#but i keep imagining Coco's reaction if you told her this & her just being like

[pixieacoco]

Beat: Slowly, over time, coming to trust & befriend Coco

Coco: Not used to second chances or anyone trusting or wanting to be her friend

[justahopelessssromantic]

Barbecue

Imagine Request. Reader is new to the town and makes friends with Felipe who invites her to a barbecue being held t the club. She is weary but he insists saying that his two sons will also be there. The day of the barbecue arrives and they both head there together. She notices a lot of good looking bikers. The men all admire her as Filipe introduces her to everyone. They all try and seduce the pretty new girl much to Felipe's delight.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request nonnie! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy 🥰 I really love your idea!

Word Count: 1322

*gif not mine*

Felipe handed over your package waving off your money for your steaks. "Please, this ones on me." Felipe smiled kindly at you. 

"You know if you keep giving away things for free you are going to go out of business." You pointed out putting your wallet away anyways. You knew there was no use in arguing with the older man. You'd find some way to pay him back. "If you won't let me pay for my meat then you at least have to let me cook for you one of these days." 

Your friendship with Felipe may seem odd to any onlookers but he was the first person you met and befriended after moving to Santo Padre for your new job just a few weeks ago. Unpacking and fixing up your new place had become more of a chore than you were expecting so you hadn't gotten around to meeting really any other residents of the charming small town. You were rather shy and not great at making friends so staying in and keeping to yourself mostly wasn't much of a problem. 

Felipe knew you didn't have any other friends besides him and your best friend back home. You were such a lovely girl he only wanted to help you out in any way that he could. "Alright I'll let you cook for me one of these days." You both knew he hadn't had a really good home cooked meal since his wife passed. 

"Great!" You beamed up at him excited to show off your skill in the kitchen. "How about Friday night?" 

Felipe nodded. "Sounds good. Oh and one more thing." He caught you just before you were about to leave. "There’s a barbecue on Saturday at the Mayans clubhouse. I would love it if you would come." 

You chewed on your bottom lip thinking of how you could turn him down. You weighed all the excuses in your mind. "I don't really know Felipe, I've got lots to do at home. I just don't know that I could." You tried to let him done gently but he was stubborn and saw right through you. 

"Come on you can take one day off," he insisted, "Just come with me for a little while. Do an old man a favor." He chuckled. Felipe took your hand in his, hoping to ease your nervousness. "My two sons will be there. I would love for you to meet them. Just come for a little while. If you hate it and want to leave I will take you home." 

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that." You teased. "I'll see you Friday, 8 o'clock." If he was going to insist on you going to this barbecue then you were going to hold him to your dinner plans. 

The day of the barbecue came and needless to say you were nervous. Your dinner with Felipe the night before helped a little as he told you about the club, the mayans, and mostly his two sons. 

You stepped out of Felipe's truck shutting the door behind you. You straightened your outfit out, smoothing out any wrinkles from the drive over. Felipe extended his arm out to you with a smile. If his sons were anything like him you knew you��d like them. He was quite the gentleman. 

The first person you met as you entered the part was a kind, although a little odd, man named Chucky. He was very friendly and offered to bring you back a beer which you thanked him for. 

The guys were hanging outside just fucking around when you walked in. Their attention immediately turned to you, the unfamiliar girl on Felipe’s arm. 

“Hey Angel, who’s that with your Pops?” Gilly asked, not taking his eyes off you. 

They all watched your interaction with Chucky. You smiled at Chucky saying something before he left. Shortly after Felipe turned to you and said something quietly in your ear which made you laugh. 

All the men were drawn to you as they watched on. You had their full attention without even knowing. 

Angel shook his head, “I have no fucking idea but I can promise you by the end of the night I will.” 

“Maybe she’s Felipe’s new woman.” Coco chuckled. “Careful Angel you don’t want to have the hots for your new step mommy.” 

"Fuck you." Angel tossed something at Coco chuckling. 

The guys erupted into laughter catching your attention. You felt a little nervous looking at all the handsome guys in front of you. Their laughter immediately died down as you approached their table with Felipe. 

Each guy was prepping for possibly the most important interaction they could have with you, the first impression. 

Bishop came down from the deck along with Hank and Taza to greet you first. “Felipe you must introduce us to your beautiful plus one.” Bishop gave you a charming smile. 

“This is (Y/N).” Felipe introduced you. “She just moved to town not long ago. I can already say that Santo Padre is a much better place with her in it.” 

You blushed at the compliment, your cheeks heating up. The smile that played on your lips stayed as the introductions continued. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” The way Bishop said your name made you feel like he had known you forever. 

“Where did Felipe come across a beauty such as you?” Hank asked from behind Bishop. 

“I actually met Felipe at his shop. He has an excellent business.” You glance back at Felipe who had stepped back a bit with Chucky. 

“The best in town for fresh meat.” Taza agreed with you. 

"Besides in my pants of course." Creeper chuckled patting Taza on the shoulders. "If that's something you're interested in." 

"Don't be disgusting, Creep." Riz butted in. "Ignore him. I promise we're not all disgusting assholes like this jackass." He motioned over to Creeper. "I'm Riz. The only proper gentleman here." 

Coco nearly choked on his beer when he heard that. "Yeah a real fucking gentleman." Coco set his beer down. He looked you over giving you a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He gave you a nod before excusing himself going with the quiet and mysterious approach instead. Sometimes less was more.

EZ passed Coco as he came out of the clubhouse. He saw the guy all around you. You must be the new girl his father told him about, he thought. “Ezekiel Reyes. Felipe's son. Most people call me EZ.” EZ smiled. He shook your hand introducing himself. “Pops told me lots about you.”

Angel scoffed. Before EZ could say much more he got up from the table and butted in pushing his brother to the side. “Angel, the better way more experienced brother.” Angel said with a wink. 

You didn't have the chance to respond before EZ gave his brother a little shove back which quickly turned into the two having it out.

You giggled watching them. This was quite the introduction.

Felipe watched the guys and chuckled. He had a feeling this would be their reaction to meeting you. He sat back and enjoyed the show along with Chucky.

Gilly came up beside you watching on as Angel now had EZ in a playful headlock. “They’re all a bunch of idiots.” He commented chuckling as the men started coming in saying who they thought would give in first. “But they are rather loveable idiots. I'm Gilly by the way. How about we go inside the clubhouse for a drink and get away from the craziness for a while." He figured he could sneak you away to himself while everyone was engaged in the fight. "It's much quieter." He gave you a smile. "I'll tell you anything you want to know about the guys." He offered. He may not tell you all truths. He'd definitely paint himself better than the rest. 

It was every man for himself after all.

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[feliix]

Mine ✦ JHS (18+)

✦  Pairing: Werewolf!Hoseok x Reader ✦ Word count: 3.6k ✦  Rating: M  

✦  Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!au, werewolf!au

✦  Summary: It’s your boyfriend Hoseok’s first time in heat, and as much as you’ve prepared yourself for this moment you’d never expect it to go like this.

✦  Warnings: explicit smut, heat sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dom!hoseok, oral: female receiving, dirty talk, rough sex, impregnation kink, breeding kink, hobi is possessive af, knotting, creampie, marking, blood play, praise kink, aftercare,

✦ Requested by this anon ‘Hoseok x reader werewolf alpha heat with human mate? First time experiencing his heat and his knot?’ this anon: ‘May I request for the drinks and Drabbles, Hobi + cocktail. (Lmfao this is gonna be a lot, you don’t need to do all, whatever you feel inspired by {love you}; dom Hobi, spanking, creampie, fingering, toys, pet names)’ and sweet beanie @jintobean​‘ahem. pls might i order some hot coco hoseok it can have some nsfw idc i just need my heart to burst pls and thank’

✦  A/N: another episode of i try to write a drabble but it turns into a oneshot :)))) tagging my bby @hobiance​ for the much needed encouragement and werewolf hobi love♡ also this is my first actual werewolf smut please be nice and beta read by the wonderful, amazing and life saving @ally-127​

✦ Written for the BHQ Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland​ 

read part two here 

You had no idea what you were anticipating as you got home from work today. Before you had left Hobi was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasn't himself. It didn’t take long for you to realize something was wrong, and before you had even gone on lunch you received a text from your boyfriend.

Hobi: I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I think I’m in heat

There was no time to think about the next course of action, it was clear what you had to do. The next thing you knew you were in your bosses office, telling her that you were beginning to feel ill and that you’d be taking the rest of the day off.

He could smell that you were home before you had even walked through your front door. Hobi’s senses were mad, higher than he had ever experienced before. 

To put it lightly, you were worried. You had never experienced a werewolf in heat before, only heard about it from the older boys and their girlfriends in passing. But now there was no time to ask questions. Hobi was in heat and you’d have to figure it out together.

Muffled moans traveled throughout the apartment as Hobi ached in pain in your bedroom. Concern immediately flooded your system, not knowing if you should rush over to check on him or take things slow. The groaning only gets louder as you approach the bedroom door, pressing your ear up to the door to try and make out the slur of words coming from his mouth.

“Y/N?” He nearly cries as he senses your presence, the smell of you awakening senses he didn’t even know he had. 

Slowly, you turn the handle of the door to reveal yourself to him.

He’s in pain, lying in a pool of his own sweat as a dewy sheen glistens over his body. The only thing covering him is a pair of cotton underwear. They were the only thing soft and breathable enough that he could stand to have on his body, unlike the other clothes torn into shreds that he ripped off earlier. Hopefully he can hold back from treating yours in the same way – you really like the blouse you have on today.

As you see him curled up on the bed you can’t help but become worried for his current state. His face is scrunched in agony, soft groans leaving his lips between each labored breath. Slowly, you make your way over to him, careful not to move too quickly and startle his instincts.

You can only imagine the pain he's gone through over the past few hours. Knowing he's broken every bone in his body to turn, over and over again. Finally that part was over for now, but the everlasting ache of his muscles is still no match for his oncoming heat.

“It hurts,” he moans as his arms cup his sides roughly, rocking back and forth in attempts to relieve some of the pain. You can feel the heat radiating off his body from a foot away.

Instinctively, your hand reaches out to stroke his arm, the hairs standing up as his body shivers in a cold sweat. And then you notice it. The way his nostrils flare and exhale thickly as his eyes begin to glow an amber and gold hue. Your touch comforted him yet riled him up all at once, his wolf wholly and completely awake now that your skin was on his.

His eyes lock on you intently, a deep message hidden behind in his stare – almost like he was going to swallow you whole. You know what he needed. By the bulge in his pants to the look in his eyes you can tell it's you he wants – the only thing he needs at this moment, and you are ready for it.

You already know what you were getting yourself into when you began dating a wolf. It was only a matter of time before your sex life did a 180, and no, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect but today was the day that you’d finally understand what this was all about.

Like a second wind had taken over him, Hobi sits up in the bed, his posture firm and his muscles straining as he holds himself from grabbing you by the waist and mounting you at that moment. He’s waiting for reassurance from you, holding onto every ounce of strength he has before moving an inch.

And so you reach out to him again, bending at the waist as you place your arms on his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m ready,” is all you have to say for him to know, and then he’s scooping you up with his supernatural strength to lay you on the bed.

Without missing a beat, Hobi’s fingers are looping through the sides of your underwear and ripping them down your legs. Surprisingly, you are a lot less nervous than you had expected to be. Maybe because you know how much pain he is in from holding himself back, and all you want is to finally satisfy his wolf that has been eating away at him for so long.

Your sweet scent fills his nostrils as he moves closer to your cunt. Closing his eyes, he basks in your scent – your scent overtaking him stronger than ever before. With deep inhale, he nestles his nose against your core, admiring the way you smelled before extending his tongue to lap at your slit. Immediately, your body jerks in reaction to his touch, the sensitivity of your clit being tested by his quick and frivolous motions.

“Tastes so good,” he mumbles against your inner thigh, making your body jerk at the vibration of his lips. His ministrations are much more impactful than before; this time he's hungry for it, dying to satisfy an itch that was nearly impossible to scratch.

Soon his hands are prying your legs as far apart as they could go, shoving his face into your center and devouring any juices that slipped past your entrance. Even though you had done this a hundred times, it felt different. He was driven by hunger, his actions quick and frivolous to ready you for his length. It was different but it was intentional; his sole purpose backing each and every flick of his tongue.

Moans pass his lips as they wrap around your clit, sucking harshly. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own actions from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. You can tell that he likes it by the way his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you down as his tongue flicks past your entrance and into your velvety walls.

A string of curses leave your lips as your body is rendered immobile, unable to move from the way he’s holding your legs to the bed. He’s ravenous – his nose pressing roughly into your clit as his tongue explores your sex. As much as he wants to be gentle he can’t; his wolf sending each of his senses into overdrive with each drip of arousal that lands on his tongue.

He’s moving so quickly that you can’t subdue your quickly approaching high. Any tug at his hair only makes him move faster, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy at an alarming rate.

“Hobi,” you cry out, “I’m gonna cum if you keep at it like that.”

He doesn’t respond to you with words, only squeezes your thighs to acknowledge you. He’s too busy devouring your pussy to come up for air. Your words only make him move faster and more desperately, your high coming to a peak as he flattens his tongue across your slit. You take a quick glimpse of his amber eyes before he squeezes them shut, feverishly indulging in your release, licking it up as if his life depended on it.

By now a layer of perspiration has coated your body, the silky fabric of your blouse sticking to your skin. But Hobi isn’t done – things are just getting started.

Retreating from his spot between your legs, he sits back on his heels, wiping any left over arousal coating his chin with the back of his hand. He’s still hungry – the squint of his eyes and the determined look on his face told you so. Heat coursed through your veins as you waited for him to make his next move. He was trying to be patient, trying to let you recover for a moment before he got back to business, but you knew what he wanted.

In the interest of time you remove your own shirt, sitting up on the bed to throw the garment to the side and unclip your bra. His hungry eyes take in your nude figure as he moves forward to push you back onto the mattress. Your body relaxes as his lips connect to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking on it harshly, sure to leave a mark for tomorrow.

You arch your back in response as his lips begin to trail down your chest. A line of wet kisses is left behind as he makes his way down to one of your breasts, taking it in his mouth and circling the sensitive bud with his tongue. His teeth brush gently across your nipple, the sensation of his growing canines scraping against it breaking goosebumps against your skin.

Every day since he first turned has been leading up to this moment. Waiting out each passing moment for a sign of carnal instincts to over take him. Over the past few days you’d just brushed off his overly clingy demeanor, assuming it was just him growing into himself as a wolf. His suspicious and on-edge behavior went completely overlooked. You didn’t expect Hobi’s first heat to come on so soon after turning, but alas, here you were.

Hobi’s hands grab a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent and the knees with your ass on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.

His long digits trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. You can only imagine the restraint he is holding onto at this moment. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened member into you, but he knows that your human body is not meant to handle what is coming for you.

Hobi’s eye’s screw shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste – so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.

Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Hobi out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. He’s sizing you up, wondering if you’d be able to accommodate his new size. It worries him deeply, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to control himself like he normally could. You needed to do something, say something to help settle the internal warfare consuming his mind.

“I’m ready, Hoseok.”

His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. It’s fiery and red, inflamed from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coats your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.

One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, surprised at this new sensation. His size is bigger than you’d ever taken before, so much thicker and longer than his normal length. It’s a lot to take in at once, and he’s trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size.

“You can move,” you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.

With your fists grasping for the sheets, Hobi begins thrusting his hips slowly  into you– holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, the only thing giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.

Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy.

“Can’t hold back much longer,” he bares his teeth, canines prominent in his bite, “need to breed you now.”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as his words meet your ears. 

You’d never had serious baby talk before let alone tried for one. It was his primal instincts talking, you were sure of it. But even if it wasn't there was no turning back now. He was losing control and he was losing it quickly.

Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to, but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.

Hobi thrusts in and out of your effortlessly, your abundance of arousal coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.

Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls to make a sound. A loud leaves you lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his canines. It doesn’t hurt like you’d expect it too, or maybe you’re too caught up in his throbbing shaft plunging into you to notice if it does.

“Taking me so well.”

His praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on.

“Hobi I-I’m gonna–”

“I can smell it,” he groans, mouth meeting your neck as he sucks harshly on it. You can feel his canines scraping against your soft skin, itching to break the flesh and claim you. It’s what he’d always wanted – having you here like this just makes it all the more enticing.

A string of cuss words fall from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.

Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. “Smells so sweet, need to make you mine.”

You knew what this means. You knew you already were his, just not in that way yet. He was holding onto every last ounce of strength to stop himself from biting, from sinking his teeth into your precious skin and claiming you as his mate. It was painful for him to keep at it like this, and you didn’t have any second thoughts before saying it.

“Do it, Hoseok,” the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, “claim me.”

So he does.

His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his canines sink into your skin. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, praying for the awful sensation to but cut short and pleasure to take over. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.

“Mine.”

Your heart flutters at his claim, having never felt as close to him than you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Hoseok binding to eternity and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, you’re too blissed out from the shock of him claiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.

Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.

“Hobi,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, “Hobi it hurts.”

“Its almost over baby,” he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine lets you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his lupine senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his wolf was telling him to do then so be it.

As Hobi’s knot begins to subdue he doesn’t let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, now forming into a dark scar to let everyone know you were his. Its crazy how just one bite felt like it could change the entire dynamic of your relationship. You were his now, and he was yours. Forever.

“Hobi?”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, refraining from letting his mouth leave your skin.

“Did you mean that thing you said,” your lip worries between your teeth before you can finish your question, wondering if he even remembers anything that happened or if his wolf took everything over.

“What thing?”

“The thing about breeding me?” Your eyes slam shut to brace yourself from the answer.

“Yes,” he sighs out nonchalantly, like he isn’t admitting that his intentions were to get you pregnant.

“Yes?”

“You’re my mate, Y/N,” he presses a chaste kiss between your shoulder blades before pulling out. A small whimper leaves your lips at the loss of contact, not sure if you were relieved that he was no longer inside you or not. “Of course I want you to have my pups.”

Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks beautiful. He welcomes your kiss like he’s been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.

It's the first time he’s seen your eyes since you’ve gotten home, and even then he couldn’t appreciate them like he could now. There's a different glow that he didn’t notice before. Maybe it's because he’s bound to you now, willing to do anything and everything for you.

“I love you,” you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the amber in his eyes now faded back to the chocolatey brown color you love so much.

“And I love that you’re mine.”

