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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Coffee [3]

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 3.5 OR Chapter 4

➜ Words: 3.5k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Jungkook didn’t know this is how his night would turn out. The cold night air bites at his skin, turning his cheeks rosy. His finger presses the button and there’s clinking and clanking before the aluminum can comes rolling at the bottom slot of the vending machine. He takes it from the slot and walks over to the wooden bench. “Here.” You’re sniffling, your entire body jolting as you do so. You take the cold grape soda with both hands, and hold it in your lap. He hopes you like it — he saw you drinking grape soda once back in high school. Slowly, Jungkook takes a seat beside you. It’s terribly awkward for him, and he’s not sure what to do. The sounds of your sniffling shatters the silence of the night. “You know….” He clears his throat. “People always break up with their first girlfriends or boyfriends.” Jungkook steals a glance at you. Tears are still slipping from your tear ducts, shedding down the apples of your cheeks. “And, uh, first loves don’t usually last. Even if it did, the divorce rate is pretty high, so, um, uh...yeah.” Your sniveling is violent as if you’re trying hard to keep it at bay. He scratches the back of his neck, mind scrambling for ways to comfort you. “You either get married or break up, so I guess he didn’t see you as the marriage type.” It’s the shittiest advice ever. Jungkook is at least self-aware enough to know just how bad his attempt at consoling you is, but it tumbles out of his mouth anyway with the half of the brain cell he has left. “You guys weren’t that great of a couple anyways—” You burst out crying. Again. This time the sobbing is louder, harder. Uncontrollable. It makes Jungkook look in all directions to make sure no one’s here lest they call the police and accuse him of harming you somehow. “I...I love him!” you manage to say past your sobs, voice breaking in the process. It’s heart wrenching, though nothing but the truth. In this second, you’re so utterly vulnerable that it makes him entirely uncomfortable. “I l-love Jin. S-s...so m-much.” You’re shaking with gut-wrenching sobs. Grief pours out in a flood and salt water creeps from your eyes. You whimper, “I thou—ght I was going to m-marry him, J-J-Jungkook.” The boy beside you doesn’t like the way you call his name, how you’re crying when you say it, how you’re blubbering. “Next month was supposed—….supposed to be our...two year anniversary.” Jungkook has the urge to wipe off the flour stain on your forehead. But as he contemplates if he should or shouldn’t, he loses his opportunity. You tilt your chin to look at the sky, stain out of way as tears spring free down your cheeks. You sniffle, “I really, r-really love him.” Jungkook leans in. He wraps his arms around your shoulders. He pulls you in close and hugs you tight. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but this is probably the least he can do. What his intuition tells him to do. He feels you tremble against him until you stop. “W-what are you doing?” “Umm…” “Get off of me,” you spit at him half-heartedly and he lets go as if he’s burning you. You’re back to sobbing again. Jungkook is at a complete loss. You were better as a bitch or at least easier to handle. It’s horrifying when you’re crying.

The cake burns in the oven. Jungkook can see the smoke curling into the air. He can smell it as it singes off his nose hairs. And he takes it out with mitts, coughing and wheezing, throwing the charcoaled tray on the kitchen counter. He turns to the person responsible. “Were you not watching it?!” “Fuck you, Johnson.” “Why didn’t you set a timer?!” “Why didn’t you?!” “Because I wasn’t the one who put it into the oven!” He shouts, “Are you an idiot?!” You’re looking at him what that infamous frown — those lopsided lips, that knot between your brows that makes your anger tangible. He watches the way you open your mouth to retort...but the hesitation is visible. And in shock, he then watches the way your expression crumples. His gut feeling tells him this isn’t right. He steps back. But then it happens. You start to cry — Jungkook freezes, eyes as big as saucers. Your head knocks forward, tears drip to the floor. You’re so small. He’s never seen you like this before. Jungkook’s never seen you so vulnerable before. “H-Hey, Y/N. C’mon….” His hands come out, but they don’t touch you. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know how to make it stop. He is powerless. “I’m sorr—” Jungkook’s entire body jolts. His eyes rip open into the night. He’s woken up in a pool of his own cold sweat. Oh god. Thank fucking christ it was only a nightmare — he’s still traumatized for life. The boy sighs, running a hand over his face and through the damp strands of his hair. He twists and turns, trying to return back to sleep, but he’s unable to. Eventually, his hand reaches for his phone on the nightstand. 5:42 am. Jungkook: hey 5:42 am. Jungkook: u ok??? 5:58 am. Jungkook: so when should we meet up for napoleon again Hours later, it says you’ve seen the message, but you never answer him. You leave him on read.

It’s been a few days — how many, you’re not so sure. You’ve been binging on ice cream and fudge brownies. The area near your mouth is stained with chocolate and crumbles of the treats. You haven’t showered in a while, or got up for that matter. It just feels better when you can pull the covers over your head and go through pictures of you and Seokjin on your phone. Photographs of ice-cream dates, that time you went to an amusement park together, your high school graduation, the fairy lights you saw on Christmas, the beach during summer break, the movies during Spring break…. All of them. You look through all the pictures, from the blurry ones of him holding you close to the ones where you’re pouting as he leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek. You miss Jin so much it hurts and you always end up crying again when you play back the videos — sobbing underneath the lump on your mattress. You’re glad you don’t have a roommate who can hear you crying day and night. You remember the first time he asked you out, the first time he held your hand, the first time you kissed. It’s all fresh on the forefront of your mind, and you’re left wondering what you did wrong, where things took a turn and you didn’t even notice. And you lay like that until you can’t cry anymore, until there’s no more pictures to see for the tenth time, until you reach the end of your years of text messages going back and forth. That’s when you see Jungkook’s text and you’re reminded that you can’t just lie around. You need to get up, go to school. You paid a lot for it and you have midterms — you can’t leave him waiting. Having no one to turn to, you dial his number. It rings thrice before it picks up. “Hello? Y/N?” “Hey.” You can’t recognize your own voice. It’s thick and crackly, making you wince. “Sorry. I...called.” “No, it’s okay. It’s okay, trust me. Um, are you, uh, alright?” “I don’t know,” you answer honestly and peel back the covers just a bit. “I just wanted to let you know, I still remember the midterm, so…” “Yeah, I know, t-take all the time you need.” “Okay.” It goes silent. “That’s it. I should go now.” “Right. I should probably go too. Take care of yourself.” The call ends. At least you still have a reason to get up. // Even if your mind is slowly preparing itself but your body isn’t, you have to eventually lug yourself up anyhow to get food when your supply of brownies and ice-cream runs out. It’s a miracle how you can just go on autopilot — that you can walk to the dining hall while brain dead, that you can go forward when your bones and muscles are numb to movement. You grab a tray and haphazardly scoop a ladle full of soup into your bowl. But when you turn away to find a seat, you come face to face with the worst of it, having forgotten this would happen. You catch sight of Moonbyul and Sandeul at a table, but there’s no way you can approach them. They’re not your friends. Not anymore. All of your friends were Jin’s friends. He introduced you to them — and they know him better and longer than they know you. It is undoubtable that they would choose him. You’ve lost everything. You have no one. Your hand tightens on the edge of the tray, looking for an empty table, searching for a spot where you can sit and quickly eat. Then you suddenly hear a call of your name— “Y/N!” Turning around, you discover Jungkook standing up from the cafeteria bench with his arm raised in the air. You approach hesitantly in five strides. “Hey….” All his friends are staring at you. One that you recognize as Jimin, another as Taehyung, one that has sharp features and striking looks and the other sleepy with cat-like eyes. “Ummm…” “You can sit here.” Jungkook moves his friends’ trays out of the way, gesturing for them to scoot over. They look at him like they’ve gone crazy. “T-Thanks…” You take him up on the offer, not wanting to reject him and make it more awkward. They continue to gawk at you, and Jungkook has that sympathetic gaze of his. You know you look like a mess — you haven’t run a brush through your hair, the underneath of your eyes are red from rubbing, your nose is dripping, and your spoon trembles as you bring the soup up to your lips for a sip. “Uh, this is Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok.” “Nice to meet you,” you croak after clearing your throat. “We’re in introductory cakes and decorating techniques together,” Taehyung chirps with a grin. “Yeah, I know.” You try to smile and look over at Jimin. “And we’re in fine pastries together, right?” Jimin nods, not uttering a single word. The awkwardness is tangible. The man named Yoongi sucks up his soda noisily and then pops his lips off his straw. “Is your boyfriend not here toda—ow! What the fuck, dude.” Jungkook’s doe eyes look back at his friend’s. “What.” “Don’t play dumb, you just stepped on my damn foot—” “Hey, is that all you’re eating?” Jungkook points his fork at your meager bowl of soup. Then he moves a bowl of fruit from his tray to yours. “Eat this. You like fruit, right? It’s good for you.” You stare at it and pierce the strawberry to chew it in your cheek. Jungkook smiles when you move the honeydew off the bowl onto his plate. He eats it. “So when do you want to meet up again?” “Tomorrow.” “Okay, sounds good.” Eventually, you finish your meal and mumble something about having to go to your locker. You bid them farewell and Jungkook waves with a brightened smile. All five of them watch your backside becoming smaller. Then once you’ve disappeared, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung turn to Jungkook and wait for an explanation. He looks back at them. “What?” “Don’t ‘what’ us. The fuck was that.” “Since when did you become buddies with Y/N?” Yoongi inquires, curious as well to the sudden change that almost gave him whiplash from sheer shock. “Okay, first off, we’re not buddies. She’s just going through some shit, so I’m trying to be a decent human being.” They continue to eye him and Jungkook sighs, putting down his utensil. “Jin dumped her.” “Oh shit.” Hoseok exchanges a look with Jimin. Taehyung’s jaw is slack. “Damn, that makes a lot more sense.” “Yeah, so don’t talk about him, dumbass,” Jungkook says pointedly to Yoongi. “Hey, I didn’t know! Don’t put the blame on me.” Hoseok asks, “When did it happen?” “I don’t know, like a few days ago.” The dark-haired man leaves out the part where you were crying. They don’t really need to know that detail and he has no plans of making a spectacle out of you. Taehyung leans in closer, too nosy for his own good. “Why?” “How the hell would I know? Ask if you want to know that badly.” “Nah, it’s no wonder though. She looks pretty bad.” Jungkook muses the same and he can only hope you’re holding up well — if not for your own sake then for the sake of the midterm. // Another day comes and goes, a sunfall and sunrise, and you find yourself knocking at Jungkook’s door. You didn’t know the weekend was so long. It feels long when you have no one to see, no one with you, nothing to do. Even after a full week has passed, you don’t feel better or close to it, but you know logically it’s better to get up and at least do something productive. You have some self awareness to know that rotting in your bed would be a pathetic way to die. The door swings open. The boy’s eyes are rounded. It occurs to you that you never realized just how brown his eyes are. “What are you doing here?” “I...thought we could meet up early. I don’t really have anything to do, so…” “How’d you know this is my room?” Jungkook peeks down the hall as if he could catch the person who exposed him like this, but there’s no one. “I asked the front.” “Oh.” “Can I….” “Sure.” Jungkook widens the door without thinking of the consequences and you step in. It looks like a tornado took a turn here. His belongings are scattered and in disarray, clothing hanging off the back of his chair and dumped on the floor like there was a Black Friday sale. Jungkook follows your line of sight and laughs stiffly. He picks up his briefs by your foot. “I’m usually not this messy, I swear. I’ve just been too busy to clean—” The man pales and jumps on his bed when he notices what you’re staring at. He tries to cover up his IU posters with his hands and his body, but to no avail. “These aren’t mine! They’re just up temporary cause, they were, um, gifts from my mom. I was a fan of her back in the day! But not anymore! Don’t make fun of me…” The entirety of his wall above his bed is posters of IU from back in her debut days to her most recent comeback. He has a shelf of all her albums lined up in a row with her official lightstick too. They don’t seem dusty at all. You take your eyes off of them, not uttering a single comment. Jungkook realizes you’re not going to tease him and gets off his bed awkwardly. He continues to pick up after himself, throwing his used clothes in the laundry basket. His eyes flicker up to you. “Wow, not even trying anymore, huh?” he jests, trying to lighten the mood. “Your outfit’s ugly.” You look down, self-consciously tugging on the hem of your oversized sweater. It’s a taupe hoodie that goes to your knees. “It’s Seokjin’s.” “O-oh. I, uh, mean you smell bad.” Jungkook laughs by himself and grabs his Febreze off his nightstand. He sprays the expanse of your body. It smells like fresh linen. He stops after five seconds when it occurs to him you’re standing motionlessly — when it hits him that you’re not going to smack the head of his side like he expected you to. Jungkook puts the Febreze back on the table and clears his throat. “I’ll be ready in two minutes.” You’re freaking him the hell out. No matter how much Jungkook tries to banter with you or pick an argument, you remain quiet. // Even if you’ve gone mute, your baking abilities are luckily still intact. Jungkook works quietly alongside you and helps you assemble the cake. After two strenuous hours, the product is put in front of the two of you. At first glance, the presentation is acceptable, but taste is another thing. He cuts into the cake and eats. You wait patiently for his reaction. Jungkook’s brows wrinkle. “Ugh, god.” He sets his fork down. “It’s so bitter.” Your cakes are usually too sweet that it hurts his teeth — now it’s not sweet enough. “Did you add any sugar?” “You kept complaining I add too much,” you murmur dejectedly. “Yeah, but you have to add some, Y/N. It’s not enough now. Here. Taste it. It’s disgusting.” He gives you a tasting fork and you take a bite. After a thoughtful chew and swallow, you look at him impassively and shrug. “Tastes fine to me.” “What?” Afraid he’s gone absolutely crazy, Jungkook takes another big bite. This time, his entire mouth dries and his tongue shrivels. It’s bad enough that he hisses, “It’s bitter.” “I can’t taste it,” you mutter apologetically, eyes on the floor. “I think it’s because my nose is plugged.” “How are you supposed to bake if you can’t taste?” Jungkook sighs in frustration. All your efforts for the past two hours have gone down the drain. You’ll have to start again, making it once more. But— “What’s the point?” you ask him, shoulders slumped and your entire form drooping in on itself. “What?” “What’s the point?” you whisper to Jungkook. “We either do well or we fail, but it’s not like it’ll matter. We’ll still pass the class and we’ll move on. And we’ll graduate and work, and then die a few years from now. It’s not like this’ll significantly change our lives. What’s the point if we make it well or not. What’s the point of worrying about it.” Jungkook is utterly mortified at your sudden despair. “Don’t you want to do well?” You shrug. He doesn’t know who this is — who you are — what you’ve become. This isn’t the Y/N that he knows. “Can you stop moping?” Silence. “You’re not helping yourself by being miserable,” Jungkook says sharply. It pisses him off that you’re so pathetic, that all it took for you to become so small was a mere breakup. He can’t fathom that his rival has been reduced to this. “There’s worse things out there. It’s not like you’re dying.” It remains quiet. He doesn’t know what he has to do to squeeze some kind of living response from you. “You’re alive and you’re still here. How much longer are you going to be like this? We have things to do!” Jungkook shouts, throwing his fork into the sink overflowing with dishes and bowls he has to wash as a result of your blunder. And it still seems like you don’t care. “I don’t get why you’re so sad. Jin isn’t even that great. He dumped you. So what? You move on! You get over it!” You sniffle. It snaps him back. Jungkook comes crashing down to reality. He watches the way you put your hands to your face and he realizes you’re crying again while nodding. God. He didn’t mean for it to come out like that, for him to sound like such an asshole. “I’m...sorry,” you whimper, words muffled behind your hands. “I just...I’m t-trying.” He sighs for the nth time. Guilt overwhelms him. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Jungkook gently tugs on your strand of hair that falls in front of your face. His voice softens. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” You nod, wiping your eyes away with your hand. “I just r-really want to go home and pull the covers over my head and pretend it never happened.” “I know.” He really doesn’t. Part of him still doesn’t understand. Jungkook can’t comprehend what was so great about Kim Seokjin that has you so devastated, but he tries his best to empathize. “But we can’t do that, can we? We just gotta...keep going. And it won’t be too hard cause it’s not like you have to do this on your own, right? Cause I’m here…..and you’re here, and all…” He’s bumbling, tripping over his own tongue and cringing over his poor attempt at comforting you. But you look up at him with glossy eyes and he lets go of your hair. With no one else to turn to and no one that you can confide in, you manage a small nod. You choose to believe him.

