#cars & coffee deluxe

[citizenzombieproductions]

1952 Chevrolet Bel Air Deluxe

Crazy Fish Cars and Coffee 7/25/20

Perfect colors for a Chevy

[brunchable]

Christmas Present | B. B.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader Themes: Christmas Meet-Ugly, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers(ish), rom-com Summary: You and Bucky are fighting over the last deluxe holiday gift set. The petty bickering escalates into a full-blown argument in front of shocked holiday shoppers, causing store security to intervene. As punishment, the frazzled guard handcuffs you together in the security office until you both "calm down." A/N : This oneshot is part of my 4K Follower christmas themed celebration. I hope you enjoy this first one! Thank you so much for reading my stories! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was supposed to be a quick trip. Grab the deluxe toy train set, pay, and leave. That was the plan. But life had other plans, and those plans came in the shape of a six-foot something man with a smirk as sharp as the jawline above it.

You reached for the last box on the shelf—your prize, your golden ticket, the sole reason you braved the chaos of twenty-third shoppers.

"Excuse me, I believe I was here first," you said sweetly, gripping the box.

"Excuse you, sweetheart," the man countered, one metal hand already gripping the other end of the box. "I had my eye on this before you decided to swoop in like some holiday vulture."

"Holiday vulture?!" you spat, yanking the box closer to your chest. "I don’t see your name on it, Terminator."

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just enough to make you flinch. ��Name’s Bucky, not Terminator. And I’d be happy to write it on the box for you... after I take it home.”

“Not happening,” you hissed, tugging harder. The box creaked ominously under the strain.

“Let go,” he growled.

“You let go!”

By now, a crowd of amused onlookers had formed, phones out, capturing every moment like a live-action reality show. One kid shouted, “Go lady! You’ve got this!” while a woman in a reindeer sweater whispered, “This is better than The Bachelor.”

“Look, lady,” Bucky said through gritted teeth, “I don’t want to ruin Christmas for you—”

“Oh, really? That’s what this feels like!”

“But my friend’s kid specifically asked for this,” he finished, as if that were a valid excuse.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, so did my niece. And unlike you, I didn’t wait until the last minute to shop.”

“Your cart’s full of candles!” he shot back, pointing to your precariously stacked haul.

You gasped, scandalized. “They’re scented candles and they make great gifts! Not that you’d understand.”

“I understand they’re not as hard to find as this!” he said, gesturing wildly to the now-doomed train set.

The tug-of-war escalated, your battle waging in the aisle of festive chaos. The crowd grew, complete with commentary.

“Bet five bucks on the lady!”

“Ten on the guy with the arm!”

And then—CRASH. The box tore clean down the middle, spilling its contents across the floor. Tiny train cars scattered like shrapnel, and a miniature conductor figure flew into a nearby stroller, making the baby cry.

Gasps echoed through the store as you and Bucky froze, still clutching your respective halves. Somewhere in the distance, someone yelled, “SANTA WOULDN’T APPROVE!”

A whistle cut through the air. “Alright, break it up, you two!”

You turned to find a middle-aged security guard glaring at you like an exhausted babysitter. His name tag read “Carl,” and he looked about one tantrum away from quitting.

“We were just—”

“I don’t care!” Carl snapped, his moustache twitching with barely contained rage. “Both of you. Security office. Now.”

The security office smelled like stale coffee and regret. You sat handcuffed to Bucky, who, despite his protests, looked far too comfortable with the situation.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered, yanking futilely on the cuffs. “We’re adults!”

“Debatable,” Carl deadpanned, sipping from his 'World’s Best Grandpa' mug. “You two are staying cuffed until you learn how to act like it.”

“I’m not a criminal!” you protested.

“Not what the footage shows,” Carl replied, spinning his chair to reveal the grainy security camera feed of you and Bucky mid-squabble. The freeze-frame of you squawking like a bird while clutching a toy train in a death grip was particularly unflattering.

“I’m offended on her behalf,” Bucky said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, shut it,” you hissed, elbowing him.

“You’re the one who tore the box!”

“You’re the one with the metal arm. That thing’s basically a wrecking ball!”

Carl slammed his mug down. 

“Enough!” He massaged his temples like a teacher on their last day before retirement. “You’re staying here until I feel confident you won’t burn the store down.”

“Burn the store down?” you repeated, aghast, throwing your hands in the air as much as the cuffs allowed.

“Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” Carl muttered, eyeing both of you like feral raccoons fighting over a sandwich. With an exhausted sigh, he locked the door behind him and muttered something about “needing a damn coffee break,” leaving you and Bucky alone in the tiny, overheated room.

The silence that followed was so oppressive it felt like the room had shrunk. Only the faint, mocking jingle of Jingle Bells played faintly from the store’s speakers as you and Bucky sat shoulder-to-shoulder, stewing.

Bucky, apparently unable to sit still, started bouncing his knee—a rapid, relentless motion that made your entire chair vibrate like a washing machine on spin cycle.

“Stop that,” you snapped, glaring at him.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently, his knee bouncing harder.

“Your leg,” you hissed. “The whole chair is shaking! Are you trying to make me seasick?”

His lips twitched, clearly enjoying your misery. “It’s a free country.”

“Not for your knee, it’s not!”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be bouncing my knee if I wasn’t chained to someone with candle obsession issues,” he shot back.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from the guy who went full WWE over a toy train set!”

“You’re the one who tore it in half, lady!” he said, pointing accusingly.

“I was fighting for my family’s honor,” you retorted dramatically, crossing your arms as much as you could.

“You mean your candles.”

“It’s called being thoughtful, you Grinch impersonator!”

His knee bounced harder, and you grabbed his leg in desperation, making him pause. “Seriously, stop! I’m going to throw up, and then you’ll really regret this.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But only because you look like you might actually hurl, and I don’t need Carl coming back and cuffing me to the radiator this time.”

“So,” Bucky continued after a beat of silence, “Do you always fight strangers over train sets, or is today special?”

You glared at him. “Do you always shop last minute and ruin people’s holidays, or is that your side gig?”

He snorted. “Ruining holidays? That’s harsh. I’m saving them.”

“By what? Sabotaging shoppers?”

“By making sure my best friend’s kid gets the one thing he asked for,” Bucky replied, voice softening slightly.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity. 

“Okay, that’s… kind of sweet,” you admitted reluctantly.

“What about you?” he asked. “Candles for everyone?”

“No,” you mumbled. “The train set was for my niece. She’s… had a tough year.”

Bucky nodded, silence enveloping the two of you yet again, the tinny chorus of Frosty the Snowman blared overhead, and the absurdity of your situation finally hit you. You started giggling, and to your surprise, so did he.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, still grinning.

“This,” you said between laughs. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever been part of.”

“Right,” he agreed, laughing harder.

For the first time since being forced to sit there, you weren’t arguing. Well, unless you counted arguing about whose laugh was uglier.

Carl finally returned, jangling the keys like a janitor who had seen too much. His Santa hat was slightly askew, and his mustache twitched with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He looked like someone’s adorable grandpa who had just been told the grandkids set fire to the Christmas tree.

“Alright, you two,” he grumbled, unlocking the cuffs. “You’re free. But before you go…”

He planted his hands on his hips, his gut straining against his red vest, and glared at you like you’d just stolen cookies from the jar. 