‘Mine’ is copyright 2020 @parksfilter​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[bella-donna418]

Cottagecore Family Life

A/N: I really wanted to do this headcanon lol

I'll continue living in this life of delusion don't @ me

~~~

Best place for this will be Switzerland like cottagecore let's go! (also bcs of this LOL LIKE THE BIO IS LITERALLY JUST 😂😂😂)

The nature around them is just filled with pretty flowers and butterflies could be seen especially in mornings and birds love singing at their place

Eren and Mikasa just looking after their child, especially Mikasa.

Also they'd probably have 2-5 children and they'll be so pretty and cute 🥺🥺🥺

Their children's energy are basically Eren and Mikasa's staminas combined (ultimate energy here)

Eren would be chasing the ones running and oh boy.

An unattended child has found an axe—

Mikasa walks right on the spot and sees their child about to get a hold of it so she immediately runs to them (luckily the baby is asleep inside the room she came from)

She'll scold the child in a gentle but stern manner be like, "No touching your dad's tools, understand?"

The child would just nod while looking down.

Eren joins in the scene with their other little one and oop—

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw what's going on (especially that they're near the axe)

Mikasa looks at Eren—sighing and said, "You should keep your tools somewhere where they can't see or touch them."

He'd nod slowly, "Right. I forgot about the axe here..."

He then puts down their little one and it immediately runs and hugs Mikasa's waist.

During bedtime, they love watching their parents dance to a music box (given by Annie as a gift for Mikasa when she heard the news she was pregnant)

Sometimes they'd sing a lullaby in duet and their children would slowly fall asleep (JUST IMAGINE THEM SINGING REMEMBER ME FROM THAT COCO DISNEY MOVIE OK?)

But sometimes Mikasa's on her own making the children fall asleep (when she forced Eren to take a rest lol)

Like imagine her singing the chorus part of "safe and sound" by Taylor Swift 🥺🥺🥺

Everytime they get nightmares they'd run to their parents' room and Mikasa will be the one to get up and open the door.

She'd be like, "Why up so late in the night—wait, why are you crying?"

Then the child explains and Mikasa just picks the smol child up and goes to the couch in the room with books at the table beside it.

She'd then read her a funny story and then the kid/s would just laugh.

Eren's a "deep" sleeper sooo....

Mikasa then sings the lullaby she'd sing when she's on her own to make the children sleep.

The child falls asleep and Mikasa acknowledges this and carries them back to the kids' room and settles them in their bed.

Mikasa would finally go back to bed—thinking Eren's still asleep.

But then Eren's like, "You're voice sounds like an angel's."

She'd find herself smacking a pillow at him and he just chuckles.

Mikasa would now lay down and Eren turns around from his position and cuddles her.

~~~

Their children are always curious.

They'd go outside and play, pick some flowers and make flower crowns, or read some books (most were sent by Armin), run around to catch butterflies, and more.

As they grew up, the girls would always be with Mikasa if they want, and the boys would stick with Eren (it actually depends on whether they're a daddy's or mommy's girl/boy)

Overall, their children would learn how to cook, do embroidery, chop wood, doing custom house decorations, and more.

During birthdays, they'd be visited by their uncles and aunts along with their little ones—if they have (you know who they are 😂😂😂)

The children would receive so many gifts—heck, they'd all be spoiled by them especially by Zeke (best uncle award)

They'd also play with the others' children (like they'd always play tag outside while the parents are indoors having a chat 🥺👉👈)

Their teenage years were quite more chaotic than their childhood (curse of puberty)

At random times, they'd argue to each other and Mikasa will just look at Eren and be like, "You're turn to break it up."

Eren would just sigh and try to break the bicker up and Mikasa would just stand by the door and watch.

He'll approach them and be like, "What are you fighting about?"

The bickering two would look at him and start pointing at each other and start shouting then glaring at each other—debating again.

Poor Eren gotta deal with this and Mikasa couldn't help but snicker at her spot.

Personality-wise they got the temperamental attitude from Eren while the calm demeanor from Mikasa.

Eren would look at the door and see Mikasa standing and giving her an 'um, help?' look.

Mikasa deciding to be mean, smirks and leaves to go to the kitchen and cook.

Eren felt "betrayed" because of her actions (your guy gotta deal with 2 hot headed teens in a phase arguing for some reason)

But Eren managed to calm them down.

They're all calm and collected, the 2 are no longer screaming and Eren began asking questions.

Mikasa decides to take a peek inside to see what's going on now

Eren would be like, "Ok, what's the real matter why your fighting? Don't yell, I'm asking you calmly."

They'd then start talking about who's wrong and all, and giving a few more minutes, they finally got along.

Eren internally was like, 'Fucking finally.'

Mikasa, seeing this, can't help but smile so she finally decided to come inside then looked at their teens and was like, "Glad you got along."

Eren just looked at her—not even bothering to ask why later since she looks happy about it.

Ooooh of course, their reactions when Eren starts snaking his arms around Mikasa's waist and just resting his head on her shoulder in front of the kids.

When they were young, they were just giggling.

But now, oh god it's so funny (not really lol)

They're literally like "👁👄👁 uhm you're gonna flirt in front of us?"

The two would just look at each other and laugh knowing how much they've grown.

In times of comforting children when it comes to love issues.

Best love expert award goes to...

Lol sorry it's Zeke.

Sometimes Zeke visits and if he sees one of them looking sad or something, assuming it's about love and all, he'd go up to them and be like, "You know, there's a quote that says; there's many more fish in the sea."

The teen would look at him surprised he knew and be like, "Yeah..."

And then there goes all things about love to Zeke.

If uncle Zeke ain't around, Mikasa would be the one dealing the problem.

You wonder for Eren? Pfft- he'd always be like, "Uhh... Ask your mom I guess..." (Please don't laugh at Eren 😂😂😂)

But in terms of practical things, Eren's the best at it.

They also taught their children self-defense so when they need it, they can use it.

In terms of their girls entering a relationship with a guy...

Overprotective dad mode on for Eren and be like, "Who's the guy? I need to talk to him."

Mikasa would just smile and instead, congratulate them and give advices.

Since Eren told their girl to bring her "boyfriend" he'd have an intimidating aura and the guy is just scared shitless (poor dude)

But in the end, Eren would just sigh and be like, "Just... don't hurt her, ok?"

To be honest, Mikasa is the one more relieved than their girl 😂😂😂

But living a peaceful life, they watched their kids grow into who they are and damn they're the prettiest beings ever (their genes are just ✨✨✨)

And when they get old, their children would always make time to visit them and at least take care of them.

Especially when it's their birthdays, they'd ALL come back at the home where they were raised with love and care 😭😭😭

It's the fact their children just cares for them even if they had their own lives/families.

To make me even cry more, Eren and Mikasa would be playing with their grandkids while their grown up child is just making some meal for all of them. (Old and gray EM with their grandkids, anyone?)

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A/N: FINALLY!!!

Ok ngl this looks like the most decent headcanon I've ever made 😭😭😭

And fun fact: I cried while making this

AND I STILL AM 😭😭😭

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Desire

A/N: SMUT ON THE BRAIN, I REPEAT SMUT ON THE BRAIN. 

Angel Reyes x Reader

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1705k

Language: Smut, mention of blow-job, language, SMUT

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Y/N leaned dangerously lower finding herself eye level with none other than Angel and the guys. She smirked; “You have five minutes to meet me in the storage closet Angel Reyes or I’m starting without you.” Y/N whispered licking the shell of his ear seductively. “And I don’t like waiting…” 

Her converse shoes squeaked ever so slightly against the wood floors beneath them as he ogled her ass swaying farther from his reach. Her form fitting shirt was leaving little to his active imagination. Her denim cutoffs taunted him with the simple sway of her luscious hips. She was a fucking deity and Y/N knew he was eating out of the palm of her enticing hand.

Under his breath, Angel finally exhaled the compressed air lodged in his chest; “Fuck.” Popping the ‘k’ overtly. It wasn’t until Coco coughed attempting to clear away any residual sexual tension that Angel peeled his stare from Y/N looking around the table innocently.

“Yo, I say this with mad love but if you don’t leave this table to fuck her, I will homie.” Gilly and Riz laughed wholeheartedly alongside Coco. The fire in Angel’s orbs blared to life, anger gripping ahold of him. His fist clenched ripping one of his cards clean down the middle trying to refocus his pent-up frustration.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, man. Anyone who dares to touch Y/N nonetheless solicit my girl will definitely be meeting me in the fucking ring. Got it, hermano?”

Coco cheeks blushingly glowed chuckling at his best friend. They were in the middle of a poker game and Y/N knew to not bother him during these times. But, looks like Y/N didn’t want to play fair tonight and he’d have to remind of the rules. Angel licked his wet lips as saliva pooled within him.  

“I only do it because you’re so easy to get a reaction out of…probably why Y/N loves seeing that pissed look on your face. Bitch knows how to play the damn game; I’ll give her that.”

He threw his cards down to the table signaling his defeat; “Boys, I gotta girl that needs tendin to. Don’t come searching for us.” Angel raised his left eyebrow wiggling it to the best of his ability. His boots scuttled as the chair legs screeched backwards. Angel leisurely rose from his seat chugging the rest of his whiskey. The liquor was bitter, malty, and burned in all the right places. With his nerves afire and his belly ablaze, Angel sought out the one thing that could calm and simultaneously bait him.

The rumblings of his brothers didn’t jog past him as he walked towards the empty storage room. The soft voice of Gilly made its way to him; “Fucking Reyes and Y/N. How the hell did he score her again?” Coco chimed in; “Cabrón con suerte.”

Ez watched from the bar top inspecting his brother’s hungry glare scouring the room for Y/N. To say he was jealous wouldn’t be his choice of words but there was something about his best friend and brother boning that provided a weird energy of comfort.  

“Avert your gaze, Prospect. That’s an order.” Angel raised his hand saluting him breaking into a fit of laughter. Ez merely nodded focusing his attention back to demeaning cleaning chores and collecting miscellaneous bottles. The older Reyes walked through the door in search of the hidden room approaching on his left. He so enjoyed these games especially when it included Y/N.

“Oh sweetheart, where ya hiding? Papi is getting impatient.” His questioning tone vibrated off the bare walls as Angel observed the nooks and crannies surrounding him.

“Querida, you’re being a damn tease…”

Out of the blue, Angel heard the teasing tone of his girlfriend; “Marco….”

“So, you want to play games, Y/N? Bring it on darling. Polo.”

His ears perked up as his arm hairs stood straight looking for identifiable clues. Angel whipped around hearing a broom clash against the cold concrete. Y/N shuffled covering her mouth in hopes of keeping her laughs muffled. Her heart was practically beating outside of her rib cage as his signature cologne invaded her nostrils. Ever so quietly, Angel instinctively sauntered obscenely silent towards a corner of the abandoned room.

Angel was swift on his feet jumping around the corner scaring the living shit out of Y/N; “Gotcha!”

Y/N jumped as Angel watched her eyes bulge in momentary fear; “Shit, Angel! Well, looks like you found me. Now time to claim your prize?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” Angel’s grip on her smooth hips tightened gluing her between the wall and his frame. Y/N huffed pressing her breasts firmly against him in retaliation.

“Well now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you…what are you gonna do with me?” Angel nipped at her exposed cleavage moaning loudly.

“Jesus Angel. You’re driving me crazy.” With little vigor, Y/N’s hands shoved him giving her a sliver of distance. Grabbing by the collar of his pristine shirt, she pressed him into her former place. Immediately, Y/N reached for the bulky belt buckle currently blockading her path, pulling hard admiring it slipped through the loops. She kept one hand securely on his chest as the other dropped the offensive item to the ground.

“You’ve been very naughty Angel. I’m here to deliver your penance.” Her flirtatious manner was beginning to get the best of her, her patience was truly being tested. She sunk down to her knees staring up at his bashful brown eyes and quivering Adam’s apple. Contemplating every sinful thought riddling his thoughts Angel tried to find the words garbled in his throat. 

Her hands moved faster than his brain undoing the button of his jeans before Angel was graced with the delicious sound of a zipper lowering. A minor tug of his pants revealed his striped boxers as Y/N slipped beneath the pesky layer. Her doe eyes gawked towards him in a demanding yet submissive approach.

“Looks like you’re in for a treat, Reyes…Of course if you’re not interested, I bet I could find---”

“No more fucking around baby.” Y/N bobbed in innocent agreement; “As you wish.”

She enveloped his hard cock stroking him the entire length, squeezing just enough at the tip as a groan slipped from him. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N continued her perfected movements fondling his dick faster causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, baby! What’re you doin—?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Angel was engulfed in her heat, the warmth of her flawless mouth. Y/N sucked harder compelling Angel’s head knocking the white wall holding him.

“You are too good at that. Too fucking good.”

Drool oozed from the corner of her salacious mouth as Y/N hummed forcing the vibrations to take Angel to the next level of pleasure. She sucked him off like her life depended on it. He was a half second away from losing it when she deep throated him to her limit. The suction noise was enough to turn him on enormously, but watching his girl go full force was about to make him lose his load. Pre-cum leaked down her chin before Y/N made quick work of licking it away, tidying up her mess.

She proceeded to remove herself, popping her lips loudly in effect; “Mm hmm, two minutes and you’re a goner.”

Angel was stunned into submission at the attractive girl on her knees and it turned him on to no surmountable end. He guided her back to where he craved her most cleverly placing his hand on the back of her head. He hated controlling her mannerisms but strictly stayed in place for future guidance. Angel added the smallest of pressure as more of his length guided down her throat. So warm and welcoming, Angel had to think of literally anything else to stop himself from cumming. The lustful look, her hands locked behind his buttocks, it was all too much for a simple Mayan to take in.

“Ahh, ahh shit. If you get doin that, I’m gonna explode.”

So, Y/N kicked into overdrive taking him as deep as her body would allow. She loved watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and the part of his lips waiting to cry out. So close, Y/N knew he was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm so she initiated into full force.

The squelching noises coming from Y/N sent Angel overboard. Y/N sloppily slurped vying with every energetic thrust. The ache within him involuntarily released driving Angel to cum ferociously into Y/N’s sweet, hot mouth. Ribbons of cum filtrated the back of her throat welcomingly.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ was the only explicit word in Angel’s mind as lustful chaos stormed throughout his body. Hot cum simmered down her throat as she so freely swallowed every gulp with dignified pleasure. She moaned around his length allowing his orgasm to linger. Angel lovingly held her in place as she sucked every last drop from the tip of his cock.

“God damn. God damn woman.”

Y/N’s fingers edged along the corners making sure to clean up any remnants remaining surveying Angel candidly. Y/N removed herself from the floor tucking him gently back into the folds of his boxers as his body turned to gelatin.

“You taste sweet. A hint of strawberry and pineapple?” Her devious tone enticed him wanting to bend her over and make her scream. But they’d been preoccupied for longer than anticipated. Angel knew he couldn’t fuck her quite yet but the night was young and the devilish grin on Y/N’s face told him he was in for a night of fucking and love making.

“Babe, that was fucking mind-blowing.” Angel cupped her cheeks kissing her excitedly. His cock twitched wishing to be buried inside Y/N but he knew better.

“Damnit, one hour and we’re out of here. Got it?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Reyes. I’m in dire need of an orgasm or two especially with my sexy as fuck Mayan to ride reverse cowgirl.”

“You have to idea what you’re askin for….”

Winking in Angel’s direction, Y/N knew precisely what she desired; “One hour or I’m starting without you.”

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[imagineredwood]

Request: imagine that reader is insecure about herself, has low self-esteem issues and when her boyfriend EZ finds out he just wants to make her feel like she’s the most amazing woman in the world (with smut)

Pairing: EZ Reyes x reader 

Warnings: mild sexual content, talk of self-esteem issues, insecurity but nothing over the top

Word count: 1.5k

“So. How’s your girl?”

EZ looked up from the bar to find Letty there, all smiles. He retuned it and continued stocking up the beers.

“She’s doing fine, trouble.”

Letty nodded and continued watching him as he worked. She was quiet for a little while before speaking again.

“She has been down lately, so I was just wondering.”

At the, EZ looked back up, his hands stilling.

“She has?”

“Mhmm.”

Letty nodded once more, a small frown on her lips.

“She seemed like she was upset about something, just more closed off than usual. I invited her to go out with me and she was game but then she kinda bailed out at the last minute, said she just didn’t feel like leaving the house. I’m not mad, I just wanted to make sure she’s ok.”

She had EZ’s full attention and now. He had noticed that you had seemed a little off lately, but you had said you were just tired when he had asked you. He had been extremely busy with the club lately, his vote to patch in getting closer and closer. They were using him a lot more now, utilizing both his brains and brawns when out doing club business and that meant less time at home. He wasn’t seeing you as much as he usually did, and obviously, the distance had made him miss something. EZ gave Letty a smile as he thanked her.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll talk to her tonight, let her know you were asking about her.”

Letty grinned herself and walked away from the bar to go and sit by Coco while EZ thought to himself. He was busy again today, no time to slip home and see what was going on with you. It also wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have over the phone where you could easily lie. He knew he needed to speak with you in person in order to get the truth from you about whatever was going on. He felt guilty that it had taken Letty to notice, but better late than never he figured. With a sigh, he placed the last of the bottles into the rack and then grabbed the washcloth, wiping down the countertop.

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“Babe?”

He entered the house and called out for you. The kitchen and living room were empty, and so he went searching. He looked everywhere until he found you in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around you. A smile came to his face immediately and he walked in, catching your attention. He expected you to smile back but instead, he saw your shoulders raise, your face looking uncomfortable. He frowned as he saw your body language, a clear unease about you. He watched you face away from him, facing the mirror again.

“Are you OK?”

You nodded quickly but kept your eyes forward.

“I'm fine babe. Almost done.”

EZ didn't believe you but nodded anyway. He pulled his eyes away from you to give you privacy, his presence clearly not something you wanted right now. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized then that whatever was happening must’ve had something to do with him. You had been fine before he got there, then as soon as you saw him you had clammed up. EZ knew he had been working more lately, not home nearly as much as either he or you would've liked. That was the only thing he could think of then. You hadn't fought or argued so your reaction wasn't making much sense to him. He pulled off his kutte and hung it on the back of the chair, sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for you to get out.

Soon you were out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around you when you stepped out. He smiled at you again and you returned it, though he could still see the tension in your body. Lifting his hand and motioning to you with his finger, he spoke softly.

“Come here, beautiful.”

You hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and stopping when you were stood right in front of him. He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you forward even closer. He tried to keep his face neutral when he looked up at you, but the worry he felt was obvious.

“what's going on?”

You tried to laugh it off shaking your head.

“Nothing. I told you everything is fine.”

“I don't believe you. Something's wrong, I can tell. I hadn't noticed it before, but Letty did and now so do I. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something? You can tell me, I won't be mad.”

He didn't miss the frown that came to your face at his words. You shook your head quickly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“It's not you, Ezekiel. You haven't done anything wrong. I just, haven't been feeling great lately.”

