#congrats on ruining my night /j

[spicyfryingpan]

(I couldn’t stop laughing while typing that im so sorry) -gyatt anon

I will find you and I will Eat you

[lonelywhalien22]

pretty lies - part four

pairing: vernon x reader

rating/genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, ANGSTY fluff, band au

summary: supporting your friend mingyu becomes way more than you ever could have bargained for when you become involved with one of his bandmates

warnings: *brief mention of grief*, cussing, vernon has issues in this story but please remember this is a work of fiction, mingyu stans don’t hate me but mingyu and reader are just friends

word count: 2.1k

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The following Friday afternoon you were on your lunch break when you received a text from Mingyu:

Mingyu: check this out! :-)

He followed up with a link shortly after, which you quickly clicked. Apparently a staff member from Battle of the Bands had reviewed their performance last night, describing them as, “an up and coming act to keep an eye out for.”

Mingyu: celebrating with drinks tonight. wanna come?

You: omg congrats!!! i’ll be there!

You took a ride share to the spot Mingyu texted you at around eleven that night. When you arrived to the location you searched around, finally spotting Mingyu and Jay at a table near the bar.

“Y/N!!!” Mingyu exclaimed as soon as you reached his line of sight. He’d clearly already had a few rounds.

“Hey! Where’s Vernon?”

“He’s not really the party type. We tried to get him to come but you know how he is,” Jay told you gently.

You tried not to let the disappointment show on your face. Why exactly were you disappointed anyway?

You proceeded to sit with the guys and have a couple of drinks, but the pulsing lights and loud music quickly began to fade out of focus, your foot tapping tiredly on the sticky floor.

“Hey Mingyu? I think I’m gonna head out early.” you finally said, raising your voice over the sound of partygoers as you pulled out your cellphone and began scheduling a ride back to your apartment.

“What?!?! But it’s so early!”

“I’ve had a long day. You can keep having fun without me. I just wanted to be here for a moment and celebrate you guys.”

“You sure you’re okay heading out alone?” Jay asked, a little concerned. “It’s one in the morning.”

“I’ll be fine! Don’t let me ruin your fun,” you said, trying to ease the worry of the two guys.

“Wait, I’ve got an idea!” Mingyu shouted triumphantly. “Lemme call Vernon, he can give you a ride!”

“What? No. That’s totally unnecessary,” you said quickly, heart beginning to beat a little faster at the mention of his name, much to your annoyance. “My ride should be here in fifteen minutes.” You waived your phone as evidence, the confirmation lighting up your screen as you clicked the schedule button.

“Is it the motorcycle? Don’t be scared, he’s been driving that thing for years,” Mingyu drunkenly patted your head again. “Plus he owes me.”

“I’m not scared.” You shooed his hand away and got up, deciding to just carry on with your plans rather than debate with Mingyu while he was under the influence. “I’ll see you Tuesday for practice.”

You waved a goodbye to Jay before making your way towards the outside curb of the bar, your ride now only several minutes away. As you lingered outside quietly, your mind began to wander back to Vernon of all people. You thought about him on stage again - how he looked when he sang, completely in his element as his voice filled the venue. Then with some mortification you remembered your final interaction:

~

“Done worrying about me now?”

“I wasn’t worried,” you said back irritated, body suddenly feeling warm in embarrassment. You looked up to see that he was smirking at you.

“I wasn’t!”

“Sure.”

He boarded the motorcycle then, giving you one last look in the eyes before fitting his helmet back over his head. You watched as he reversed into the street and sped off.

~

You hated how you couldn’t seem to get that last image of him out of your head - his eyes on you for one last time before he had driven off on that stupid bike. Why does it feel so warm all of a sudden? You thought with some annoyance as you unzipped your jacket.

You were jolted from your thoughts a few moments later when your phone vibrated. It was an alert from the ride share app - your ride had been cancelled. “Damnit,” you said, rescheduling for another ride. The bar was a ways out from your place compared to Mingyu’s and Jay’s, so the later it got, the less willing people were to agree to a trip that was a further distance.

“You need some help, sexy?” A man sneered in your direction after some more time had passed. You ignored him and kept your eyes on your phone, tightening your jacket back around yourself in the process even though it wasn’t nearly as cold as last night at the gig.

“You hear me sweetheart?”

“Fuck off,” you finally said in response, your irritation growing as you walked a few feet away.

“This one’s a feisty little -” you heard before the lurker’s voice became muffled under the roar of an engine. You looked up, seeing a familiar motorcycle ease into your view, stopping right at the curb you stood on. The driver took off his helmet, and you came face to face with Vernon once again. He shook his head a little, brushing his wavy locks out of his face.

“Mingyu said you needed a ride?”

Damnit Mingyu, you thought to yourself. The guy in front of you was already invading your thoughts - the last thing you needed was him showing up unannounced.

“Mingyu’s just drunk. I’m fine,” you said stubbornly, glancing at your phone again. Your new ride was still fifteen minutes away.

“You sure?”

You huffed in annoyance, looking behind you and finding that several men were now staring at the scene. The man from earlier gave you a particularly unsettling leer. You jerked your head back towards Vernon, suddenly finding comfort in the familiar face.