“I’ve been doing this job for fifteen years, and let me tell you, I’ve seen a lot of nonsense. But this—” he waved a hand between you and Bucky “—takes the fruitcake. Grown adults fighting over a toy train set like it’s the last turkey on Earth? Really?”

You started to open your mouth to argue, but Carl cut you off with a stern wag of his finger.

“No, no. Don’t even try to explain. You’re both guilty. Guilty of being Christmas disasters. And you…” he pointed at Bucky, his stubby finger trembling with indignation. “You’re what? Pushing 40? Shouldn’t you know better?”

That’s when Bucky’s lips twitched. And twitched again. And suddenly, he was laughing. Not just chuckling—a full-on, shoulder-shaking laugh that echoed through the tiny room.

Carl’s mustache twitched in annoyance. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said between gasps for air, “but… I’m being lectured by someone who looks like Santa’s understudy.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “You’re like a cute little Christmas elf—just missing the pointy shoes.”

Carl’s face turned as red as his vest. “I am not cute!” he barked.

“You kinda are,” Bucky said, grinning.

You smacked his arm. “Stop antagonizing him!”

But even you couldn’t suppress a giggle as Carl threw his hands in the air. “You know what? I’m done. Get out. Both of you. Before I call other mall security and have you escorted out by the Grinch Squad.”

Bucky saluted dramatically. “Merry Christmas, Carl!”

Carl muttered something about needing a stiff eggnog and waddled back to his desk, leaving you and Bucky to stumble out of the security office.

“Well, that was fun,” you deadpanned, starting to walk away, only to stop when Bucky called out.

“Wait! Hey!”

You turned, eyebrows raised. “What? Did you leave your dignity back there?”

He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets. For the first time since the ordeal started, he actually looked... awkward.

“I, uh… was just wondering what you’re doing after this.”

You blinked at him, genuinely caught off guard. “What am I doing? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, serious,” he said with a little shrug, his smirk less cocky and more boyish now. “You’re, uh… funny. And kind of cute, when you’re not threatening to strangle me over toy trains.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. 

“This—” you gestured dramatically between you both “—is the foundation of your flirting strategy? Chaos, insults, and shared custody of a train set?”

“Worked, didn’t it?” he teased, grinning now.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I just spent an hour handcuffed to you while debating whether or not to throw you out a window, and now you want to… hang out?”

“Why not?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, like this was the most reasonable suggestion in the world.

“Because this is ridiculous!” you exclaimed. “I barely know you, we’re still enemies by all accounts, and—”

“You haven’t said no,” he interrupted, cutting you off with a pointed look.

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Damn him and his stupid smirk.

Finally, you sighed, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity. “Fine. But if this turns into another wrestling match over a menu, I’m walking out.”

“Sure,” he said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Whatever you want.”

As you both walked out of the office areas and back to the mall, you muttered under your breath, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” he said, falling into step beside you. “And next time? Maybe we’ll skip the handcuffs… unless you’re into that.”

You glared at him, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, curving into an unwilling smile. Maybe chaos wasn’t such a bad foundation after all.

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room as Bucky groggily reached for the remote. Still half-asleep, he flicked on the TV, more out of habit than interest. The morning show’s upbeat jingle played, and he squinted at the screen, his brain catching up to the cheerful voices of the two hosts.

“—and now, for what might be the most hilarious Christmas shopping moment caught on camera!” the female host announced, barely suppressing her laughter.

Her co-host, a grinning man in a Santa tie, chimed in, “Oh, this is a good one. Forget Hallmark—this is real-life rom-com material, folks. Roll the clip!”

Bucky froze mid-stretch as the screen transitioned to shaky footage of himself and you, locked in a dramatic tug-of-war over the train set in the middle of the toy aisle. The commentary from the crowd was clear as day.

“Go lady! You’ve got this!”

“Ten bucks on the guy with the metal arm!”

“Oh, no,” Bucky muttered, sitting up straighter, dread pooling in his stomach.

The video jumped to the box tearing in half, scattering train pieces like confetti, followed by the baby wailing and someone shouting, “SANTA WOULDN’T APPROVE!”

The hosts erupted into laughter.

“Okay, okay,” the woman said, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m calling it now—this is the meet-cute of the decade. I can hear the Hallmark writers typing this into a script.”

Her co-host nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. Two strangers, both fighting for the same toy on the eve of Christmas eve—classic enemies-to-lovers setup.”

They both howled with laughter as the clip transitioned to grainy security footage of you and Bucky cuffed together, bickering like an old married couple.

“And this is where the movie writes itself,” the man said, pointing to the screen. “They’re forced to spend time together, cuffed in the security office. Sparks fly. Cue the heartwarming ending!”

The woman leaned toward the camera, her expression conspiratorial. “So, the real question is… did they exchange numbers? Did they get coffee? Did they—”

Bucky groaned and buried his face in his hands as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, flipping it over to see a message from Sam:

Sam: Congratulations, you’re famous. 

A second message immediately followed:

Sam: Also, what happened next? Don’t leave me hanging! Did you at least get her number?

Bucky tossed his phone onto the bed with a groan, only for it to buzz again. This time it was Steve:

Steve: They’re right. This does sound like the start of a love story. Please tell me you didn’t blow it.

“Unbelievable,” Bucky muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face as the TV hosts continued speculating.

“What do we think, folks?” the male host asked, gesturing dramatically. “Should we start a Twitter campaign to find out what happened next? I need closure!”

“Absolutely!” the female host replied. “If you’re watching this, toy train couple, please—reach out. America is invested.”

“I’m never leaving the house again.” Bucky groaned louder, sinking into the pillows. 

His phone buzzed again.

Sam: Famous AND trending. Look at you.

Bucky grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it, his muffled voice barely audible: “I hate Christmas.”

He sighed and shifted, his pillow falling to the floor—he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, his irritation melted away as he looked to his right, where your figure was still peacefully curled under the covers. Your hair was a mess from the night before, your cheek pressed against the pillow in a way that made you look adorably innocent—though Bucky distinctly remembered you weren’t so innocent a few hours ago.

A small, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. He let out a breath, shaking his head as he muttered to himself, “Actually. . . Maybe I don’t hate it too much.”

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[accio-victuuri]

bits shared by rufeng about xiao zhan @ yuguyao shoot when she visited + stories from friends:

1. He started holding a small black fan in April and blowing it all the time.

2. When filming Shiying’s torture scene, he went to the director’s house to watch and ask if the movements will look like dancing (because no post-production effects have been added yet)

3. 520 : invited the crew to eat Deluxe ice cream. When the filming is completed, the whole group will be given a Tasogare Sakura coffee gift box, and also invited the crew to drink bubble tea.

4. He specifically asked the crew to help him find a reliable fitness center. Personal trainers don’t dare to go to the gym to exercise, so they do it secretly. Find a place to exercise;

5. The director and producer called Zanzan Zhan Ge and the co-stars call him big brother ( da-ge )

6. When filming, the character needs to be "held up" and there are quite a lot of little expressions and movements while holding a small fan in the gap. For example, when stretching, he will raise his arms to the left and right , swinging like seaweed, it still has the shadow of the time when he filmed Aling.

7. Director Zheng of Ah Ling went to visit the set. During the chat, he jokingly asked him who was more fierce, Director Zheng or Director Jiang (Yu Gu Yao). Zan Zan said that Director Zheng was fiercer.