Narrowing his eyes in concern, he looked up at you.

“You think you’re getting sick?”

You gave a soft chuckle and shook your head.

“No, not like that. I mean like, “

You stopped, not wanting to throw this on him when you knew he had already been having a rough week. You wanted to be honest though, and you knew that he wasn’t going leave it until you told him what was up. He cared deeply for you and you knew you could trust him.

“I haven't been feeling good about myself lately. I feel like nothing I put on looks good, I can only see flaws. I know that there are positives, I know, but it just seems like they fade into the back because everything that I don’t like is so obvious. I just don’t even like being in my own body, and it sucks.”

Your voice cracked at the end and EZ stood quickly, taking you into his arms. Your reaction to him seeing you in the towel made sense now and he wondered how he could’ve missed it. He may not have ben able to relate much in terms of being insecure physically, but he knew what it felt like to sometimes not like who you were. To wish that you could be someone else. That being anyone else would be better than who you were. Knowing you though, knowing how many things about you were wonderful and beautiful, how bright you were, he couldn’t allow you to think that he agreed. He knew those were your feelings, and he would never try and make you feel that you were wrong when you were already down. All he could do was show you how beautiful and worthwhile he thought you were, and hope that it rubbed off. That you would feel as beautiful as he thought you were.

He pulled away slightly and looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, chuckling when he felt you crinkle it. He left kisses to your cheeks, to your forehead, to your jaw and last your lips. By the time he made it to your lips, he had already worked a real smile out of you, and he was thankful to see it.

“You’re beautiful, babe. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for. You may not think so, but I do and so does everyone else.”

He gave a soft smile as he looked at you, waiting until you nodded. Hand reaching forward, he slipped his fingers into the knot where your towel was tied and tugged. It didn’t take much for the towel to unravel then and he was quickly turning with you and walking you back until you were climbing into the bed. He stripped himself down and followed behind you, climbing in and reaching down between your legs. He rubbed you softly, no aggression or hurry in his ministrations.

He just worked at your pace, working you up and getting you ready. Between his hand, his lips kissing along your neck and the words of love he would speak every so many seconds, it didn’t take long for you to grow wet, hips bucking and needing him. He didn’t make you wait, removing his hand from your clit and bringing it to your hip to he could turn you on your side and angle you how he wanted you.

With you laying sideways, he pressed his chest against your back and lifted your leg, giving himself room to slide into you. He loved slowly, his lips pushing in inch by inch. He looked at you, watched your reaction, watched how your eyes closed and your breathing increased. Once he was fully seated within you, he waited, simply kissing along your shoulder and giving you time to adjust. He didn’t move until you asked him to and he happily obliged, his hand gripping your jaw softly to turn your head to the side, eyes locking.

“I’m going to show you just how fucking amazing you are.”

[7-wonders]

Shatter pt. 6

Summary: After your interview, you find that you can’t stop thinking about Langdon. Imagine your surprise when he can’t stop thinking about you either, turning up unexpectedly in your bedroom. 

Word Count: 3346

A/N: A long one this week! TW for mentions of death and guns. Feedback is always appreciated, let me know what you think, and my inbox is always open if you wanna chat!

Read Part One HERE | Read Part Two HERE | Read Part Three HERE | Read Part Four HERE | Read Part Five HERE

If it weren’t for Ms. Venable’s stupid curfew rule, you would run immediately to find Gallant so he could help you dissect what just happened. Instead, you’re escorted back to your room by a Gray, who locks the door behind you so you can’t get out. The doors didn’t originally lock from the outside, but after every single resident had gotten caught sneaking out within the first month, Ms. Venable had quickly made sure that sneaking out wouldn’t be a problem anymore. As you start getting ready for bed, you can’t stop thinking about your interview with Langdon.

You know that you should be scared of him; that’s the aura that he puts out to all of the residents of the Outpost, after all. You, however, can’t help but to be intrigued by him. Where the ice cold hue of his eyes sends shivers down other people’s spines, you feel comfort when he looks at you. While his speech about leaving you to die if you lied would undoubtedly intimidate everyone else, something in you took it as a joke. If you had a sneaking suspicion that you used to know him before you lost your memory, the interview basically confirmed that he absolutely knows you. Really, it’s not at all shocking when you fall asleep an hour later and immediately dream of the blond man. Only this time, you can actually see his face.

“Show me again!” You demand excitedly, making the man in front of you chuckle. His hands are on either side of your head, blocking you in against the rough bark of the tree you’re leaning against. The sun’s just starting to set, and the golden light makes his hair glow.

“You’re the only person I have ever met who isn’t repulsed by this.” He comments. You respond with a shrug and a cheeky smile, kissing him quickly.

“How could I be? It’s a part of you, nothing about you could scare me.” He rolls his eyes, but the blush painting his cheeks tells you he feels differently.

“Alright, but after this you show me what I want.” Your eyes widen before you realize what he really means.

“There’s not an actual Demonomicon, it’s from a movie! I was joking!” You giggle.

“Mmmhmm, I bet that’s what Cordelia told you to say.” He smirks, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. “I’ll wear you down eventually.”

He knows that you’re telling the truth, can sense it, but he still likes to tease you.

“Yeah, you’ll wear me down into making you watch Evil Dead again so you can pay attention instead of feeling me up the entire time.”

“Can you blame me? How do you expect me to sit down next to you for two whole hours and not keep my hands to myself?” He’s stalling, you know; he still worries that showing you will make you run off screaming and demand to never see him again.

You smile widely at him, letting him know that you’re still waiting. Sighing deeply, he nods before looking down at the ground and closing his eyes.

“Don’t get scared.” You caress his cheek, smiling slightly when he leans against your hand.

“I could never be scared of you.” You reassure him. After a long moment, he looks up and you laugh in excitement.

His face, normally sunkissed, is pure white and marred with cracks. Although he has a chiseled jaw and cheekbones, they’re almost gaunt in this form. He stares at you, once-blue eyes now pitch black. Even with the lack of color in them, you can still see how he looks at you adoringly.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper in awe, kissing him deeply. The demon growls from deep inside his chest, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against him.

Sitting up in bed, your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath. You run a hand through your hair, trying to dissect what you just woke up from. First things first, that was definitely Langdon in your dream. In the two years that you’ve been dreaming about the blond man, you’ve never once seen his face. Was it just a coincidence that tonight was the first time you actually got to see his facial features, or was something in your subconscious triggered at the arrival of this man? If that was a memory, what the fuck was up with Langdon’s face? How was he able to make himself look like that?

After reaching over to light the candle that sits on your nightstand, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a scream. Langdon sits in the chair that normally faces your small bookshelf, staring at you intensely. He’s still dressed in the same clothes he wore earlier, legs crossed like he’s casually enjoying a cup of coffee. He smirks at your fear, nostrils flaring like he can smell how scared you are.

“What the-how are you even in here? Venable locks all of our doors.” It’s probably not the best question to start with, but you’re still half-asleep and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

Langdon stands, gracefully crossing the room and settling on the edge of the bed. You lean further back against the headboard, pulling the blankets close to your chest. It’s silent, and you’re not sure what Langdon’s waiting for.

“I have my ways, (Y/N).”

“She gave you a key?” Again, not the best question to ask. The patronizing half-smile that he gives you lets you know that he most likely doesn’t have a key, which is a little alarming.

“Tell me about your dream.” He knows your dream, you’re sure, and you yawn in annoyance.

“You know what that dream was about.” You narrow your eyes at him, and he chuckles.

“Indulge me.”

“Fine.” You sigh, rolling your eyes and settling back against the pillows. “That was you.”

He nods, confirming what you already knew.

“We were...up against a tree. I asked you to show me something, and you looked down. When you looked up again, your face was white and had cracks in it, almost like it was marble. Your eyes were completely black, too.”

“Were you scared?” His melodic voice floats towards you.

“No.” There’s no hesitation, and that mildly shocks you. “I wasn’t scared.”

A real smile spreads across his face, teeth glinting from the low light of the candle. It looks just like the smile in your dream, yet somehow even more beautiful and radiant.

“I knew you wouldn’t be.”

“Langdon?” He hums, letting you know you’re permitted to ask your question. “Have you been the one giving me those dreams?”

“Just the one you had tonight. I’m not responsible for your other dreams, though. That is all you.”

“Why give me this one, then?”

“I needed to make sure that you weren’t lying to me.” He places his hand on top of yours, but you don’t pull away. It feels comforting, in a way.

“Lying to you about what?”

“Lying about not remembering me. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised; Cordelia was always one for taking extreme measures against me.” You gasp, eyes lighting up.

“You do know who I am!” He nods, and you laugh triumphantly. “So? Who was I? Help me remember!”

“You are somebody very special to me, (Y/N).” He stands from the bed, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“That’s it?”

“For now, yes.” You frown, grabbing his arm.

“You don’t just get to come in here, plant dreams in my head, tell me that you know who I was before I lost my memory, and then decide to leave! I want answers; I deserve answers!” Hot tears of anger prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t really care about looking weak right now. Who is he to withhold this information from you?

“I know that you do, and you will get your answers. I just need you to wait for another day or two. Can you do that for me?” You don’t want to, but you find yourself reluctantly nodding. “Good, thank you.”

“You promise that you’ll tell me after that?”

“You have my word.” He gently pries your fingers off of his arm, moving to gently grab your face in his hands. “I don’t want you to be mad at me for what I’m about to do.”

“What are you about to do?” You ask, being drawn in by the various shades of blue that make up Langdon’s eyes. It’s almost hypnotizing, and soon you find that you can’t look away from him.

“When I leave, you’re going to fall right back asleep. You’ll wake up tomorrow and you won’t remember that this encounter happened, just that you had a very odd dream that you can’t recall. Can you repeat that back for me, angel?”

“I’ll fall asleep when you leave, and tomorrow I won’t remember that this happened, just that I had a very odd dream that I can’t recall.” Your voice sounds detached from your body, like it’s not you that’s actually speaking the words coming out of your mouth. Nevertheless, the words sink into your subconscious, filing themselves away next to the powder that Cordelia used on you years ago.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He disappears in a split-second, and your body goes limp and falls back against the mattress like he requested.

The entire day, you can barely stay invested in the conversations that are happening around you. It takes Coco shoving you against a wall for you to have any sort of reaction, and even then it’s just mild annoyance instead of the angry yell you would usually have reserved for her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Gallant asks at dinner, looking far-more disheveled than you’ve seen him in a long time.

“Just a really weird dream that I can’t quite remember, it all feels hazy. What the hell is wrong with you?” You fire back.

Gallant proceeds to tell you the events of last night, which you discover was far more fucked up than yours. Even though your interview lasted past curfew, Gallant still got called in for his. Afterwards, a man in a rubber suit that Gallant swears was Langdon showed up at his room and gave him “the best dicking down” of his life. An odd bolt of jealousy hits you when he recounts how the Cooperative official fucked him, but it’s quickly swept away when he tells you that his Nana snitched on him to Venable, who proceeded to whip him until he was bleeding.

“Oh my God, Gal! I’m so sorry.” You coo, running a hand through his hair to comfort him. “How long did she whip you for?”

“Like fifteen minutes but, get this. Langdon showed up and told her to leave.”

“And she listened to him?” Gallant snorts.

“She kind of has to, y’know? I think he’s pretty high up on the Cooperative’s ladder. Anyways, it didn’t go at all like I had expected it would.”

“He didn’t…?” You trail off, cheeks flushing red at the mere thought of the sinful things that the two could have done.

“No! And I was all chained up and everything, which you know I love. Instead, he insults me, tells me that he wasn’t the one who fucked me and that he wouldn’t fuck me even if I were the last man on Earth.”

“You almost are.” You point out with a smirk.

“Shut up, he said that shit too and it wasn’t funny then, either.” You giggle, taking his hand in yours.

“Are you gonna talk to Evie?” Gallant sighs, shrugging.

“I know that I should, but I just...she’s always been like this. I’m the family disappointment. I was never the perfect gay for her, did too many drugs, my first salons failed. I’m sure she’s wanted me dead for a while, now was just the perfect chance for her.” You pout at hearing this, scooting your chair closer to his.

“Gal, no! She’s your grandma, she still loves you! Besides, you got her the…” You trail off when you hear a commotion outside of the dining room, both you and Gallant craning your necks in an attempt to see what’s going on.

Andre comes crashing into the room, eyes wide and a sick grin on his face. He whispers something to Dinah, his mother, before pulling her up and starting to tug her along with him.

“Andre! What’s going on?”

“Timothy and Emily finally said ‘fuck it’ and decided to fuck. Venable caught them and now she’s gonna kill them!” They run out of the room together, leaving you with your eyes wide and your mouth hanging open.

Besides Gallant, Timothy and Emily are your closest friends here. You’ve seen them struggle with restraining themselves, holding back to a single kiss a week so as not to break Ms. Venable’s rules. In all honesty, you’re a little shocked they didn’t have sex sooner. There’s no time to be impressed with how long they held out, as some sort of reflex kicks on inside you and you decide that you have to go and save them. Sliding your chair back, you shoot Gallant an apologetic look as you stand.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back. I need to stop this, though.” He nods, seeing the worry on your face.

“Go, I’ll be fine. Besides, I can go and talk to my Nana while you’re saving the day.” With that, you’re out the door like a bullet. You pick your dress up in your hands, thankful that you wore flats today as you sprint down the hallway towards the commotion.

A few of your fellow residents are posted around the corner from where Timothy and Emily are both yelling, a mixture of Purples and Grays all ready for this sick entertainment. You shove past them, heart beating out of your chest when you can finally see through the open door. Both of them are stripped down to their undergarments, forced to their knees while Venable sneers above them. They’re crying, pleading with her to not kill them, that they know she’s been making up rules and that she was killing them for no reason. It doesn’t really surprise you that the evil woman made her own rules, but you push that thought to the side.

“Stop! Don’t kill them, please!” You run into the sterile white room that already reeks of death, stomach clenching when you realize that this is where they killed Stu. Venable looks at you, glowering.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), please leave. This doesn’t concern you.” She grits out.

“You can’t kill them!” She laughs harshly, and you freeze when Ms. Mead points the gun at you.

“And why should I allow you to tell me what to do in my Outpost? Timothy and Emily broke the rules, both knowing fully well what the punishment is.”

“Kill me instead.” You say suddenly, and Emily lets out a cry behind you.

“Very chivalrous of you.” She mocks.

“I’m being serious. They were both selected because of their genetic material, they’re meant to help create the New World. I’m nobody, I just got lucky enough to have my name on some list.” Ms. Venable’s dark lips purse as she ponders the case you’ve just made. She raises her eyebrows, a silent challenge that you return with a defiant stare.

“Very well then. Up, you two.” She barks at your friends. They scramble to their feet when Ms. Mead points the gun at them again, gesturing for them to listen to Venable.

The woman uses her cane to shove you harshly in the back, forcing you to your knees in front of her. Timothy has his arms wrapped around an inconsolable Emily, and you force a soft smile towards him and nod. You turn back to look at Venable, smirking at the situation. She thinks she’s won when, in reality, you have. You don’t fear death; the thought of living life as a stranger, something you’ve done for years, is far more terrifying than the end. Besides, a bullet in your skull also means you escape these Draconian rules you’ve had to live under since the end of the world. For you, death is a solace that you so desperately seek.

“Ms. Mead.” She commands, and you stare right down the barrel of the gun.

Before she even gets a chance to cock the weapon back, Timothy lunges for it with a scream. It falls to the floor, and he snatches it up quickly, pointing it at Venable and shooting. Unfortunately, Ms. Mead jumps in front of her, using her own body as a shield. The bullet strikes her in the abdomen, and she cups her hand around the wound before stumbling out of the room and down the hallway. Venable’s too shocked to actually do anything, so the Hand pistol-whips Timothy with their own gun.

“Stop this right now!” A deep voice commands, and your eyes widen when Langdon storms into the room. “Release them, Ms. Venable.”

“These two broke the rules. Luckily for them, (Y/N) so kindly volunteered her life instead. You can take the two, but (Y/N) will still be punished for the events that have occured today.” Langdon smiles patronizingly, tilting his head to the side.

“None of the three will be dying today, Ms. Venable.”

“You do not tell me what to do. I run this Outpost, Mr. Langdon.” They both stare at each other, a silent power grab taking place as Langdon gets impossibly close to Venable.

“And I outrank you. Therefore, this is my Outpost.” He turns to look at the three of you huddled together, eyes focusing right on you. “Come, you three.”

You and Emily both help a dazed Timothy up, stumbling out of the room before Langdon can change his mind. Immediately after you’re out of Venable’s sight, Emily envelops you in a crushing hug.

“That was so stupid, why would you do that?” She cries out, burying her head in your shoulder before pulling you back to look at you. “Never mind, I’m just glad we’re all okay. Thank you.”

“Emily.” Michael speaks lowly, and you both turn to look at him. “Take Timothy to the library, I believe there’s first aid supplies and a few knowledgeable Grays there.”

She nods, slinging one of Timothy’s arms around her shoulders and helping him through the hallway and down the stairs. You watch until long after they’re both gone.

“She’s right, you know.” Michael’s cool voice sounds, and you turn around to face him.

“About?”

“That what you did was extremely stupid.” You roll your eyes, scowling in his direction.

“Why do you care who lives and who dies, Langdon? Some of us are gonna die anyways, why not make it easier on yourself and let Venable take us out one by one?” His ever-present smirk falls off of his face, and his eyes grow cold.

“Because, (Y/N), I am the only one who decides what happens to the occupants of this Outpost. Not Venable, not Ms. Mead, not even the petty bickering of your fellow Purples as they talk about what it would be like to slit someone’s throat. I decide what happens to you, and I am not going to let you sacrifice yourself because you have a fucking hero complex.” He stares you down, backing you against the wall until he pins you there with the weight of his body.

“And what’s going to happen to me, Langdon?” Your faces are mere centimeters away from each other, and you can feel his hot breath against your cheeks as his eyes wrack over your face.

“The second part of your interview shall commence in an hour. You will be at my office, and you will be punctual.” With that, he pushes away from you and walks down the hallway, leaving your head spinning as you lean back against the wall.

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[coco-because-its-loco]

Get ready for a long post. Sorry about the scrolling. I just feel the need to analyze this scene. I’ve said it before but it is one of my FAVORITE Coco scenes and is what inspired me to pursue animating.

I found an awesome site that has LOADS of screenshots of Coco in very nice quality. Which I got from another amazing Coco blogger @twilit-violet-one so special thanks for that!

Alright onto the scene dissection!

Imelda, “I want nothing to do with you! Not in life, not in death.”

