutes!” You reply as you look around for a jacket. Once you spotted one you quickly threw it on and grabbed your phone. You turned off your lights then rushed outside to your brother’s car. Once he sees that you put on your seatbelt he backs out of the driveway and onto the road.

“So…what you craving for?” He asks once the car reaches the first stoplight. He notices that you are deep in thought so he adds, “We can do Korean, Japanese, Chinese, or there’s that Italian restaurant a couple blocks away. I heard that place was pretty good.”

“I think I just want some Korean food. How about the one we always go to down the street?”

“That sounds good. I was actually craving some pork belly!” He says with a grin.

The restaurant had a bunch of cars and you were glad that you guys were able to get a seat before it got even more packed. The hostess sets down a couple of menus and takes your drink orders, letting you guys know a waitress will be back with the drinks soon before heading to the front. You grab a menu and see that your brother was already studying his with furrowed brows. You laugh at how serious he was before you start to study the menu yourself.

“I know for sure we’re getting pork belly and some marinated beef. Let me know if anything else sounds good.” He says as he put his menu down.

You look around a bit and the thought of soup entices you. “How about some kimchi jjigae? We should also get some rice with that.” You say as you look at your brother for confirmation. He gives you two thumbs up and you set your menu down next to his.

The waitress finally comes with your drinks and introduces herself. “Hey guys, my name is Hyeri and I’ll be your serv-Is that you, Lee Minhyuk?!” The girl exclaims all of a sudden and you both look at her. Your brother’s eyes widen in recognition before he grins widely at the girl.

“Dang it’s been a while! How you’ve been?” He says while handing her the menus.

“I’ve been good, and you?” She replies as she grabs them.

“Good too. I didn’t know you worked here!”

“Yeah, I get good tips here and it pays the bills so here I am.” The girl laughs a bit before taking out her notepad. “But before we talk about anything else, what can I get you guys today?”

Your brother places the order and she goes to the kitchen but shortly comes back to continue the conversation. You drown them out by looking out the window to your right. An SUV just pulled up to the restaurant and about seven guys quickly get out. It was a bit too dark to see their faces but you could still make out what they were doing. They all seem to be joking around with each other as they approached the building. One had their arm over another’s shoulders, others on their phones, and you let out a gasp as one slaps another’s butt so hard he nearly fell over. Feeling like you’ve witnessed too much, you quickly divert your attention back to your brother who just finished the conversation with the waitress.

“Old high school friend.” He states as he takes a sip of his drink.

“That’s cool.”

“Why are your ears red?” He asks and you reach up to rub at your ears.

“No idea.” You shrugged at him.

Before he could say anything else, the girl comes back again, but this time with the food he ordered. “Enjoy!” She says with a wink as she sets them down then walks over to another table.

You and Minhyuk both grab a tong but he quickly takes yours out of your hand and places it back where it was. You raise a brow at him as he places meat on the grill.

“I already ate so I’m going to grill the meat for you. Go ahead and start eating the jjigae.”

“Alright.” You smile at him as you taste a spoonful of the soup. “Oh my god, this is so good! Try some Hyuk!” You feed him a spoonful as well and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“They really gotten better. It’s been a while since we came here.” He said while cutting up the meat on the grill.

“Yeah much better.” You continued eating but then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You finished chewing and swallowing your food before you looked up at the person and your eyes widen.

“Hey (y/n), nice seeing you here.” Jimin says, his eyes turning into crescents as he smiles down at you.

“Yeah…” You say as your eyes wander to your brother who’s already staring Jimin down.

“Who are you?” He asks him with a straight face.

Still smiling, Jimin turns to your brother. “I’m Park Jimin and starting tomorrow I’m (y/n)’s personal trainer. And you are…?”

“Lee Minhyuk, her older brother.” Your brother replies.

“Oh, nice to meet you.” Jimin replies as he extends his hand and they both briefly shake hands. Your brother simply nods and goes back to grilling. “So, I’m looking forward to tomorrow.” Jimin turns his attention back to you with his hands in his pocket.

“Me too.” You simply reply with a nod as you awkwardly shift in your seat.