8. When rehearsing, he still said "Mou Ti Yi" to the director in Cantonese, and he would move his lips in a mumbling manner. He would still make a few onomatopoeias while speaking the lines and then sing along.

9. When drinking water, he still took a big sip with a puffy face and swallowed it slowly.

10. After teaching Zhu Yan the wind control technique, Shi Ying walked up the steps with an umbrella. The drone flew over very close to his head. He relied on the umbrella to block him and couldn't take a picture of him. He also made a "woo~" sound in his mouth to cheer.

11. You can smell his fragrance at a close distance~not strong, it's a sweet fragrance, and it doesn't smell like perfume, but more like a little physical powder (could it be the fragrance of makeup powder?). The skin is very good! The eyelashes are not as long as I imagined.

12. He got a bamboo pole prop and started playing with it, just like when he was playing with his brother (yibo) in the A-Ling era, imitating the movements of a Japanese samurai swinging a sword.

13. When Director Zheng of The Untamed visited the set and chatted, he jokingly asked XZ if he thought the show would be popular when he was filming The Untamed. XZ replied with an embarrassed smile: Whether it would be popular or not is a mystery.

14. Director Jiang admired XZ very much and said that he was definitely not a top-tier star (meaning that many people have a prejudice that the term top-tier star means that it is an idol with only traffic). He praised him for being serious and having his own ideas, and for taking the initiative to discuss with the director. Later, when XZ was chatting with the producer, he asked the director if he had any suggestions for my performance, and if so, he must tell me more. The producer then relayed the director's evaluation of XZ, and XZ said, "Please tell the director for me, I can do better."

15. When Hun Dun forced Zhu Yan to jump into a hole, Shi Ying needed to smile evilly, and XZ exaggeratedly shook his shoulders and laughed “hiahia” when walking around.

16. It is said that 11 trackers were found under XZ’s car (not during the YGY period). During the YGY period, he was followed by SS in the middle of the night, and the police were called to arrest them. There was another time when seven proxy photographers were caught at once.

source

to those who is not familiar with rufeng, she works in the industry and was part of CQL crew. feel free to not believe the bits shared.

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 15

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Once they were outside Kara steered them confidently to a cosy little cafe a few blocks away, and insisted on going up to order while Lena sat down on one of the saggy sofas tucked into a back corner. It wasn’t somewhere she would normally have gone into, or even really noticed to pass it on the street. It was a little down at heel, the couch wearing threadbare in patches and some of the paint peeling around the windows, but they had a huge bookshelf filled with an assortment of tatty paperbacks and board games, the whole place smelled welcomingly of fresh coffee and newly baked cakes, and Lena found herself relaxing back into the cushions much more readily than she would have somewhere more upmarket.

In here it didn’t seem to matter that she was still wearing her harness-rumpled theatre t-shirt and sports leggings, or that her hair was a little bit sweaty. It felt like somewhere you could just flop down onto the shabby furniture and be yourself.

It was kind of perfect.

A couple of minutes later Kara was back, a massive mug topped with mounds of fluffy cream and studded all over with mini marshmallows in either hand.

‘What is that?’

‘It’s the deluxe chocolate special, and it’s medicinal, so no complaints.’

Kara plonked one of the mugs down in front of Lena, then took her seat beside her on the squashy couch, knee crooked up onto the cushion so that she was half turned towards her.

‘So… do you want to talk about what happened up there?’

Kara’s expression was all gentle compassion, but Lena found herself unable to meet it. She looked down at her drink instead, nudging the marshmallows around with the edge of her spoon so that all the pink were on one side, all the white on the other, just so she would have an excuse not to look up and meet Kara’s eyes.

‘You don’t have to if you’d rather not tell me. We can talk about something else.’

‘No, no it’s not that. Honestly I’m just so embarrassed. I can’t believe I reacted like that when I knew perfectly well I wasn’t in any danger – it was completely irrational.’

Kara was quiet for a moment, scooping cream from her own hot cocoa while she considered Lena’s words.

‘Did you know that I’m claustrophobic?’

‘I- no. I didn’t.’

‘It’s not something I really tell people if I can help it, but yeah, I am. More so when I was younger. I used to have panic attacks all the time when I first moved in with the Danvers’. It got better over time, but I still feel it sometimes, in elevators, or small places I know I can’t easily get out of. It’s not rational, but my body doesn’t care, and it feels impossible to just logic my way out of it while it’s happening.’

Lena thought of all the times they had shared an elevator. Kara had always seemed perfectly composed, and she wondered what signs she might have missed that she should have been looking after her friend in those moments, rather than casually flirting with her. She wished she had known before so that she could have been more supportive, but she also understood this being something that could feel intensely private, and was touched that Kara was willing to open up to her about it now. It made her want to offer the same in return.

She put her mug back down on the table and turned to give Kara and the conversation her full attention.

‘Do you mind me asking- do you know why it happens? Did something trigger it for you, or has it always been that way?’

‘Not always. It started after an accident I was in as a kid – I was in a car that went off the road and ended up in a ravine. Somehow I wasn’t hurt at all by the fall, but the doors were crushed in pretty badly, and I was trapped in there for- I don’t even know. It felt like years to me then, but I know it can’t have been all that long really – a couple of days maybe. Not long enough for dehydration to become a major danger anyway. I was definitely there for at least one night though, because I remember it being so so dark, and being sure that there were Things right outside trying to come in and hurt me. I was so afraid and so sure no one was ever coming to rescue me. It was not long after my parents died, though I don’t know where I was going or who was driving me, because I can’t remember anyone else being in the car with me or how they got out when I didn’t... I think I’ve blocked a lot of the details out honestly. I just remember how scared I was, and how trapped I felt, and sometimes that all comes flooding back out when I least expect it.’

‘Oh my god, Kara, that’s horrific. I didn’t know…’

But of course, she had known.

Lena had done her research on National City’s resident Kryptonian years ago, and unlike her true identity, the story of how she had come to Earth was hardly a well kept secret. She knew that Supergirl’s pod had gone off route and ended up stuck in the phantom zone for years with the thirteen year old Kryptonian sealed inside it, entirely alone with the knowledge that her whole planet was dead and there was no one left to come and save her. She had just never fully made the connection that that had also happened to Kara – her Kara. Potstickers and trivia Kara. Sunshine smiles and long hugs and ‘I will always protect you’ Kara. She couldn’t bear to imagine her young and afraid, alone in the dark and unable to move from the small space she was trapped in. The story had always been awful, but when it was Kara’s, it was unimaginable.

‘I’m so, so sorry you went through that... And I also cannot believe that you told me a couple of months ago that you “didn’t really have any trauma”.’

Kara exhaled a soft laugh, in spite of the serious subject matter.

‘When you put it like that it does sound kind of ridiculous to claim. I guess I just try not to think about that time in my life too much. I was fostered not long after that, and they were brilliant with me. I got this new wonderful, loving family and a big sister who looked out for me even when we fought, and I was so lucky compared to so many other kids, especially ones who lose their parents at that age. It’s not easy finding a new family as a teenager, and I could so easily have ended up lost in the system, but I didn’t. I think part of me always feels like I can’t complain about any of the bad stuff because I know how good I had it in so many ways.’