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powerosewaterpuff · 4 years ago

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so one question , what happen after bruce " death "

okokok so first off thank you so so much for this, it def helped get my creative juices flowing (and i totally didn’t do this instead of study for my exams :) )! so, when it came to bruce’s death i wanted to do one scene/moment that kinda encapulasted all the emotions happening etc., and i’m assuming u meant in terms of my lil reverse robin au with jason being the oldest (i really should make this a series lol) so yeah, please enjoy and this legit was churned out at 2:04AM on the dot so yk its s h i t

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It was the soft snoring that had tipped Jason off.

The sound slowly flowed through the winds and slipped into his ears, as he went from rooftop to rooftop, as he scoured closer to Wayne Manor. He had avoided his old ‘home’ like the plague, a plague so dark and twisted it could infect him by only a glance but for some reason he felt almost obligated to get at least one check or look.

Maybe, it was the off handed disparaging comment that Dick had made in patrol under this breath after settling a crime scene a little too close to Jason’s turf that no one had caught except him that was yanking his unwilling body to just check that everything was fucking peachy. It was just a check. He would be in and out with minimal harm done and no one would even have to see him, and he could quell this annoying little voice creaking on about how much he has failed Dick, blathering on and on about his so many shortcomings when it came to him.

He hadn’t exactly expected to find Dick curled in his civvies up on an old nook by one of the gargoyles perched on the roof and snoring away. It was a spot they had haunted a lot in their youth, and Dick would insist on pulling Jason out of the warm confines of his bed just to watch the sun come up from that very spot. Jason would moan and complain about it for a while but once he saw the iridescent sheen of the blazing sun rearing it’s head on the horizon, he would clamp his mouth shut to enjoy the view.

He examined Dick critically and weighed his odds objectively as he inched closer, each thunk of his boots a calculated risk he was annoyingly choosing to take. Dick was clearly safe in some capacity and if the little brats down below couldn’t find him they would eventually try the roof, so Jason couldn’t exactly pinpoint the reason why he was still moving closer, tense but still moving. It was almost like a snake, slithering forward with its defences high as it keeps itself on edge for any sudden movements.

He would’ve left. Jason was going to leave, he had already eased his fragile conscience as it was, and he knew that Dick wasn’t in any life threatening danger, (Unless the danger was Jason himself), but it wasn’t until he was close enough to cock his head to the side a bit to get a better angle on Dick’s face, when he stopped in his tracks.

Little tear tracks, almost vein like, had stained Dick’s cheeks. They weren’t even all that noticeable, but the sheer existence of them at all was enough to make Jason just stop.

(He had always had a hard time ignoring Dick’s tears, hadn’t he? When Dick would sprain an ankle, or get even the mildest of all mild concussions, and his eyes began to get this glassy sheen while he desperately tried to hide them, Jason would be unable to leave his side. He had almost sworn himself into the duty of making sure Dick didn’t cry. Oh, how fate fiddles with its toys.)

Swallowing hard, Jason’s eyes flickered around, doing one last sweep of his surroundings. He sighed, attaching his gun to the holster around his waist and crouched down on the balls of his feet next to Dick. He fucking despised how Dick almost realized he was next to him, and shifted his position. Leaning his head onto Jason’s shins.

Jason knew enough to keep his connection with Dick as thin as he possibly could, but he was too selfish to let it burn to the ground like all the countless bridges he had torched and scorned at. Knowledgeable enough to distance but too selfish to leave.

What a fucking motto that was.

Jason took yet another shaky sigh, a lot more haggard this time, as he rubbed his hands over the smooth material of his helmet. It grounded him, for a slip of a moment, as he tried to avert his eyes from Dick’s form that was rising and falling slowly. Every time he glanced over, he managed to find something else he hated.

The dark circles making stark holes under his eyes.

The pinched look pulling at his features.

Those stupid fucking tear stains that were just screeching at Jason.

(“Batman just saves everyone, doesn’t he?”)

The fact that everytime Jason blinked, an eerily green shade would overtake his vision, leaving the form next to him shifting and contorting between the man next to him and the little twelve year old he had left behind. Scorched in the flames of Jason’s symphony.

Jason fumbled to release himself from his helmet, as his mind played catch up woth his thoughts and he ignored the pulling at his chest. He shoved the helmet off as it fizzed away, and threw his head back to take clumsy gulps of air. The putrid smell of rotting flesh mixed with dirt was ripping through him, but he pushed it aside. As he always did.

You just couldn’t fucking leave, Todd. Why the fuck couldn’t you just leave, huh? Ironic, wasn’t it? You keep demanding people realize you’re a different creature from what you once were, yet you can barely differentiate between your twelve year old brother and the man whose morphed into everything you fucking hate. Why? Why are you here? Move. Move. Get up. Get the fuck up, Tod-.

“Y’know? You are such an asshole,” Jason croaked softly, shifting his eyes to see if Dick stirred but to no response.

“I know you don’t want this. I know that, so why are you still against m—,” Jason ran a hand through his hair and tugged at his roots slightly, “Batman saves everyone, huh? He doesn’t save you though, does he? No ones here to catch you when you fall anymore, and now you’re crying on a fucking roof.”

He curled his hands around his roots tighter, feeling the pull of his skin prickle at his mind, “You’re setting a bad example, Dick. What will your dearest little brats think about this performance? He never pulled shit like this. You know that, though. I know you do. That’s why you’re doing it in a little secret spot so that you can turn yourself around, and give that stupid smile that no one believes anyways. I always thought you were a little less predictable then that. I overestimated, clearly.”

Jason resolved to stare at the drying splatters of blood that adorned the soles of his shoes. He bit down the churning of acids in his stomach, a feeble attempt of his conscience to make him feel like shit. He had overestimated. He had. Dick wasn’t fucking better, it didn’t matter that he had tried to smother the Joker in an adrenaline high, because he was still as useless as Bruce. Jason was effective, he got shit done that no one else had the stomach to do and that was fine. He had far gotten over his pleading desire for Batman to avenge him, it was a fallacy of the boy who had become a rotting carcass under the confines of wood and shattering bones. Jason has become far more attuned to the reality of his situation, not the fallacy.

As the moon revealed itself from behind a long string of clouds, Jason once again glanced down at Dick. He snorted softly, as he saw a certain gleam in Dick’s waves of hair.

“God, do you still use that same pomade? I swear you got an allergy from that, did you not? Anyways it still fucking reeks, so you better take that shit off.”

Jason allowed himself to slowly unfurl his hands from almost tanking out tufts of his hair, as he felt the tightly wound rope around his chest unwind ever so slowly.

“Grayson? Grayson!”

The shrill tilt of a voice shoved Jason back into reality, and he was already setting his helmet into place, with his line soaring across the sky to another building. He cast a fleeting look at Dick, before he soared off into the sky before the little boy dressed in a jalabiya got the chance to peak his head into the little flap leading up to the roof.

Fin

(P.S. It really hadn’t been Jason’s ideal Friday night, by any means necessary. He had envisioned himself finally finishing Little Women, and being able to devour the next book that had ‘mysteriously’ shown by his door. Instead, he was roped into watching Miracle on 34th Street with a particular blue bird perched on the floor by his couch.

Bryon has just been complaining to Kris about his failed proposal attempt with Susan, when Jason caught onto the sound of soft breathing with a hint of a snore. He pushed himself out of his previous position, and peered down to find Dick slumped on the floor with his head resting on the side of Jason’s legs. He sighed, his lips twitching upwards as he didn’t dare move his legs from their spot.

He stretched his arms out out, to reach for both his book that was on the old coffee table as well as the remote. He smacked the end of the remote a few times, and slowly lowered the volume on the TV. (Dick had once told him he never really liked sleeping in complete silence, it bothered him to some extent). He then flipped to the page he had stopped on, slowly pulling out an old but pristine bookmark that Jason and Bruce had made once, and gently placed it next to him. He leaned back, resting his aching back as his eyes flickered over the words of the novel, all the more aware of the presence by his feet but he found himself not minding all that much. He knew this kind of calming bliss was only temporary with the ‘clan’ they had but he savoured it with all he had.

...The children are regular archangels, and I-well, I’m Jo, and never shall be anything else. Oh, I must tell you that I came near having a quarrel with Laurie...(P.267 of Little Women.)

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SOOO THATS IT THIS TOOK SO MUCH LONGER THAN I WANTED I AM SO SORRY! i’m pretty pleased with how it turned out and even though it’s not a series of hc’s per say i wanted to kinda encapsulate everything yk? also damian wears a jalabiya please let this child be connected to his culture for my sanity and his (my little egyptian-canadian ass needs this o k?) also my plan is to do a lil christmas fic with bruce and dick but u h h i have shitty time management skills lEMME TELL UUU I STILL HAVE WAY TOO MUCH UNFINISHED SHIT IN AO3 T-T BUT ANWAYS THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS WAS HELLA FUN TO DO :)!!

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mattzerella-sticks · 5 years ago

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The Silver Lining, Destiel Christmas/Hospital fic

Castiel expected to have a regular Christmas, the same he's had for all his life. Spent with family, exchanging presents and good cheer. Basking in the warmth of unconditional love. However, a twist of fate and a prank gone wrong leads him to experiencing a few new firsts.

His first trip to a hospital.

His first Christmas celebrated in a different location.

His first meeting with a certain man, suffering from a horrible case of food poisoning.

Of the three, he hopes the third is the first of many, many more. Is their encounter as rare as a Christmas miracle, or is it the gift that keeps on giving?

Cold. Wind races past his collar and sends shivers down his spine. “Stupid Gabriel,” he growls, shuffling the ladder until it aligns securely against his house. Castiel huffs a foggy breath over his trembling hands, rubbing them together for warmth. “How he can see tangled lights in this weather…”

Snow buffets him on his way up, Castiel pausing at times so he won’t fall off. Halfway up the ladder, Castiel’s common sense tugs at his nerves. Warns him from moving any further in fear of endangering himself. But then Gabriel pops in and strangles the thought, gratingly reminding him that decorations need to be perfect so close to Christmas. “It’ll only take me a second anyway,” he says, climbing another rung, “In and out.”

He reaches the roof, gripping the edges for balance. Squinting, Castiel scans the decorations amassed for the error Gabriel saw. Neck straining from the effort. Finding no fault in the perimeter Castiel checks the larger display. Leans further onto the roof and blindly gropes for Santa and his sleigh of reindeer. His hand slides around a hoof and Castiel squeezes it, smiling.

Suddenly a window rushes open, slamming. Castiel flinches, the ladder teetering underneath. “What? No, no -”

“Merry Christmas Cassie!”

“ No !”

Castiel falls, plastic and metal scraping across his roof and drowning out his screams. Before he hits the ground, Castiel sees Rudolph flying into a nosedive. Hurdling closer until the reindeer is all he sees. He blinks, and the world fades.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tentatively, Castiel opens his eyes. Fights against the ten pound weights stretched across his face to re-enter consciousness. He groans, first from the overly bright lights shining above him and next because of a dull ache biting into his side. Castiel tries to rub his eyes, except he can barely find the strength to do so.

“Well… look who finally decided to join the party,” a voice drawls from the left, “It’s about time, really.” It takes too much effort for Castiel to turn his head so few inches. He scrapes together the energy and, in the process, answers important questions knocking around his head.

Like where was he? A hospital, no doubt, given the sterile white walls and medical equipment lying around. And the hanging television playing holiday reruns of, ironically, Doctor Sexy. Unfortunately his smolder doesn’t evoke any of the warmth and comfort it usually does. Pain takes prominence, especially when he moves. Castiel cannot glimpse the damage, but the amount radiating from his right worries him. What he can view are tubes criss-crossing around him and the sickly man hunched over the bed to his left: the owner of the voice. In need of a distraction, he focuses on him.

He watches Castiel with curiosity and tired amusement etched into his features. Pallored skin glistening with sweat, each freckle prominently on display like stars above a city suffering a blackout. The man wears a similar dressing gown to Castiel’s, accessorized with a bucket clutched tightly in his lap. “Hey,” he says, lips trembling, “you feeling okay?”

“I feel like shit.” Castiel’s gravelly voice sounds more so from disuse, croaking the reply. The other man chuckles from nearby, agreeing with his amateur diagnosis. Laughter becomes hacking, and his face disappears into the bucket for a moment. When the echoing coughs stop, the other man emerges. Castiel continues, “How long…?”

“Not sure,” he shrugs, “I was rolled in earlier because they had nowhere else to place me…”

“Place…?”

“There’s not really a wing for food poisoning victims,” the other man explains, “they had to stick me where they could.”

Castiel skews his head to the side, stuffing it further into the pillow. “Food poisoning? You’re in the hospital… for that?”

He glares at him, wrapping his arms tighter around the bucket. IV scooting closer from being tugged. “Listen, pal, I didn’t think I had to be here either. But apparently I’ve got the white blood cell count of a newborn so… here I am.” His head falls back into the bucket. “Be lucky you missed the massive crap volcano that erupted out of my colon.”

“I doubt it was because of luck…”

“True,” his roommate sighs, rising from the bucket once more, “being under for most of it was more drugs than luck. Kind of grateful, though, because then you didn’t hear me yell, grunt, and curse throughout it all… Until…” He blanches, fingers dipping past the rim, “until I just told you.”

Castiel arches a brow, smirking. “Why did you?”

“Because I had no one to talk to this whole time and I hate silence,” he tells him, “Been narrating the past few lonely hours.”

“You’re… not tired?”

“Too nauseous to sleep, really.”

“Even after all that shitting?”

The man rolls his eyes, feet kicking freely underneath him. “It was some pretty rotten eggnog,” he says, “and Sammy promised that vegan crap was all kosher… didn’t see him or Eileen drinking any.”

A little bit of energy jumps into Castiel as he digests the tidbit of information. “Vegan eggnog put you in here?”

“Vegan eggnog and a bad case of the flu,” he defends, “I’m usually made of stronger stuff.”

“So am I,” Castiel says, “Hardly ever sick… once my entire family got bogged down by a nasty virus and I was the only one who managed to remain healthy. Was their nurse for an entire month… schlepping from one house to the next making sure they were feeling better.”

“Then I guess they can return the favor,” his roommate offers, “especially since what happened to you trumps any cold.”

Castiel’s good mood dips low, and his body sags with the reminder of their situation. “Right,” he says, “Uh… exactly what happened to me?”

The man pauses, grin slipping into a tiny frown. “You mean you don’t know? Or… remember?”

“Remember what?”

“Hell I doubt I’d ever be able to forget if that happened to me…”

“What are you talking -” Castiel chokes, dam bursting and the memories flooding over him. He shivers immediately, hospital gone and replaced with the blustery winds from outside his house. Snow falling in clumps from above, doing their best to bury him. Already he thought a blanket of white crushed his chest.

Then Hannah’s face pops into view. Scared, speaking in a way that Castiel cannot fully understand. She’s on the phone, gibberish grating to his ears. So he lolls his head to the side and watches his other sister, Anna, shove at Gabriel with a monstrous expression on her face. The one she wore when it meant their brother dug a hole so deep he couldn’t climb out of it. He remembers smiling, a few of the words cutting through the ringing in his ears to reach his brain. ‘Idiot’, ‘thinking’, ‘killed’, and ‘prank’ are all he heard.

Nearby the burgeoning fight, his friend Kelly tries her best to talk to Jack. Castiel’s nephew won’t tear his eyes away from him. Lazily he shooed him off, trying his best to help. That only brought more focus onto him.

“No, Castiel,” Hannah said, clear for the first time. She wrangled his arms to the ground with haggard breaths. “Keep them lowered to stem the blood flow.”

“Blood flow?” he asked, “What do you mean, blood -”

Blood. So much of it, trickling from where an antler punctured his side.What he thought was snow revealed itself as the broken figure of the reindeer that fell from Santa’s sleigh alongside him.

Face intact, torn from the body at the neck, its black, plastic eyes trapped him. Made it impossible to look away. Even when the paramedics finally arrived and began asking him questions, he answered in a daze. When they removed the decoration, Castiel followed the head with his own until it disappeared from sight.

The next sequence of events plays in pieces. Being patched and carried into the ambulance, Hannah choosing to go with him. Her answering questions for him. Any allergies? Only to shellfish. Medical history? Until now, spotless. The calm, automatic doors at the hospital that betray the urgency of any situation. Doctors and nurses in festive gear descending and doing their best. A prick in his arm and the fuzzying of his senses.

Waking up in a strange room, with a stranger affected by serious food poisoning who has gotten up and leans way too close.