Finally sensing your slight discomfort, he points to the booth behind you. “Well, I guess I’ll join my friends now. Hope you two enjoy your meal!”

“Okay you too.” You say with a small smile and he gives you a quick wave before heading to his spot behind yours.

“Eat up.” You hear your brother say as he places some cooked meat onto your plate. You both continue eating in a comfortable silence for a while when he speaks up again. “Personal trainer huh? I guess that was mom’s idea.”

“Yeah…She heard a spot opened up at Jimin’s studio so she called him first thing in the morning.”

Your brother scoffs. “Of course she did. Does she even know if he’s any good?”

“Well, she heard about him from his previous client’s mom. Apparently the girl lost thirty-something pounds in six months.”

“I guess that’s impressive.”

“To be honest, I hope I can lose some weight too. I guess that’s why I’m not too against it.”

“As long as you’re okay with it I am too. If I knew you actually wanted to lose weight, I would’ve made Wonho help you!” He says with a smile.

“I don’t think I would’ve been able to keep up with him.” You both laugh at the thought.

“That’s true. He tends to get slightly overboard with his workouts!”

You nod in agreement as you finish the last bit of rice in your bowl. “I think I’m full now. How about you?”

“Yeah,” Minhyuk says as he leans back into the booth with a hand rubbing his belly. “I’m stuffed.”

“Wanna go then?”

“Good idea. It’s almost 10. We should head out.” He replies as he grabs his wallet and keys.

Once you slid out of the booth, you stretched a bit and your eyes couldn’t help but wander to Jimin’s table. You quickly recognize them as the group that came out of the SUV earlier and you feel a blush creeping on your face as you recall the whole butt slapping thing.

“Let’s go pay upfront.” You hear your brother say as he makes his way towards the front and you quickly follow behind.

The ride home was peaceful but once you guys pull into the driveway you panic a bit when you see your mom’s car already there.

“It’s going to be okay. If she says anything I got you.” Minhyuk assures you as he gets out of the car and heads over to your side to open your door for you.

“Thanks Hyuk. I know she’s definitely going to say something if she knows we went out to eat.”

“This is why the two of us need to move out.” He says playfully and you nudge his shoulder.

You guys make your way inside and see that your mom is sitting in the living room watching TV. Minhyuk motions for you to go upstairs first but as soon as you reach the staircase your mom calls out your name.

“Yes?” You say without looking at her.

“Where did you guys go?” She says in an eerily calm voice.

“We went to th-” Minhyuk starts but she interrupts him.

“Not you. I’m talking to (y/n).”

“But I was go-”

“Stop it Minhyuk. This isn’t about you.”

“No. And (y/n), go upstairs.” Your brother says as he gently pushes you to move forward but you shake your head knowing that your mom might get even more upset.

“You better not (y/n). I have a good idea where you both have been. (y/n) reeks of food.”

“If you would’ve let me finish I would’ve told you we went out to eat.”

You hear your mom laugh bitterly. “You seriously can’t miss a couple of meals can’t you (y/n)? How disgusting. Aren’t you disgusted with your own body?”

“Mom. I was the one who made her go. And quit saying shit like that! Do you know how hurtful your words are?!”

“Hurtful? How about how ‘hurt’ I feel as a mother?! It hurts me to see my own daughter turn into this oversized beast!”

“I seriously cannot understand you! Why don’t you talk to her like a normal person instead of putting her down like this?! I’m tired of hearing you degrade her on a daily basis.” Minhyuk argues and he takes a step towards the living room but you grab his arm.

“I’ve told her many times that she needs to stop eating so much and to exercise more often but look at her now!”

“She had a damn eating disorder and I’m pretty sure you don’t even know why!”

“So what? It shouldn’t have been serious enough for her to get obese.”

All of a sudden you hear something breaking. It was hard to see because tears were threatening to fall out but when you blinked they fell freely down your face. Once you wiped your eyes you see your brother’s bloody hand and part of the wooden staircase broken.

“Lee Minhyuk! Why did you do that?!” Your mom quickly gets up from the sofa and strides over to where you both were to examine the staircase.