‘Well I definitely think that you have every right to complain because I can’t even imagine how awful that must have been for you on top of losing your parents so young… But I also know what you mean. With the Luthors I grew up with immense privilege. I was raised in a mansion, got the best education money could buy, and physically I wanted for nothing. I thrived in a lot of ways, and now I’m a billionaire in my own right, so I never really felt the right to claim a tragic backstory. But… you know my birth mother died when I was four?’

‘Yes. She drowned, right?’

‘She did. I was there.’

‘What?’

‘When it happened. I was with her. It’s one of my earliest memories.’

Lena closed her eyes briefly while she gathered the courage to tell the next part. It was one of her darkest truths and she almost couldn’t bear to let the words out into the light of day, but Kara had shared her own painful past, and Lena wanted to reciprocate in kind no matter how much it might hurt. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued.

‘I saw her out in the water and I knew that something was wrong, but... I just watched. Silent. I could have screamed or run for help, I could have gone in and tried to rescue her myself, but I didn’t do any of it. I just stood there on the bank and watched my mother die, and ever since I have been trying to come to terms with what I did… I still see it in my dreams. Her swallowing water, struggling to breath, and me watching and doing nothing. What kind of child would do nothing while her mother drowned before her eyes?’

Lena’s eyes had flooded with unwelcome tears, and Kara pressed a wodge of paper napkins into her hand, holding onto her a few moments longer than strictly necessary.

‘That must have been so horrendous for you to witness, and I am so sorry that you went through that. But Lena, you were four. You were so, so little, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.’

‘She was dying. How could I not have known?’

‘Because you were a baby. At four you barely grasp the concept of death as a thing, let alone that it could ever happen to your parent. Parents are invincible, permanent things to four year olds, there was no way you could have understood. I was thirteen when I lost my family, and I still felt like one day they’d turn up and tell me it had all been some huge mistake after all. What happened to you and your mother was an awful, horrible tragedy, but it wasn’t your fault, and the last thing your mom would have wanted was for you to spend the rest of your life blaming yourself for it.’

If she was being objective about it, Lena knew that Kara probably had a point. Developmental psychology might not be her field, but she knew enough about the maturation schedule of the human brain to understand that at age four she couldn’t have been at a stage where she could fully comprehend what had happened to her mother, let alone have the capability to form a rational plan to rescue her in the few minutes it had taken for her to die.

But Lena’s guilt over her mother’s death and the years she had borne the burden of her own inaction were too big and complicated a thing to simply set down, or even acknowledge aloud that maybe they hadn’t been entirely justified. So instead she confessed a related but less intimate truth – one that was the most she could manage to offer up in this moment.

‘I’ve been deathly afraid of drowning since then. Of course, with the Luthors fear was something you overcame as quickly and quietly as possible lest it be used against you later, so I was enrolled in private swimming lessons when I was five, and even ended up swimming competitively for a brief period before I was allowed to quit to focus on fencing... but I still hate deep water.’

‘So… is the fear of heights more a fear of depths? Because it reminds you of deep water?’

‘I think that’s where it started. I have this vivid memory of a family trip somewhere in the Luthor jet – I’m not sure where, but it can’t have been long after they took me in. Lex had made me this model airplane with a fully functioning propulsion system so he could teach me how a plane stays in the air, and I was excited to be flying for – not the first time, but the first time without being a newly orphaned child on her way to live with strangers. And I really did enjoy it at first. Lex was in his best big brother mode and didn’t even seem to mind when I accidentally broke his plane, he just distracted me by pointing out the view from the window. He talked about it like it was our own private play set that we could reach out and touch if we wanted, and I thought flying was going to be my new favourite thing. Only then the land ran out and there was nothing but blue water as far as I could see, and I started to worry that our plane might fall out of the air the way the model had, and if it did we would all end up down there in the water and I wouldn’t be able to swim back to shore, and I would drown just like my mother. Of course I knew exactly what that looked and sounded like by then, so I could imagine it only too vividly... I always hated flying after that, for all I’ve done so much of it. It isn’t just that though. As an adult I have had some… bad experiences with heights. I would have died several times over if Supergirl hadn’t been there to catch me.’

Lena paused, her eyes meeting Kara’s. She wanted to say thank you for all the times she had saved her without her realising who it was, and for making her feel so much safer flying than she ever had before, despite what seemed like near constant assassination attempts. But she couldn’t, so instead she settled for:

‘But not this time. This time you saved me.’

‘I wouldn’t go that far. You’d have got down fine by yourself eventually, I just helped a little.’

‘You did more than help a little. Seriously, Kara. Thank you. You’re my hero.’

Kara gave her the softest, sweetest smile then, and the moment between them felt so intensely pure and open that Lena found she had to break it or she would do something stupid.

Like cry.

Or lean over and kiss Kara.

She looked back down at her hot cocoa instead, its cream now dripping down the sides of the mug, and took a messy sip, trying to bury her swelling emotion in chocolatey escapism. She stayed like that for several slow, sugary swallows, until melted marshmallow was adhering to her lips and she felt she had regained enough composure to meet Kara’s eyes again without doing something she shouldn’t. She tried for lightness instead, as if they hadn’t just had the most intense, honest exchange of her recent past in the corner of a chintzy little coffee house.

‘So. I think it’s safe to say that I shouldn’t come with you next time you do this.’

Kara must have realised that Lena needed to be done with the deep conversation, and switched gears without missing a beat to match the joking tone of her comment.

‘Darn, really? I was going to suggest we try base jumping next week.’

Lena gave a theatrical shudder.

‘You know what? That sounds like it would be a great sister bonding opportunity. You should get Alex to go with you.’

‘Oh, that is a FANTASTIC idea.’

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty one

*Ellie’s POV* two months later The last two months have been an absolute whirlwind, it was hard to believe it was already August. Noah moved in with me but he’s only been here half the time since he’s been back and forth from LA for work and doing a few festival shows. When he was here though we spent most of the time exploring around Vancouver and getting Noah familiar with what the city had to offer. It still didn’t feel real that was he was permanently here, I kept waiting for him to go home to LA .

One of the best things about Noah being here was him spending time with Liam and developing a bond with him. Liam loved having Noah around which was such a relief because I was worried he wouldn’t like sharing our space. Noah spent a lot of undivided time with him and his calm, patient, kind nature helped him gained Liams trust pretty quickly. He even introduced Liam to Naruto and now it was their favourite pastimes. I also tried to not get offended when Liam started wanting Noah to read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, but their bond was so special I let it go. “Ow.” I turned around and saw Noah holding his shoulder, making me sigh. As much as I loved that Noah brought some of his music equipment with him, our living room was getting a little crowded. We had my desk, some guitars and Liams toy shelf in here, along with a sectional the size of Texas. I turned my attention back to my computer so I could wrap up some emails for work. Seconds later Noah came over and gently rubbed my shoulders, making me lose my train of thought. “I’m almost done.” I breathed as he brought his lips to the back of my neck. “Okay, I want to talk to you about something important when you’re done.” I raised my eyebrow at him, “I can type and listen.” “No you finish, I’ll make us some coffee first.” He whispered before kissing the top of my head. My head tingled from the contact as he walked towards the kitchen. Noah’s love language has been making me coffee when he’s here, which I’d never complain about because he always made it perfectly. He set up a full coffee bar when he moved in, making me anything from matcha’s, flat whites to iced oat milk lattes. When Liam was having a sleepless night he would even steam milk and honey for him to sleep, which worked like an absolute charm. “So what did you want to talk about?” I asked as I sat down on the couch. Noah came around the corner, a hot coffee in hand for me. I smiled as he passed it to me, feeling the warmth against my hands.