“...come on man, I’m so sorry,” he says, “I thought you knew. I didn’t know - when I asked she said you should be fine. They fixed you up really good, able to save the kidney -”

“My kidney?” Castiel gasps, “It… it hit my kidney?”

“Punctured it in three different parts,” the man tells him, “all clean entries, plastic intact, so no serious problems.”

His mind recovers from the panic, gripping onto the facts presented like a crutch. Thankful for the assurance, but also curious. “How do you know this?”

His roommate’s face shifts from pale to deliriously red, and he shuffles a few steps back. “I… I kinda asked the nurse when she came to check on me?” he winces, “you were still out cold and… there’s nothing really on TV except Christmas specials. If you ask me the last thing I want to be reminded of is Christmas while I’m stuck here…”

Dosed again with a bruising reminder, Castiel finds his injuries doubling and heart plummeting. “Stuck in the hospital on Christmas… it is Christmas, right?”

“Well…” the other man shrugs, “almost. It’s Christmas Eve, but in a few hours…”

“So I’ve been out for an entire day?”

“Seems like it. At least you’re up, from how the nurse put it you were going to be under for awhile - at least until after the holidays.”

Castiel scoffs, “A Christmas miracle…”

“Hey, could be worse.”

“How?”

“Imagine waking up alone,” the man says, squeezing his shoulder, “without this handsome face to greet you.” He winks, charm sparking like a flickering lighter. One that fails easily since a disturbing gurgle cuts through and makes his flirty expression shift into disease. Flies away from Castiel towards the bucket on his bed and bends over it, exposing the festive boxers hidden under his gown. While aware of what his roommate does, it can’t dull the warmth caused from his wink nor the sight of his shapely snowflake-covered ass.

Castiel squeezes the blanket, averting his gaze when the measured pace of the heart monitor picks up slightly. Careful not to disturb the tube he’s sure is lodged to help him pee. Measures his breaths and thinks of horrid things to stem the blood and direct it elsewhere.

Finished, the other man flips and wipes at his mouth. “Here I thought there was nothing left in me,” he gasps, “Sorry you had to see me like that.”

He shrugs, cheeks burning. “You needn’t apologize, you couldn’t help it.”

“Yeah… but I mean, I at least know the names of the guys who I ralph in front of.”

“You mean you didn’t ask for my name when you did my medical history?” His roommate stumbles slightly, tripping over his words in a rush to defend himself. Castiel savors the brief awkwardness before paving over it. “Castiel. My name’s Castiel.”

“Castiel?” The man’s eyes gloss over while processing the name, a look Castiel was oft familiar with.

“It’s… not the most common of names,” he grins wryly, “My father named me - and all my siblings - after characters from his favorite book.”

“What books was that?”

“The Bible.”

Nodding, his roommate drums his fingers against the bucket. A different sound since it’s slightly full. “I mean, it is a good book. The good book.”

"Exactly."

Silence drifts over while they awkwardly bait the other to continue the conversation. Castiel wins, patience one of his virtues. Not the first he waited someone out, and it won't be the last. “So was he one of those religious guys?” he asks, tapping the form of a cross, “Or a… religious guy ?” The balled fists stacked on top of each other, like holding a sign, is easy to interpret.

“Neither,” Castiel tells him, “he got wrapped up in this cult when he was younger, the one Rose McGowan was a part of. When he finally left, he didn’t really give up on the faith. And… well, he already named half my siblings after angels. It’d be stranger if he stopped after Anael -”

“Anael?”

“She found a workaround,” he says, “Anna. Better than my brother Lucifer who chooses to go by his full name. The only one who lucked out was Hannah who got the most normal name of my siblings. Why he couldn’t do the same for me I’ll never know.”

“Hey, Castiel’s a cool name… bet the angel you were named after was a badass,” his roommate smirks, “ I was named after my grandmother, Deanna.”

“So your name’s Deanna?”

“ Dean ,” he purrs, the name curling perfectly under his lips. Teeth flashing in a suggestive manner like its done probably hundreds of times in the past. “Dean Winchester.”

“Well,” Castiel mirrors his expression, “it’s nice to officially meet you, Dean Winchester .”

Dean wiggles his bucket, bowing slightly. “Likewise, Castiel…”

“...Shurley -”

“Shurley. Castiel Shurley, right right right.”

He giggles, enjoying the full body production Dean performs. Attempting a casual facade, crossing one leg over the other while he leans on one hand. The other firing an imaginary bullet from his finger gun. Except he forgets the hand leaning was perched on the bucket, and Dean starts tipping. Vomit sloshes inside the bucket and, after precarious teetering from both parties, both Dean and his bucket remain standing. No mess, but tons of stress.

“Any chance you can pretend that didn’t happen?” Dean asks.

Castiel shakes his head. “Trust me, Dean, on the list of embarrassing things you’ve done tonight this hardly ranks in the top ten.”

“Well shit,” Dean sighs, hopping up onto his bed, “At least it means I can’t make anything worse.”

“The night’s still young…”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cas.”

They laugh, only stopping when the pain in Castiel’s side nastily barges in on their merriment. Reminds him why he and Dean met in the first place. He hisses, vision blackening for a moment. When it returns, Dean is perched on the edge of his bed with worry. “Dean -”

“Are you okay?”

Castiel tries to reassure Dean he’s fine, but another current of pain shocks him. His knees buck up and the heart monitor beeps too loudly and the injured side feels like a meteor burning up in the atmosphere on its path towards crashing into the Earth. Sweat pours down his forehead and his limbs twitch in aborted movements. Dancing like a marionette, controlled by the intolerable cramping.

Minutes flash by like pages from a comic book. A cool touch brushes against his head, drawing one eye open. Its Dean. He appears calm while speaking to Castiel, but the fear is evident in his shiny eyes and trembling lips. In the throes of his pain it plants a seed of comfort, and he focuses on tending to that while dealing with it all.

Then someone rushes in, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum flooring. She removes Dean from view, taking up space and asking questions Castiel cannot answer. When it’s apparent, she switches tactics and scans his station. Finding what she needs, his savior calls to another person who was waiting by the door.

They dip into the hallway, returning moments later with a full bag of clear liquid. The woman who first ran in takes it from the one who brought it, fiddling above Castiel and out of sight. When she crosses his gaze again the full bag is empty. She shoves it into the hands of the nurse. Barks a terse sentence and orders her out.

Time returns to its normal pacing while Castiel’s body melts into the bed and the pain recedes into nothingness. His mind sharpens into awareness briefly and then dulls considerably with each second.

“Is this okay Mr. Shurley?” she asks, pressing around his wound, “Are you feeling anything at all?”

Castiel giggles, her actions tickling the focal point of his trauma. “Not a thing.”

“Perfect,” she sighs, flicking the full bag hanging from the stand in front of her. “So sorry that you had to experience that. A nurse should’ve been by to swap your morphine drip hours ago.”

“My morphine…?”

“Yes, your drugs,” she tells him, smirking, “what’s making it possible for you and I to have a conversation where you can contribute freely instead of in panted moans and grunts.”

Another round of laughter forces its way from his chest and makes his cheeks stretch awfully far. “I like morphine,” he says, “Can I take it home with me?”

“If only it wasn’t highly addicting,” she sighs, swiping at his nose with her finger, “Unfortunately no, but at least you won’t be leaving us so soon you’ll have to give it up right away.”

“Awesome...”

“If that’s all.” She nods, turning to Dean. “Thank you for paging me, it could’ve been much worse had he been alone.”

Dean sags against his bed, grin as large as Castiel’s. “Makes this food poisoning worth it, Doc Masters.”

“Silver lining to everything,” Masters winks. The doctor waves farewell, paying extra attention to Castiel. “Sweet dreams, Mr. Shurley.”

“Bye bye…” Castiel says, head lolling towards Dean, “What did she mean by that?”

“By what?”

“Sweet dreams?” he slurs, “Does she think I’m going to fall asleep?”

Dean’s expression softens, and he drifts closer to Castiel once more. “Yeah, you will. Morphine’s already pumping strong… shouldn’t be long until you’re back under and I’m… I am alone again .”

“ No ,” Castiel whines, throwing a tantrum. Not a good one since his limbs fly without his input, wiggling like jelly. “I don’t want to go to sleep.” Dean calms him, guiding his wrists to the bed.

“You don’t have a choice in it, Cas,” he says, “but… it’s nice to hear you want to stay with me.”

He agrees with Dean, heating up again in a delightful way. “You’re very nice… even if you throw up a lot and can’t handle vegan eggnog.”

Dean scoffs, “I can handle it, when it’s made well. But it’s not my first choice. Give me meat any day.”

“I love meat.”

“We have that in common, then.”

“Do we?” Castiel asks, skewing his head to the side, “You enjoy intercourse with two penises or more, too?”

He chokes, grip on Castiel’s wrists wilting. Dean gapes at him, color draining from his face for an entirely different reason.

In the seconds between his outburst and Dean’s answer, Castiel mulls over what he said. Clarity shines through his foggy mind and he realizes how personal a question he asked his roommate, a practical stranger. His high fades under the sweltering self-consciousness, Dean’s proximity less intoxicating and more anxiety-inducing.

His heart monitor either beeps too fast or not at all since he can’t tell if the ringing in his ears is from it or borne from the screams he refuses to release.

Thankfully Dean starts talking, and the voice inside silences. “I… I’ve never had the opportunity for more… my experience cuts off after two.”

The fuzziness resurfaces with a vengeance, strengthened by Dean’s answer. Caught off guard, Castiel hums. “Oh, well… it’s fun. But, also difficult.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Are you interested in leveling up your experience?”

“Actually,” Dean’s gaze dips towards Castiel’s lips, trailing up to his eyes slowly. “I’m… I’m more of a two-dick guy. Mine and… I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” Castiel frowns, “that’s depressing.”

Dean laughs like a sad, twinkling bell. “Yeah, it sucks not knowing which other dick you want your dick to spend the rest of your life rubbing up against.”

Castiel nods, “Even more when you’re the only one without a second dick or a vagina to love you unconditionally. And no matter how successful your life is your family looks at you like an awkward throw pillow. They don’t know what to do with it or where to put it.”

“Exactly how it feels,” Dean says, “I… it’s not easy being lonely. Especially around this time of year.”

“But we’re not lonely,” he tells him, “we have each other.”

“That we do Cas… that we do.”

Potential sparks to life in Dean’s eyes, fascinating Castiel. He stares intently into them, watching the verdant fields in the other man’s gaze burn. No intention in calling the fire department to douse the inferno. Castiel wants to watch it forever.

Every blink becomes heavier, harder to remain open with the weights sliding across his eyes. “I don’t want to go to sleep.”

“You need to,” Dean says, “so you can get better.”

“But won’t you be alone again?”

“Nah,” Dean smirks, “it’s like you said. We have each other.”

“Good.” Castiel yawns, stretching far enough his toes peek past the blanket. “I… I really think I should go to sleep now.”

Dean agrees, peeling himself off of Castiel. He shivers with his absence. Castiel stops fighting against the morphine and allows it to drag him into unconsciousness. Dean’s face the last thing he sees when his eyes shut for good.

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When Castiel wakes up again, he’s surrounded. His family sit on an assembled pile of chairs, chatting in festive gear while he stumbles into awareness.

Jack notices first, clapping on his mother’s lap and smiling with missing teeth. “Uncle Cas! Uncle Cas!”

Conversation stalls, and every face in the room turns to him. He smiles weakly, waving his hand off the bed as far as he can. “Hi,” he croaks, “how’s everyone doing?”

Gabriel laughs tiredly, scrubbing at his face. “Shived by Rudolph and he’s still thinking about others. Doesn’t that just jolly your holly -”

“Zip it Gabriel,” Anna whacks his chest, “you more than anyone else don’t get to make jokes about this.”

“Oh come on!” he cries, “The doctor said it was a non-threatening injury!”

“Because we called the paramedics,” she says, “and, by luck , your dumb prank only managed to cost him a kidney.”

“Not even! They said it would heal -”

“Guys!” Hannah interrupts their bickering, “Can you save it for later? Maybe after Castiel tells us how he feels?”

Reminded of his presence, his brother and sister sheepishly offer apologies. Castiel forgives them easily, especially his brother. “While it was stupid, I’m not dead.”

“Glad to hear it -”

“But,” Castiel continues, smirking, “I do expect a lot of attention and care… just because I’m willing to forgive doesn’t mean it’s easy to forget. Or move… or pee, I’m guessing.”

Gabriel huffs, crossing his arms. “Should’ve seen this coming.”

“Oh be glad,” Kelly says, “out of everything that could’ve happened, this is the best you could ask for.”

He relents, accepting his fate for the present. Satisfied, Castiel relaxes in bed while conversation resurges. This time filling him in on what happened while he was stuck in the hospital. From muted celebration on the Eve to a rapid exchange of presents in his house so they could arrive when visiting hours started.

“We might have left a few to open when you came home,” Anna admits, “So you didn’t miss all the fun.”

“Thank you…” Castiel holds his tongue, preferring the others to continue without his input. Finds comfort in how bright and cheerful the room feels with their presence. Reminded of a similar feeling, adjacent to the one overtaking his heart, Castiel looks to the other side of the room.

Only Dean’s bed is neat and empty. Not even the bucket was there.

“Wait,” he says, “where’s Dean?”

“What?” Gabriel asks, following his gaze, “Oh? Is that who that was? Didn’t know you got so chummy with your roommate, Cassie.”

“Where is he?”

“He left,” Anna shrugs, “Doctors came in an hour after we arrived to give him the news he was free to go.”

“And he left with this giant of a man!” his brother says, “it was terrifying, truly, seeing someone that massive.”

“He was really cool, Uncle Cassie!” Jack says, bouncing, “He bought me a candy bar!”

Kelly sighs, trying to contain Jack’s energy. “So nice of him…”

“So that’s it?” Castiel asks, frowning, “he just… left?”

Hannah reaches across and squeezes his hand, mirroring him. “There wasn’t any reason for him to stay longer, Castiel.”

He deflates at his sister’s care, her good intentions like a needle to his ballooning happiness. Castiel sighs, tugging his hand free of her hold and folding it over his stomach. “Yes, I… I guess he didn’t.”

No one dare speak, the adults in the room trying to process how Castiel’s mood shifted. His usual defense, to cover disappointment with a carefully constructed mask, doesn’t rise up inside. Whether from the remaining morphine swimming in his system or overall tiredness, Castiel prefers allowing his feelings to play freely across his face.

Memories from last night are fuzzy, but he remembers the important things. How friendly Dean was, and caring. Comforting him when it wasn’t necessary, when he had his own troubles to deal with. The possibility he represented, created thanks to the unguarded confessions brought about by drugs.

He’s drawn from his memories of Dean’s smile by a knock on the door.

Doctor Masters stands there, a smile on her face and a stuffed bear in her hands. Castiel squints at the gift, a heart in its paws and a Santa cap on its head.

“Why hello there Mr. Shurley,” she says, stepping into the room, “glad to see you’re awake again. And not in pain.”

“Thank you,” he says, “I… Am I going to be in pain again?”

She shrugs, “Not likely. I checked up on you an hour after we switched your drip to make sure it was all okay. Got to talking with your roommate and he said you were doing fine until the pain became too much to bear. So I’ve decided to start weaning you off the good stuff, and giving you enough to not feel much but still be present.”

His face softens. “Exactly what I want.”

“Speaking of presents…” she smirks, fiddling with the bear, “someone asked me to give this to you once you woke up.”

Gabriel immediately teases him, shaking his shoulder. “Cassie, you sly dog. Did someone ‘While You Were Sleeping’ you?”

“I, I don’t -”

“Why don’t I leave this here, and you can process it without me,” Doctor Masters says. She places the bear on his lap, walking towards the exit. “I’m only the messenger. Besides, there’s a lot more people in this hospital besides you.”

He misses her goodbyes, examining the bear. Studies details like the red and white scarf wrapped around its neck and the poof ball at the end of its hat is shaped like a plus sign. The red heart has a message on its surface, ‘Get Better Soon’, and one between it and the bear.

A white envelope, easily lost in the white fur of the bear. Castiel frees it, giving the bear to a waiting Jack. He reads the name on the front and his stomach flutters with butterflies emerging from their cocoon.

CAS

“Well,” Anna urges him, “you gonna read it or what?”

Flipping it around, he sees the envelope is barely held together by a piece of scotch tape. It opens with no trouble, the card slipping out and into his hand.