“Because you’re being so irrational!”

“Irrational?! I’m speaking the truth! I seriously don’t understand why you stick up for her! Can’t you see that she needs help?” She says as she picks up some of the wood off the ground,

“No! You need help! You treat your daughter like shit without even figuring out the underlying problems.”

“You know what? I’ve had my fair share of problems. Do you think I have time to figure out what the hell is wrong with her? I mean look at her, she can’t even stick up for herself. What happened? Did she get bullied or something? Not surprising.”

“How can you even say that?!” Minhyuk yells to her. “You’re a horrible mom. I feel sick even calling you that right now.”

Your mom finally gets up from picking up the broken wood and looks at your brother. “If I’m such a shitty mom then get out. Both of you. GET OUT!” She says as she throws the pieces of wood she picked up at you and Minhyuk.

“Cool give us twenty minutes.” Minhyuk says as he turns around to face you. He gives you a small smile and gently motions for you to go upstairs and this time you do.

“I don’t care as long as you’re out by the morning!” You hear her say as she slams the door to her bedroom shut.

“Fuck her. Pack up whatever you can (y/n) we’re going to Hyun Woo’s place. I’m sure he’ll be cool with it.”

“Okay.” You reply softly as you quickly go to your room and pack your things. Looking around your room, you realize you don’t really have much anyways. You easily fit all of your clothes, electronics, and toiletries into a suitcase and your school books and stationary in another.

“Take your bed spread and pillows too. I paid for those anyways.” Your brother says as he stands in your doorway with a couple of suitcases. “I’m going to call Hyun Woo now.”

You nod at him as you went to grab the bed sheets and pillows and folded them neatly to make it easier to carry.

“Hey hyung, shit kind of went down at my place so (y/n) and I needs a place to stay for a while until I find my own apartment. No, I promise you it was my mom’s fault.” You hear your brother laugh while talking to his friend on the phone.

As you wait for him to finish you sit on your bed and examine your room. It was basically empty and it felt so foreign. Ever since your teen years you never really felt ‘at home’ here and now your heart was pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

“You ready? Let’s get out of this hell hole.” You hear your brother say as he went to grab his things but stopped midway to look at yours. “Wait. I’ll get your stuff first and I’ll go back to get mines. That way you won’t have to come back inside.”

“Okay.” You say as he takes both of your suitcases leaving you to just carry your backpack and beddings. You both silently stuff your belongings into his car and he tells you to stay as he goes back inside. He soon comes back and you get out to help him with his things.

“We should’ve done this sooner.” He chuckles as he closes his trunk. He turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry (y/n), we can make this work. I promise you will never have to deal with that type of negativity again.” He says as he puts an arm around your shoulder to pull you into a hug. “Let’s get going.” He pulls away and gets his keys out his pockets. He examines them and takes one off of his keychain and throws it towards the house. “I won’t be needing that anymore.” He states as he looks at you with a huge grin. You smile back at him but raise a brow as he opens his eyes wide all of a sudden. “Oh wait! I forgot something!” He exclaims as he goes to grab the key he threw and went inside the house again. He comes back after a few minutes with a bunch of bags with food. “Can’t leave these here because I paid for them.” He smiles cheekily as he throws the key towards the house again. “Now I won’t be needing that anymore.” He places them in the trunk of his car and he comes around to his side and he motions for you to get in. Once you both are inside you sit in silence for a few minutes and he finally turns the car on. His hand was on the steering wheel and you notice that there was still blood on it.

“Your knuckles! You should’ve bandaged them up Hyuk.” You say as you reach out to grab his wrist.

He gets out of your grip and places his hand back on the steering wheel. “I’ll be fine. I’ll do that at Hyun Woo’s place. It’s just a little scratch.”

“Little scratch my ass.” You reply and he laughs a bit. You both continue to sit there for a bit longer and you watch the rain as it slowly pours down the window. “So…I guess this is real.” You nearly whisper.

“Yeah. But it’s getting late and I know you have school tomorrow. I guess we should leave now.” He replies as he changes gears and for the second time this night he’s backing out of the driveway.