“While I appreciate all of us cramming into this condo together, we need more space. Jolly and I have been toying with the idea of a deluxe album so I’ll need a recording studio sooner than later.” He fiddled with the strings on his hoodie, looking nervous as all hell as he looked at me. “I had some places lined up to look at this afternoon if you’re interested.” “Seriously?” “Yes Ellie.” He smirked, “you can’t tell me it doesn’t feel crowded. I know Liam is only here half the time, but it would be nice to give him more space to play too. Not that I don’t trust him, but some of these guitars are really expensive so I need them somewhere safe.” “No I get it, and it would be nice to actually have an office.” My tone changed, getting excited about the idea, “so when do we go?” Noah just smiled at me before finished up our coffees. He had picked six houses that were in this area to look at because he liked it here, and I did too. After quickly getting dressed we got into the car and drove about 10 minutes away from the condo to a small bungalow that was almost identical to his home in LA. My stomach dropped a little, I didn’t want to be reminded of what happened there. Our realtor showed us around but I could tell even Noah didn’t like it, he took one loop around the kitchen and said we weren’t interested. 

The next few houses didn't impress us and neither of us could see ourselves building a future in them. I started to wonder if we needed to hire a new realtor because he wasn’t getting it. Noah wore his defeat on his face and I tried to remain positive for him but it was hard. I grabbed his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze as we pulled up to the next house, which was also the last one. “Holy shit.” My jaw dropped as we pulled into the driveway. It was a two story modern home but with much darker aesthetics. Once we got out of the car I noticed and it had the cutest front porch, and it was on a quiet cul-de-sac. I was already picturing Liam riding a bike around here in the summer. Noah’s eyes glowed as he looked over at me, this could be it. Noah and I were walking around the house in complete awe, every room was leaving us speechless. We found out it was just built this year, so no one had lived in it yet. The interior matched with the exteriors aesthetics with the doors, window frames, all the cabinets and lights being black with gold fixtures. The floors were a lighter wood finish and the walls were a soft white and the house had so much natural lighting. It had 5 bedrooms, which was good because Liam can have his own room and we could have guest rooms for when the guys come up. There was also a small office off of the living room that would be perfect for me, or for Noah to turn into a recording studio. This house was meant for us.

“I saved this for last, because I think you’ll love the backyard the most.” We both gasped as we headed outside, my hand squeezed Noah's harder as I looked around. There was a large patio with a fire pit, again, perfect for us when the guys come up and a decent sized yard with a small in ground pool. My eyes wondered over to a detached garage that had a bonus room above it. Noah’s eyes lit up and I could instantly tell he wanted to make it his recording studio. Seeing him like this made my heart melt. Unfortunately our excitement wore off when we saw the price, it was a bit out of Noah’s price range. Unfortunately Vancouver real estate was, if not worse than LA’s was. Our realtor assured us he could get the asking price down since it had been on the market for a while and would get back to us with a better number by tomorrow. We felt our dream home slipping out of our hands and it was crushing me to see Noah so distraught over it. We thanked the realtor and drove home in complete silence.

“What if I sold my condo?” “Are you sure?” Noah sighed, not taking his eyes off the road.

"This house was made for us babe. My condo has doubled since I bought it and I paid it off, so it would help us with a downpayment. We can make this happen."

Noah put the car in the park as we pulled up the condo, sighing heavily. My eyes pleaded for him to give in for once and let me help, considering this was something for us. He brought his hand up to my face and held my cheek in his palm. I studied the freckles on his sun kissed face as he tried to find his words. “That house really was made for us, wasn’t it?” I just nodded on account I was melting into his hand. A small smirk appeared on his face before he gently kissed me, leaving me wanting more. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed my bottom lip as a million thoughts raced through my mind. Our eyes remained locked on each other and that gravitational pull made it impossible to look away. “Lets go get our home then.”

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

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I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway. 

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh. 

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward. 

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf. 

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.” 

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. 

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her. 

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her. 

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?” 

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.” 

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you? 

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me. 

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin. 

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart. 

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back. 

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home. 

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.” 

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen. 

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. 

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.” 

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

Next chapter

[anabdaniels]

Family reunion

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (works for plus size reader)

Word counting: 1.7k

Rating: +18

Warning: Clothed sex, squirting, fingering.

A/N: This is the part 2 of Choosing gifts.

Main Masterlist | Cowboycember Masterlist

“Honey, calm down.” Jack said probably for the fifth time.

“I’m trying, but it’s not that simple.” You sighed while Jack parked in front of his family’s ranch.

“Darlin’ ain’t the first time you spend a day with my family.” He said while turning off the car.

“But it’s the first time I'm doing it on Christmas and after finding out that a few of your relatives don’t like me.” You raised your eyebrows, making Jack chuckle and cup your cheek with his hand.

“Just to remind you that just less than half of my relatives will be there because not even my parents like their siblings and my mother already told you that if was a choice, I’d be the one kicked out of family parties instead of you.” You couldn’t hold a quiet laugh since your mother-in-law in fact had told you that.

“Alright, you’ve made a good point here.” You finally agreed shaking your head.

As you two got out of the car, Theo, the family dog was the first one greeting you, followed by the figure of your sister-in-law, already looking excited and not thinking twice before wrapping her arms around her brother.

“Hi, little one.” Jack said while also holding Julia tight as it always happened between them.

“I was missing your old ass.” Julia said pretty sincerely, making him chuckle.

“We saw each other yesterday, Julie.”

“I don’t care. Your Mary Poppins service in my childhood is showing its consequences now.” She winked with a smile, looking very much like Jack, then letting him go and turning to you “Hi, sister.” She said already hugging you tight, making you smile widely, besides being only 15, Julia seemed to like a lot to spend time with you.

“Hi, darling.” You hugged her back, feeling Theo sniffing both of you animatedly.

Exactly as Jack had told you a hundred times, everything worked amazingly; all his uncles and aunties were amazing with you, just like his parents and cousins, you felt more at home than ever and Jack’s mother spent the whole day talking about how much she loved the necklace you gave her.

After an enjoyable cozy day, you and Jack were back home, accompanied by the tone of gifts his family had given to both of you, letting everything on the living room floor and getting comfortable on the sofa.

“I wonder if your mother had taken off the necklace.” You said with a soft chuckle taking off your shoes.

“Knowing her, I’d say that our dear Olivia will stay with it for a week.” Jack affirmed while letting his hat resting on the coffee table “But now we need to talk about your Christmas gift.” He said with an excited expression.

“Yes, we need, because I’m dying in curiosity.” You said holding your hands together.

“Gimme a second.” He walked through the hallway and entered his office. No more than two minutes later Jack was back with a box of considerable size and sat next to you. “I hope I got the best option.” He said while giving you the gift.