The cover has a replica of the bear drawn on, holding its heart forward. Words tattooed to the heart in the stuffed animal balloon to the top of the cover, taking up a lot of the tundra scenery.

Castiel passes it, more interested in what’s written inside.

Dear Cas ,

Merry Christmas! I wish I could be there to see you wake up, but I know today is supposed to be spent with family.

Thank God it’s only one day a year.

If you want to meet during any of the other three-hundred, sixty four, here’s my number. I hope you call, because I think I’ve found the second penis I want to spend the rest of my life with .

He closes the card, dragging it to his face to hide the blush and skin-splitting face threatening to add more definition to his chin. His behavior only fans the flames of his family’s intrigue, both Anna and Gabriel leaning too far forward in their seats.

“Well,” Anna starts, “who’s it from?”

Castiel waits for his face to cool, and then says, “It’s from a friend.”

“A friend ,” Gabriel chuckles, rolling his eyes, “Like we’ll believe that.”

“He is a friend!”

“He’s also a Christmas miracle!”

His family laughs, and Castiel finds himself joining. Too filled with joy to find their antics annoying. Instead he jokes alongside them and, when they’ve calmed down, explain the night’s events and his secret Santa. Counting down to when visiting hours end and he can make use of the number inside the card.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

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sorry to ask, but i saw u shared hc for the sick anon, im going thru a rough patch and ur fic rly cheered me up. Can i get some hcs as well?

this is how keith asks lance to marry him:

so we all know how from the beginning, from the moment things got resolved at the end of tnahp, that keith’s been upfront about never leaving lance. everyone knows he’s going to put a ring on that. he’s said it to lance’s face. “what else am i gonna do with you?”

it’s not until six years later that he actually does anything though. mostly bc of the war and the aftermath.

the team are in a meeting with the coalition, boring stuff, routine stuff, and the mind link is closed, bc sometimes keith and lance need breaks. he’s lucky that it was, though, because what happens next in his mind would’ve been enough to make lance fall out of his seat and ruin the meeting and coran would’ve killed them both lmao

lance is paying attention even though he looks just as bored as keith. diligent, as always. he’s even got a holoscreen projected, taking lazy notes. there are faint little sketches of the coalition members and the team. one is of shiro, snoring, comical Zs above his head. keith bites down on his cheek.

lance is twirling the pen in his left hand.

keith looks at that and thinks, loud and clear, there should be a ring on his finger.

he sits back.

huh.

it should be a surprise, he decides after a quiet minute. lance deserves that. it should be at the right moment, the right words, the right place. it should be soft and genuine and such a sweet shock that it takes lance seconds to reply. it should make his blue eyes fill with tears, it should make him curl into a ball before keith, who’ll still be kneeling, ring box open and laughing at him because wow, that’s nice reaction, lance. it should be a proposal so perfect that it makes lance kind of mad, makes him shove keith, makes him pout that frustrated-loving-happy pout.

(bros, as a gay, this is kind of really fucking gay)

keith spends the rest of the meeting laying out proposal plans. lance gets exasperated when he finds out keith remembers nothing of the meeting. “dude, you--tell me again, who’s the leader of voltron, here?” “it’s allura.” “....okay, but who flies bl--”

and some people might ask, what’s the point, if you’re already levertan-married? if you’ve mind-linked and basically achieved the pinnacle of ‘joining hands in holy matrimony’?

keith’s answer would probably be something like ‘fuck off, i love him that’s why’

(ngl that’s hella romantic. no? just me?)

the long answer is that he knows lance is a romantic. that he really likes gestures of affection, that his face gets all rosy and he always tries to bite back his smiles, and he gets so pleased and flustered and also adorably angry every time keith does anything for him. keith’s in love with that. he goes absolutely dumb over making lance happy, he’s fucking obsessed with it. every neuron in keith’s stupid head is devoted to lance like 24/7.

(it’s a given that lance is the same, if not worse. how tf do they get anything done?)

plus, levertan-married doesn’t really mean the same as human-married.

so keith--somehow--manages to pull off thinking up proposal plans without closing the link, without lance knowing--maybe bc his thoughts are purposefully fragmented like ‘white chocolate? milk?’ or ‘speakers? mic?’ or ‘beach sand feels sandy’ and yes it sounds absolutely dumb but it’s clever because after a while lance tunes it out. though, at the beginning, it really fucking worried him because it sounded like keith was having a stroke LMAO

over the next couple months, keith steadily puts his plan together: get the ring, figure out what to say, speak to allura about detouring to earth for some r&r, speak to shiro about not fucking things up for keith because i know you’ll do that somehow shiro no are you serious of course you would you’re evil do you even remember that time i said no to inviting people for my fourteenth birthday and you did it anyway even though i was looking forward to just playing video games for the whole day??? i had to deal with james griffin in my goddamn house you ass--

the day keith asks, everything--surprisingly--goes really well? like suspiciously so. like keith’s really glad but he’s itching to reach for his knife by the end of it, bc he was prepared for shiro to have done sth by now.

but nah, keith and lance have a lovely day hanging out, doing activities keith planned and things lance spontaneously suggests. the weather is a perfect breezy, sunny day. when the sun sets they wordlessly head for the beach. lance chases keith though the surf. they throw clumps of wet sand at each other. keith hoists lance in his arms, listening to him yell as keith spins them around. lance picks him up and tosses him into the shallows, that fucking jerk. lance gets keith to forgive him. lance gives keith his shirt, goes half-naked for keith’s shivering form. ‘i’m going to get a cold,’ lance says. ‘and i’m not?’ keith snorts. they walk down the beach and lance tells him stories, pointing to this rock or that spot and saying oh i broke my arm there or dude i saved a baby turtle from a seagull that day and keith soaks it all up like he’s the sand and lance is the ocean waves, coming back to him every time.

lance hops onto a rock, demonstrating to keith how he used to pretend he was a sea prince looking for mermaids. the winds play with his hair, the setting sun brushing golden against his bare chest and the grin on his lips. like this, he’s a foot or two taller than keith.

keith gets down on one knee.

it’s lance’s fault that the ring box is damp, but he’s lucky this thing is olkari-made, because when keith opens it up, the ring shines just as bright as lance. almost as bright. it tries its best but keith really only has eyes for his soulmate.

keith says:

every day, i want to choose you. every day, i want to get to choose you. every day, growing up like i did, was spent learning what i needed to live, what food or drink or mantra was needed to make it another day alone. my body forced to me to focus on its needs, on the bare essentials. if i went a month without a caring touch, it didn’t matter, because it hadn’t killed me yet.

before i fell for you, i don’t think i knew what it meant to want. i never had a chance to think about it, a second to indulge. if i wanted a home, a family, it was a weakness, a distraction, and i couldn’t let myself admit it. so i never learned to want.

the only other thing that comes closest to what i feel for you is probably flying. it’s that addiction to diving through the clouds, it’s free-falling, it’s soaring with my heart in my throat. and even then, even now that i know you, it doesn’t quite compare. it’s a poor substitute.

in this world we exist in, where some force out there knows exactly what we need, who we need, it’s kind of a miracle that i still got to choose you. i’m glad i got the moments where it hurt to think of you, because i wanted you so bad i couldn’t stand not having you. i’m glad i got to slowly realize that you were everything to me, on my own time. it was my own conclusion, my own resolution to love you because you were you, and not because you were someone i was supposed to love. the universe kind of tricked us, but i think she meant well.

and now i know, that even in a world where soulmates didn’t exist....i know i’d still want you.

i want to want you, every day. i want to wake up wanting you, every day, fall asleep wanting you every night. i want to leave for missions wanting you, want to stay behind watching you go, wanting you to return faster than you can. i want you to want me, too. i want a ring on our fingers, reminding me that you do, that you feel the same and you always will.

i want to marry you, lance mcclain.

will you marry me?

#klance #tnahp #tiwlll #fuck what the fuck #what the actual fuck that's so romantic #can someone check my head for me i think keith possessed me #holy god #ummmmm #i don't know how to explain this i've literally never been in love sjdfhksdjf #?????????????????#anon i hope this helps you!!!!! ily 💖💖💖#ask #my writing #y'all i really think i need an exorcist....#keith [reaching thru 15 dimensions to wrap his hands around my neck and wring it]:#tell them why i love lance kogane-mcclain!!!!! tell them!!! fuck!!#Anonymous

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lachalaine · 6 years ago

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drabble . a hangover and two

disclaimer: emilia is jackie’s childhood best friend, and not necessarily the nicest person ever. if she seems excessively rude, it’s because she is. she’s got the biggest ego on the continent borne of being very, very rich and very, very spoiled, and rather just enjoys throwing her money and power around and being the most aggravating presence possible. she has her good sides as well ( just buried severely deep ). regardless, her main countenance is not the best. particularly, she is the type to walk over people if she deems them unworthy, and that’s almost everyone. it’s just the way she is and that’s that. pls keep that in mind if u read, thank you.

* this has talk of a one night stand and a copious amount of alcohol, please be warned thank u

She wasn’t the type to come around very often, and that much was true.

For how much she might have played a part in Jackie’s formative years, and for how much she’d loved to make her presence known when she was actually around ( so loud and so proud and so unapologetically annoyingly Emilia ) the truth of the matter was, the blonde only tended to slip her way out from whatever obscure part of the world she’d lazed her days about in when she’d finally deemed her esteemed attendance to be – well – most opportune, really.

Which in translation really just meant when her instincts were blasting clamorous and off key that Jackie was currently stuck in a most compromising position of which could not miss.

In this case –

“Why is there a very ugly stranger waiting for you outside your house?”

When she was flat out drunk and nursing a hangover. Apparently.

As you do.

Truth be told, the resonance of the blonde’s lilting accent was honestly enough to startle the plastered girl almost fully cognizant.

Perhaps the most terrible wakeup call ever, truly.

“Oh fuck.” And Jackie knew this script only far too well by now.

But she’d still fucking hated it, dammit. “No, please no, Emilia ---“ Incoherent mutterings of the most debilitated kind, the kind that might’ve made one almost pity her.

Almost.

She wasn’t really that lucky. “Why are you here?”

The smile her suffering brings to the blonde reeks of sheer delight.

And if that wasn’t a cause for concern - she didn’t know what was.

“Now, now – no need to sound so excited to see me, Dulcet. As knackered as you are –” A sharp cackle of amused laughter even as lacquered crimson lips stretched into an amused grin, long nails tugging teasingly at the thick comforter that hid her best friend from view, her viridian eyes alight with a shimmer that was perhaps only just a smidgen all too bright.

It only makes the DJ clutch the material around her just that much tighter.

If only she could sink into the fabric and never come back up again --- oh gods, please help her.

“You should have expected I would arrive sooner or later.”

Please.

The gods response?

No.

“Emi.” Jackie whines softly into her pillows, the most that she can manage when she feels so absolutely trashed. Even within the confines of her bed, from where she’d burrowed herself in like some kind of burrito – oh lords, it was too much. “Please, god forbid. Not today. I just had. The worst night. In the history of nights. Seriously, I feel like absolute shit and I could just – “

“Retch?” The echo of a loud and most obnoxious sound, much like air being sucked through an empty Starbucks straw. A Venti. Espresso Frappuccino. Non-fat but with extra chocolate syrup and a double helping of whipped cream. Sugar, sugar, sugar.

( jackie hated how much she’d remembered that even in the throes of her suffering, fuck her sideways, bloody hell )

…oh no. it was happening.

She wasn’t human enough for this.

Yet Emilia continued onwards with her litany much without pause. “Pass out? Die? Do tell which one it might be, darling, and I’ll either have a trash can or a funeral prepared for you either way. Alexander will take care of it, won’t you, love?”

“Of course, my lady.” The corresponding utterance of a subdued voice, most polite and most obedient. The kind that’d made Jackie deflate only that much further.

Between the both of them and their combined forces, she was turning into a soggy ass pancake. As expected. Business as usual, so you might say. “I can have a plot of land dug and prepared for Mademoiselle Jackie in the course of half an hour. Fifteen minutes, if urgently required.”

…well. That was a very promising response, first thing in the morning.

Somehow, she’s not at all aghast by it anymore.

What did that say of their friendship, truly?

She would hate to ask.

“…how did you even get in here?” She asks instead, tone most wary and uncertain, though somehow sounding already resigned to her fate. “I had the locks changed a month ago when I lost my keys, I could swear.”

The soft wiggle upon her bed, as the blonde made herself more comfortable. “Don’t underestimate my capabilities, Dulcet. I had a backup key made the very evening that you had it changed. Can’t have any barriers whilst getting into my protégé’s house. But, please, before you go on into all that personal boundaries speech and all that jazz – “ The female already cutting her off, even when she was still trying to make sense of the words, holy fucking shit. “Don’t try to change the subject.“ Another too loud sip, another clench of Jackie’s nails into the mattress in a bid for self-restraint, the sound of a doorbell ringing faintly off in the distance –

‘Why was this woman her best friend, goddess help her – ‘

“I ask again: why is there an ugly bloke of a man ringing your doorbell? And holding your knickers, of all things.”

--- that caught her attention.

“WHAT?” She was popping up from the covers like a jack in the box well before the uttered sentence could properly settle, and quite frankly, the expression on the Brit’s visage honestly couldn’t be anymore more pleased.

It was like the smile of a shark that’d smelled blood in the water.

Bingo.

And Jackie was whatever sorry son of a bitch sea lion that had gotten caught in its trap.

Shit.

“Ah – so you do actually possess mobile capabilities. Wouldn’t you wonder at that, Alexander? I am so amazed.”

The most playfully amused smirk even as red lips remained sealed around her straw, while her butler’s expression as he’d stared down at them both appeared as though it truly couldn’t be anymore blasé then it already was, really. His short response was just as annoying. “Yes, my lady. Much enthused, it is truly a miracle.”

why jackie ever bothered to put up with either of them, she would never know.

“Oh, screw you both!”

But she was down and shoving herself beneath the covers again without a second thought.

And yet her moment of weakness had been enough, as blonde so quickly reached out and grasped at the edgings of the covers with a steel grip, tearing it up and off her incapacitated victim with a dark grin. “I would say yes to that offer, love, but three is a crowd and you don’t swing that way the last I checked. Unless something’s changed, of which case I would say I am absolutely aghast that you would not tell me, but I trust you to fill me in on every little bit eventually.” A sassy wink, a relentless attack. Jackie would have no escape from her at this rate. Not if she’d had anything to say about it.

And truly. Emilia had a lot to say about everything, all the damn bloody time, Jesus Christ. It was like she never shut up.

( on her fucking grave, bitch. )

“At least, on anything of what I don’t already know about you, more or less. But we’ll talk about that later. We shift instead our discussion to today’s most important concern, of which case, I must say, you cheeky, cheeky girl –” She’d tittered, tossing her cup backwards and not even checking to see if Alex had caught it. She was fairly certain he would have, in any case.

Considering how often she threw things, his reflexes were superhuman at this rate, really. But anyway, as she was saying, back to the main point behind this visit -

Her best friend’s shitty life choices. Exhibit A, of which she’d practically crooned to the poor girl with an all too amused little giggle, the sound conspiratorial in every sense of the word as she’d leaned down, down, down, down, down –

“I really can’t believe you walked out without your knickers.”

Shit. Wait. What?

If the Brit was trying to give her a heart attack, it was working.

For as it was, all Jackie could seem to do was stare up at the ceiling with wide eyes filled with the most optimal amount of dread, and even she couldn’t deny the sudden and pervasive feeling of absolute doubt.

Her heart echoes a stuttered pulse within her chest, and her whisper when it resounds – is only but a mere breath. “...are you fucking serious right now?”

Emilia’s smile when it spreads – is damning. “Look out. The window~”

Jackie blinks. Jackie stares. Jackie is really, really, severely, absolutely and terribly uncertain.

But her heart is pounding at her to move. And she’s up. Up and suddenly rolling herself off the bed with naught but a little thump, where she hits the ground hard; and with a long suffering groan, and despite the unsteadiness ( and oh, she really was about ready to hurl, holy shit ), she’s up on her feet and wobbling her way half off towards the hallway without a second thought.

She stops on the landing, she works her way to the window, and with face pressed flat against the clear glass – she feels her heart drop.

And for the third time in a row this drabble ( or was it the fourth? fifth? who knows? ) –

Holy fucking shit.

“He has my underwear.”

Bad adult choices 101 – how not to have a one night stand, whoops.

“Mhm.” Emilia hums as she inches up against the window with her, looking all as though a pampered cat that’d acquired two villages worth of both cream and tuna. “Black and lacy and waving it up and down like the Union Jack. You do know how to choose them, darling. Your drunken decisions would haunt you. It’s fully on brand, I must say.”