“Do you even have room for me on that thing?”

He scoffed at that, reaching into the storage compartment at the back of the bike and pulling out a spare helmet. It was a dark faded brown, with a few scuff marks etched into its surface.

“Just get on. Last chance.”

You said nothing, opting instead to simply take the helmet from his hands before canceling your ride share. Vernon then pulled out his phone, tapping away for a moment before handing it to you.

“Put your address in.”

You did as instructed while he placed one earbud into his right ear. Once you were finished, he took his phone back and zipped it up into his jacket pocket before scooting up, patting the space behind him on the leather seat. You stepped forward and placed your hands on the fabric while jumping, trying to push yourself up and over onto the seat, but you lost your balance and stumbled back to standing on the pavement. You heard a few deep chuckles and whistles from behind you back by the bar entrance, your lips tightening in frustration.

“Put your right leg on that little foot mount there,” Vernon guided, not even paying attention to the crowd. You followed his advice. “Now place your hands on my shoulders.” Once you did this, you were able to push up and lift your leg over, finally getting seated.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you said as you adjusted the helmet and made sure it was secure over your head, the visor part still up so you could see clearly.

“You’re gonna wanna hold on.” Vernon glanced back towards you, sliding your helmet visor down with his fingers.

You turned away from him, lightly grabbing the excess fabric of his jacket.

“I am.”

Vernon gave a toothy smirk at that. A deep chuckle left his chest as he looked down at your hands.

“You’ll fly off in a second like that.”

“I’ll be f-” you started, but he faced forward again before placing his large hands over yours and guiding them to wrap around his waist. You kept them there lightly. He finally put his helmet on and started up his bike again, motor humming aggressively underneath you. Vernon revved the engine once before speeding off, joining the cars on the road. As his speed increased, you felt a strong stream of wind hit your body, and you instinctively tightened your grip around his waist, holding on for dear life. For the first few minutes you felt incredibly tense. It felt like you were slicing through space, a bullet flying through the air. Vernon constantly weaved in and out of traffic, and at one point you squeezed your eyes shut, head tucking itself into his back so you couldn’t see all the commotion as your heart beat out of your chest.

After about ten minutes the sound of other cars began to slowly die off, the GPS guiding Vernon down quieter roads as you got closer to your apartment and away from the crowded city center. You finally took a peak, opening your eyes to see a flurry of colors, the lights of other buildings off in the distance bleeding together into the night sky. You’d never experienced anything like it before, the feeling of speeding through the outside world with no real barrier. Body beginning to relax, you focused on the warmth of Vernon’s body pressed against yours. Even with the gusts of wind, you still managed to catch a scent of something that was uniquely him. You focused on that feeling for the rest of the ride, holding onto him even tighter.

After another fifteen minutes, the roads became familiar, you two finally slowing up to the front of your apartment. As soon as Vernon came to a complete stop and pushed the kickstand down, you let go of him. He got off first, then turned to help you dismount the bike. You fiddled with your helmet straps for a few moments while Vernon easily pulled his off, once again shaking out his hair, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Here.” he stepped closer and undid the straps for you, slowly pulling the helmet off of your head once he was finished. The scene around you went from a muted haze to full vibrancy, Vernon’s eyes holding you to the spot.

“So. How was it?”

“Huh?”

“The ride. How was it?”

You thought back to your heart beating as you pressed yourself against his back, his woodsy scent filling your nose and his warmth radiating through your body.

“Loud. I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts.”

Vernon laughed at that, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth in a cheeky smile.

“That’s why I like it,” he said in response.

“You like the loudness?”

“I can’t stand the quiet.”

As if on queue, a silence filled the space between you two.

“Were you scared?” Vernon finally asked, almost inaudibly. It felt like some sort of test, the way he said it.

“No,” you looked back up at him defiantly. After a few beats he smirked at you again.

“I wasn’t,” you insisted. “How would you know anyway?”

“Your heart.” Vernon looked down for a moment before gazing back up at you. “I could feel it racing.” The two of you locked eyes then and you felt yourself burn up inside. Something about those words and the way he looked at you while he said them felt strangely intimate.

You finally broke his gaze, looking down at your feet as your hand smoothened out your hair.

“So how long have you been riding anyways?”

“For years. The extra helmet I gave you was actually a gift…” Vernon trailed off, looking at some point in the distance.

“From a friend?”

“I don’t have any friends. It’s from someone who isn’t here anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

You thought of some way to move on from the subject, choosing to comment on another part of his words. 

“What about the band? Mingyu and Jay aren’t friends?”

Vernon didn’t respond to that, kicking at some dirt on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Am I a friend? You wanted to ask, but you were too afraid of what you’d hear in response.

Right at that moment you got an alert on your phone. It was from Mingyu:

Mingyu: checking to make sure you got home safe.

As soon as you looked down at your phone, Vernon turned and began getting back on his bike. You looked back up immediately.

“Vernon, wait.” You followed after him, not sure what else to say but wanting him to stay, to keep talking to you.

“I should go,” he said bluntly, putting on his helmet and starting the motorcycle. 