Interesting about this one. You’d think she’d be angry but this face looks more hurt and sad then frustrated or angry. I like to think it’s because deep down she hates that she is saying this. Obviously she wants to say it and she means it. But we all know Hector is the love of her life. I think it pains her to think that Hector abandoned her. She loved him with all her heart and wanted him to stay and never leave. But when he did leave and never came back, it broke her heart, not out of anger necessarily but because it hurts her to think someone she loved so deeply could cause her that much pain.

I will be putting some bonus Hector screenshots in here too cuz OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS LOOK AT HOW SAD HE IS!!!! He is so dadgum sorry for what happened! He hates seeing her in so much pain ugh guys this is one of the frames that really gets me. If I stare too long I might just cry. But we can’t move on yet. You might be wondering Why doesn’t Imelda notice how sorry he is?! She says in this scene “How many times must I turn you away?” Which would imply that he had tried making contact with her since she died. She’s turned him away many times and I’m sure he was just as sorrowful looking before. She probably assumes that he is “cowaring” because of her yelling and not because he is actually sorry. We all know Imelda can be quite intimidating. She’s probably used to giving people these reactions 🤣 Ok sorry yes moving on.

Miguel, “He was trying to get me home. I didn’t wanna listen. But he was right. Nothing is more important than family.”

This is her face RIGHT after Miguel says “Nothing is more important than family.” The entire rest of his line before hand she still looks furious. I mean think about it. Miguel said “He was right” Imelda probably thought that Miguel was about to go on a long explanation as to why music is the most important thing. As soon as he says “Nothing is more important than family” she is SHOCKED. Like that is the last thing she expected Miguel to learn from Hector, the man she believed has put music before everything for nearly a century. She’s just properly confused. It doesn’t make any sense to her.

Miguel, “He’s part of our family.”

Imelda, “He left this family!”

At this point she still has no reason to believe that he would ever put family first. As she said, he left his family. Hence the anger rising again.

Miguel, “He tried to go home to you and Coco. But de la Cruz murdered him.”

She actually listens here! You can see in her face she’s truly listening and never suspected what had actually happened. She’s shocked and sad... again. Why is this shocking? If she has turned Hector away so many times in the past few decades, why hasn’t Hector told her that he died trying to come home? Even though Hector didn’t know he was murdered by Ernesto, he still thought he died by a bad chorizo. The thing is... Imelda is quite a force to be reckoned with. I highly doubt any interaction between the two of them in the land of the dead prior to this movie consisted of much conversationing. It probably mainly involved her yelling and throwing shoes at him. I don’t think she ever gave Hector the chance to explain himself. But NOW Imelda is hearing it from her great great grandson who just claimed Hector is putting family first. I think she’s a bit more curious and definitely more open to listening to Miguel rather than Hector himself.

No pictures for this next part but I still wanted to comment on the dialogue here.

Imelda, “And so what if it’s true?! You leave me alone with a child to raise and I’m just supposed to forgive you?”

This I think is one of the main lines people think she is being too harsh. But let’s just step in her Rivera shoes for a second here. She literally JUST found out that he was murdered... she doesn’t know when, how? or anything else. For all she knows he could’ve been gone on the road for 5 years before wanting to come home. Now of course we all know that wasn’t the case but my point is, this is all new information for her and for the past 100 years she has been angry that he left them for music. Just because he was murdered doesn’t change the fact that he still left and she still raised Coco on her own. Also I imagine it’s difficult to let go of a century of anger after hearing 1 sentence. I mean I’ve never been angry at someone for 100 years straight but I’d imagine it’s hard to get over.

Imelda, “You leave me alone with a child to raise and I’m just supposed to forgive you?”

Hector, “Imelda, I-“

(Imelda gasps)

That first pic man. That hurts. I feel that. Her empathy! Sadness! Surprise! Regret! How many emotions is this woman feeling in this ONE SHOT! I got to really break it down now.

Sadness- She is genuinely sad to see him this way. It looks like she’d cry to see him in that much pain. Her sadness proves that she DOES care for him. If she truly wanted him forgotten, seeing him fade wouldn’t be this emotional.

Surprise- It’s as if she has never even thought about him facing the final death. I mean surely she must’ve known ripping his photo, banning music, and never talking about him would lead to him being forgotten? The mind is a curious thing. While she wanted to forget him and wanted her family to forget him, she never truly wanted to harm the person she loved! She wanted to forget the hurtful actions, not her love. But the only way to forget the pain was to snuff him out too. I think she’s surprised because she never wanted to face the truth that by banning his stories, she was killing the love of her life.

Regret- This goes with the surprise in a way. She didn’t want to ever imagine Hector facing the final death. She is now regretting all of her own actions that is leading him to be forgotten.

Also Hector again DADGUM GOODNESS YOUR EYES ARE TEARING THROUGH MY SOUL! HE LOOKS SO BROKEN!

Right, sorry, moving on.

Imelda, “I wanted to forget you. I wanted Coco to forget you too.”

I’d like to point out her shoulder blades here. First of all it’s pretty cool cuz usually you wouldn’t be able to notice them on a living person but since you can see through her ribs it’s easy to spot... that sentence though 🤣

The first pic where she’s “slouching” (lower shoulder blades) you can tell she’s “defeated” and feels awful about what happened and how she handled everything. I can’t even put it to words, you can see she is almost like shameful! And then the second pic she tightens her shoulders when she admits that she wanted to forget him! Like it’s painful for her to admit it and she doesn’t want to show it.

Hector, “This is my fault. Not yours. I’m sorry, Imelda.”

Wow k. So many things where do I start.

Picture one. I’d like to note here that Hector cut her off. She was going to keep talking after “I wanted Coco to forget you too.” but he interjected. She actually stopped talking and let HIM speak. This entire time has been Imelda and Miguel going back and forth and she finally let him speak! You know how huge that is? Like I said earlier, I doubt she has ever let him explain himself since he could have very well said “I tried coming home but I died because of food poisoning!” If she hasn’t let him say that, I doubt she has let him speak to her at all. He just interjected her and she is allowing him to talk. That first pic just screams regret and shame to me. She isn’t even looking him in the eye and it’s as if she’s pondering all that had truly happened and trying to process. Right there she can feel the blame and the fault of the situation. Why do you think Hector just said “This is my fault.” He can see she is blaming herself and taking the guilt. He said that to relieve HER pain.

Now a lot of people don’t like that Hector blames himself. and I get it. It’s not his fault that his best friend murdered him. But he was the one who left. He still walked out the door for music. And there was no way for Imelda to know that he died. What was she supposed to think? And even if after she died she found out that he died trying to return, there’d be no way to communicate with the land of the living. Imelda can’t just contact her living family like, ‘Hey Elena! It was all a big misunderstanding! You can play music and tell Hector’s stories now!” Imelda couldn’t physically have prevented Hector being forgotten. But it also isn’t Hector’s fault either. Yes, he left, but he tried fixing his mistake. We all know Ernesto is to blame here, you know he is the murderer and everything but it’s obvious Hector feels guilty for leaving in the first place and he doesn’t want Imelda taking the blame for any of it. {Which is so dadgum cute oh my goodness}

Picture two. This may very well be the first time Hector said he was sorry. Whether it was his fault or not, whether he thinks it’s his fault or not, he is sorry that Imelda was left alone. Judging by her surprised expression, I don’t think Hector has ever apologized to her before. She had always believed it was his fault but now she’s unsure. She’s blaming herself and still processing. This is a lot to take in. And still, his fault or not, she truly hears his apology. I don’t even know how to explain it but it’s almost like she is feeling the words.

And the third pic. She is sorry too. And still surprised and completely touched that he is apologizing. I mean the way he apologized too! You can see in HIS face and hear through HIS words how sorry he is and I think that Imelda feels bad for how sorry he feels. Otherwise I don’t think she’d look so sad.

Imelda, “I can’t forgive you.”

LOOK AT HOW FREAKING SAD SHE IS!!! It's as if she wants to forgive him but she can't and again, I can't stress enough, OVER NINETY YEARS she believed he intentionally abandoned her and their daughter. Anger that long doesn't just go away after a single minute and I think she feels sad about that. Real quick though, can you honestly imagine her jumping back into his arms right this second? We all know she does end up literally jumping into his arms after La Llorona but right now in this scene can you really picture her just being like "Oooooooh ok l get it now. Nah, it's cool, I forgive you. Clean slate! You can just forget that I was angry for almost a century. We're good."

I've already made an ENTIRE post just about her "But I will help you." Line but I am out of open slots for pictures and have probably effectively wrote your eyes out. But I hope you enjoyed it, if not at least found something interesting.

I would like to say one more thing! The amount of time and heart that was poured into this scene to give these characters such incredible emotion just stuns me. Truly, the people who worked on this scene need an oscar themselves and if I ever got the chance to meet them I would be incredibly awe struck because this scene took some serious skill. Thank you for being an inspiration!

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 41

He was professional enough to tease and play with the crowd, but also naïve enough to try and look for her in that same mass of people in front of him, he couldn't find her, he kept looking to the side of the stage, no, nothing..the only thing waiting there for him as he got off stage was depression, she was gone, she had meant it, she couldn't be far, this was her country, the place she was born in. Maybe he should contact her parents? Or maybe she'd already killed them..oh god, what a disaster, all day he had felt like he was missing a limb, a vital part of his body, being without her was unbearable. There was a knock on the door, or was it just her imagination? Go away, whoever you are, just leave me alone, I'm not interested..she closed her eyes again and somewhere in the distance it sounded like a door was opening. “Coco..” she heard a gasp and running footsteps. She felt icecold and barely alive, he felt her pulse, slow and a little erratic “Coco? Hey? Harper?” he pushed her hair out of her face and tapped her cheek, thank god, she blinked a couple of times. Harper looked up and saw the face of a man doom up in the darkness above her, “S..Sean?” she stammered with a gasp, “how..what..are you doing here?”, he knelt down and pulled her upper body on his knee “I've still got your key, remember? I heard a noise in your apartment and came to check it out”. She kept shivering but when he wanted to put his arms under her to pick her up, she protested “go away..just go away..I don't need you”, but despite her protest she felt herself being lifted and carried over to her couch. “Stay put, I'll get you something to drink” he ignored what she said as he put her down and walked over to the fridge, ok water was all that was left, it would have to do. “Here..just sit up” he held the glass to her lips and let her take a few sips, “now..wanna tell me what happened? Where's Jared?” he put the glass down and let her sink back into the cushion. Harper's eyes burned dangerously “still in Europe, what do you care?” she closed her eyes in pain, “Harper..I care, alright? I care about you” he put his hand on her forehead, she was feverish. “Oh of course you do, you care so much, you tried to kill me! You were gonna destroy all my paintings, yeah you care alright” she huffed and swatted his hand away, “I did not try to kill you, it was a stupid accident! And did I destroy any of your stuff? That was just talk, I was angry” he rattled as he pointed at all her paintings that were all still intact. “Oh I get it, I should be grateful that you didn't trash it then? Just get the fuck out of my apartment” she growled, “no” was all he said, refusing to move, “Sean, I'm jetlagged, I'm miserable, and I refuse to let you stay and gloat, you can go and do that at your own place, so just leave and save me the wrath of your lovely girlfriend, look at it from the positive side, maybe you can call Leto and both of you can get your job back”.Sean sat down and his voice dropped “Shayla..and I..we're not together anymore”, why was he sitting down? Just go away, loser! “and what? I've got to feel sorry for you now? D'you know what? You go feel sorry for yourself in your own place and I'll feel sorry for myself right here on my own! How 'bout that? JUST LEAVE, Sean!”

Not in the crowd, not backstage, not in this stupid fuckin' hotel, not with her parents, not out somewhere walking the empty, nightly streets, what time was it? One second closer to utter despair, that's what time it was. GODDAMMIT! He jumped as his phone started ringing, huh? Anonymous call? If this is a marketing call, I swear I'll rip someone's head off. “Hello” he barked, “Jared?..it's Sean..”, fuck, what did that asshole want? “I'm sorry Sean, now is not the time, it's early here” he brushed him off, “no..wait..I'm calling 'cause..well, it's Harper”. Hearing her name stopped his heart “where is she? Is she ok?” he breathed, please don't let her be with that fucker, please no, nonono, didn't matter where that asshole was in Europe, he would be there in a heartbeat to come and snatch her away from him. “New York, home, and she's far from ok” Sean sighed in his ear, WHAT? NEW YORK!? God no! “Are you with her now? Let me talk to her!” cold sweat ran down his back, it was over, really over, if she felt like they had a chance she would not have gone back to the States. “I just left her apartment, she basically kicked me out, she doesn't want to talk or see anyone, I found her curled up on a cold floor, she lashes out at everything and everyone she sees..”, just thinking about Sean reaching out to his lover, which she still was and always would be, was nauseating. “You listen to me, Sean, if you lay one finger on her I swear I will hunt you down, you hear me?!” his voice deep and thunderous, “Jared, come on man, I know I did some stupid things, but I would never hurt her, alright? I know what you both think, but none of that is true..I love her”. Those last three words made his breath hitch in his throat, “I did not just hear that” he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, this was getting way too much, “as a friend, Jared..I love Harper as my best friend..I think it's fair to say we both have her best interest at heart” Sean lied, of course he was still in love with her, he had always been and that would never change, but if he put up a front now and looked after Jared's number one, then he might just give him his job back. Getting his job back, meant getting back on the road, meant being around Harper again..win-win, right? And so what if it took time to get close to her again? He had time, he had lots of time and in the meantime he would be his own serial dating self again, simple really, throw up a smoke screen and wait on your prey, perfect plan. “I'll go back over in ten minutes, when she's calmed down a bit” he had to trust Sean, he was his only option to get hold of her, “ok, just call me when you do, and let her talk to me, alright?”, Sean tried to sound all serious and understanding, but deep inside he didn't give a flying fuck about Jared's feelings, that fuckin' dickhead deserved every single bit of misery he was in. “Count on it, you try and calm down a little as well, alright? I'll take care of everything here” he softly said with a big grin on his face, I know how to handle her, which button to push, just one step to the destruction of this stupid alliance between you and her at a time.

”What the hell are you doing?” Shannon watched his brother push his stuff in one of his duffel bags “you're leaving? You can't leave..”. Jared just shrugged and dove into the bathroom to get some of his toiletries without even looking at his brother “Yes I can and I am, we've got a gap of two days, I've got a flight to NY in an hour, I'll be back in time, don't worry”. Shannon knew that no matter what he said, he wouldn't be able to change his brother's mind “you always put your job first, you would never let anyone come between that, what changed?” he sighed and leaned against the doorframe. Jared stopped with what he was doing and turned his head, locking eyes with him “Harper happened, that's what changed, she's more important to me than..anything! I don't care about the fame or the money..I'd give it all it up in an instant..I just need her”. Shannon quickly looked at his feet, so Jared wouldn't see the dramatic eyeroll “fine, you do whatever you please, but if you're not back in time, I'm never talking to you again! I never thought you would let some girl sabotage our dream” he shuffled towards the door “she's not sabotaging..” but his words got caught in the slamming door “..anything”. Thousands miles across the ocean, there was another knock on the door before she heard her name “Harper?” come right in, why don't you? “I told you to stay away, Sean” she slowly blinked another tear away, stop showing that fucker how you feel. “No can do, sorry!” he casually walked in with a few pizzaboxes and plopped them on the table, before he dangled a six pack of beer in front of her, “pizza and beer will always mend a broken heart”. She eyed him until he sat down, who the hell gave him permission to even be here? “No, it won't! Take all that stuff and get the hell out and stay out” she growled at him, she no longer had  the strength to be polite. He completely ignored her, opened the first pizzabox and pulled open a can of beer “if you get hungry or you want to talk or both..I'm right here” he slurped up the string of cheese as he took a bite from a pizzaslice “this pizza is absolutely delish, funghi, your favorite”. No reaction..ah well he had time, he had all the time in the world, what better way to spend your evening, pizza, beer, a comfy seat, and all the time in the world to admire her, she was the most gorgeous, sad little sulker, she was almost as yummy as this pizza.

Check-ins, boarding passes, flight attendants, thousands cups of tea, water, safety instructions, clouds, miles and miles that disappeared under him, the older he got the more he dreaded traveling but whenever Coco was concerned, he would fly around the world twice and go through all this shit all over again, if it meant that he could be with her then he would do it all. The 'fasten seatbealt' light above his head went out with the typical 'ping', finally, he unclasped the belt and reached for his phone in his jacket, opened a new mail and his fingers started whizzing over the screen.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: 'Love letters of great men and women'

Remember that book you were reading when we first met? I was just thinking that you and I were in the middle of writing a beautiful love letter ourselves as well, and we both know we're not finished with it. I don't ever wanna finish it, I want to keep writing the letter with you every day, this is a phase, a rough patch, nothing permanent, I made a mistake and I'm willing to rectify it, as long as you let me. I love you, and I always will, like the song goes: I knew I loved you before I met you, and that's not some stupid cliché, it's the truth.

Take a deep breath, try to see things in perspective, accept my apologies and call me, for crying out loud, just call me, I NEED YOU!

Yours for eternity

Jay

He hesitated for a second, no he wasn't gonna tell her that he was on his way, he didn't want to run the risk of her not even bothering to open the door or slamming it in his face..no, not an option, so he quickly hit 'send'.

Harper kept eyeing Sean as he stuffed a second slice of pizza in his mouth, so he wasn't leaving, not even after a couple of threats..and she was so hungry..slowly she tried to sit up and reached for the box before curling up into fetal position again, taking a slow bite, tears didn't stop rolling, they wouldn't stop anytime soon she knew that, she just needed just a little bit of energy...for the biggest blow that was still to come, she dreaded tomorrow morning when she would wake up and realize that it hadn't been a dream, that the nightmare was real.

[dream-girls-evil]

Episode 10 Reaction

LOL WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. This reaction is going to be significantly less polished because I have a lot of complaints, a lot of wine, and zero fucks.

Pre-Apocalypse

I’m SO glad Myrtle and Venable meet. I need about two more hours just of them interacting. They’re GREAT. 

Oh wow, Myrtle’s packing some serious witchy power!

“My hair is a mystery, never to be fully understood.” I love it.

Okay, so the coconut heads are legit in another outpost. I’m so mad we didn’t get to see Venable or Myrtle kill them.

Venable 200% deserved the opportunity

I actually feel kind of bad that she’s back to working for this shitheads since the apocalypse was prevented.

Back to Misty’s swamp, yet still no Misty. I am confused and upset.

Aaaaand now we know how Mallory and Coco end up in Outpost Three

called it!!! Y’all thought Cordelia blowing that powder was to kill someone--I’ve been telling you it was just for the identity spell.