Honestly, she’s not even sure how she would have managed to respond. Her soul was fast spiraling into an endless abyss at the proof of her negligence, and Jackie truly feared she was going to go down with it.

How had he even managed to figure out where she’d lived?

The despair of such notion only triples when the man finally halts his godforsaken doorbell ringing and chances a quick glance upwards – merely a moment, really – but Jackie only has just enough awareness left in her to grab the blonde by the shoulder and duck!

It’s far too late, of course.

“BABY!” His sudden screeching proves that point well enough, oh boy.

But she’s on her knees and digging her nails into Emilia’s shoulder before she can stand to even plan an alternative action otherwise, crap.

Is she having a heart attack? It certainly feels like it. And yet Emi, bless her soul, is far too amused to really fucking care.

Really, she’d lived for this, truly. Who else could you have found to be the embodiment of the protag of a rom-com without even trying?

She was so lucky.

Maybe.

“Provided you are done trying to claw a huge chunk of my shoulder off my body, perhaps we can discuss how you plan to take care of this before the paparazzi show up?”

The look Jackie grants her at that remark with seems to be all kinds of staggering, and the blonde almost feels a surge of pity.

Almost.

She wasn’t that type of person.

“Earth to Jackie. Oi bitch, wake up.” A short slap against her cheek, if only enough to snap her out of it.

If anything, all the stinging gesture manages to do is make her even more panicked.

Both hands quickly relegates to the Brits shoulders without nary a second thought, and even Emilia – in all her persistent amusement – muses if perhaps she might have gone just a wee bit too far off the edge this time.

Jackie’s whisper to her sounds like the beginnings trails of insanity. “You need to get rid of him.”

“BABY, MY LOVE, COME OUT PLEASE – “

Nani the fuck?

“Excuse me, you need me to get rid of that?” The look on her face was pure disdain etched into a picture. “Are you absolutely kidding me? The man sounds like a step away from being a desperate git, he hasn’t even said your name yet, which probably means he forgot it. I am not subjecting myself to that.”

“Emilia. Please.” The softness of her voice was not at all equal to the focused intensity of which laced her very being. “I need you to do this for me. On the love of our fucking friendship – “

“Oh god, Jackie.” The toss of her head, platinum blonde locks shifting with the movement as she’d waved the younger female away. “Don’t beg. You know that’s beneath you.”

Excuse her??

“Emi – I am so fucking plastered off my ass I am going to fucking puke on you. That man has my underwear, which means I made the walk home without them, and he knows where I live even though I’m pretty sure I had him passed out cold when I left this morning and I don’t remember telling him anything and with all due respect, I do not think anything is capable of being beneath me at the moment except my fucking grave.”

“Of which I can still have prepared in but a moment, Mademoiselle.” The short pipe up in the background wasn’t helping.

“Alex.” Sanity was evidently not a word in her vocabulary when Jackie finally looked up at him. “I will fucking slaughter you, do not test me.”

A short shrug, an almost amused nod. “As you wish.”

Her concentration shifts back down to viridian hues without missing a beat. “You need to take care of him. But be nice about it if you can. But just -- please. It is a need.”

“It is a need for you to calm down, that’s what you need. I did not fly here all the way from Bali to solve your boy troubles, Jackie. I merely flew here just to laugh at them --- eep!”

If mahogany hues could burn, then perhaps – the blonde mused - she would be on fire right now.

“Please.”

That was no longer a request.

Five minutes later, and she was finally opening the front door with a look upon her face that spoke quite distinctly of her absolute disdain.

If the poor man felt like he’d belonged more accurately squished at the bottom of her heel, it was honestly because he - quite very bluntly - did.

In her expert opinion, at least.

And she was an expert in all her opinions, but of course.

“Are you done ravaging the doorbell yet, you twit?”

The guy was American, and so he couldn’t quite understand the insult. But also, it appeared he didn’t take to context clues all too well.

That or he was evidently still hung over off his ass.

Whatever.

“Sorry, I just.” The male began, not actually having expected someone to open the door and yet already scrambling for words, perhaps not even having thought about his actual game plan before he’d come by. It certainly seemed to be the most logical explanation, really. He’d been driven to follow after the girl based on something inexplicable really, he’d just - “The DJ girl. Is she - is she here? I just wanted. To see her. She was gone this morning and I couldn’t find her and she didn’t give me her number and you know I had to ask – “

“She’s not available.” She cuts him off. A short response, a curt and both cutting stare.

How harsh, she hadn’t even let him finish.

“Not for the next half of a century, at least. But she will have her knickers back though, if you please. Thank you for bringing it.”

The laundry basket she’d kicked out towards him drilled in the fact that he wasn’t even worthy of an explanation beyond that.

He’d stared down at it, and then looked up, and then down again, and then up.

It was quite like watching a puppy really. Unfortunately -

She wasn’t much a fan of dogs.

The short cock of her head once more, as though that was answer enough. “Well put them in, won’t you? I don’t have all day.”

He was clutching at the piece of lingerie like it was his lifeline now.

‘How terribly depressing.’

“I – but – is she - really not here?” He’d asked, the words sounding almost stilted on his lips.

“No, she’s not.” The female drawled, already rolling her eyes in the picture of absolute irritation. “She’s gone, actually. Lying in a ditch somewhere and questioning her life choices, probably, but regardless, can you please?” Another light kick, a lowly uttered tut beneath her lips. “Put them in?”

Either the guy was slow or he was just very much attached to a woman he’d barely spent even five hours with, good god.

He still hadn’t let go of her underwear.

“But – are you sure? I saw her. People saw her. Come home. Her hair – “

Somewhere by the banister, Jackie was slamming her head against the wall and trying not to groan.

By the doorway, Emilia was heaving a long suffering sigh.

“She’s much a fan of violet, I will tell you that much. Anything that you think is her hair is literally just her couch, her bed sheets, her wallpaper and even her dishes. I’d give you a tour of her place but this isn’t a museum. So god for-fucking-bid – the underwear. Now.”

There must have been a spike to her tone, one that was sharp enough to make the man flinch.

But still. He tried.

“…can I wait for her? I’m sure – she’ll want to see me – after the night we had –“

Another shuddering knock from upstairs, the woes of a plastered woman cursing herself to the high heavens above. It was enough to make anyone look up.

Emilia didn’t even bother.

“Not a chance.” The female uttered, lyrical tone not even missing a beat. “In fact, I doubt she even remembers your name. Alcohol tends to do that to her, no offence. Which, I might ask – what is your name, by the way? For short term memories sake.” For it wasn’t so much that she’d cared, but it was always good to have this kind of information on hand for potential blackmail.

At the slightest glimpse of interest, at perhaps a chance to gain some form of entrance, the man puffed up his chest with a sharp nod. “Kale.”

A short stop. A loud screech. The perch of a thin and neatly trimmed brow.

She couldn’t quite believe this. “Kale?”

“Yes.”

“…like the vegetable?”

“…yes?”

Oh, he was far too proud for a man with a name like that.

“Say no more.” She’d waved him off, much like a woman ridding herself of flies. “Gods, she really must have been drunk off her arse last night. No matter. You can leave now, and never come back again. Drop the knickers or I’ll have my men take care of yours.”

Well – that hadn’t gone the way he’d expected it to.

“What?”

A roll of her eyes, a mere snap of her fingers. And before he knew it

--- there were three dudes boxing him in. Breathing down his neck. Intimidating him even by mere presence.

Had they been there the entire time?

It would certainly appear so.

They’d just learned all too well to be discreet until needed, that was all.

Suffice to say though, that at the very least – he’d dropped off the underwear without much trouble after that.

Yet Emilia, when she finally stalks her way upstairs, along the look of absolute disdain now directed at her wasted best friend sprawled out along the floor – she’d just had to ask, after all –

“You had sex with a man named Kale?”

As if Jackie’s heart wasn’t already due to give out on her. Of all the fucking things to care about - “Emilia, I swear to god – “

“I am so disappointed in you. Of all things. Kale. You couldn’t just fuck a bloody carrot. A zucchini. A cucumber. No, you go for fucking Kale instead. Jesus Christ, no wonder you hated it. Not to mention, you really need to rethink your strategy of not wearing wigs when you go out with plans to get fucked. Your bum is a sitting duck with these men, have you not realized that?”

Jackie doesn’t know she has it in her to answer the blonde at all anymore honestly. Perhaps she would have. Perhaps she would have not. Regardless, and without further ado, with no small amount of drama --

It appears she passes out. Right out of it. Just like that.

Boop.

To the slightest prod of a designer heel - there is no response. “-- is she dying, Alex?”

Said butler appeared as though he could only nod. “Perhaps, my lady. I cannot quite say – “ A low and most suffering groan emanated from the girl, and all too soon, he was quickly rethinking that thought. “It would certainly appear so.”

And for perhaps the first time that afternoon, the blonde doesn’t scoff. In fact, she doesn’t bother to do anything anymore but just release and all too heavy sigh.

“Hmm. Pity. Do pick her up then, I suppose.” The slight nod, even as she’d quickly turned on her heel and moved to make her way down the hall. “We’ll take care of the rest, as usual.”

“Shall I prepare the funeral then, my lady?” The servant had the gall to ask, already bending down to pick up the passed out female, cradling her in his arms much like one would handle overly precious cargo.

One that was lightly snoring and stunk of a distillery, at least.

How charming.

He didn’t mean that statement in sarcasm.

For all as ironic as it was, she really was as precious as they would come.

At least they would think so, really.

“Hardly, Alex. We’ll bother with her funeral only after we prepare her bath. The bloody girl is still as hopeless a turtle as ever, wouldn’t you say? All these years and she’s still the same absolute mess.”

The smile the male sports as he follows after his lady appears to be if anything -- only all too pleased. And he knows for a fact that the same amusement is only ever matched by the blonde.

Not that they would ever tell, of course.

“As ever, madam. A very curious turtle indeed.”

But perhaps, just as they had back then, they’d rather much appreciated her that away after all.

FIN

#&& summer nights last forever (drabbles)#&& club chatelaine (main verse)#/ idk how i write things anymore #/ this was just. an excuse to showcase #/ their friendship and what a mess it is.#/ its so hard writing emi honestly but i enjoyed it enough #/ she's too difficult to work with tho i'd really never make a blog for her #/ idk. this is probably a mess. anyway i got it out of my system i guess #/ OTL #/ i will try the asks and see where i get heck just ignore this its self indulgent more or less blech sbdhsbzdha #/ boop #alcohol tw

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shimmy-sham-with-the-fam · 7 years ago

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tagged by: @softkillua, @canzie-gumm and @www98vikitoo (if there were others, I apologize!)

rules: answer these 92 statements and tag people

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water

2. Phone call: my boyfriend! (He wanted to call last night and it was actually really nice)

3. Text: @shamelessly-anonymous and our friend Josh (I count other messaging apps besides just text messaging)

4. Song you listened to: Walk On Water by 30 Seconds to Mars

5. Time you cried: just this past Sunday because... Uhm... Reasons.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: eeyup (my ex was the equivalent of kissing a suction cup.)

8. Been cheated on: not as far as I know??

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: YES

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Red, Blue, and Purple!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes!! Lots of online friends!! :D

16. Fallen out of love: nope, but I've fallen in love with two people all over agai..

17. Laughed until you cried: too many times to count

18. Found out someone was talking about you: uuh I think? Probably. Obviously it wasn't much of a problem since I can't remember.

19. Met somebody who changed you: YES, ABSOLUTELY

20. Found out who your friends are: I mean?? I guess. This is a stupid question, to be honest XD

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: well.. I mean I'm not really using fb, but my bf and partner are both my friends on there, so, yeah

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don't know and I kinda couldn't care less tbh

23. Do you have any pets: yes, although they're not technically mine (But I will have my own after this weekend and I am SO EXCITED)

24. Do you want to change your name: my real name yeah... I like Shim/Shimmy much, much more

25: What did you do for your last birthday: had a small birthday party at my house! I got drunk and accidentally drenched my partner in water... Good times!

26. What time did you wake up: like, 7:30 ish??

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I was fucking passed out by 10:30

28. Name something you cant wait for: short term: getting my axies! Long term: ... School. Just school in general

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Sunday at church

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: going to a different college.

31: What are you listening to right now: nothing

32. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: yep, my ex roommate's bf's name is Tom

33. some thing that is getting on your nerves: .... I'd rather not say

34:most visited website: definitely Tumblr

35. mole/s: one

36: mark/s: I have stretch marks on my sides. Uhm, do freckles count?? Cause I have lotsa those

37: Childhood dream: I used to wanna be an art teacher or a veterinarian

38: Hair color: uuuhh... Like a reddish-brown maybe?? Like auburn?? I dunno I can't tell any more

39: long or short hair: SHORT.

40: Do u have a crush on anyone: two people actually (it's D and CJ, but shhh, don't tell either of them. They think I'm a weirdo)

41: What do you like about yourself?: I definitely like that I've improved on my drawing skills!

42. Piercings: yes! Ears and navel! (I'm hoping to get many more in the future)

43. Blood type: O!

44. Nickname: Shim/Shimmy! (But I would rather it be my real name

45. Relationship status: happily taken by the two most amazing dorks this world has to offer

46. Zodiac: Sagittarius

47. Pronouns: They/Them

48: Favorite tv shows: HUNTER X HUNTER BOIIIII

50. Right or left hand: Lefty!

51. Surgery: nope

52. Hair dyed in a different color: yep

53: Sport: sports are kinda bleh with me. I was in colorguard, although some people don't consider that a sport.

55. Vacation: almost anywhere! I love traveling!

56: Pair of trainers: ... This is trio pokemon trainer group erasure (what the fresh fuck??)

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: saratoga chips (they're gross but it's something, I guess)

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: Go check on my table at work I guess???

61: Waiting for: this shift to end so I can try to figure out school shit

62: Want: to go back to fucking school, I'm dying of boredom

63. Get married: yeah that sounds nice

64. Career: maybe an art therapist?? Or something that's helping people

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: fucking both you can't make me choose

66. Lips or eyes: once again, both, and I refuse to choose

67. Shorter or taller: taller I guess but they don't gotta be like super tall??

68. Older or younger: doesn't matter just as long as it's not... A gross age difference

70. nice arms or nice stomach: uhm?? Both??? Duh??

71: sensitive or loud: either are okay depending on the situation

72. Hook up or relationship: definitely relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, definitely

HAVE YOU EVER:

74: Kissed a stranger: nope!

75. Lost glasses/ contact lens: yes... Too many times to count...

76. Turned someone down: yeah, sometimes I felt bad and other times I couldn't have been more proud of myself

78. Sex on the first date: HAHHAHA no.

79. Had your heart broken: yes, but?? Never really from like, a romantic thing???

80. Broken someone’s heart: once again, some I feel bad about, others I couldn't be more proud of myself.

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yeah

83. fallen for a friend: Yep, twice, and now I'm dating them both (how did I manage to get so lucky twice over??)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: haha...

85. Miracles: ish??

86. Love at first sight: no, not really

87. Santa Claus: nope! (But you bet your ass I'm gonna mess with my kids with it)

OTHER:

90. current best friend name:?? BETSY @dragmakihiveka IS MY ONE AND BRONLY

91. Eye color: uuuh I kinda changes?? Like, a blue-ish, green-ish, grey-ish somethin

92. favorite movie: hmmm... Don't really have a favorite?? But I do have lots that I love! Mainly Disney movies!

That... Was such a weird question to end on

Well! That's all! I'll tag uhh.. @dragmakihiveka @destructionofsanctum @mowedith @adorablegorilla @eisompt @deira-luv @zappychild @unnoticed-and-necessary @nekocookiecrumbs @godspeedcomplex @honeybitz @mychildgon and I guess anyone else who wants to do this!