“Knowing your skills to choose gifts, I already know you’ve made an amazing choice.” You answered with an excited smile while carefully opening the wrapping paper, getting more curious when it revealed a white paper box with no identification and not thinking much before removing its lid, smiling widely as you saw the content of it. “There’s no way.” You said while grabbing what was inside the box, a deluxe edition set with all seasons of your favorite show ever. “Jack Daniels, you’re the best husband in this world.” You left your gift on the coffee table and leaned forward, sinking between his arms and holding him tight.

“I’m glad you liked it, honeybee.” Jack pressed a kiss on the top of your head with both arms around you.

“I loved it.” You affirmed sincerely and leaned your head back to look at him “And I should warn you to not have high expectations about your gift.”

“Just the fact that you spent time on it is more than enough to already make me happy with it.” Jack said with a warm smile, kissing your forehead.

“Very well then.” You smiled and got up, grabbing him by the hand and walking upstairs. Once in the bedroom, you made him sit on the edge of the bed. “You wait right here, ‘cause we don’t want any spoilers.” He nodded promptly despite dying out of curiosity and with what you had in mind. You walked inside the closet, feeling butterflies in your stomach with the realization of what you were about to do. Trying not to overthink it, you got dressed, took a look to make sure your hair was in place, and then took a deep breath to create the necessary courage. “Close your eyes.” You said before taking another deep breath.

“Alright.” Jack answered closing his eyes, dying in curiosity about what your plans were and completely clueless about what could it be. You walked inside the bedroom, trying to keep your composure and control your mean thoughts that insisted on telling you that you were being ridiculous doing that. Jack tilted his head slightly when he felt the familiar weight of your body on his lap and couldn’t resist his curiosity anymore, opening his eyes and smiling widely as he saw you in that black lace nightgown, looking like the best thing he had ever seen in front of his eyes.

“I tried to think about an actual good gift, but I couldn’t think of anything, so…” you got interrupted by Jack’s thumb resting on your lips.

“My love I can assure you that nothing in this world could be a better gift than my dear wife looking so beautiful.” Jack answered sincerely resting both hands on your waist, caressing the sides of your body. “Just for the record, I don’t mind getting the same gift next year.” He stated while shamelessly checking out your cleavage.

“You’re way too kind with the pathetic things I do.” You said quietly, looking down.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jack grabbed your face between his hands “Don’t talk like that about such an amazing surprise and your amazing look. You’re a stunning woman and for sure the best gift I could ever receive.” Before you could form a retort, he leaned forward and kissed you, passing one arm around your body and pulling you closer, letting you feel the restrained erection inside his jeans, giving you the assurance that he meant every word he said.

Before you could realize it, Jack’s hands were all over you, groping hands full of your curves as he kissed all over your jaw, neck, and chest, inhaling deeply to enjoy the scent of your skin mixed with your perfume. Laying one hand on your hip, Jack smirked against your skin as he noticed you had nothing under the nightgown, making Jack even more turned on. With no ceremony, Jack undid his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing cock and looking at you with a desirous gaze.

“I promise you I’ll give you all the attention you deserve later, honeybee, but I need you now.” Jack said in a hoarse voice, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, taking a moan from both of you as he rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, slowly sliding inside you.

Your hips involuntarily moved forward to meet his thrust, making you clench around him and grab the collar of his shirt tight. Heavily carried away, Jack grabbed your hips, making you move at a steady pace on his lap, giving you not much options beyond whimpering and contorting on his lap, leaning your head back with your eyes closed hard.

“Fuckin’ Christ, I’m starting to love Christmas.” Jack said in a heavy breath, admiring the vision of your body bouncing so beautifully on his lap. Eager for everything he could get, Jack slid the shoulder slings of your nightgown down your arms, gently pulling the fabric of your cleavage carefully, releasing your breasts and grabbing both of them, thumbing your nipples and kissing every inch of skin around and between your breasts.

To be honest, you didn’t expect that to have such an effect on Jack, and it was ruining any self-control you could have, making you ride him intensively, sinking your hips on his lap, taking every inch of him inside you unbelievably effortlessly, as you kept your head leaned back and your fingers twisted on the collar of his shirt.

Immeasurably catch by the whole moment, Jack was aware that at every move of your hips accompanied by those sweet moans, his rationality was being thrown out of the window and he knew that holding back wouldn’t be possible for much longer, so Jack took the most reasonable decision, moving one hand to between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same time he leaned forward and kissed you, everything at once almost overwhelming you and pushing you over the edge, resulting on you whimpering against his lips and clenching unbearably much around his cock as you felt your body making his jeans wet as you sank into your orgasm. Completely mesmerized by everything going on, Jack let himself go, moving both of his hands to your back to keep your body pressed against him. He bit your lower lip softly while erratically thrusting deeply on you, strongly sinking his hands on the soft flesh of your back as he came, filling you up while letting out a hoarse groan.

Keeping you in his arms, Jack let his body collapse back on the bed, letting you rest comfortably on his chest as both of you got your breaths back. After a few moments, he caressed your hair and kissed your forehead while nestling you better in his embrace.

“Sugar, can I ask you something?” too lazy to do anything else, you simply nodded and waited for him to proceed “Don’t wanna sound like a leech, but I’d love to have the same gift for my birthday.” You couldn’t hold back a genuine laugh at his brutal honesty, shaking your head slightly and getting more cozy against him, aware that he was serious about it.

[christian-oc-tournament]

Casey was perched in the backseat of Farolds car. Lennon sat in the passenger side with his feet on the window. He traced his fingers along his right arm which was still bleeding immensely. His eyes drooped and his head ached. 

“Idiots” he whispered to himself. “We are idiots, aren't we Farold?” Lennon jokingly looked at Farold. And he responded, “We’re such idiots and I can’t even remember why we did it.” he glanced at Casey, raising an eyebrow judgingly. “Do you?” Casey just rolled his eyes. “And try not to get any blood on the seat. It stains things you know.” he smiled and looked back at the road.

“Oh, no. don’t worry,” he waved his hand, “it’s just a cut, my arm definitely isn’t pouring out blood.” he said sarcastically, “no it’s fine, I’ll just cease my bleeding entirely.” he shuffled uncomfortably. “Thank you,” Farold replied.

They drove left, onto Cottage Grove Ave. “you know what I find funny?” Casey looked at him. “It’s always the surgeon who gets injured.” 

Eventually Casey’s tiredness caught up with him. “I need coffee.” He announced. “Coffee, eh?” Farold veered right and took a U turn. “What was that for?” Lennon shouted. “Casey wants coffee,” he answered. “Coffee? We’re currently on the run.” Lennon explained. “I wouldn’t say ‘on the run,’” Farold said, “more like we did something the police didn’t like and now they’re in their dumb police cars headed to the airport.” Lennon could see what he meant. 

“So what should it be?” Lennon took out his phone. Farold leaned over to look. “There’s a Mcdonalds.” Casey looked disgusted, “who the devil would have Mcdonalds sickening coffee.” Farold shook his head in agreement. “True that.” he leaned over further. “Keep your eyes on the road!” Lennon shouted. Farold swerved and knocked his head against the door, he grasped the wheel and got back on track.  Casey winced, “My arm! Farold watch out!” he rubbed his arm. “Sorry,” Farold straightened up. Lennon glared at him. “Honestly,” he rolled his eyes. 

He took his phone out again. “Oh, well I’m afraid it’s all that’s open at this time of night.” Casey rubbed his brow, “Anything if it’ll get me coffee” Farold turned “Mcdonalds it is.” 