However, this will most likely be the last time and with that thought, you look at your house until it slowly fades into the distance. You feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders and you couldn’t help the smile that began to form on your face. For the first time in your life, you were looking forward to the future.

[asksquidbeakagents]

Pokémon AU: Beginnings

(Note the characters are a bit younger than normal in this one. Feel free to ask questions of their Pokemon AU selves if you wish

The morning rose bright and clear on the Marin region, a perfect day for four young trainers to begin their journey.

“Morning Dad!” Peony laughed, rushing into the kitchen, where her father was waiting for his coffee to finish. “Morning Wasabi.” The girl reached up to scratch at the base of the Charizard’s wings.

“Morning dear. You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I get my starter today, I don’t want someone to get the one I want first. I’ve already decided which one I’m getting too.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, Torchic. A fire type like Wasabi, but something original to me. I’m still thinking of a name though.”

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“Duh! It’s only the most important decision of my life. Anyway I better get going, bye Dad!”

“Seriously? You don’t even know which one you’re gonna choose yet?” Amethyst asked in amazement staring at her friend. “This decision is huge!”

“I know. So i’m gonna listen to my gut and my heart. You get me?” Marigold shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like I’m trying to be Champion or anything. That’s Lemon’s shtick.”

“Well I know what I’m choosing,” Lemon said. “I’ve even got a name picked out.”

“Really?” Marigold asked. “What?”

“I’m getting a Froakie and naming it Kusari.”

“Chain? Really?!”

“Yes. Lots of ninja weapons used chains I thought it fit.”

“What is it with you and ninjas?”

“Would you two stop arguing we’re here?” Amethyst interrupted as the three reached the lab of both the Pokemon Professor and the city Gym Leader Sheldon.

“Oh good morning girls! Here to pick up your Pokemon?”

“Yep,” Marigold said stepping forward.

“Very good, very good. Right this way. Peony was already here so I’m afraid one of your options has been lost. But you still have many other options.”

The girls began to wander looking at the poke balls on their stands, displaying information about the various Pokemon. Lemon quickly found her Froakie, and Amethyst picked out a Popplio soon after. A couple more minutes passed before Marigold stopped in front of one of the stands and picked up the ball.

“I think I want this one.”

“Mudkip?” Lemon said looking over her shoulder. “It looks a bit derpy.”

“I think it’s cute! I’m choosing this one.”

“I see you all got water types. Water type Pokemon attack with water of course, and are weak to grass...”

“WE KNOW!” The three girls piped up quickly, interrupting the beginning spiel.

“All right, all right. Very well, how about you all take out your Pokemon and get to meet them?”

The three girls were quick to follow his suggestion, letting their new Pokemon out of their poke balls.

“Hello there, I’m your trainer,” Marigold said. “Now what should I call you...”

“Oh I almost forgot to mention. Female starters are quite rare but your new Mudkip is one of them. Something to take into consideration.

“Female huh? I think-” Marigold hummed, in thought before continuing, “I think I’m gonna call you Susie. What do you think?”

“Kip!”

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Eventually the girls left the building, smiling and laughing. They were quickly interrupted by a familiar face as Peony suddenly confronted them.

“There you are! I thought y’all were never gonna leave! Now, Marigold, battle me!”

“What?”

“You heard me! I wanna Pokemon battle. And me and Sriracha are gonna kick you and your starters butts! Sriracha go!” With that the the girl sent out her Torchic.

“Ugh whatever. Susie go,” Marigold groaned out sending out her new Mudkip. “Susie watergun.”

“Hey! Uhh, Sriracha use scratch!” Peony said growing flustered, obviously not expecting a water type.

Due to type advantage the battle was quick, leaving Peony flustered and unsure.

“What did you say about kicking our butts?”

“Uhh... You only won cause of type advantage! I’ll get you next time!” With that Peony ran off towards the Pokemon center to get her new Pokemon checked out.

“Am I gonna have to deal with that my entire journey?”

“Probably.” Amethyst put a hand on Marigold’s shoulder before grinning. “But come on! Let’s get Susie healed up so we can get going! We’ve got a journey to begin!”