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we can ramble together! also sorry, my english was awful, sometimes i think i wrote one word to ended up noticing i didn't. what you study sounds really interesting! how do you manage your time with 2 things? hopefully you finished your work without any problem and good luck with your exam!! tell me how that went later. i totally understand you, i left my finals for february because i wanted to rest these months, yesterday i slept almost the whole day😅 1/3 🍰-sss

i work as a freelance tutor for little kids. one of my fav hobbies is knitting, currently im working on a sweater similar to chan’s one from home mv. thank you! it totally sucks but last night it was amazing, full 6hs which is a lot. i hope you can rest properly even though it bothers you sometimes :( ahh those songs are wonderful, lean on me is one of my favs. for vocal unit i’d say hug or habit, and for hhu trauma or check in (the mv is one of my favorites so colorful) 2/3🍰-sss

i feel like i’ll end up sending u one more ask, bc tumblr doesn’t allow really long asks dfksksd. yeah, seungcheol is def something else, idk he’s so wholesome and cute and i love him. i was wondering did u choose url bc wonwoo + jun? was he your bias or smth like that?👀 VIXX! i love them, and miss them. shangri la always reminds me of jun for some reason, maybe the colors. those aes really help me to figure it out what gift can i make for you, thank you! 3/4🍰-sss

ahh tbh i like a lot of concepts i don’t have a fav, for svt i tend to like “soft” stuff more like pretty u, mansae and very nice but fear, hit and getting closer are really great as well! i think i’m a biased hehe. but ballads and fall/winter aesthetics touch my heart, i love a good cinematography for a mv with a warm tone in it. what are your fav movies or genre? do you think jun would like them?😂 oh and what are your hobbies? 4/4 🍰-sss (idk if you got this one, tumblr said error)

yeah i’m gonna put this under read more lmao

ur english is fineeeeeee, i have this thing where i never apologize for my english and i don’t think anyone else should either!!! esp if ur not a native english speaker (which i think u arent bc they never apologize for their badly written english lmao), bc like… we have learned another language besides our own you know? and english speakers always think they’re better than everyone else when they mostly only speak english LMAO don’t apologize for your english bc u had to learn it from 0 and you mostly don’t even have to use it for anything in your country!! so it’s ok!! (unless u live somewhere ppl actually do speak english then i’m SORRY, bUT EITHER WAY U DONT NEED TO APOLOGIZE LMAO)

oh i actually don’t lmao i don’t rlly care about my college and i kinda hate it sometimes, some teachers are rlly awful and the books have lots of mistakes and i’m not learning anything bc i don’t study and don’t care and am only wasting money :( it’s online classes and some classes are just rlly bad, like i’ve been doing ok bc i already knew a lot of things, but mostly i’m just skipping through everything :/ i wanna drop it again but henrique won’t let me :((( i do love my graphic design course though!!! and i also have bought some other online courses and i’m rlly excited to start them but i’m too lazy at the same time LMAO

knitting!!!!!!! god i’ve always wanted to learn how do knit!! it’s sooo cute that your doing a sweater!! i love sweaters lmao also i just watched the mv again and it’s rlly cute!!! though it’s rlly hot here now so i can’t even THINK about wearing a sweater lmao or even knitting rip ohhhh i love habit too!! i’m not a big fan of the check in song per se, but i do LOVE the mv! it’s rlly aesthetically pleasing

so! i love wonhui as cat lover bffs!!! they’re my fave ~pair~ in svt besides verkwan (for obviously reasons) bc i just love their dynamics sooo much, also i was kinda too much in love with wonwoo back in clap era and since i made this blog in that era it served just right!! i wanted the junhao url honestly but it’s not been available for years and the person using it haven’t posted anything since 2016 :////

ohhh i love shangri la!! never associated it with jun but i can TOTALLY see it!! again with the classy and royal kind of aesthetic that i always associate jun with LMAO

oh i love soft and fun things too but ballads… not my thing lmao have i said it? maybe i did but akjdnak esp winter themed i just find it meh, christmas ballad songs……… no thanks LMAO but i do like some ballads every once in a while, i love say yes and some vocal unit songs, (i also love miracles in december by exo, me, a christmas ballad hater LMAO)

my fave movie is meet the robinsons! i love animation movies the most, love studio ghibli ones and disney/pixar ones too! i also love horror movies and comedy (some romantic comedies too) i really can’t watch full on romance movies and i HATE dramas. i like to have fun watching stuff, this is why i rlly like animation ones bc they’re fun and funny and easy to watch since i have the attention spam of a 5 year old lmao what about you??? also jun does like animations and he’s a weeb too so we’re good

and as for hobbies… i like to listen to music, read sometimes and watch other people playing games lmao other than that i only really do things that i HAVE to do. besides being on youtube watching random stuff lmao i used to paint with watercolors but not even that i do anymore rip

#whew this got long #expected nothing less from myself #🍰 sss #sss19 #anon #asks #long post

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lily-the-skele · 7 years ago

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First Date Pt. 4

And the final part of @underopenskies and my rp

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3]

“Havin’ siblings can be a both a blessin’ an’ a curse. It all depends on th’ moment. My brothers have always got my back, n’ I’ve always got theirs- but, for as much as we’ve romped and played, we’ve also had our fair share o’ fights.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me? O’ course m’ excited! I’ve wanted t’ be a mom for a long time now. M’ thirty two- I ain’t getting any younger. M’ actually older than my Ma was when she had me.” The cowgirl tucks the completed sandwiches onto serving plates with practiced ease, sorting them by jelly type as they went.

“An’ yeah- th’ daddy’s a nice fella named Hamish Parker. He’s actually out with Greg right now- tha’s my other brother, by the way. Adam ain’t fond o’ Hamish right now, so ‘s best not t’ have them around each other. Anyways- Hamish ‘s a sweet man- older than me, n’ he owns his own ranch up yonder.”

She lays out a few more finished jelly slices on their respective plates, and slides them closer for Lily to put her peanut butter bread onto. “Adam’s a pretty traditional man for bein’ as young as he is.” She hums softly. “He’d make a good dad though. He’s a lot like our Da was- though Adam’s temper ‘s a bit more hair trigger.”

There was a thump upstairs, and Skylar snorted. Muffled voices drifted down to them. “Sounds like Adam wandered up t’ see what Tommy was up to while we were in th’ kitchen.”

Lily beamed as she listened to Skyler talk as she finished another slice. “Heheh yeah, I think it’s siblings’ job to fight. Still it would have been nice to have someone to share things with. Gigi was actually older than you when she found me. Plus she was all alone but she somehow managed to raise me well.”

Lily tilted her head and glanced up at Skyler with a puzzled look. “Oh, why doesn’t Adam like Hamish? It sounds like you two are happy together.” She chewed on her thumb, a worried expression on her face. she hoped she’d never have to see Adam when someone set off his temper. Angry people generally made her nervous. She jumped at the thump and she glanced up at the ceiling. “I hope no one got hurt.”

“Pretty much. Ma was forty two when she had the triplets, n’ tha’ was rough on her body. I want t’ have lots o’ kids- I jus’ didn’t get th’ chance t’ start lookin’ for a man early, ‘cause i had t’ help Ma with my brothers.”

“Ahhh, Adam’s pretty traditional for his age. And he’s protective- I might be twelve years older, n’ he might be th’ baby o’ th’ family, but he tends t’ get an older brother mentality about him sometimes, n’ it makes him a bit short tempered when it comes t’ us. And… well, m’ pregnant, th’ baby was an accident, n’ I ain’t known Hamish for very long. So Adam was kinda… Okay, very, very upset on my behalf. Hamish’s a good fella though- very excited t’ be a daddy. Adam’s just gotta get over himself- he’s excited t’ be an Uncle, he’s just… old school, for such a young fella.” She hums and gives her a thoughtful look. “And nah- the boys ain’t gonna hurt each other. Thomas ‘s squirly- he’s hard t’ pin down, if they’re rough housin’ up there.”

Lily had a small frown on her face as she took in this information. “You would think he would be happy that Hamish is taking responsibility instead of running off.” She let out a small huff, but her smile returned. “Well, I’m happy for you Miss Skyler. Maybe I can get Adam to lighten up a touch.” She chuckled. “At least he hasn’t lost his playfulness.” She finished off a couple of more sandwiches.

“I think he’s more worried about Hamish runnin’ off when I’m eight months along.” Skylar shrugs. “I don’t think Haz is th’ type, t’ be honest. He’s real excited.” “That’d be a real miracle if ya could, sugar.” She chuckles gently, listening to the sounds of her brothers roughhousing on the stairs. They were making their way back down to join them- so she just hoped they behaved once they got into the kitchen. “Adam’s probably the tightest wound twenty year old I’ve ever met- but yeah, he ain’t lost that playful side. We ruffle his feathers often enough t’ ensure he keeps it.”

Lily giggled and gave Skyler a playful wink. “Just you wait, I’ll use my my feminine charms on him and he’ll be putty in my hands.”

She glanced towards the stairs. “Let’s hope they don’t end up falling down the stairs from all their rough housing.” She blinked and turned back to Skylar, eye sockets widening slightly. “I’m two years older than him?” She couldn’t believe it.

“I have no doubt.” Skylar winked back. “Ya technically older than all three o’ my little brothers, sweetheart. An’ don’t worry- if they fall down, ‘s not the first time they’ve done it.” She finished up with the jelly, and slid the plates over to her, before resting her chin on her palm with a curious hum. “S’ not a bad thing t’ be older than y’ boyfriend, or the same in reverse. Hamish is older than me by quite a lot.”

And if he gets hurt, that just means I can make him feel better, Lily thought with a grin. She chuckled sheepishly as she finished up the rest of the sandwiches. “I kinda assumed he was older.” She gave Skylar a curious look before hesitantly asking, “How old is Hamish?”

“Adam tends t’ act like he’s older- it surprises a lot o’ folks t’ find out how young he is. Surprises a lot o’ folks t’ find out he’s actually th’ youngest, actually.” “Hamish is forty seven years old.” And she was thirty two- so there was a bit of an age gap. Well- alright, a little bit more than just a little bit.

“Yeah, people tend to think I’m younger than I really am. Some people even thought Gigi was my grandma. Hoo boy did they get an earful.” Lily chuckled. “Oh wowie, that is quite an age gap. Well as long as you two are happy and love each other, who cares about age?”

“Someone did that t’ my Ma’ once. Thought tha’ my brothers were my sons, and that they were her grandkids- Ohhh boy, she was steamin’ like a tea-kettle.”

“Fifteen years ‘s a bit o’ an age gap.” She agrees. “But we’re happy, n’ we love each other.”

“I smell peanut butter!” The short cowboy strutting into the kitchen was practically tiny compared to the rest of the skeletons Lily had seen today. He looked a lot like Vera, and lacked horns like his two other siblings had. His legs were well muscles, but he seemed petite and fragile compared to Skylar or Adam. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and scooted over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Hi!” He greeted Lily. “I’m Thomas! Ya can call me Tommy though. Adam told me you’re dating now? Golly- ya really are pretty jus’ like he said you are, ain’t ya?”

“Oh sure, blab about everythin’ I tell ya.”

“Well,” Vera chimed in as she squeezed in past Adam, “It’s not like he’s lyin’, is he? Ya lil’ girlfriend ‘s a real cute one.”

Lily giggled and smiled at Skylar. “If Gigi and Ms Vera became friends they would be a force to be reckoned with.”

She glanced over at Thomas and replied, “Yep, we made a whole bunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I think we made enough to feed a whole army!”

She let out a nervous laugh. “O-oh gosh, th-thank you. It’s nice to meet you Tommy.” She squeaked, her skull turning a bright pink and she hid her face in her hands. “Stooop you’re making me blush!” She wasn’t used to getting so many compliments at once. Though she was secretly happy that Adam was bragging about her to his brother.

“Maybe not a whole army since Adam’s here. He’s gonna probably eat half o’ those on his own. An’ Lily? Ya got a cute blush too. Adam sure wasn’t lyin’.”

“Ain’t my fault m’ a large man.”

“Got a lot o’ space t’ fill,” Vera said with a grin.

The McQuillins file around the kitchen table, taking seats, and waiting as Skylar urged Lily’s blushing little self to join them. Adam left a seat open next to him for Lily to sit next to him.

“A’right- lets get sandwiches for everyone.” Plates were passed around the table, before Skylar brought over the platters of various sandwiches, resting them on the table for everyone to choose from.

Lily just let out unintelligible squeaks as her skull continued to grow and even brighter shade of pink. Finally she managed to squeak out, “O-okay enough about me let’s eat!”

She took Skylar’s hand as she helped her off the stool and she sat down next to Adam. She ran into an obstacle when she realized she was too small to properly see over the table. Her skull growing hot she stuttered, “U-um I think I m-may have a problem…”

Skylar noticed Lily’s problem first, and the tall skeleton chuckled faintly. “Bein’ short happens, sugar. I’ll go getcha a pillow.” Or two, Skylar mused internally. A quick jaunt into the living room procured two pillows, which would boost Lily up higher in her seat. She shifts and bumps her hip to Adam’s chair. “Lift, Adam.”

“A’right.” He turned in his seat, and eased one of his hands under her knees. The other tucked behind her back. She wasn’t all that heavy to lift, and he eased her up, and held her there while Skylar got the pillows tucked under her, and then set her back down.

“Well, I can see ya over top th’ table now, sweetheart.”

“Th-thank you,” Lily murmured, still blushing a bright pink. She watched as Skylar fetched two pillows and she was about to move when she suddenly found herself being lifted by Adam. She let out an embarrassed squeak and she clung onto her boyfriend as Skylar placed the pillows down on the chair. She just nodded at Vera’s words once she was set back down, gaze fixated on the table. “Mmhm.”

“Oh my goodness, ya blush so adorably. Adam was right- ya are real adorable.”

“She is.” Skylar agrees as she takes her seat. She crosses her ankles lightly under the table, and reaches out to take a sandwich. “A’right, ya’ll. Dig in~ These sandwiches were made for food, not for lookin’. M’ Thomas? Stop flusterin’ Adam’s girl.”

“A’right, a’right. My appologies, Miss Lily.” The eldest of the boys chuckled slightly, and reached out for one of the apricot jelly sandwiches, eager to tuck into his meal. Likewise, Adam and Vera were also reaching out for theirs- and the plates were well within reach of Lily too.

Lily was beginning to feel overwhelmed but let out a sigh of relief when Skylar called Thomas off. Any more and she felt like she would have fainted from all the magic rushing to her skull. “I-it’s quite alright, Tommy.” She gave him a shy smile.

She reached out and grabbed one of the strawberry jam sandwiches and began to eat it, making small happy noises. She ended up getting some of the jam on her cheeks though.

“If ya say so, sweetheart.”

Adam spotted the jam on Lily’s cheeks, and reached out with his napkin to dabble it away for her, before tucking into his own sandwich. He’d chosen grape jelly.

“That’s cute~” Skylar cooed, nibbling at her own sandwich.

“Shush Sky,” Adam chided her.

Lily let out a squeak and giggled when Adam wiped her cheek with a napkin. “Thanks, Adam. I’m glad I have you taking care of me.” She swung her legs as she took another bite of her sandwich. She giggled again at the exchange between Skylar and Adam.

“I’ll try t’ do my best t’ take care o’ ya, sweetheart.” Despite having sharp teeth, it wasn’t all that messy for him to munch through the sandwich. He was relatively mess free as he finished his first, and started on his second.

“So, Ma mentioned that ya do commissioned plush toys, Lily?” Skylar hummed softly around her sandwich.

Lily grinned at Adam as she finished her sandwich. She would have to ask him in private how he felt about being called daddy. Maybe she should wait until later in their relationship. She didn’t want to jump the gun just yet. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Skylar.

“Why yes, I do! I’m mostly self taught, but Gigi showed me the basics. I have a lot of fun doing it. Right now it’s just a hobby but I’m thinking I can make it my full time job. I even have a couple of regular customers, but there’s one that buys from me the most. In fact he constantly tells me to raise my prices.”

“Well, if ya good at it, an’ ya enjoy doin’ it, then there’s no reason not t’ make it your full time job.” She nods. “Heh. I actually wouldn’t mind commissioning a couple toys for th’ baby once we learn if we’re havin’ a boy or a girl. What sort o’ stuff do ya make? Like… stuffed bears, or…?” She seemed genuinely interested- she’d rather get something handmade than buy something store bought.

Lily perked up, nearly jumping up in her chair. “Oh, it depends entirely on what you want! I’ve had people ask for cartoon characters. But I won’t do anything lewd.” She shook her skull with a pout. “You wouldn’t believe what kind of perverted things people have asked for. Honestly, what kind of skeleton do people take me for? ”

“A-anyway, I’ll give you a special discount! You gotta save your money for your little baby bones. We can discuss the details later?” Lily beamed at Skylar, excitement bubbling in her soul. “I can give you my email.”

“I wouldn’t want anythin’ done lewd anyways, sugar. S’ gonna be done for m’ baby, not for me. An’ sweethearts, folks are only mortal- they’ve been makin’ dicks out o’ stuff since they first learned how t’ draw on things.” She laughs gently.