“Not to make it all about me.”

The “new personalities” thing was a nice way to excuse Coco’s behavior. It’s a little irritating, but I get the point. Her job is literally to crush Mallory’s soul.

it’s so funny that they just blatantly said she’s modeled after Madison

at least they’ll be together if the world ends--things getting more than a little gay.

Myrtle and Cordelia get a little callous talking about Coco’s family.

I know it’s necessary and that if things work none of it will happen, but still. Cordelia is all over Mallory trying to comfort her, but she basically tells Coco to suck it up.

Mr. Gallant and Brock are back and I loved Madison being an Uber driver.

Okay, Cordelia sitting on Misty’s couch, staring out the window, is the most beautiful scene. I’d like us all to imagine that she’s just watching Misty work in the garden.

Madison and Myrtle team up for one thing and one thing only: revenge.

Post-Apocalypse

So...they literally just buried themselves in the ground until Mallory’s powers activated. 

and then somehow magically got to the other side of the country in like a week.

At least we know why Cordelia isn’t sick anymore in 2021

suppressing Mallory’s magic must have restored her own, and that good ol’ Louisiana mud healed her side.

“You’re special, Mallory” aaaaand we’ve come full-circle to the beginning of this season’s problems

“The seventh seal,” I’m sorry, did we miss the first six? Where was the season about that??

Aaaaand Michael is, in the end, literally just another male trying to prove that he’s better than the witches

FUCK YES MARIE!!! And Delphine makes an appearance! Cordelia really is ruthless, damn. Trading Dinah for Marie was a fucking power move.

And there goes Mrs. Mead? Singing Daisy? Just...why.

At least Madison keeps her wits and sees the opportunity to grab a gun.

Hey there’s brock! Knew he was still wandering around somewhere. 

god, I would have paid to see him interact with non-identity spell Coco

she would have been disgusted with him

Madison’s head literally just exploded. Fucking stupid. Actually, everyone’s deaths are fucking stupid.

Marie has been off screen for .2 seconds and I miss her.

Excuse me, why is Mallory calling her Cordelia instead of “miss”?

“It appears as though we’re fucked, my dear” you don’t say

“I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout” bitch then why were you whining about thinking you killed all the witches?

Aaand here we go with Cordelia. And Myrtle seriously doesn’t see what’s coming?? She’s literally been talking about this since 2018.

gotta admit though, that “my sisters are a legion, motherfucker,” was fantastic, and Cordelia’s death was as badass as her life.

I’m glad she told Myrtle she loved her though, since this ends up being the last time they see each other.

Pre-Apocalypse...Again

Mallory literally just runs him over with a fucking car. 

and apparently had time to change into something more fashionable.

what?

like, that’s so unexpected for her character. She’s freaking Snow White. 

I don’t dislike it, I just wish we’d seen this side of her beforehand so it seemed consistent.

Dare I say that Constance letting Michael’s spirit move on is actual character growth?

Point of frustration: this means Madison never freed Moira from the house

but it also means Violet and Tate never get back together and I’m happy about that

So...Mallory just joins the coven in 2015?? Because that’s not gonna create a fucking paradox or anything.

Mallory’s parents think she’s a devil worshipper--she’s legit Misty’s little sister or something

Aw, she’s so happy to see Cordelia and Cordelia has no fucking clue who she is XD 

Btw, I LOVE Cordelia’s dress!

OH GOD WHY does Cordelia’s paperwork say Cordelia Foxx

I THOUGHT WE COVERED THIS ALREADY

And Queenie’s not gonna die!

Lmao but she’s letting Madison suffeeeeeer

NAN!!! 

MISTYYYYYYYY!!!! 

okay listen so Mallory has NEVER met Misty before, which means that Cordelia must have talked about her, enough that Mallory would know that bringing her back is the most important thing she could do to make Corelia happy

not AS good as the first reunion, but still adorable

“I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on” MALLORY SHIPS IT

Misty is so cute meeting Mallory

legit thought Misty and Cordelia were gonna kiss when Misty reached for her...so sad

Mallory could literally be their daughter, wow

The only good thing about this episode: Misty has only been in hell for a year, and now she’s finally safe at home with Cordelia

they’re canon, okay?

2020: aaaaand were back to Romeo and Juliet

wait....what. Now Romeo and Juliet’s KID is the antichrist?? 

excuse me, the whole point of the antichirst is that he’s the result of the union between a ghost and a human woman. 

is this supposed to tie-up their “genetic superiority” arc? Weak.

What.

Okay, so, it could have been worse? I guess? I mean, Misty and Cordelia both made it out alive and they’re in the same place for once. No one tragically died, nothing actually awful happened.

But...they didn’t really stop anything from happening either, in the long run. There’s still a clan of angry warlocks out there; there’s a new antichrist on the rise; and Mallory is still the next Supreme--maybe?

If Mallory’s still the next Supreme, that means Cordelia STILL has only a few years to live. Which fucking sucks. But I’m thinking that maybe she’s actually not the next Supreme. Theory one goes back to that whole “witches’ powers spike in times of danger” thing. What if the ascension of the next supreme was just sped up in response to the danger of Michael? Without that threat, maybe Cordelia’s reign will have the normal timespan. Theory two is that Mallory is technically displaced out of her own timeline now, so I think it could have taken her out of the lineup for Supreme.

Speaking of which, what’s gonna happen in three years when younger Mallory shows up at the academy??? Paradoxes. Upon paradoxes. Upon paradoxes.

“Neat little bow” was right; “for the fans” was not. There was still no Goode-Day kiss or confirmation, which at this point is ridiculous because it’s blatantly obvious to everyone that they’re in love. I mean, even Mallory, who never met Misty, knew enough about her that she knew Cordelia needed her back. She must have heard Cordelia tell stories, must have watched her head out on weekends to fix up the shack, must have heard from Zoe and Queenie how Cordelia asked the antichrist himself to retrieve her even though it would make her concede the supremacy. All of this for a woman named Misty Day.

And then that scene is literally Misty and Cordelia’s last appearance of the season. Holding each other and crying and smiling. It could have been better--we definitely deserved better--but I can live with how Goode-Day played out.

The rest of the episode? No, that just straight-up sucked lol.

[drwnng-ophelia]

I’ll Come Back For You | Michael Langdon x Reader

   Chapter 5

Find the first four chapters on my masterlist! ♥️

Pairing: Michael Langdon / Female Reader

Genre/Warnings: Rated M for smut (series)

Summary: Not even your wildest imagination, your impossible dreamscapes, could have prepared you for finding your savior in the man who was none other but the spawn of Satan. Michael Langdon. [this is based on a prompt where the reader, ultimately, will go back in time to fight Mallory and to save Michael]

   Resolution/Denouement

 Scene 1 Your clicking heels and the whispering skirt of your dress were the only sounds as you wandered through the cavernous hallways. Michael had asked you to change for the imminent journey to the Sanctuary and you had followed his wish although you knew that you would never leave. Cordelia was terribly close, her proximity making your power tingle in anticipation. Everything would culminate soon. Too soon maybe.

As a pleasant surprise, you had a found a stunning black gown waiting for you on your bed. Its v-shaped neckline allowed a tasteful show of cleavage and from the waist down the skirt flared out in a subtle a-line, ending in a small train. Crafted from sheer silk georgette, it was adorned with rows and rows of pearls and crystals, their placement tactical and narrow enough to ensure that certain places of your body wouldn’t be exposed. As you had adjusted the long sleeves, you turned in front of the mirror. You looked as if you were wrapped in the night sky; you looked like a queen. His queen.

Outpost 3 was eerily quiet now that almost everyone was dead. This place had suddenly changed from being a shelter to becoming a tomb; if only for a few of its inhabitants. You tried to fight the tightness in your chest, telling yourself that you would right all of this when your moment had come. You sent a silent prayer to your mother, asking her for guidance.

Suddenly, your thoughts and the chilling calmness were disrupted by the sound of a gunshot. A voice inside your head whispered that nothing had happened to Michael and, yet, you hurried to his room, heart hammering in your chest as you finally pushed open the door.

You were still catching your breath, your anxiety only subsiding slightly, as you saw Miss Venable lying on the floor, a pool of crimson slowly creeping out from beneath her body. When your eyes slid to Michael, you saw him take a satisfied breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his delicious lips. Miss Mead had shot her mistress, her mechanical hand shaking as it was still clutching the gun, the movement and the panic in her eyes so much like a human’s. Quiet, you stood in the doorway, allowing Michael to explain himself, to activate some memory in Miss Mead’s system so that she realized her true function. To serve him, to be with him.

The robot was still coming to terms with its reality, when Michael finally shifted his focus to you, “You look stunning. Tonight, you’re a full-fledged goddess, my dear.” Usually, his compliment would trigger a blush blossoming over your cheeks, but all you could do was give him a weak smile. His brow furrowed, confused by your lack of reaction, “What is it?” But you didn’t have to tell him. He could feel them just as clearly as you could. “A powerful presence,” he noted, his voice coated with ice…and fear. “I thought everyone was dead?” Miss Mead looked between you, confused. “Not anymore.” Michael held out his hand, a silent request for you to follow him.

Power stirred within you when your fingers interlaced with his. You would face the Supreme with him, standing by his side. Ultimately, you were as different as Michael. Cordelia wasn’t your leader, could never be your leader. There was no point in pretending that you would side with her in this fight.

Faint voices traveled through the hall, telling you that Mallory, Coco, and Dinah had been brought back to life — and that their identity spell had been lifted. You could practically feel Mallory’s magic awakening as it started to settle back into every fiber of her body, stretching and yawning after having slumbered for too long. “They are weaker than me,” you muttered as you finally destroyed the adamant walls within you, giving your power free reign for the first time. It flooded you with such violent force that you had to pause for a moment. You braced yourself against the wall, the cold stone biting into your palms as you tried to steady yourself with a few deep breaths, stars dancing before your eyes.

“What did you just say?” Michael checked and slid an arm around your waist to support you. A fire burned in his eyes, revealing that he had heard your words, he just needed you to confirm them. Together you could wipe out the witches with a simple snap of your fingers. It was what he wanted from you, had maybe wanted ever since he had sensed your power for the first time. But it wasn’t your purpose. It wasn’t part of the plan.

“I need a moment.” It wasn’t a lie. You could still not see clearly as you freed yourself from his grasp and relaxed against the wall, your hand resting on the scythe that started to burn against your skin. Around you, it felt like the walls were caving in and as your hazy view wandered aimlessly, you suddenly noticed a tall shadow moving towards you. Not your mother, not a witch. Something else.

“Who are you?” you whispered, ignoring Michael’s urges which sounded muffled and far away. “You asked for guidance, child. Come with me and I will take you to the place where you are needed. What happens here is not for your eyes,” the man’s voice was warm, gentle, and oddly familiar. “But he needs me.” You searched for Michael but you were unable to find him in the cloud of darkness that suddenly surrounded you. “He needs you elsewhere,” the voice assured you and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

The scythe that had been hanging around your neck dissolved into thin air and you understood that your power had burned it instinctively. Chronos. You had called upon Chronos, the personification of time. “Let me at least tell him goodbye,” you begged, terror flooding your body. Michael would be alone again, abandoned by yet another person he had trusted. You were no better than the people who had misused him in the past. But Time ignored your plea and as he wrapped his soft wings around you, silver lined your eyes. Somewhere, far away, hidden in the darkness, you could hear Michael call out your name, the sound of his desperation reverberating through time and space.

 Scene 2 Although the Californian sun was burning down on you relentlessly, Chronos wrapped a dark cloak around your shoulders, its fabric swallowing up the surrounding light. “Keep yourself hidden at any cost, no one is to see you. Time does not react well to any confusion,” he explained calmly, “Although your power is strong enough to veil you, you should wear your brother’s cloak. It is crafted from materialized darkness so that not even the witches can sense you.”

You nodded at the old man in front of you, his white feathered wings now folded tightly behind his back, “Why are we here? Where is the house my mother showed me?” Chronos had brought you both to a somewhat busy street that was lined with stores, people scurrying around as they ran their errands, completely unaware of the deity in their midst. “You need to see her,” he just said, gesturing to a young woman who hurried down the street. She was still dressed in her uniform which gave away her identity even though her hair was now unbound and curtained her face. Mallory.

With curiosity, you watched her from under your obscuring veil of shadow, observed how she changed her clothing in a store and then stole a luxurious car from the street. Mallory took whatever she wanted and needed, not sparing a single thought to the consequences. Her carelessness was baffling and a part of you instantaneously knew that she would never offer her hand to Michael. No, she would rather cut it off. The usually gentle and kind witch was out for bloodshed, her mind purely set on revenge; not salvation. You decided to thank Chronos for having removed you from the Outpost when he had, otherwise you might have killed her then and there.

Time’s wings wrapped around you anew, moving you through the world, from one place to the other, with marvelous ease. His feathery darkness only enveloped you for a short moment before the sun’s rays beckoned you to open your eyes again. Stretching out in front of you, was the place where everything had begun and where it would all come to an end: Murder House.

The house appeared quiet, peaceful even, although you could feel the spirits stirring inside, curious about the unexpected presence of such a strong celestial being that stood at the border of their eternal prison. But instead of considering to spare any of them, Chronos turned to you, ignoring the screaming souls entirely, “This is where I leave you.” He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your forehead, “Remember why you are here and let your power guide you.”

You nodded slowly, slightly distracted by the eyes that observed you carefully from inside the red brick building, “Thank you for helping me.” Chronos inclined his head and with a forceful flap of his large wings, he disappeared into nothingness, diving into the void between the worlds. When he was gone, the spirits quieted; apparently, Erebus’ cloak not only obscured you from the witches, but also from any spirits.

Even from where you stood, their disappointment was conspicuous, the balmy afternoon air carrying it on its wind as it danced around the house. Their whispers told you enough about how desperately they wanted to leave this place. Maybe you would find a way of helping them once you had saved Michael?

A heated argument coming from next door pulled you out of your musings abruptly. Constance Langdon’s voice was shrill and the words she spat at her grandson brought about a lump in your throat. It wasn’t easy to stand witness to her spite, albeit that you had already heard her hateful speech, every syllable burned into your memory. Decidedly, you swallowed hard and blinked the tears away that burned behind your eyes. You had to be strong now. With silent steps you approached the house, tensely waiting for Michael to emerge.

Against your will, you stood by, not revealing yourself, when young Michael Langdon finally stepped out of the house, barefoot, his sun yellow t-shirt damp from the tears that were still falling down his cheeks. Your heart ached for the precious boy as he padded onto the front lawn, his wheat blonde curls shining like liquid gold in the daylight. His anxiety and pain surrounded him like a thick cloud as he looked up and down the street with wide eyes, not knowing where to go or who to turn to.

In the distance, you could hear the screeching of tires against hot blacktop road, the sound urging you to hurry after the boy. As you ran, you pulled off your brother’s cloak, the movement forceful enough to send some of the pearls and crystals that adorned your dress clattering to the ground. The souls in the house awoke anew, craning their necks so they could observe the source of the power that had just been unveiled.

The moment you caught up with Michael, you cast off your obscuring veil, your sudden appearance startling him so much that he stopped dead in his tracks. Your palms connected with his slim shoulders to push him out of the way, sending him staggering back until he landed on his bottom. Instinctively, you held up your hand, forcing the car to an abrupt stop as if it hit an invisible wall. Mallory would suffer from more than a whiplash when you were done with her. “W-what’s going on?” Michael’s voice trembled with fear, his eyes shifting between you and the young witch that climbed out of the car. “I’ll explain later,” you promised, “You’re safe now. I’m here for you. I came back for you.”

Raw power. You could feel it now, what he was made of. No wonder Mallory had chosen this moment in time. He was vulnerable and untested, unaware of the gifts that were slumbering inside of him. Carefully, you sent tendrils of your power in his direction, letting it snake around him until it had created an invisible, shielding cage that would protect him from Mallory. And protect you from him.

You turned to bare your teeth at the young witch, the new Supreme. “[Y/N], what are you doing here? How did you…?” her doe eyes wandered over your body until she was certain that you were unscathed. But then her gaze slid to Michael, who was cowering in the grass, horror written on his youthful features. “By the help of my family,” you explained coldly, claiming her attention.

At the sound of that word, Mallory finally realized that you were not here to help her, not here to end the Antichrist. She understood that you didn’t consider her or the rest of the Coven your family. Neither Cordelia nor Myrtle had helped you here. It had been someone else.

“Killing a child in cold blood,” you clicked your tongue at her and shook your head in disappointment. “He will bring about the Apocalypse,” she sounded pleading and gestured towards the young man, “He will kill us all.” “He doesn’t have to. His path isn’t set in stone. You could and should have helped him,” you clarified, disgust lacing your words, “But you chose against it, blinded by absolute anger and animosity.” “You’re insane!” she exclaimed and you felt her magic nagging at you, no more than a small fly that you could swat away with a wave of your hand.

“Your parlor tricks won’t work on me, Mallory. Not anymore. While you and Coco were concealed by the identity spell, my own power awoke.” It was too easy to wield your divine magic and to let it lace through the young woman’s gifts, binding it down with adamant chains while you circled her predatorily, “I found out why my spells didn’t work, why I was so behind on everything.”

“Why?” she spat the question at you, struggling against your mental hold, against the talons that you dragged over her magic tauntingly. “I’m not only a witch,” you took a deep, satisfied breath before you continued, something you had seen Michael do so many times at the Outpost. It was difficult to ignore the pang of missing him, but you succeeded in shoving it to the back of your head for now. “I’m a demi-goddess, daughter of Ananke, sister of the Moirai.” “You’re the daughter of Fate,” fear rang in her voice, but you had no comforting words to say to her. Not anymore. When she had chosen what she wanted to do to the young Antichrist, her own destiny had been rewritten. “Michael’s fate wasn’t settled yet, but yours is now,” you felt the ripple of comfort as your sisters answered your silent call and started to manifest behind you, carrying a gift with them, “Meet Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.”

The three goddesses were dressed in exquisite dark robes, hoods drawn so their faces were hidden. Clotho came to stand beside you, carrying a spindle in her delicate hands. “Do you know what this is, Mallory?” you asked, taking the thread that Lachesis now offered you. The goddess gave you a small reassuring nod as you wound the silken strand between your fingers. “My…life,” the witch swallowed hard as she watched you toying with it. Atropos chucked darkly, hungry to fulfill her purpose. “I see now that I measured it too generously,” Clotho said in a voice that was even softer than the thread you held in your hand.