“So what are you getting?” Lennon asked the driver. “Excuse me, but we are supposed to be getting coffee. ” Casey was growing irritated. “Since we’re going we might as well get something else. Am I right?” Lennon looked at Farold. “So right.” 

They drove about eleven minutes until they arrived. “So, what will it be?” Farold asked. “Coffee, black.” he stated. “I think I’ll take a spicy deluxe crispy, extra cheese. A small fry, and water. And… ” he looked back at Lennon, “what do you want?” He didn’t think twice, “I’ll take a 6 piece mcnugget happy meal.” Farold stuck his head out the window, “A 6 piece mcnugget happy meal.” he told the machine, “what about my coffee?” and with that he drove off.

“You forgot the coffee!” They came up to the window. The worker handed them their food. “Thank you. Have a nice night.” he drove off. Casey flung his hands wide open. “Where’s my coffee!?” he shouted. But Farold ignored him. “These fries are better than any I’ve ever had,” he said with his mouth full. “And this spicy chicken is amazing. I don’t know how they do it.”

Casey was very cross. “Just go back and get me coffee! I’m not playing any of your games.” he demanded. But still no one answered. “Hold on,” Farold set down his drink. “Did you hear something?” Lennon looked around, “nope, did you?” he asked, “I thought I did,” he picked up his sandwich. “It was probably the wind.” Casey had had enough. He took a hold of his knife and flung it in between right where Lennon and Farold were sitting.

They both recoiled in shock. They looked back at Casey with wide eyes. Although he himself looked flabbergasted. 

Lennon was astonished. “Well what was that for?” 

Notes:

okay sso I know this is really bad. but I had to write something an I was rushed. (also I was going to draw a picture but didn't have the time. so, sorry)

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[rinzler-smoocher]

Thinking about.... a Motorcity au, where similar to Mike, Rinzler first worked as a high leader under Kane, doing his damndest to wife out the Burners and get back at Mike for abandoning them for such an awful cause.

But, when Mike and the team are caught completely by surprise by Rinzler when he shows up in Old Detroit, he gets a sort of Christmas Carol show around about the lie he was living in Deluxe Detroit & instantly switches side, determined to make things right and fight for the right side.

& on one lonesome walk around Old Detroit, Rinzler stops dead in his tracks as he finds a young man fixing a radio controlled toy for a few kids while they're watching him, as patiently as single digit kids can manage.

After a bit, he returns the helicopter-bladed car to the kids and watches them with a huge grin on his face when they charge it up, and the thing flies and drives like never before.

Rinzler can't help himself but approach the stranger and compliments his fast handiwork. He introduces himself and Flint clocks him immediately for being a Deluxe runaway after nodding to Rinzler's all too perfectly clean white boots he had yet to get rid of.

Not having anything else to do at the moment, Rinzler jumps at the chance whrn Flint asks him to join for a cup of strong coffee, all while Flint led Rinzler to his workshop, where he had a number of old-old-old computers and had been trying diligently to hack into Deluxes safety nets, so he could help Kane down a level or two, his own way.

Intrigued, the two start working together and make their own partnership, to tag team work with the Burners, and for Flint to help Rinzler adjust to this brand new old world lol

[kariachi]

Oh look, more Jones stuff. First meeting between the grandparents.

~~

Ethan Jones would like to say he was not the sort of man to push his luck. That he had learned from his dad’s early death to take small bites.

He was twenty-three, two train robberies deep, and silently promising to make sure whoever’d snitched never spoke again if Carlos and Ramon didn’t get to them first as he did his best to play cool slipping into a bustling diner.

With any luck small town cops were stupid and he’d properly lost them in back in that library, but that was no reason not to try to blend in. So, he kept it casual, just another joe coming in on his lunch break, or stopping as he passed through, nobody worth looking at or remembering. Threw a little thank you upstairs when he noticed an empty booth- all the better for not being noticed. Didn’t look at anybody, didn’t say anything, just headed straight over and got himself settled into a seat.

The place had to be well staffed or run like a machine because he’d swear not sooner had he let himself breathe than there was a waitress setting a menu down in front of him.

“Welcome, how you doing today?” And what a waitress. Young woman had to be at least as tall as him, broad and fat, tan skin, black hair in a ponytail. He couldn’t have kept himself from smiling if he’d wanted to.

“Better now I’m here,” he said, and it hadn’t been a lie even before he’d seen her. There was security in a crowd, and lunch crowds were distracted crowds at that. Fuck, there’d been a year he’d been able to buy Spenc a store cake like he liked for his birthday, though he’d told Ma he’d got the money helping the old man down the street, like she hadn’t known he was lying. “Think you could start me off with a coffee? Been a long morning.”

“Of course.” She’d smiled back at him as she left, one he let himself think might not just be polite, and he turned to the menu. Reasonable prices, as to be expected for a rural area that needed to be affordable to the blue-collar folks that ate there. The idea of a vegetable sandwich costing the same as a sausage sandwich caught him a moment, but it was the same as all the standard ones, so he at least had to commend the consistency. Already planning to drive himself across state lines that afternoon, probably have to steal a new car or at least a set of plates, Ethan made sure to order a solid meal when she came back. Hamburger deluxe, fries, slice of pie, and a can of pineapple juice since he'd never had pineapple before and she seemed like the sort of classy lady who expected a man to know his way around fruit. Or at least deserved a man who did.

Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, even with most of his cut stashed away, and enough sent to his mom and sister, he had enough to cover him for the next while dotted around.

He was thinking about that, what stashes he was going to dig into and which direction to go, alongside the continuous flipping through names for just who he would be hunting down, when the door opened and the volume in the diner dropped. Not a lot, but enough for him to know that whoever had walked in had at least some people’s attention. With a deep breath, he very carefully didn’t turn to look, shuffling as inconspicuously as he could to the side. Shoulda grabbed a fucking paper or something, another layer to hide behind…

The waitress made for the door at an easy pace. Ethan was going to have to remember to swing back around once the heat died down, it kept feeling like his heart was tipping on it’s side.

“Is there a reason you’re blocking the door?”

“Afternoon to you too, Wari. We’re looking for a man, little shorter than you, black hair, wearing jeans, a red shirt, blue jacket?”

“Why don’t you describe the other half of the county while you’re here.”

“Wari.”

“Ronnie. You know I’m right, that could be anybody.”

“Someone new, an out-of-towner.”

“… No. If he’s come in here, he wasn’t at my tables, it’s been regulars the last hour.” This woman was a gift.

“And the other girls?”

“Patty! You seen any out-of-towners this rush, black hair, red shirt?” One other waitress? The place was a well-oiled machine.

“Nope! I’ll tell you if I do!”

“Thank you, ladies. We do appreciate the help.”

“Glad to give it, but next time this needs to happen away from the door.”

“Yeah yeah.”

The door opened again. The door closed. Ethan did not leave his spot. Leaving would be suspicious. Instead he just sat there, drinking his coffee and wishing he had something to read, until his food arrived. He flashed Wari (what a wonderful name) a rakish grin.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, a stern look trying and mostly succeeding to stay on her face. Mostly. “Next time, think you could not bring the cops along? Had enough of Ronnie in school.” He grinned wider (‘next time’) and lifted his coffee in a toast.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” Her cheeks colored as she rolled her eyes, his heart doing a little jig.