“That bein’ said, i respect tha’ ya don’t wanna do lewd things. Nothin’ wrong with it. N’ yeah- i’ll give ya my email too, n’ we can chat. But noo, ya ain’t givin’ me a discount, not since this ‘s bein’ handmade.” if she just charged discount rates anyways, Skylar would just pay a little more over as a ‘tip’ for the good work. Because she was wily, and she worked her way around rules.

Lily stammered out, “I-I know that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have those sort of… thoughts too but… But why do they have to come to me for that kind of stuff? I-it’s so embarrassing.”

Lily huffed softly. “No, I insist!” There was a look of determination on her face that seemed to say there was no use arguing with the petite skeleton. “I love what I do, so it doesn’t even feel like a job. I look forward to hearing what you want.” She suddenly turned to Adam and added, “And Adam, you have to tell me when your birthday is!”

“Those sort of thoughts, huh?”

“Havin’ those sorts o’ thoughts ‘s perfectly normal an’ part o’ bein an’ adult.” She hums. “As for why they come t’ you… i dunno, sweetheart.”

“You n’ i are gonna go toe t’ toe on th’ prices, aren’t we?” She laughs goodnaturedly. There might be no arguing with the small skeleton, but there were ways around arguing. “Ya can’t say no if i tip ya real good for a job well done, can ya?” She grins. “Either way, sweetheart, what i want probably ain’t gonna be too big o’ a job. I’ll talk t’ Hamish n’ let ya know what we decide.”

“Whatcha need m’ birthday for, Lily?” He arches a brow curiously. “S’ October the twentieth, though.”

Lily blushed and she squeaked out, “O-oh shush and eat your sandwiches, both of you!” She stuck her tongue out at Thomas and Adam before turning back to Skylar. “Yep!” She had a small look of triumph on her face. At the mention of a tip she let out a good natured huff and replied, “No, I guess I can’t.” She gave the other woman a smile and nodded. “Alrighty.”

She giggled at Adam before bringing a finger up to her mouth. “That’s a secret!”

The boys chuckled and did as ordered, resuming their meals with gusto.

“M’ pretty good at findin’ my way around rules sometimes, sweetheart.” She gives her a soft laugh, and then chuckles.

Adam playfully sticks his tongue out at her once he’s swallowed and cleared his mouth. “Fine- ya keep ya secrets then, sweetheart. I suppose i’ll see m’ when i see m’, yeah?”

Lily gave Skylar a warm smile before sticking out her tongue back at Adam. “Hehehe you most certainly will.”

She finished off two more sandwiches before she deemed herself full. “Heheh those were some yummy sandwiches.” She had tried out the some of the different types of jellies as well as the strawberry. She tugged on Adam’s sleeve and said, “Hey Adam, why don’t you show me your room?” She smiled innocently at him.

“They were very good sandwiches.” Skylar chuckles. She’d finished a little while ago. There were lots of leftover sandwiches too, so Greg and Hamish would have plenty when they got back in. She stood up and collected the plates, intending to do the dishes.

“Here, lemme help, Sis.” Like a good younger brother, Thomas stood and helped his older sister collect the plates- which left Adam free to entertain his guest.

Vera settled back, content to watch her kids do the dishes while she rolled her joints and flexed her fingers, trying to work some of the aches out.

“Oh! Ah, sure.” He stood from his chair easily, and carefully helped Lily down off of the pile of pillows they’d boosted her up onto. Once she was on her own two feet, he offered her his hand. “S’ on th’ third floor. Ya alright t’ walk up all o’ th’ stairs?”

Lily held onto Adam as he helped her down. She smiled up at him and took his offered hand before replying, “I think I’ll be fine!” She turned to the others and chirped, “Thanks again for the food. We’ll be back soon so don’t miss us too much.” She gave a small giggle and turned back to Adam. “Lead the way.”

The rest of the family waved them off with a smile, and left Adam to guide her up the stairs.

“A’right.” Adam kept a firm hold on her hand, though his grip was forever gentle, and guided her for the spiral stairs that went up- and up, and up, and up. There was little wonder why everyone in the family had legs as toned as they did- and rear ends as well. They’d been walking these stairs their whole lives. “You’ll love th’ view, sweetheart.” Adam hummed. “Ya can see for miles from m’ window.”

“O-oh wowie I wasn’t expecting a spiral staircase!” Lily exclaimed as she hopped up the steps. It didn’t appear as if she was at risk of running out of steam. She gave Adam a grin before replying, “I can’t wait to see!” To be honest, she wouldn’t be paying much attention to the view since she had every intention of kissing Adam some more. She giggled softly and blushed a soft pink.

“Mhm. My Da’ and his best friend designed the house, and built if for my Ma. Da ain’t around anymore, but Doc’ Tene still is. He’s a family friend- an’ he’s also the family vet. He’s a good guy.”

At the top of the stairs, Adam takes a moment to orient himself, and then guides her down the long hall. There’s a lot of empty rooms- testament to the size of the family that Vera had expected to have, but never got the chance. Adam takes her to one at the end, and opens the door for her, and lets her in.

His room is sparsely decorated, but has a massive bed covered in dark blue sheets. His closet is full of flannel shirts, and he has a dresser full of folded jeans. He’s got a window, and a small walk out balcony next to it with glass doors.

“Well, this is my room.” He smiles faintly.

Lily looked up at Adam with an expression of awe. “Wowie, they didn’t build it all on their own did they? That would be amazing. I’d like to meet this Dr. Tene. Being a vet must be a neat job.” She had a little skip to her step as they walked down the hall, only pausing to glance at the empty rooms. It seemed a little sad.

Once they reached Adam’s room, Lily took a look around, feeling a brief flash of disappointment at its sparsity. However, it was quickly overshadowed when she spotted the giant bed. Giving a squeak of excitement she took a running jump, just barely making it and began to bounce on the mattress, giggling.

“They did, actually.” He chuckles softly. “Doc Tene is a nice fella. ‘S a neat job- but a gross one for sure. He handles all sorts o’ stuff that’s jus’ quite nasty. But, someone’s gotta do it- n’ he’s actually really good at what he does.”

He laughed as she took a running start for the bed, and simply followed her. He took a seat on the edge while she bounced around, and lightly rubbed his hands on his knees. “Sorry m’ room’s a lil’ empty. I don’t spend much time in here because o’ work though, so, y’know…” The only thing personal in here was the box under his bed, and that was his collection of… personal lubricants.

Lily stopped bouncing on the bed and settled down next to Adam. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s still a nice bedroom.” She giggled. “Besides, your bed is fun to bounce on and it’s really comfy.” She gave him a warm smile and nuzzled against his arm.

“Thank you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The bone of his heel clicked lightly against the floor, and he shifted with a mischievous grin, before scooping her to his chest. Adam flopped back against the bed, leaving her sprawled out on top of him in his shirt as he lay under her. “Y’know, sweetheart, you’re real cute in m’ shirt. Would ya like t’ keep tha’ one?”

Lily let out a squeak as their positions suddenly changed and she found herself lying on Adam’s chest. Her skull was a bright pink as she stared down at her boyfriend. “Ah– c-can I really?” She squirmed a little. “O-okay. It is a comfy shirt.” She gave him a shy smile before leaning in to kiss him.

Adam’s hands settled gently on her hips, and he rubbed his thumbs lightly into her lower back through his shirt. He gave her a grin as she squirmed on top of him. “I don’ mind at all ‘f ya wear my shirts, sweetheart. I’d say ya could wear my pants, but I don’ think you’d fit.” Maybe in one leg, but not in the whole thing. He leaned up to meet her kiss, mouth working gently against hers as she flushed a brilliant pink.

Lily squirmed more at his touch and she gave a small giggle. “Don’t be silly, Adam.” She clung to the front of his shirt, letting out small squeaks and shivers as they kissed. She leaned into the kiss, wanting a little more. Her blush grew deeper and she could feel her face getting warm. She gave his lips a shy lick and she gripped at his shirt more tightly.

The flick of her tongue against his mouth prompted him to carefully part his lips, his tongue flicking out to gently slide against her own. His tongue brushed over his teeth, the sharp edges making him shiver, and he slid a hand along her lower back. The other slid up, cupping her shoulders, and his ribs rumbled under her like a pleased freight engine.

Lily’s tongue brushed up against Adam’s, a little more emboldened know that she was more familiar with this type of kissing. Her grip on his shirt tightened as they deepened the kiss and she pressed up against him. She gave a small giggle as she felt the rumble of Adam’s chest against her.

Adam’s blush darkened a little bit as she pressed closer to him, and he rumbled again, pleased as his tongue worked gently against hers. He lured her gently into his mouth, careful to part his teeth so she didn’t prick herself on them, and lightly teased her tongue with his lips as his mouth worked against her own. Adam’s hands splayed gently on her back, and he stroked his thumbs along the curve of her lower back and along the small band of her shoulders.

Lily whimpered into Adam’s mouth, the kiss beginning to get slightly overwhelming. She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, panting softly. “W-wowie this is getting i-intense.” She was starting to feel a little hot under the collar, not to mention another place. “W-we should probably take a break before we…” she felt herself leaning back in but stopped herself, “…we get carried away.”

“Mmmm,” he rumbled pleasantly, “I suppose ya right with that.” He was starting to feel stirrings from earlier again, and it wasn’t helping that they were sprawled on his bed. He took a moment to close his eyes, and he lifted a hand to scrub it down his face briefly. When it lifted away, he was much more composed- at least up top. At least she was short- she wouldn’t feel what he had started in his pants.

“‘S pretty easy t’ get lost in kissin’ ya, sweetheart. Just as easy as it is t’ get lost in ya eyes, as a matter o’ fact.” He leaned up- not to kiss her- but to just nuzzle his nasal ridge to hers with a gentle, affectionate motion.

Lily didn’t want to get up just yet and she rested against his chest. She gave a small giggle as she watched Adam get his composure back. “O-oh my, you’re making me blush!” she replied with a bashful smile. She returned the nuzzle then kissed him on the nose ridge. “I never knew kissing could be so much fun to be honest.”

“Kissin’s a lot o’ fun when done with th’ right person.” He laughed gently, smiling at the kiss to his nasal ridge. He didn’t even mind her sprawling out on his chest- she wasn’t that heavy, so it was a nice, comfortable position for him to enjoy, and for her to as well no doubt. “N’ you’re real cute when ya blush, Lily.”

Lily let out a giggle. “Aww Adam, you’re so sweet to me. I think you’re cute when you blush too. It’s such a pretty shade of blue.” She poked his cheek playfully before adding, “You’re really comfy to lie on.” She gave his chest a soft pap. “I could probably take a nap like this.”

He stuck his tongue out at her playfully when she poked his cheek, and then leaned up to nuzzle her. “Why don’t ya take a nap? I don’ mind cuddlin’ ya for a while, n’ i wouldn’t mind takin’ one with ya. S’ real nice t’ jus’ hold ya n’ cuddle up with ya.”

Lily stuck her tongue back out at Adam and she let out a giggle when he nuzzled her. “Really, you wouldn’t mind?” She hummed in content as she nuzzled him back. “I think taking a nap with you would be really nice.” She placed her cheek against his chest right about where his soul would be. “Hmm you’re really warm.”

“I don’t mind at all, Lily.” He cuddled her close to him with a soft, pleased sound, another rumble crawling up his chest. It boomed in tune with his soul, though his soul’s beating was louder yet when the rumbling passed. “Heh- bein’ this big has it’s perks. M’ usually warm all th’ time.”

Lily let out a small shiver as she felt the rumble travel through her body and she gasped when she could hear the beat of his soul. She blushed as she nuzzled his chest and murmured, “Mmmn a nap does sound good right about now.” As she said this she could feel her eye sockets begin to droop. “Heheh so comfy.”

Adam’s sockets closed, and a content smile slid onto his face. He cuddled her close to his chest, soft pleased sounds leaving him. “Mhm. A nap sounds jus’ right~”

Lily let out a pleased hum before mumbling a soft, “G’night,” before her eye sockets shut all the way. Her breathing evened out as she fell asleep.

“G’night, sweetheart.” Adam was not far behind her.

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Dee Keeve says:JULY 31, 2016 AT 5:56 AM

Amen. Finally finding ones who love relaxed hair

Bri says:JULY 11, 2016 AT 1:42 PM

Lauren!!!! I ran into your website through google images, and you have officially persuaded me back into the relaxer life. I’ve been trying to go natural for almost a year and I absolutely hate it. Every single thing you said is what has been happening to me daily. I work as a receptionist and I feel like it makes me look completely unprofessional when my hair gets all poofy and sticks up. I haaate it! I’m going to do go buy Dr. Miracles tonight!!!!!

My hair was far more heat protected and healthier when I was relaxing it. Even so I only relaxed maybe 3 times a year so I had a good thing going. I don’t know what I was thinking. I honestly just wanted my hair to be fuller and just have a wave when I got it wet. I wasn’t even going natural for the right reasons, I had no dedication whatsoever.

The good thing is I DID get a lot of growth during this 10 month period, about 4 ½ inches. So I’m just excited to relax it out lol. THANK YOU LAUREN!

Teni says:AUGUST 23, 2016 AT 4:45 PMREPLY

Thank you for this comment <3 I am 9 months into transitioning and I hate it. I will just go on a healthy relaxed hair journey.

Keitra says:JUNE 21, 2016 AT 1:27 PM

Adore this post so much. I thought i was the only one who had those issues. The really bad breakouts, detangling and my nape area was a nightmare. I just choose a week ago after a 4 month strech to do what i do best and rock my relaxed hair. Idk why its so shamed up on to get relaxer like its an abomination or something. Nothing about getting relaxer or no relaxer is going to make your body health any healther try dieting or eating better lets debate on that, lets jump down ppl thoart on a healthier eating habit vs freaking hair. This world smh.

adrienne says:JUNE 14, 2016 AT 9:14 PM

i agree with you my intent was not quite to go natural but to do long stretches like either only relax once or twice a year… sigh,,, I just brought a relaxer today to use later,,, last time i relaxed was december 2015… but by april it’s been..sigh.. horrible the dryness from the new growth and i’ve spent more money the past 6 mos. i ever have than when I was relaxed… when i was relaxed all i used was a lil oil sheen and maybe occasional dab of oil moisturizer lotion,, didn’t need nothing else. ,, but since trying to make my stretch last a full year,,, i see i can’t go natural.. and my texture is 3b/some 3c and it was still a living hell!

deja says:JUNE 12, 2016 AT 10:58 AM

i cant believe what im reading “natural isnt for everyone” how does that work out? how does ur natural hair..that grows naturally..out of ur hair not work for u? how does someone else’s hair work better for u than the hair that comes out of ur head..smh black ppl are brainwashed Bad

I won’t argue with you – a simple google search can tell you all you need to know about both sides of the coin. Have a great day!

Oh my goodness! You don’t know how much this blessed and inspired me in my hair life! Out of all of my friends, and family, I’m pretty much the only one who gets relaxers!! No one else gets them anymore and I’m talking about dozens of people that I know! The only time a relaxer did me damage was when the Rio perm was advertised backing the mid 1990’s and Debbie Allen and other celebrities were testing the product out by eating it, testing it out on their own heads, etc!! I was 6 years old with beautiful relaxed hair and the Rio perm was put on by my mom and she regretted placing it on my head to this day! That was 21 years ago, I am now 27 and within minutes my hair and scalp was burning from the bad Rio product. Anywho there was a class action lawsuit and most people that filed with pictures only received $97 for the poor relaxed product. Why did my mom try it? Because the celebrities were acting as it was safe! Until then my mom always put PCJ on my hair and she always got compliments on my hair. Before she used PCJ, she tried placing the hot comb method on my hair but it would kink up and be back to the coarse nappy look in a few days after straightened (and this is way before a relaxer even touched my head) so as ppl always say everyone has a good curl pattern when they were younger, nope that was never the case for me it’s always been coarse and thick due to the grate of hair that my parents have. But after the Rio incident, my mom restored my hair by putting protective styles and treating it with the right products. I also have used various beauticians to treat my hair with appropriate relaxers and styles. During my college years it was hard to afford the beauty shop so I had a olive oil relaxer or kiddie relaxer on my hair which it still grew! I have no problems with relaxers, I usually go 8 weeks or 10 weeks to get another relaxer. So many black women are against chemicals and they fail to realize that they spend so much money on weaves and blowouts to get their hair straight like a relaxer until the price they pay for this stuff ends up being that standard $65 relaxer and style cost that professional beauticians charge!!!