The ground seemed to shudder when Atropos produced her shears from inside her robe, its metal glistening in the sun. “Please, you should cut his fate and not mine!” Mallory begged, sinking to her knees in defeat. “I have not woven his thread,” Clotho explained with an elegant shrug. “And even if she had I would not have measured it,” Lachesis clarified. “And I am not to cut it,” Atropos concluded, “Neither will I cut yours.” Mallory let go of a breath she had been holding, relief washing over her features.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you heard your blood rushing in your ears when Atropos handed you the shears, “My sister will do the honors.” The tool was surprisingly heavy and you weighed it in your hand for a moment, your eyes locking with Mallory’s in these last moments. “For betraying an innocent like this,” you lined up the shears, sliding the blades apart and placing the thread between them, “For refusing to help him, both then and now, you shall pay with your life.”

“He is the Antichrist, he deserves to die!” Mallory cried out. “You do not get to make that decision, feeble human,” Atropos hissed. You shook your head at the witch, “Insulting the inevitable fate, death, is never a good idea. May you rot in hell.” The shears snapped shut, the blades cutting through Mallory’s thread like a warm knife through butter. And just like that, she toppled over, her head hitting the street with a soft thud. The new Supreme was dead, giving space to someone else, someone more capable, someone who was only half a witch.

“You did well, sister,” Atropos took the shears from your trembling hand and pressed a small kiss onto your cheek, “Release these souls when your mate has grown into who he is supposed to become.” She gestured towards the house, but you were too preoccupied with her words, “Mate?” “He is your other half, my dear,” Clotho said softly and kissed you goodbye. “Only together you are a whole. The Apocalypse came about because he found you too late and became enslaved instead,” Lachesis explained and brushed her lips against your forehead, “Hold him dear and you will live a prosperous life.” With those words, your sisters disappeared and left you behind, with a dead body on the street, a house full of screaming souls behind you, and a frightened boy sitting on the grass.

“What just happened?” he demanded, his voice shaking when you came to kneel before him. Slowly, you retreated the vines that had been securing him and took his hands into his. “I’m here to bring you to safety, Michael,” you said gently, carefully wiping away the tears that were still staining his face, “Come with me. There’s someone you need to meet.”

“Who are you?” he wanted to know as he let you guide him to the car that Mallory had stolen. “I’ll introduce myself later,” you evaded and picked up Erebus’ cloak before sitting down behind the wheel. “I never meant to hurt anyone,” he sniffled as he fastened his seatbelt. You allowed yourself to take in this devastatingly beautiful boy who was now finally given the chance to become a great man. “I know that. And so will the people that will take you in.”

Exhaustion washed over Michael by the time you hit the freeway, speeding down a still very well-known route: you were going home. On your way there, you sometimes felt the boy shudder, violent memories dancing through his dreams. Whenever nightmares breached through his soft slumber, you would take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, telling him that he was safe. You took a deep breath when you came to a stop in front of your house and looked at the home that was now dipped in a golden orange shade by the sinking sun. The blue hydrangeas were stretching towards the last rays of light and the grass on the front lawn looked to be freshly cut. Nothing looked out of place, everything was untouched by any evilness, catastrophe or tragedy. No, this place didn’t need any resolution.

“Michael,” you said gently, stirring him awake. His pale blue eyes glistened in the burning light, his fear exchanged for tranquility as he answered your smile. “We’re here. Just walk up to this door and give the man this cloak. He will take care of you.” “Can’t you come with me?” he muttered, brows pulled up when he realized you weren’t coming with him. “I, um…will meet you inside, I promise.” You leaned over to him, cradling him for a moment until you placed a kiss on his cheek, kissing away the tear that had crept from his eye. “This is not a goodbye,” you promised and gave him the bundle of darkness, “Now, go. I’m right behind you.”

Although tentative at first, Michael got out of the car, his pale blue eyes flickering back to you before he walked up to the front door. Carefully you wrapped your veil of shadows around yourself and then followed him.

The images your mother had planted in your mind flashed before your eyes with every step that you took towards the house. And with every step, you felt how you melted into someone else, as you felt yourself return to the young woman whose father had just opened the door for a strange, young boy, tearstained and blonde locks in disarray. A young boy who from that day one would live with you, as a part of your family.

You tried desperately to hold on to the images. To the first kiss you would share with Michael, both of you dipped in the cold blue light of the next full moon, fingers interlaced and souls bound to one another. To your beautiful wedding dress that you wore during the charming fall ceremony, where Miss Cordelia was smiling proudly at you, her successor. To the feeling of the growing bump hidden underneath your black sundress, to your awareness of the incredibly powerful child that you were carrying for Michael, for yourself.

The world had been given the chance to better itself one more time, the souls of Murder House would be released, while you were showering the Antichrist, a man of flesh and blood, with the love that he was entitled to. As you helped him cope with his urges, as you strengthened him as he strengthened you. As you showed him what joy and happiness felt like. Michael was your companion, your best friend, your lover. Your other half.

You returned to your young self with a smile, looking forward to your bright future, the images now merely a shadow that would sometimes revisit you in your dreams. And Michael…Michael had been given the fate that he had always deserved.

Hey fam! This was the last chapter of the miniseries! I hope you enjoyed it! I’ll work on some requests now and go back to my other fic, Hunter and Prey. ♥️

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[wutheringheightstillpendalhill]

Curious thoughts // Chapter four

American Horror Story: Apocalypse

Micheal Langdon x (Cordelia’s daughter) Reader

Rating:emotional pain, (I think it’s angsty I’ll let you guys decide)

Tag list//: @frozenhuntress67, @the-captain-kidd

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“Blasted witch” Ariel hissed from where he stood just below me, I was on the ceiling holding in my laughter after spending the last half hour messing with the Chancellor.

“When I find that god forsaken girl, she will be gone for good..” he growled as Baldwin laughed, “she’s a child leave her be, how would you feel if Cordelia requested for you to stay at her school for girls... she’s merely entertaining herself”. Scoffing at the Ariel continued to check for anything else I had tampered with, just then the door opened to reveal Michael, “Alpha” both men got up bowing their heads in respect. “What seems to be the issue, Chancellor?” He questioned looking at Ariel who was struggling to keep calm.

“My love what have you been doing?”

“Nothing much, I was bored... you take to long”

I smirked seeing Michael shake his head at my response, “Michael, I request that...that girl... that witch...whom you asked to stay behind to be the voice of the witches, she has to leave she has no place amongst warlocks!” Ariel demanded as his voice raised, a bolt of pain shot through my head making me whimper as I bit into my arm to silence any sounds I made. “And why should I, what has Elisha done to deserve such ill thoughts towards her?” Michael exclaimed staring down the man that stood in front of him. My head was rushing, I’d been using my new abilities to long, since I’d always been taught prolonged exposure of any new ability can cause extreme repercussions for young witches.

“Michael.... my head’s hurting”

I called out in a pained voice, exerting as much energy as I had left to staying on the ceiling against gravities will. Michael moves subtly to just below where I was as if anticipating my fall, “she shows me no respect to which I should be owed, I do hold a higher title than she does after all” Ariel states his argument. “How so? After all she is the daughter of...” Michael began to say before being cut off by Ariel, “bastard daughter, Cordelia never married the girls father or did the little witch not inform you of that” he smirked as if thinking he was winning the argument.

“Elisha what do you have to say to all this?” Michael spoke aloud moving his arms to catch me as I let go with my powers and fell straight into them. “Head rush” I moaned shaking my head slightly to get to grips with t my bearings once more. “Well?” Michael requested as he helped me to stand, looking at the man in front of us I laughed mockingly, “what do you expect I’m bored there’s not much to do in this hole in the ground after all you forbid me to interact with anyone but yourselves and Michael” I waved them off turning to leave the room. “How dare you turn your back on your Supreme!” Ariel exploded, his powers attempting to throw me off my feet, but I barely moved just a gust of wind that blew my hair, “I’d watch your tone Ariel.... or have you forgotten who I am” I warned looking over my shoulder at three warlocks in the room, waving slightly I transmutated out of the room.

“She has got to go” Ariel snarled pointing a finger at Michael who simply chuckled, “and what good will that do?” Smirking he too followed after.

“Relax Ariel, if having her around makes him more compliant to what we ask then so be it besides she reminds me of a younger version of ourselves don’t you?” Baldwin quirked an eyebrow before taking a sip of whiskey from the glass in his hand.

“Who am I supposed to be?” I mumbled wandering out of my room for the first time in hours, my stomach aching the longer I went without eating.

I felt something crash into me, throwing us both off balance and onto the floor. Looking up I took note that it was Mallory who was the one to crash into me, she had tears running down her cheeks as she looked into my eyes in fear. “Mallory” I breathed out sighing before clinging onto her, “what happened are you okay? What happened?” I exclaimed trying to sooth her as she did me when ever I had my nightmares, “Langdon.... Langdon.. he... he..” She blubbered our in between spurts of sobs. “Oh Mallory...” I murmured holding her close to me in comfort.

After losing track of how long we were there I was finally able to her up, I gradually guided Mallory to her room. “Clean yourself up Mal, is there anything you want me to do?” I asked watching her cautiously as she perched on her small bed, “did anything weird happen for you?” She questioned quietly her voice nearly loud enough for me to hear. “He thinks I’m someone else....I don’t know who but even I’m starting to doubt myself” I murmured shaking my head softly before bidding her a goodbye before returning to what ever it was I had previously been set on doing.

“Whatever they’re doing to you.. it’s over... you don’t have to lie anymore to anybody especially me, I heard you Elisha I heard you please I’m on my knees begging....you have to remember”

Langdons words rattled in my brain as I rested in the library the sense of reassurance oozing from the old covered books that sat on the shelves.

“Have you ever been to New Orleans?”

NEW ORLEANS

NEW ORLEANS

NEW ORLEANS

The words screamed familiarity but I couldn’t find any relations within my memories of when I was a child. “Why New Orleans?” I murmured rubbing my temple in frustration. “You look lost little one?” Dinah annouced as she walked into the room her expression held one of concern, “I’m conflicted...” I stated as a look of realisation flickered across her features, “how so?” She investigated watching me closely an aura of familiar power washed over me as if I’d been near someone like her before, the same feeling I had when ever I was near Mallory or Coco. “There’s something inside me that’s telling me I know this place, these walls, the books on these shelves even the very bed I’ve been sleeping in for the past 18 months, the same can be said for you and Langdon it’s like I’ve met you both before but I have no memory of either of you... I didn’t really think of it much until earlier when Mallory crashed into me after her interview... but there’s this feeling inside of me that’s making me think that I really don’t feel like Adelaide Lestrange it’s really who I am..” I rambled on a sense of relief flurrying through me as I told all my worries to the older woman in front of me.

“Have you brought this up with anyone else?” She enquired watching me curiously as if what I had told her was the most intriguing thing she’d ever heard. “No” I mumbled looking into the fire place as voices and low mumbled rattled in my ear lobes as if muttering warnings of evil within reach of harming me.

“Does the name Elisha mean anything to you?” I asked after a few moments of silence between us before I got any type of reply.

“The name Elisha has several meanings it just depending on what language it is translated from, in Latin it means ‘the salvation of god’ whereas in Hebrew it can translate to ‘god is salvation’, either way it is referenced in the christian bible” Dinah explained to me as I thought over the meaning. “You seem to know a lot about it” I stated looking over at her looking for anything that gave away something about her, she chuckled shaking her head as she gave me a look with saddened eyes. “I use to know a girl called Elisha long before the war, she was sweet and playful by nature, when I last saw her she was expecting a baby but something happened and she was in a lot of pain” she hesitated looking right into my eyes as if searching for any recognition to the words she was saying. “What happened?” I asked the feeling of emptiness filled at the bottom of my stomach as I heard her finish her story.

“Her baby never made it to the half way point, there was so much blood... I was scared she’d die when I saw just how bad it all was...but then I remembered something that I was once told, Elisha was more than just a normal girl she was extraordinary and so she just about pulled through but she had suffered so much that she wailed for her lover and cried for the loss of their child...oh her mother wished for her to not suffer anymore.. I tried to help as best as I could but after that I never heard from Elisha agian” she finished with tears splintering in her eyes.

The pain inside me ran chaotically within me, I begged myself not to react but it seemed as if my insides were being ripped out as I whimpered quietly clutching my stomach. “That must of been horrific” I mumbled coughing slightly in reaction to the events that where unfolding inside my body. “Yes it was..” she seemed lost in thought as suddenly everyone began entering the library. “Wow you guys must of run here” Gallant laughed as he entered taking a seat beside me along with Coco.

“What’s going on?” I questioned as everyone took up places awaiting whatever it was that had made them arrive here. “Venable called an emergency meeting” was all Coco said before Venable appeared awaiting to a address us all.

“These past several months have been difficult for all of us.And perhaps, in my efforts to keep us safe, punitive measures have been taken too far.I believe now what we need is a moment of celebration, camaraderie.Which is why this weekend, as a gesture of goodwill, we will have a Halloween soiree” she explained looking round at us all as we became excited at the news of something different.

“in the style of a Victorian masquerade ball.” She finished locking eyes with me an evil glimmer shined in her eyes before glancing back round the room.

“It's Halloween this weekend?” Gallant exclaimed before clearing his throat, “If only my nana were here to enjoy it with me.”

“We've all lost track of time a bit.And this festive occasion is the perfect opportunity to remedy this.And I encourage you all to use your imaginations, to create what I am sure will be exquisite costumes.” Venable states a slight edge to the tone of her voice before growing more serious.

“Attendance is mandatory.”

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Everyone was busy with their costumes, excitement bubbling within their blood. I wanted to be excited, yet the daunting feel of the fact that if Venable was in fact telling the truth then I’d be turning 23.

“Knock, knock” I heard Emily’s voice from my door where she stood with it open, “greetings fellow outpost friend” she giggled entering my room in a giddy manner. “How’s your costume going?” She asked watching as I got up from the desk across from my vanity, “Oh you know same old same old, hows Timmy?” I smirked as she blushed ducking her head as I cackled with laughter. “Hush..” She squirmed waving her hands as we both laughed, “if your actually wondering it’s not going so well, I can’t decide what to do” I sighed as her smile fell from her face, “Do you want any help? I can help I mean I’m kinda already helping....” she went onto ramble before being stopped by my raised hand.

“First take a chill pill, in fact everyone in the hell hole needs to take one, second I’m fine I’ll figure something out in time so stop worrying yourself, and third well third can be you getting you bee-hind outta here and back to that boy of yours” I exclaimed shooing her off and out of my room as she flipped me off pulling a face whilst doing so making me laugh at her childishness. “Children” I laughed light heartedly before going back to what I was doing before hand. I was fiddling with a metal box that I had found in the floor boards of my room, it seemed to have only been a few years old not as old as I originally imagined it to be.

“What are you hiding?” I mumbled using one of Coco’s hair clips of pick the lock on it. After what seemed like hours I gave up letting my head fall against the desk in utter exhaustion, “what have I got to do just wave my hand and say ‘open’” I scoffed copying my words before hearing a clinking noise looking up in disbelief I scowled at myself, “you’ve got to be joking” I growled opening it up to examine the contents of the mysterious box.

There was a red and white mask inside, it seemed hand made for a feminine figure with elegant patterns shaped into it. Placing it down next to the box I continued on, finding three photos underneath. One was of a blonde haired girl that seemed to be floating in amongst these swam like trees, the second one was of a couple dancing by a fire I couldn’t make out their face but they seemed so happy together in that moment of happiness captured within the photo. The final one was of the same blonde haired girl with half her body sticking out of a car window her head tilted so I could barely make out what they looked like but the girl looked to be having fun. “Who are you?” I asked aloud looking in the backs of the see small messages written.

My 19th was the best I’d ever felt, thank you for it, E xx

I found a new ability with the others, maybe we can work them together one day?? E xx

The first time I let you drive my car I don’t know whether to forgive you for nearly crashing it or not, E xx

E xx

Staring at the messages in wonder I got up moving to my bed to lay down at looked at them more and more.

My mind was racing and pounding in an attempt to work out who the people in the pictures were, flashes of images crossed my mind but never clear enough to make sense. Always leaving me in the dark asking same questions.

Who are they??

[tinnybelliever]

*: ･ﾟ∙ * SUNNYSIDE’S FIRST TASK : ‘ the interrogation ‘

Tinsley smiled politely at the police officer as she sat down in the chair - crisscross apple sauce, out of habit. She could feel there was little room left for snickers and pranks. There rarely was when the adults were talking. And now they stood around her, asking her to do the one thing no one ( including herself ) believed she was capable of: have a grown up talk. Gulp.

is this the first time you’ve been called to the precinct ? do you have a criminal record?

“Well, I think we both know I’ve been here before. I’ve sat in that chair outside at the desk, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot coco after you guys rescued me from… you know, that immensely tall treehouse. But that visit’s probably not even on record.” Tinsley brushed a hair behind her ear, hoping positive news would ease the officer’s minds. The way she would excite her parents about having made a beautiful drawing before admitting it had been done with marker on their drywall. “I suppose it is on record that I… was also involved in the damaged property of said treehouse a few days after. So yeah, I’ve sat behind the locked cell door over there too. I doubt you’d want me to recall each and every incident on there from breaking a window to spraypainting a wall.”

where were you during the evening of ms. winnipeg sanders’ disappearance ? specifically between the hours of 8 and 11 pm ?

“Last Saturday?” Tinsley coughed, shifting in her seat uneasily. “Uh, let me think for a second…” Luckily they didn’t know the girl well enough to know she would never hesitate to tell about every single one of her memories as if they were all worth the story. This granted her an excuse to ‘think’ and ponder whether how much of the truth she should unveil. “I’m pretty sure I was at home, working on my art assignment, officer.” She nodded as if she’d just decided on that. Anything better than admitting she was a minor at the Clowder, right?

can you describe what you were doing immediately before that ?

“Sure, I was getting ready-” Her breath hitched. Another cough. “For dinner.” She finished curtly.

can anyone confirm your whereabouts at this time ?

“Well, I share an apartment with my older sister. She probably recalls I was home, mhm!” Tins felt bad for throwing her sister on the bus like this. What if the other Bell would accidentally ring the alarm on her? “Though sometimes we get so caught up in our work that we sort of forget about the world. I’m telling you, sometimes we sit with our backs to each other and simply forget the other’s there too until hours later.” At least she could muster up a giggle. The most innocent sound of all.

how well did you know ms. winnipeg sanders ?

“Oh right,” For a second it had slipped Tinsley’s mind that she wasn’t on trial here. She was merely asked to help in an ongoing investigation for the town’s favourite baker. “Honestly, I know I stopped by her store a lot and she always remembered my order somehow. But other than the usual politeness of ‘there you go’s’ and ‘thank you’s’, we didn’t discuss a lot. I asked her to follow me on Instagram once, that’s as far as our personal lives intertwined.”

did you and ms. winnipeg sanders ever have beef, or a quarrel ? have there been moments where you wished – even if it were just in the heat of the moment – to inflict harm on her ?