“Enjoy your meal, and shout if you need anything.” He needed a lot of things, but those could wait. She just got a nod as she turned and went back to work, the grin still on his face as he watched her go.

If she wasn’t a Jones by the end of the year he was going to cry.

~~

She did become a Jones, it just took three years and giving up the criminal career he’d been working on since he was twelve.

It was an easy exchange.

[almostmolly]

(Posted on twitter (@_pinehutch), also. Written in Keep, on my phone, in a single draft, in my car, parked. It's been a while, hey?)

FIVE DRINKS TO GET TO KNOW ME

1. Creek water: snow melt, notes of moss and granite. Serve in a cast-off piece of ceramic electrical insulator (forage for these along the hydro lines). Be lucky, be wild, be young.

2. Maple sap. Take it from the tree, take it from the pail that's nailed to the wood that is hale enough to share. Spring transfusions. Serve quickly, lest you leave lip prints behind.

3. Tea (black, hot, strong), milk. Sugar, if you haven't kissed a girl yet; without, once you have. Serve cupped in the mug that is cupped in your hands that are holding, held, or looking to hold. A drink for all seasons that could use a break. A drink for all seasons.

4. A 26 of Wiser's Deluxe and a case of store brand diet coke, cigarette-smoke garnish. Serve weekends (start before the kids go to bed, these are large volumes!) with the tv up too loud.

5. Something that tastes like fruit, and something that tastes like flowers, and something that takes like those bright rare mornings when someone else makes the coffee. Serve often. More often. A little more.

[citizenzombieproductions]

1951 Chevy Styleline Deluxe 4 Door

Crazy Fish Cars and Coffee 7/25/20

Blue Beauty

[music-fan]

I'm popping in here because I don't know if you've stated this anywhere before or not but I'm curious, favorite albums or songs by car seat headrest. Or just by will toledo doesn't have to just be purely csh.

Difficult question. I change my mind on a lot of CSH songs a lot so this will probably not represent my feelings by tomorrow but here:

favorite albums:

Teens of denial (especially Cosmic Hero & The Ballad of Costa Concordia)

Nervous Young Man (especially Jus' tired & knife in the coffee. I am torn about the gun song but sometimes I really like it)

MADLO: remixes (especially deadlines - yeule remix)

Commit yourself completely

Favorite songs comes in different categories so here, the Delux edition answer

The classics (to me):

Ballad of Costa Concordia

beach life in death

sober to death

Fill in the blank (probably one of the first csh songs I listened to)

songs I resonate with sometimes and like a lot when I do but otherwise won't listen to:

Times to die

Oh! starving

Dreams fall hard

Plane Crash Blues (I can play the piano)

I hate living

happy news for sadness

Recent favorites:

Los baracchos (I don't have any hope left, but the weather is nice) - the monomania version

Other songs I like a lot (usually listen to in certain periods and then stop):

misheard lyrics

is this dust really from the Titanic?

Death at the movies

overexposed (enjoy)

Old favorites I don't listen to much anymore:

Something soon (usually the teens of style edition)

The ending of Dramamine

Songs I like (and listen to as a normal):

Not what I needed

Sunburned shirts (I actually regret this one because it would work good as a "I feel like shit" song if I wasn't used to it)

Kimochi Warui (when? when? when?)

I want you to know I'm awake/I hope you're asleep

Nervous Young Inhumans

Drunk drivers/killer whales

Bandcamp favorites (that I don't listen to much because they're on Bandcamp only):

(inside) the bell jar

Portrait of the artist as a young fag

beach death

[misterslilone]

hi everyone and welcome to my blog!!

ABOUT THIS PAGE...

My page is entirely centred and dedicated all things kink, pink, soft and so i hope you all enjoy what i have to post. I'm not always little on my page, this is just a place where i can feel tiny, show my favorite items and be happy. This is a kink blog, 18+ interactions only!

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW...

• Must be resepctful.

• Must be an 18+ account.

• Coping and healing mechisms.

• Must have your age in your bio.

• Coping and healing mechisms.

DO NOT INTERACT…

• Pedophiles.

• Crosstagging.

• Anti BLM/LGBTQ+.

• No age no add/follow.

• Against slight baby talk.

• Here just to kink/body shame.

• You post political content on your feed.

• Fake subs, pets, doms, littles or switches.

• If you share posts from agere, agedre or petre accounts.

• Sexism, racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia etc.

• Don't ask me to be your pet, sub or little because i'm not going to fall for it.

• Don't ask me for nudes, send nudes or dick pics in my dms.

• Drama starters, drama creators or just here to create unnecessary drama for likes, views, attention etc.

• Minors (my page is a kink blog) so i allow 18+ interactions only!

• If i've previously blocked you before (more than once but yet you want to create another account) just to stalk me or you just want to create unnecessary drama with me for the likes, views and attention.

• If you don't believe it's a creators job to keep minors off their page and regulate that.

ABOUT ME…

Please call me Little one .

22 years old • She/They pronouns.

I'm NOT apart of the ABDL community.

Sub • brat • little • house pet and service sub.

Happily owned, collared and taken by my mister (they/them).

I absolutely love all things dark, goth, soft, edgy, delicate and alternative.

Cgl dynamic • strictly all things kink • coping and healing.

I post and reblog nsfw content so if that makes you uncomfortable this blog isn't for you.

I'm monogamous, don't ask me to be your pet, sub or little. I've been exploring and practicing kink for rooughly 7½ years now.

Likes: Fall, sushi, ramen, iced coffee, skyrim, bluey, cinnamon rolls, mary janes, fawns, deluxe deco pacis, bluey, sylvanian families, pink, winnie the pooh, mary janes, doc martens, spider man, harley quinn, clean spaces, deluxe binkies, spring, bears, bubble baths, sofia the first, onesies, monster inc, cars, outer space, matcha lattes, hello kitty, kuromi, pochaco, wwe, rhea ripley, demon slayer, lambs, minecraft, animal crossing, among us and highland cows.

Dislikes: Mean people, petty drama, drama creators, messy spaces, most candies, clashing aesthetics, loud noises, bright lights, bright colors, messy spaces, clashing aesthetics, germs, most sweets/desserts, hot weather, being both autistically overwhelmed and overstimulated, inappropriate dms and kink/body shamers.

KINK LIST…

• DDLG.

• BDSM.

• Age play.

• Ice play.

• Size kink.

• Choking.

• Wax play.

• Breeding.

• Spanking.

• Stalking.

• Age gaps.

• Knife play.

• Blood play.

• Impact play.

• Public play.

• Corruption.

• Humiliation.

• Body writing.

• Cockwarming.

• Dark age play.

• CNC/rape play.

• Biting/clawing.

• Overstimulation.

• Praising/degrading.

• Sensory deprivation.

• Sonmophilia/dacryphilia.

• Dumbification/dollification.

• Drugging (to a certain extent).

• Orgasm control/Orgasm denial.

KINK LIMITS…

• Food

• Feet

• Scrat

• Nylons.

• Furries.

• Fisting.

• Fire play.

• Branding

• Cum play.

• Needle play.

• Watersports.

• Worshipping.

• Gang banging.

• Claustrophobia.

• Electro stimulation.

• Peeing/golden showers.