Charlene dorsey says:DECEMBER 3, 2016 AT 11:08 PM

It’s a style preference thing…. It should be a choice… Here’s a wuick question for you….Do you wear makeup? If so; why??? You weren’t born with makeup on…… most people wear it because they feel it enhances their beauty…same thing for hair preferences…

I agree Lauren. To each their own. Some hair that grows naturally out of some heads is very thick, coily, and very hard to manage. And might I add, TIME CONSUMING. You can spend lots of $$ on products trying to keep the hair conditioned, softened and tameable and it adds up. But some people like to wear their hair dry so they costs for products may not be a big deal. Again, I like what you say and I’m with you. I’ve only been natural 3 months, and I’m not quite liking it. I want my curl and waves but not bone straight so texlaxing is the best thing for me. I refuse to allow anyone to make me feel bad and or guilty about my choices. It’s all about how I feel about me and healthy hair at the end of the day. Thanks for sharing this.

Hey, do u rub makeup on ur face.. or better still. When trying to get curl definition don’t u spent tons of cash buying curl defining creams and custards, then spend hours trying to do a twist out so you cud have more defined curls…. to me I feel that’s exactly the same thing. U are not satisfied with he way ur hair curls naturally and you feel the need to enhance its curl. If u wanna be truly natural stop twist outs and braid outs and all that is, because lets face facts your hair isn’t naturally like that.. just stick to a fro.. then u can come preach to me abt embracing the natural pattern with which hair comes out of he head.

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Amor Amankwah says:OCTOBER 8, 2016 AT 4:47 PMREPLY

Touche! Well said! You hit the nail on the head.

Preach it beee!! Amen and A. men!!

If your natural you know that those styles help reduce tangles i personally dont wear them no reason i havent masterd them as of yet and and doesnt take nothing nut humidity and a wash to get you back to its natural state. Hey check out this video by angel ikyg called black women natural hair its not a bashing video he gives good reasoning to go natural if u feel the same way after watching the video then keep getting relaxers by all means because its your hair have a good day

Dude I always felt the same way. You manipulating your hair to get your curls a certain way says a lot.

Seriously why be so negative? Some people don’t like curly hair or braids but prefer straight hair. Quite frankly some women don’t look good with either hair style. Yeah one can argue that a black woman can achieve straight hair with natural hair but do you know how much more damage will occur than by doing relaxers. If you actually read this woman’s blog you would see her hair is healthy and relaxed. So stop hair shaming and accept the fact that people can have different hair styles and still have healthy hair.

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April says:JUNE 20, 2016 AT 2:04 PMREPLY

Relaxed4life says:AUGUST 4, 2016 AT 10:11 PMREPLY

Azarmiah says:OCTOBER 5, 2016 AT 8:05 AMREPLY

Amor Amankwah says:OCTOBER 8, 2016 AT 4:47 PMREPLY

Touche! Well said! You hit the nail on the head.

Preach it beee!! Amen and A. men!!

Dude I always felt the same way. You manipulating your hair to get your curls a certain way says a lot.

Monique Peterkin says:JANUARY 29, 2017 AT 4:44 PMREPLY

Exactly- this kind of thinking [shaming others hardcore because they have a different view period; be it hair, philosophy, belief, etc,] is and has been completely counterproductive, deleterious, and frankly, embarrassing. We are not a monolith*and there is no “real Black” mind or character. We really need to STOP IT. Where, oh where has it really gotten us as a people in the world? ##!% it.

Everything isn’t for everyone. I am relaxed and I’ve NEVER had anyone else’s hair in my head in my life. My hair is long (bra strap length) and healthy. I’ve never had a desire to go natural because I like the way my hair is when relaxed. My roller wraps and easy maintenance hair works for ME & my life & that my friend is how that works out. I will not apologize or be ashamed of MY choice for MY hair. I am team #CreamyCrack.

There are lots of things we do that aren’t ‘natural’. Do you wear make up? Thats not natural. When people wear braids the extensions they use aren’t natural. When people flat iron their natural hair thats not natural or when people wear weave and wigs over their natural hair- not natural either. Big Deal! People are so busy pointing the finger and telling other people what they should do or think that they don’t realise they are a bunch of hypocrites.

I disagree and can I give you an analogy and you may never agree but this is mine. People over time have used inventions to make their life easier doesn’t mean they don’t embrace their culture our heritage but they are doing things to.save time and effort. Ex. Pencil to typewriter to computer Records to cd to downloads For some not all healthy relaxed hair makes our lives more manageable and easier. I love natural hair but please respect me too and recognize that for me and my course hair it’s much easier.

Where “someone’s” hair means?? Oh pls… Its about time judging stopped!! Its the same hair ok? Jux that others prefer to relax it. And yes… Natural isnt for everyone means… Not everyone wants to keep their hair kinky or natural… Its jux hair ok!? Anyone has the right to do whatever!

Sometimes natural hair does not fit your personality or lifestyle. Its similar to how some people do not prefer their own hair color and choose to dye it.

I agree with you 100%. I think if it grows out your head it obviously is for you. lol Im natural and I don’t judge whether you make a decision to relax or not relax, i really don’t care what you do to your head. But what we’re not gonna do in these comments is say that natural “poofy” hair is “unprofessional”. That is the real issue. What is professional? Straight flat hair? I don’t like that stigma at all. And also side note, natural hair products typically are organic or healthy for your scalp most of the time. Relaxer literally burns your scalp and has your hair fall out if it’s in too long lol it can’t be that safe when used in the long term. But i’m not the one who is making the decision so who cares about my opinion anyway lol

Montia says:JUNE 12, 2016 AT 6:37 AM

Hey Lauren,

I have been a home relaxer for years! Do you have any suggestions for beach hair or what to do to protect your hair at the pool? It’s vacation season so wanted a little product help!

Thanks Montia

Lauren says:JUNE 14, 2016 AT 9:35 AMREPLY

Hey!

I’ve heard that some women coat their hair with oil of deep conditioner before getting into the water – something about your hair soaking up the moisturizing product and not having enough room to soak up chlorinated water. Just be careful – wouldn’t want to have an obvious slick of oil behind you as you dunk in the water! If I know I’ll be in water a lot (i.e. vacation), I’ll put it into a protective style like Marley Twists or Box Braids. Hope that helps!

Pam says:MAY 30, 2016 AT 9:30 AM

I’m so glad I read your post, I have been natural for 5’years now, I have seen some growth but not the amazing results that I expected. I also think my hair seemed much healthier when I had a relaxer, thank you for helping me realize that natural does not always mean better and since everyone’s hair is different you should do what works for you.

Fahyolah says:APRIL 11, 2016 AT 4:49 PM

Wow. I came across this post and your first paragraph alone had me! I am sick and tired of everyone portraying relaxed hair as the culprit of all hair problems. There is a way to have healthy relaxed hair and I dislike when I am made to feel guilty about my decision to keep my hair relaxed (I’m not “ashamed” of my natural hair, I just prefer it straight). Thank you, thank you, thank you for posting such a rare opposition in a world filled with individuals shunning relaxed hair!

Mesha says:APRIL 27, 2016 AT 11:54 AMREPLY

Wow! Im going through this now. Havent relaxed my hair in almost a year and its coming out, dry and hard to manage. I honestly dont see what all the hype is about natural hair. I guess its personal choice and the type of hair you have. Some people make natural seem easy but then their hair grade is “naturally” nice! My hair is coarse, dry, thick yet brittle and I hate that. Call it what you want, im Europeanized whatever im not with that and love healthy looking moisturized hair, im getting a perm asap!!!

Faith says:APRIL 2, 2016 AT 5:57 PM

I also tried to go the natural route… this is my second year now, but my hair was honestly healthiest when I used to relax it. Now my natural hair just sheds so much and is super dit. regardless of what I do to it. My mind is made as I take off my braids in relaxing it. And shall be proudly rocking it.

Abigail Mai. says:APRIL 1, 2016 AT 11:21 AM

I know this post its old but I feel like I need to post a comment lol. I’ve been natural for three years but things are getting out of hand now, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m glad I found this blog. I’m planning to relax my hair tomorrow and get a pixie cut. I’m so nervous. Nice post! Your hair is gorgeous!

I am at my 3 year mark as well and I’m fed up..smh when yu relaxed what relaxer did you use.

Lauren says:APRIL 7, 2016 AT 10:25 AMREPLY

Tips & materials before you relax your hair at home Relax your hair at home, by yourself, the RIGHT way! Dr. Miracle’s Feel It Formula Thermalceutical Intensive No-Lye Relaxer (Regular Strength)

So how did it go? Reading these comments, I think I have made up my mind. After almost 10 yrs of being natural, I hate it. It takes me up to 3 hrs to straighten it and it still looks a hot mess and all I can do is pull it back. I was looking at my pictures from college and I loved the relaxed look. So much easier in my opinion and my hands and arms don’t feel like they are going to fall off. Any pointers? I’ll prob just go back to the olive oil relaxer.

Kiki says:MARCH 24, 2016 AT 11:54 PM

Natural isn’t for everyone! My hair broke in the center and both sides while shedding everywhere else. So I cut it down to where it broke, half of my shoulder length hair, to start all over again. I did one Aphogee treatment, then a week later, hit it with ORS relaxer, problem solved! A year and a few months later, my hair is back down on my shoulders. I’ll never go natural ever again! Moisturizing shampoos & conditioners are a must!

Molly

says:FEBRUARY 28, 2016 AT 6:10 PM

Hi! In 2010 my hair fell out, and I spent the next year-and-a-half in weaves. 18 months later I’m natural and my hair is at my shoulders. It was pretty when straight, but would not stay. It would not hold a style. So I get a relaxer, and my hair starts shedding badly. (The bad reactions were caused my coconut oil as it made my hair dry and brittle, but I just found that out a few months ago) then I get psoriasis from an autoimmune condition so bad my scalp bleeds. So for another two years I stop relaxers. My hair kept shedding and getting dryer( too much protien) finally I went back to relaxers but only to loosen the curl. Now my styles stay. I’m still shedding from a chronic illness and the protien, but my hair is bra band length. Yesterday I went to a new salon, doctors orders, and the stylist said my “natural hair” is so healthy! And that I should let it all go natural. Well, none of it is natural! My ends are just straight because of a bad beautician. I relax my hair every four or so months to loosen the tightness and I love this method. Even the white girls raved after the beautician finished styling it. My hair when straight looks exactly like brand new weave, and I missed that when natural. I mean I could get it just as silky but it wouldn’t stay.. So texlaxsing is my ne strategy.

Lauren says:APRIL 5, 2016 AT 10:45 AMREPLY

I’m so glad you were able to find something that works for you , even with those challenges!

CAH says:FEBRUARY 8, 2016 AT 7:41 PM

I’ve been natural off and on for over 10 years. This weekend I just texlaxed my hair because I wanted versatility. I wanted to be able to straighten my hair without all the excessive heat used when pressing natural hair but I also wanted to have a little texture left so I can still do my wash n’ go’s. It’s sad that we have to justify how we choose to wear our hair.

Deva says:FEBRUARY 2, 2016 AT 11:13 AM

Thanks for this. I’ve never felt threatened with the thought of going natural. I’m texlaxed and have been my whole life. I can honestly say that although i enjoy the look of natural hair, I don’t have time for the maintenance. My relaxer has done me well and I’ll keep that chemical in my head for as long as I can.

Micah says:JANUARY 15, 2016 AT 9:13 AM

I have been free from the creamy crack for 8 years but today I’m so over it I was frustrated with my hair was about to make an appointment for my hairdresser and I’m just like I’m so tired of this and then I said wait what am I trying to prove I’m going to go get me a relaxer and that’s exactly what I’m going to do! MY QUESTION is what relaxer should I use???? since it’s been so long I don’t want my hair to fall out

SincerelyAlexisJ

says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 5:16 AM

Omg , I’m so upset that I just found this post . But I’m extremely happy at the same time ! This post and all the comments made me realize that it’s okay to keep my relaxed hair and not feel bad about it because everybody’s on this natural kick! I had THICK just above my shoulder length hair all my life(I’m 25 now). In August , I noticed my hair just wouldn’t get bone straight anymore when I relaxed it , went through 3 different perms and it just wouldn’t get straight. And because I have such thick and hard to manage hair, it would look like I still needed a perm. So I let my sister in law talk me into going natural(SMH!). The first two times she washed and flat ironed my hair(two weeks apart) , it looked nice . Then it kind of went down hill from there . My hair became SUPER thick , the thickest I had ever seen it before , I could not comb through it , it wouldn’t lay down , it was super dry no matter what I would put on it , etc . Then I noticed that when she would flat iron it , it started looking thinner and thinner.

Towards the ending of November I noticed the back of hair completely broke off ! My mom and I were so upset with what was going on with my hair so by the end of December , I decided to go back to my perms. I permed my hair for the first time since August on January 4th(last Thursday) and while I was in the shower A LOT of my hair was coming out in clumps. Not big clumps , but still they were noticeable clumps. After my protein treatment and deep conditioner , I blow dried my hair and saw that my hair had broken off in the middle of my head as well , not as bad as the back though. Also , when I was “natural” , when I would TRY to comb it , a lot of hair would be let left in the comb.

I’m very inclined to believe that all that heat that was being put on my hair caused a lot of damage, as well as it being soo dry. So I have to admit while I was natural that is when I noticed my hair started to fall out.

What do you think I should do to get it back healthy and growing again ? I’ve always had thick and dry hair and I’ve always done deep conditioners every week to retain the moisture , so I know that’s a given. But what else? Please help me , I’m miss my hair so much!

Adetomi says:MARCH 5, 2016 AT 7:36 PMREPLY

Cut the hair and start over. That’s the only way

Alexis says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 5:12 AM

Niquole Abram

says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 12:01 AM

I love this post so much! One of my coworkers was formally relaxed and is now natural and for her it was the best thing ever. For me on the other hand, I know I will relax until I can no longer relax my hair. I’ve had it done since I was at least 8 years old, I’m 27 and I love how my hair looks after.

I took over the reins when I was 12 and can now apply it in less than 7 minutes. I may have timed it a few times… Haha! It’s so much easier to manage as well. I can tell when it’s almost time because I notice it’s harder to comb thru or brush in general and to wash. Once it’s been relaxed, I’m golden!

I spend less time fussing over my hair with it relaxed than if I were to go natural. I’m half black so I think my natural hair texture would be a 3c/4b combination? Afterwards it relaxes to a 2b wavy/surly texture if that. I have flat iron and a blow dryer although I can’t work the blowdryer to save my life and the Flatiron may used once or twice a month to check on my length or do a trim.

I’m determined to prove that just because my hair is relaxed, does not mean I can’t have long and healthy hair. I’m on my way to hip length right now, it was at chin length about 2 years ago and now it’s down to just past my bra strap.

When I tell people that my hair is actually relaxed their jaws drop, a reaction I will never get tired of! What I do to lessen the damage of the relaxer that inevitably gets on the length is I’ll coat that portion of my hair with coconut oil. It seems to provide a bit of a barrier between my hair and relaxer so it doesn’t damage the previously relaxed hair as much. Also with my last relaxer, I did a henna treatment that next day. My roots felt like normal.

You know after a relaxer your roots fill a bit of dry even a little straw like? After doing the henna it felt perfectly fine! I’ve noticed that weird texture seems to go away within a week or so and the henna treatment seem to speed up that process so I think I’ll do henna after I do my relaxer as well.

jada says:DECEMBER 20, 2015 AT 10:39 PM

What do You do if You have a lot of Breakage an shedding? I haven’t had a perm in 2 months but i’m thinking about getting a perm because i want my hair to be straight an healthy. Do you have anything like Products to recommend for breakage, shedding and promoting hair growth ?

Chaka Khan

says:DECEMBER 16, 2015 AT 12:58 PM

Thank you so much, I am a year and a half out with natural hair and I hate it. I agree it takes to long to get it how I like it and I feel it was much healthier, when I permed it. It grew much faster. I will be switching back after the first of the year. Thank you again for all the tutorials.

Kalisha Adams says:DECEMBER 9, 2015 AT 9:33 AM

your hair is amazing and keep up the good work!

Lauren says:JANUARY 7, 2016 AT 12:11 PMREPLY

Thanks girl =)

V-Yella Westcoast

says:DECEMBER 2, 2015 AT 10:03 PM

I agree with Lauren, you can have healthy straight relaxed hair. Straight hair is easier to manage.

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