Did she really sound that nervous? She thought of the lucky socks she was wearing and hugged her legs closer to her body as she softly rocked back and forth on the chair. “No, no, oh my gosh!” Such overreaction may seem suspicious, she realized too late. “I… don’t always agree on her choice of friends, let’s say but that just made me stay away from her. I would never call her out on being wrapped around Wendy Darling’s finger.” Out of force of habit, Tins rolled her eyes at the mere mention of the name.

what was your reaction when you heard about the news ?

“Um, I think it was my mum who told me? But I usually don’t pay that much attention to what she says. I remember that soon everyone was talking about it though. It felt quite unusual that a negative story like this got so much attention around Sunnyside. The papers usually leave out those headlines, want to give people a reason to smile and all that.” She shrugged, almost as indifferent as when she found out some old baking lady stole the spotlight that easily. The only reaction it had brought forth? A long afternoon spent on imagining what it would be like if she, herself would go off the grid for a while. Who would miss her? Who would look for her?

when was the last time you saw ms. winnipeg sanders ? did you notice anything different about her ?

“Well, I can tell you if you promise to keep it between us…” Tinsley leaned forward on the desk with a sugary sweet smile. “I bought some doughnut holes the day before she disappeared. So don’t tell my mum because she believes I only treat myself once a week, tops!” Her eyes actually widened, as if this was the biggest secret pushing on her conscious and she felt horrible for lying to her mother – as every kind, innocent child should. “Ms Sanders seemed alright to me though. Mixed up my order but then again, I usually go for the doughnut, not the holes…” The mere thought that Tinsley’s sullen expression and tiny tantrum outside of the bakery had somehow pushed the lady beyond her boundaries was rather unsettling. For once, she didn’t want to have anything to do with it, to be honest.

do you know anyone who may have had any problems with her ? do you know anyone who may have had it out for her ?

“I’m not really one to point fingers, sorry! Though they do say that it’s usually the people closest to you, don’t they? So then I can only refer back to Wendy if I really must.”

have you noticed anything peculiar since the disappearance ? anything special you think is worth mentioning ?

“A lot of the same people have been hanging around her shop… looking inside or calling out for Miss Sanders. I don’t know, it may just be nothing but it’s a bit icky if you ask me. They seem so convinced Miss Sanders might hear them that it almost looks like they know which way to yell at.” Her name? Cleared. Darling’s name? A little subconsciously sullen. That’s just the way she liked it. One day it would all add up and she’ll have a front row seat to watch it all crumble down.

Tinsley put on a smile once they told her she was ready to go. “Thank you so much for hearing me out!” She beamed ( as if this had been her idea all along. ) “I’ll be on my way now but if there’s a phone number I can call if I think something…” She glanced at officer Nick on her way out, the tiniest of smiles toying on her lips. “I’ll be sure to keep you up to date one way or another, inspector.” Her legs felt wobbly after sitting cross-legged for so long. ( Not to mention the anxiety that had dragged her body down in there. ) So despite wanting to seem helpful and on top of things, Tinsley made sure to skip the hell out of that place before they could call her in for something other than pleasantries.

[cindiliciouscindi]

If Suttard could do it, Kadena can!

That feeling when you've spent several hours piecing together the puzzle that is the ending to the Kadena storyline for season 2. After going down the rabbit hole, I arrived at the following:

Kat and Adena meant the "I love you"s when they said it. There was no deceit, no lies, no holding back, it was authentic and real from both of them.

When Adena said she wanted to stay still and build a home, she meant it. She said she was tired of adventure, and that is true. She started traveling at 17, she was accustomed to freedom and space, and doing her own things. But when she met Kat, she had the desire to settle down, and give domesticity a chance. She found someone she could slow down for, and she was willing to give it her all.

Adena was happy moving in with Kat. She was content with being in bed all day, laying back, making dinner, watching "Friends," waiting up for Kat to come home, all that stuff, which she had never really been able to do with any other partner before Kat.

When Adena opened the relationship, it WASN'T so that she could have more space. No, that wasn't the intention. In the scene of that argument, Kat said "And that's why you started producing more when we opened up our relationship?" She didn't say, "you opened up our relationship so you could produce more" and those are two different statements. Opening up of the relationship happened first before "producing more" started happening. Her intention for the OR was really to give Kat the freedom to achieve self-fulfillment. It just happened that while Kat was away doing her thing, Adena became bored at home and started creating art again, which is as realistic as can be. Sometimes, being left to your own devices brings out the best in you.

Adena answered "maybe" to Kat's question above because she wasn't fully aware of the extent being with Kat had cost her creative abilities. Again, she didnt want to do anything drastic about it, which was part of why she was mad that Kat went behind her to Coco. Adena probably noticed she was stuck, but didn't want to tell Kat to avoid making her feel guilty (like she told her in 2x04) because if she had told Kat, Kat would have risked it all to fix it, and knowing Kat, she would have taken a drastic decision that may have adversely affected their relationship. Instead, Adena was trying to find a way of balancing her creativity and her love for Kat, which was why she said "maybe there's a way for us to just have more space." Adena was in a dilemma but you can tell she wanted to be with Kat more than she wanted to pursue her career. Would she have resented Kat later if 2x10 hadn't happened? Probably, in future. But, she thought there would be a way to fix this without them breaking up. You meet some people in your life and you don't want to imagine life without them. Adena has never wanted to lose Kat, which was why when 2x05 and 2x06 happened, she opted for an open relationship rather than a break up.

Kat walked away from the argument, to clear her head, even though she said she wanted to get ready for the party. It was so heartbreaking for her to think she was a setback to Adena's career, even though Adena clearly wasn't seeing her as a setback. Kat was also in a dilemma. She couldn't do a half-assed relationship with Adena. She wants all of Adena, no spaces, no breaks, but at the same time, she cannot limit Adena from being her fully accomplished self. As much as she wants to keep Adena to herself, the Kat Edison that we know will rather sabotage herself than make Adena unhappy. Remember 1x05.

Kat and Adena have had this long standing unspoken agreement of making space to accommodate the other person. I can't lay down all the instances but if you have followed their story closely, you would know that they have always sacrificed a lot to be together because they truly care about each other. Adena was putting her career behind to be with Kat, and she was doing it without anger or contempt. Kat now has to make the ultimate choice of giving up her desire to have Adena around all the time, just so that Adena can have some creative space, which is why she told Jane and Sutton "Who am I to tell her that she can't have more freedom when she gave me so much?"

Adena was seeking a solution with Kat. She wanted them to come up with a resolution, which was why she asked the same question Kat asked her in 2x06 "What are we going to do?" to which Kat also responded "I don't know." It wasn't Adena's battle to fight alone, it involved the both of them. She believed they could work it out together, just like they worked out with the OR. They have always worked their shit out together, and knowing them, they can fix this shit.

We didn't see the text Adena sent to Kat, but we heard Kat's phone beep, saw the reaction after she looked at it, and then she said "Well, she's not coming." That, I believe, was all the text said. Then, Kat went ahead to say "she said that she needs more space to be creative. Apparently, being with me limits her." Adena couldn't have said all those over text, this was Kat recounting the discussion they had earlier. "She said that she needs more space to be creative" is the summary of what Adena said, especially when she was talking about how her relationship with Coco afforded her the opportunity to create more because they were barely together. I don't believe she wrote it or said it literally. This was Kat paraphrasing. As much as I'm hurt that Adena didn't show up to Kat's party, I feel it was done to give us an impression of this being a serious fight between them, to heighten the angst, and set up the cliffhanger. Remember Sutton said "Wow, I didn't realize the fight was that bad." If she had come, it would have given a glimmer of hope that they could work it out. But I feel like they want us to assume that things are really bad and unresolved.

Adena and Kat really love each other, and neither of them wants to stay apart from the other, but in life, tough choices need to be made sometimes, and I respect Kat for having the courage to let Adena go, even if for a while. Kat said she couldn't do it halfway, and that must have hurt Adena so much, because it meant all or nothing. Adena thought they could balance it out, and probably went somewhere to grieve, which was why she blew off the party.

We don't know if they have broken up or are just taking a break, though I'm leaning towards the latter. Breaking up would be a reach; if they could weather through Kat's sexcapades, this is child's play, except there are other factors relating to Nikohl's stay on the show. Adena went for a walk because she needed to think. Just like she went away after Kat confessed in 2x06. It is possible that she comes back the next day and they have a mature conversation to fix things. I know we are worried about Nikohl's appearance on set. I have no idea what is going to happen, but I believe they didn't tie things up for Kadena. This may be nothing but Adena's stuff is still in Kat's apartment, so they at least have a reason to contact each other.

Adena's visa got approved. She can come to The US and go as she pleases. This is also why I believe Kadena is not done. I would have thought otherwise, if her visa wasn't approved and they had this disagreement. Now, I think the current situation puts them in an even better position to work things out. They can hit the reset button and begin the dating process, which they skipped by moving in together. They could try Long Distance as well. Anything is possible for people who want to be together.

There are ways in which this can be fixed without them breaking up, and we don't know what the writers are cooking up for next season. They could live apart, work around their joint calender in a way that gives each one time to be productive, etc.

It is totally possible to balance out career and love.

Sutton's example is worthy of emulation.

One should not have to be neglected for the other, especially when the people involved have the desire to be together. I want to believe they are working towards this on the endgame horizon for Kadena.

That being said, I don't believe the writers messed up the storyline, I believe they were working towards this from the very beginning. Granted, some things were not fleshed out enough, which I could blame on the 10-episode season arc, and the desire to tell many stories at once with the little time available. However, as a viewer, I also understand that a lot of things happen offscreen on TV shows, which means I am expected to fill in the blanks with any example or lead provided, and that's the difference between TV and fanfiction. I am also happy to see a storyline that most people weren't expecting, something less trope-y. I am hugely optimistic about Kadena in season 3, but whatever happens, I'm here for the ride.

[jess1820]

ti amo nyc! seeing phoenix 3x with feenix friends (jul 5 - 7 2018)

So! 3 days of phoenix with wonderful people in new york (my first time in nyc!), I don’t even know where to begin x.x (Pictures are on IG, video on YT). The Speciale shows are beautiful and incredible, and the boys put so much thought, detail, and love into it all. It was one of the best experiences in my life and it was so fun seeing everyone at the shows!!

under the cut is pretty much a rambling summary of the shows (amazing and adorably decorated), cute moments, and when we met them (ft. my fav convo with branco abt pokemon and witnessing brotherly tension) 

💘 @andersfel @funkyphoenixfan @thesunwillshineagain

7/5 | Night 1 💗

the show The show was amazing! It had been 7 months since I had last seen them. We were between Deck and Chris, I settled for the second row (I could have squished to the barrier but it was more comfortable to just be behind a little). That day was super humid and hot, so this show was probably the most sweatiest, but so satisfying. It was such a fun time! We got consolation prizes which is always super great! And countdown for Mads aaaaa (it was her 21st birthday, guess who (Chris ofc) sung to her 😭!!!) It was such a beautiful moment. They played Goodbye Soleil first and she was a bit down, but once it finished, COUNTDOWN happened! She was so happy it was the best reaction (what a complete 180 lol). Telefono was such a tune to hear live, I loved it! They were using the telefono booth instead of the red telephone (after the show you could get a polaroid in the booth for $1, such a cute idea whaaaa!!).

I thought for the Speciale they chose to use different guitars (Chris’s mint green, Branco’s array of guitars (black and red) instead of the og guitars (telecaster and cream bullet), but turns out they just didn’t have their regular guitars in time because their gear was still being held by air france until the 4th show lol.   

after the show

thomas After the show, we went outside to wait (we should have wandered the disco afterparty that was happening inside! The boys were hanging out meeting fans). About an hour later, Thomas came outside first wearing a white tee and backpack on. It was a small group outside so he went around to everyone, signing stuff and taking photos, and he hugged everyone too! He was so nice and gentle as usual. He left shortly after because he said it was past his kids bedtime and he had to put them into bed, something sweet like that 😭. Romy was at the show (with we think, Cedric’s daughter?) and they were helping run the merch stand! It was too cute!! They were so sweet. They were also in front of the barrier at some songs on the far right jumping and having such a good time during the show! It was so pure. (And I guess Vee is bffs with Romy now hahaha).   

deck Ok next up, Deck came out and was very chatty and goofy. He didn’t go to the afterparty. Vee said something about him being a charmer and he imitated playing a violin to be romantic, oh, he is so precious. Deck was really examining the Rally single I brought to get signed and he was like oh this is very rare and was looking at it, front and back. He was so nice and so cute 💘.

branco (and chris) Branco came out next and was so pretty wearing a koi fish print shirt. He has the best shirts. B was very friendly. Mads brought up the Coco thing (he signed as Coco on her INBLT booklet from the Manila show) and we got to hear him talk about his nickname again, it was so sweet and precious (his nieces call him Coco if you need a refresher). I love hearing him speak in general aaaa (you know me). Gotta say I also loved hearing him yell “Monsieur Mazzalai” at Chris because he was the last one needed to sign Mad’s awesome jacket. Chris made a face at him 😂. I had a few minutes with B and I am v happy he signed his name with the music note doodle! Sadly I didn't have the time to get to Chris bc he had to leave in a separate car (the rest of the boys got into one van, I remember Branco had a whole foods market bag aha). I did get to watch Chris run to the car with his suitcase which was funny and adorable, I love him. 

7/6 | Night 2 💗

the show They did long distance call!! Aaah! I was finally at the barrier, right between Thomas and Deck (literally the center can you believe it). The show was amazing as usual and they had balloons that would rain down on us in italian flag colors. It was at this show where a lot of balloons were falling onto the stage so Deck was using his bass and hitting the balloons (og it was so precious). He was having so much fun. I got a Deck wink during the show too aaa 💖 . Also, they played Lovelife with Giorgio Poi which was really cool! The boys had told us yesterday that they had a special planned for tonight, and this was that! And, I got to touch Thomas’s hair lol he was in our section a lot! 💘

after the show

so many faces We stayed for the afterparty because the boys had told us last night to stay and meet them here. It was funny because we were all awkward at the party so we followed them around like children while other people were actually partying.

We saw Sofia!!! She was gorgeous, literally radiating. It was unreal to see her in person. Cosima was with her! We also saw Chris’s girlfriend! Ah they were so cute (they were getting sake, dancing by the DJ, it was adorable). Chris was going around everywhere, drinking a lot of sake and beer lol. I flagged him down once to say hi and he said hello and he pat my back and LEFT 😂. So I had to flag him down again to ask for rally to be signed. It was a bit uncomfortable to follow them around and when there’s a moment/you get the guts to say hi they are either with someone else or with family and you’re just standing there so awkwardly lol. It’s easier to talk to them when they’re outside vs inside with music playing and it being a bit dark. I think we all agreed on this.

branco I also spotted Branco too! I found him near the back by the merch and asked for a photo again. My phone was such a failure that it took a while to get a photo so when it was done he asked if it was okay, twice 😭 (it’s still a bit blurry but I think it’s cute). Sweet bb koala you are so precious 🐨. 

7/7 | Night 3 💗

the show We were back at the barrier for the last night (for us), back to the right side between Deck and Chris. We got to hear playground love (waaaaaaah) and tuttifrutti! Playground love was so beautiful og 😭.

Throughout each night during sunskrupt, Branco would take a water break. A massive water break. He would drink water, keep the bottle at his lips and look into the screen, pondering life, then take another long drink of water. It was so long we were laughing and watching him drink water each night 😂 It was such a thing. I was that dork who took photos of this moment hahaha.

After playground love was countdown (when Chris came out, he brought his own guitar instead of picking up the one that was on stage, already tuned I think). Going into countdown, he had to put a capo on the guitar and tune it a bit, which took a very short amount of time but it was still something he had to do, and he was like ah merde! It was really funny and cute to hear him swear on stage since it was dead quiet 😂 

cute speciale things I tried their phoenix sake and took a polaroid in the telefono booth! It’s so cute. I also tried their childhood sandwiches on a “DAMN good baguette” (yeah they advertised it like this) and I gotta say, it sure was tasty. I didn’t get to try the gelato. Everything was so cute, they had ti amo balloons and a disco ball. They had a DJ too (I remember seeing Hedlund and Daniel Glass DJ-ing). The super mercato was so cool but I heard it kept breaking. Luckily I was able to get the pins and patches I wanted! (Though I didn’t notice they had a blue ti amo patch until it was too late!) The merch table also had a lot of cool merch and some old stuff from Bankrupt!. The entire vibe of the place was amazing. Every glass surface was graffitied with phoenix ti amo nyc 💘.  

after the show

chris and branco (ft. the greatest conversation) The afterparty this night felt a bit more natural for us. Maybe because we knew what to expect, but overall it was just more comfortable. At the party, we saw only Chris wandering around. We spoke to him and got to tell him we were all friends online and he was really surprised (it was cute). He was v thankful for us cheering so much! He was so smiley aaah. Mads finally was able to give him the cutest phoenix doodle she made (literal cutest he found himself and kept pointing to it 😭). I also remember a bit where Vee was talking about Deck’s spider pose and Chris was asking how to do it and then he tried to do it 😂 Chris is the best hahaha

After the venue kicked us out/ the party ended, we went outside and found that Branco was already outside talking to other fans. I was being silly on this last night and was speaking (was I loud?) about how cute he was to my friends and saying dumb things like look at those eyebrows and those cheeks (everything abt him is so cute ok i love this koala) and he stared into my soul 3 times (while talking to another group of fans) 🙈 and I didn’t know what to do im sorry for staring at u B 😭 💀 (you’re so pretty god!!)

Ok once it was our turn to talk to B, we talked to him abt…..pokemon 😂 (I don’t want to say too much but supposedly he has pokemon go and I love pokemon so you can imagine why we went down this path). It was a perfect opportunity since Vee also likes pokemon and her backpack featured the eevee evolutions. He was like ahh pokemon…. We asked him to pick a favorite from the backpack and I think he was confused (it was dark) and he pointed to eevee and named it as pikachu. The way he said it was so cute oh my god. He was like that’s pikachu (he said it twice). We were telling him that’s eevee and then he was saying that he is very old from another time, the shakespearean time. I think Vee then said he’s immortal or a vampire and he didn’t deny it. (idk why) I had to bring up the old cringe photoshoot they did where he looks like a vampire and he was watching and listening to me so intently as I was describing it. Mads saved it and just said it was posted on their IG and he was like ahh. (He probably was like these girls are so weird). Then he said that he knew the pokemon names but in french and so he pointed to vaporeon and said that’s aquali. It was SO CUTE. WOW. I can still hear his voice saying aquali. Literally so precious. 

Switching topics, Mads was asking if he saw the super cute doodle she did that she gave to Chris and I think he said he didn’t, but Chris said he showed him? (this part is a little fuzzy for me). Branco said that Chris never lies, called him over and then they were discussing if Chris had shown him/if Branco was present. Chris said that Branco probably forgot, then shortly after they started to speak in french to each other and we felt like shit was going down right in front of us omg (brothers fighting?!). At the end of it Branco opened his mouth without saying anything, then closed it, speechless (or, I thought of a cat showing its teeth lol) it was insane.  

Aaaaaa if you made it here thanks for reading 💗 It was such a cool time seeing phoenix with the feenix gang from online! I hope we all get to do it again in the future ✨ You all made this experience so memorable. 

[slusheeduck]

The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

Because I couldn’t stop thinking about @scribblrhob‘s Teacher!AU and @upperstories‘s art for said Teacher!AU, I ended up writing something that’s probably a mess to read because I want to end 2017 crying about Hector and Miguel.

Update: Uncontrollable crying turned into a collaboration between me and @im-fairly-whitty!! Be sure to keep tuning in to both our blogs for updates!

Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility

               Dios mio. I can’t take care of a kid.

               The thought strikes Héctor on the drive back from Santa Cecilia, with the kid in question buckled in to the passenger’s seat. It’s a bit late to opt out now, considering he’d already agreed to take care of him while the family figured out what to do with Luisa and Enrique gone. Everything had been so sudden, he’d just gone on autopilot—went to the funeral, listened to Tía Elena’s instructions, helped pack up the kid—Miguel, his name was Miguel—and his things, and gotten back on the road to Capula without even thinking about the fact that he, Héctor Rivera, was now responsible for the health and well-being of a young child when he could barely take care of himself.

               Well. It was just for a few months. Surely he could keep the kid alive that long?

               He glances over at the boy beside him, hiding beneath the hood of his too-big sweatshirt and keeping his eyes firmly out the window. Héctor swallows, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

               “So, ah…you’re eight?” he tries weakly. Ave María Purísma, he should be better at this. He is a teacher. But Miguel gives a short nod, and he sees an in. “Eight’s a good year, you know. I’m sure you’ll love…” Ohhh, he’s already messed this up. He clears his throat, looking back at the road before glancing at Miguel again. “Ah…you mind if I turn on the radio?”

               Miguel shakes his head mutely, and Héctor wastes no time in switching the radio on. He groans at the terrible static that greets them. The way Chicharrón made him promise to take care of his precious car on the trip, he’d expected some beautiful, sleek vintage number, not a rattling camioneta that couldn’t even get the tiniest bit of signal.

               He glances over as Miguel finally moves, leaning over to adjust the knobs expertly. After a few barely perceptible tweaks and turns, music finally bursts through the static. The quality’s still not great, but now there’s a definite song playing. Héctor gives a small smile.

               “Pretty impressive, chamaco, considering this radio’s at least as old as Tía Elena.”

               Miguel shrugs. “Papá’s radio is the same way,” he says before once again curling up in his seat and staring out the window.

               “Must’ve taken a while to figure out how to do that,” Héctor says, desperate to keep a hold of some sort of conversation with the kid. “Most kids aren’t that patient. You must like music an awful lot.”

               Miguel glances back at Héctor, just for the shortest moment, then shrugs before looking back to the window. Well, it wasn’t much, but it was something. And Héctor could work with that.

~

               They come into Capula just as the sun’s starting to set. Miguel’s stayed silent throughout the trip, despite Héctor’s few attempts to coax out some form of conversation. Maybe the kid’s just quiet. That terrifies him more that he’d like to admit. He’s always liked the kids that are ready to talk the best; one-on-one meetings with quiet kids—where trying to get any sort of reply or reaction was like pulling teeth—were his absolute least favorite. He couldn’t imagine having to do that every day.

               “Ah, mira, mira! There’s the school,” he said, pointing at the large buildings as they passed. “You’ll be in the primaria when the term starts, and I’m right next door in the secundaria.” He smiles at Miguel. “And you only have to call me Profe when you’re in the secundaria. Héctor’s fine anywhere else.”

               Miguel looks up at him curiously. “Abuelita told me to call you Tío Héctor.”

               “Well, sure. Tía’s always been old-fashioned. Not me, though.” He reaches into one of the cupholders and pulls out his sunglasses, putting them on despite the fact it’s nearly dark out. “I’m a cool tío. And cool tíos just go by their names.” He conveniently doesn’t mention that he was in no way fit to have the title of “tío” on him just yet.

               He glances up at Miguel over his glasses and, just barely, he thought he could catch a ghost of a smile cross the boy’s face. There we go. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

~

               The car’s parked in front of the apartment complex, and Miguel’s already pulled out his suitcase when Héctor yelps out a half-finished curse (Swearing in front of children is not good, he reminds himself, because then they’ll never stop repeating it. He’s learned this from several parent meetings and even more not-very-happy discussions with la directora.). When Miguel sends him a curious look, he tries to play it off coolly.

               “Haa, funny thing, Miguelito! I, ah…with everything that happened, I…left my keys…in the apartment. But it’s all under control! I just…” He presses his lips together, then snaps. “But you know what? I’m lucky. I left a spare key with my neighbor for this exact situation.” Well, not this exact situation. It was much more along the lines of “Come and visit any time” (not that she did), but that was not something the angelito querido cielito needed to know just yet. He lopes back to the fire escape, calling for Miguel to stay put and that this would only take a minute, and starts the climb up to the apartment window he’s looking for—the muffled sounds of “La Llorona” being interrupted tell him he’d knocked on the right one. He puts on his most charming grin as the window opens, and he’s greeted by a long-suffering sigh and crossed arms.

               “Rivera,” is beautiful, serious Imelda’s greeting.

               “Diosa, am I glad you’re home. Wouldn’t you know, I’ve locked myself out of my apartment. Qué rollo, eh? I was…”

               “If this is your way of trying to spend the night, I swear I have a boot right here...”

               “No! No, not this time.” As lovely and romantic as flirting with Imelda on the fire escape is, he doesn’t like the idea of going back to Miguel with a boot imprint on his face. “I just wanted to know if you still have that spare key I gave you?” As she rolls her eyes, he adds, “Look, ordinarily I’d talk with the casero in the morning, but…the little chamaco down there is staying with me for the next…for a while, and he needs to get to bed as soon as possible.”

               Imelda frowns curiously, and she sticks her head out the window to see if he’s lying. Héctor watches her face soften as she catches sight of Miguel down below. She chews at her lower lip, then looks up to the heavens before going back into the apartment. Héctor holds his breath, staying very still, then lets it out in a disbelieving laugh as Imelda returns with the key in her hand.

               “And if you say a single word about me keeping this…”

               “It goes with me straight to the grave, diosa.” He takes the key and sends her a big grin. “So I’ll see you before term starts, right, directora?”

               “Go home, Héctor.” Imelda shuts the window sharply enough to nearly take off his nose, but the quick glance she gives over her shoulder makes it entirely worth it. He takes a moment to sigh dreamily, but remembers that there is, in fact, a child waiting for him down below, and that there will be plenty of time to moon over la directora in the staff meetings they’d be having in a few weeks. He lightly swings down the fire escape, then holds up the key triumphantly as he walks back to Miguel. The boy’s giving him a slightly worried look.

               “Does that lady hate you?”

               “Hate me? Oh, no, chamaco, she likes me a lot.”

               The worry quickly turns to disgust. “Is she your girlfriend?”

               “She…you know, this sort of thing’s pretty complicated and I bet you’re dead on your feet.” He picks up the suitcase and nods for Miguel to follow him. “Let’s get you set up in Casa Rivera, hm?”

~

               He’s not sure if it’s nervous energy from being in a new place or a hint of what Miguel’s like when he’s not…in his current position, but the kid wastes no time in walking around the little apartment, looking at everything. Héctor lets him wander, setting the suitcase down for a moment.

“I’ve got that room over there set up for you. My roommate won’t mind…” He stops and lets out a little laugh as Miguel makes a bee-line for the record player, eyes wide, and Héctor can tell he’s itching to look through the records stacked beside it.

               “Go ahead, take a look,” he assures. As he walks by, he chances giving the top of Miguel’s head a rub; the boy quickly ducks away, and Héctor carries on as if nothing happened. “The good ones are mine, the bad ones are Ernesto’s.”

               Miguel, holding one of the records, looks at Héctor dubiously. “How am I supposed to know which ones are good and which ones are bad?”

               “Well, that’s an easy answer, chamaco.” He returns to Miguel’s side and takes the record, flipping it once before lightly setting it in the player. “You gotta listen to it.” He sets the needle down, then switches the player on. They wait a few moments, both staring at the player, and Héctor sends Miguel a grin as the bright sound of guitars filled the apartment. “Hey, bastante buena, sí? This must be one of mine.”

               A little smile makes its way across Miguel’s face, just enough to make the tiniest dent in one cheek, and he returns his focus to the music…at least, until he notices the guitar case in the corner of his eye. “Is that yours?”

               “Mm-hm.” Héctor’s since made his way into the apartment’s teeny little kitchen, trying to figure out what he could possibly make for two people with three stale tortillas and rice that may or may not have been in the cupboard since he’d moved in.

               “Can you play?”

               “No, I just like the way it looks.” At Miguel’s offended expression, Héctor gives a little eyeroll. “Of course I can play. Ernesto and I wouldn’t be able to go on tours if I couldn’t.”

               “No manches! Aren’t you a teacher?” Miguel argues.

               “You think teachers hibernate during the summer? That’s when we get to have our fun.” He pulls out one of the tortillas and waves it; it holds its shape like a frisbee. Hm. “The plan was to be in Guadalajara this week, so Ernesto should be playing in one of the smaller clubs about now. Normally I go with him, but this year…” Well, it’s obvious why he isn’t on the summer tour. He doesn’t need to bring that up. He tosses the tortilla aside, noting how well it flies, and shrugs with a smile. “Well, it’s the reason you get your own room this summer instead of bunking with me!”

All at once, he sets his hands on Miguel’s shoulders and guides him toward the door, ignoring his little noise of protest. “Now, Señora Olguin lives downstairs, and she lives for feeding boys she thinks are too skinny. Why don’t we go down and make her night, hm?”

~

               Héctor can’t sleep that night, and he knows it’s Miguel’s fault.

               Even without being in the same room, Héctor can feel the anxiety radiating from the boy. And who could blame him? Losing his parents, being sent off with a tío he hadn’t met—he possibly hadn’t even heard of—and having to prepare himself for a new home, a new school, a new life for even a few months…it was entirely too much for any kid to have to endure. And that would be assuming that said tío wasn’t constantly dancing on the edge of disaster and a general danger to anything he tried to take care of. Moving in with Héctor? Miguel’d be lucky if he could survive this without being committed.

               Héctor spends several hours tossing and turning, but there was no way he can sleep with the way things are. So he decides to stop this and try a new plan. He slips out of bed, throwing on the first wrinkled sweatshirt he can grab, and quietly makes his way back to the main room. He grabs his guitar case, then hesitates in front of Miguel’s door. He waits a moment, then another, then sucks in a breath and gives two quiet knocks.

               “You still awake, Miguelito?”

               “No.” Miguel’s voice is thick, and the sniffle that escapes through the door makes Héctor’s stomach twist. Maybe he should leave him. It’d probably be good for him to get all this out. And yet…

               “Qué pena. I was gonna head to the roof, and I thought you might think that was cool.”

               There’s a pause, and Héctor considers dropping it. But then he hears some movement on the other end of the door, and then another sniffle, and then a very quiet “Why are you going to the roof?”

               “Sometimes staying inside’s a pain. Too many thoughts get trapped in here, you know? It’s nice to go somewhere where they can all just escape.” He shrugs. “But you’re asleep, so I don’t want to bother you.”

               Héctor takes two steps back from the door, then waits. A moment later, the door creaks open. Miguel’s nose is still red, and he gives his eyes a quick wipe, but he’s pulled on his hoodie and shoved his feet into his shoes.

               “Can I come to the roof with you, Héctor?” he asks quietly. Héctor smiles and ruffles Miguel’s hair—this time Miguel doesn’t duck away.

               “Of course, chamaco. Just stay quiet; we don’t want to get complaints from going up the stairs too loudly.”

               Technically, the roof “isn’t accessible”. But that didn’t stop Héctor from finding the service stairs when he’d moved in, and it doesn’t stop him from guiding Miguel up them now, making sure the boy keeps clear of any electrical wires or vents. They pick their way to Héctor’s favorite spot, one large enough for two people—perfect for a night of tequila and song writing, or sneaking the odd kiss while discussing next year’s curriculum, or to air out the worries and grief that’s been bottled up since Tía Elena said, “This is your Tío Héctor, Miguelito. You’ll be staying with him for a little while.”

               Miguel watches with wide eyes as Héctor opens up the case, pulling out the gleaming white guitar. His mouth turns up as he catches the little skull grinning at him from the headboard as Héctor tunes it, then his jaw promptly drops as Héctor gives a grin and plays, near perfectly, the song they’d listened to on the record player.

               “Nada mal, hm?” Héctor asks with a little laugh as he catches Miguel’s shocked face. “No one ever thinks that teachers do anything besides teach.” He gives Miguel a grin and a wink as he slows the song down. “Hope you learned something from that.”

               Miguel doesn’t answer, instead moving up onto his knees and getting closer to Héctor, eyes fixed on the way his fingers danced over the frets.

               “How can you play like that?” he asks when Héctor switches to a different song.

               “About double your lifetime’s worth of practice and a good ear.”

               “So will I be able to play like that if I practice? Without sheet music or anything?”

For the first time, Héctor feels like he’s getting a glimpse of the real Miguel, the Miguel that was around before the accident, before the move. His eyes are bright as he watches Héctor play, and he’s smiling enough to show off his dimple fully.

               “I’m sure you will. In fact…” He stops playing and flips the guitar around, holding it out to Miguel. “Why don’t you show me what you know now?”

               Miguel’s eyes widen, and he looks down in shock at the guitar as Héctor sets it in his lap. “I…I just started taking lessons. I can’t…”

               “You’re a Rivera, though. We’ve got music in our bones.” He nods and waves a hand. “So show me whatever you think is the best you can do.”

               Miguel looks up at Héctor with wide eyes, and his tongue pokes out, just a bit, as he adjusts the guitar in his lap. It’s too big for him, and he struggles to reach his hand around as he plucks out the sorriest “Estrellita” Héctor’s ever heard. He stops the boy quickly, shaking his head.

               “No, no no no. That’s not right at all.”

               “But I can’t reach!”

               “That’s not what I’m talking about. Your whole attitude’s all wrong.” Miguel’s expression darkens, but Héctor snaps his fingers before he can say the obvious. “You need to perform. And the first step to that is loosening up.”

               Miguel’s expression…doesn’t lighten, but it shifts to curiosity. He watches as Héctor shakes out his long limbs in precisely the way that got a guaranteed laugh from his students, then half-heartedly gives his arms a shake when prompted to copy him. Héctor crosses his arms with a little frown and shakes his head.

               “Definitely not enough. I think we need to pull out el grito.” He looks at Miguel with raised eyebrows. “So come on, give me your best grito.”

               “My best grito?”

               “Every musician can do it, muchacho. So come on!” Before Miguel can say anything, Héctor is up on his feet, letting out a loud shout that echoed through the quiet, dark neighborhood. He looks down at Miguel, one eyebrow raised, and grins as the boy stands up and opens his mouth…to let out the tiniest squeak. He shakes his head.

               “One more time. You just gotta yell.” He lets out another grito, this whoop prompting a few lights from neighboring buildings to turn on. He ignores them, watching as Miguel sucks in a breath, opens his mouth…

               And lets out a shout loud enough to rival Héctor’s.

               “That’s it, Miguelito! One more!” He crows out again and again, the shouts blending with Miguel’s trills and laughs. Miguel shouts a couple more times, then sucks in a deep breath to let out the loudest grito he can. But all at once, he chokes on the sound, and a loud sob escapes from him instead.

               Héctor immediately pulls the boy toward him, paying no mind as Miguel drops the guitar to clutch him as the grief and stress from the day finally erupts out of him. He rests a hand on Miguel’s head as he hugs the boy to him.

               “Está bien, está bien, Miguel,” he murmurs, keeping still as Miguel weeps against him. “You’re okay. Take as long as you need.”

               He’s not really sure how long they stand there, but he makes no movement aside from a back rub or hair ruffle as Miguel continues to cry. He needs this; more than anything today, Miguel needs this moment. Eventually, he does gradually start to wind down, sobs fading to tears fading to hiccups and sniffles. He goes limp against Héctor, exhaustion winning out over anything else. Héctor finally pulls himself away from Miguel, looking at him for a long moment before turning and stooping down.

               “Come on, hop up.”

               Miguel doesn’t argue as he climbs up on Héctor’s back, burying his face into his shoulder. As they start walking, he hoarsely says, “But your guitar. I…”

               “It’ll be here when I get back,” Héctor assures lightly as he makes his way back to the service stairs. Miguel lets out a breath as he nods, head falling back to Héctor’s shoulder. He stays quiet the entire way back to the apartment; Héctor’s fairly certain he’s fast asleep. He’s very careful to keep quiet as he makes his way back to Miguel’s room, and he’s extremely careful as he sets Miguel in the bed. He throws the blankets over the boy—he’d never figured out what tucking someone in entailed, so this will have to do—and half-smiles as he stands back up.

               Well. One day down. Maybe they both could survive this.

               He just starts to turn when he hears a very quiet voice ask, “Héctor?”

               He turns back around—it looks as though Miguel’s fast asleep—but he kneels down beside the bed all the same. “Sí? What is it, chamaco?”

               Miguel shifts, and suddenly two arms are wrapped tightly around Héctor’s neck.

               “Thank you, Tío Héctor.”

               That’s all he says before pulling back and turning over to fall asleep. Héctor, meanwhile, stays put, eyes wide. With some difficulty, he swallows the lump in his throat and stands up, giving Miguel’s hair one last ruffle before he steps out of the room.

               It hits him, now, that the trouble might not be Miguel staying with him. It’s only been one day, but he’s already keenly aware that saying goodbye to the little chamaco might be the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do.

[Part 2: La Directora] [Part 3: Skipping Class] [Part 4: An Unannounced Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)] [Part 7: A Birthday Livestream]

(Also Wit came up with the titles because she’s awesome and I was too preoccupied with crying about  Tío Héctor to come up with titles.)