As soon as the engine roared to life it was as if a barrier had been put up between the two of you again, and you could no longer reach him.

He sped off, leaving you standing on the sidewalk of your apartment for a time before you finally turned around and went inside.

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taglist: @twogyuu @yourfavoritefreakyhan

[hoeforinarizaki]

A SONG FOR THEM.

Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.

No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.

Inarizaki:

Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.

Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.

...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.

And boom! One day came the thought of like...

"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒

ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.

Ugh they're such good friends mine could never

And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭

First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".

He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j

The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.

Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.

Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏

He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–

Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.

The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–

Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.

So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..

HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.

He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?

Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.

And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.

He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫

Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??

He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.

You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3

So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.

Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞

Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.

If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j

"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"

Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀

Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks

Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️

Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–

It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘

BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.

Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.

Scenario Time!

(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."

The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.

'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'

From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.

"Shush, Suna!"

This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.

'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'

Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.

"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–

...

It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.

Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.

Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.

The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.

[queridopascal]

baby loveeeeeee congrats on your milestone! 🥳

soooo, I was reading through the prompt list and I really think that

"you're worthy of my love"

really has some postDEA!Javi 😍

maybe he met reader when he went back to Laredo to live with his pop and he never feels like he's worthy of them because of all the shit he's done back in Colombia?

love you and congrats again! you deserve 1k a million times 💕

Bruna I am forever thankful for your support, you are truly the best!

Your request sounds like a good follow-up to this fic, hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, reference to past trauma

1K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION AKA NO FILTH NOVEMBER

It all started two months before with a paper napkin and his phone number written on it.

He would pick you up after work, drive away from the light pollution and take you stargazing; you would spend hours looking at the night sky, sometimes you’d even see shooting stars (and of course you’d make wishes), other times, you’d be simply laying in the back of his father’s pick-up truck, wrapped up in a warm blanket and talk about everything and nothing.

One night, as you were hugging him and admiring the moon, Javier had started telling you about what he had been through when he was in Colombia.

And you had listened to his words, your heart shattering and breaking into fragments that became even smaller as he added details to the story.

When you noticed that his voice was trembling, you put a finger on his lips and silenced him.

“Javier, you don’t have to tell me all this if you don’t feel comfortable. Okay?” you said as you grazed his cheek and searched for his eyes, now lost and staring into the void.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed. “You shouldn’t even hear all this shit. I’m sorry I ruined the evening.”

“No, Javi, no.” you lifted your face off his shoulder and looked at him. “You haven’t ruined anything.”

He glanced at you and his eyes were glittering with unshed tears.

“I don’t want you to hurt when you tell me about your life in Colombia.” you exhaled as you stroked his hair. “I know you still have a lot of open wounds, so I prefer you’d stop when you feel like it’s becoming too much... when it gets unbearable.”

Javier remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded, sighing heavily. He turned to you and kissed your forehead, pulling you in for a hug.

You snuggled into his side and placed your head on his chest, closing your eyes and concentrating on all the different sounds you could hear: the steady rhythm of his heart, his breathing, the chill breeze that caressed the treetops, the crickets, and the occasional dog barks in the distance.

He needed time to heal, he needed time to forget.

“Thank you.” he whispered after some time as he caressed your arms, eyes still watery as he gazed up at the moon.

“You know you can count on me, Javi.” you reassured him as you tried to find the courage to tell him what you had been wanting to say for some time. “And... I will always be there for you because...” you let out a shaky breath, swallowing down all your insecurities. “...because I love you.”

Javier froze, the hand that was caressing your arms came to a halt; you wanted to disappear.

Maybe it was too soon to declare your feelings?

He looked down at you and took your chin between his thumb and index finger. “I am damaged goods, sweetheart. Trust me, I’m not worth it.”

You choked out a dry laugh at his words and moved the blanket to the side as you sat up and looked at him, stunned.

“You are not damaged goods, Javier Peña!” you hissed angrily, pushing your index finger deep into his chest. “You need to stop thinking so low of yourself, okay?!” you pushed your finger even deeper, like a knife that was cutting through his flesh. “You’re worthy of being loved. And I don’t know if you want it or not, but you’re worthy of my love.”

Another long moment of deafening silence fell between you, and when the silence became too loud, you jumped off the pick-up truck bed.

“Wait!” Javier grabbed your wrist and tugged at it, making you turn around to face him.

“Let go of me!” you cried, and he had to fight against every fiber of his being not to cry too.

“I love you.” he confessed as he took a step towards you, his brown eyes fixed on yours. “I love you.” he repeated when his face was practically a breath away from yours.

You crashed your whole body against his in a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cupped the back of your head with one hand and held you still with the other.

You stayed like that for a while, crying and just holding each other, until he slowly pulled away and took your face in his hands before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was sweet and painful at the same time, tinged with forgiveness, and it tasted like the saltiness of your mixed tears.

You melted against him and lost yourself in his warmth and his scent, you lost yourself in Javier Peña, the man who needed you like the air he breathed, the man you needed like the flowers need the water.

[songmingisthighs]

[9.45] yeosang × single mom!reader

⇀ being a single mom, you'd obviously be worried about your child's wellbeing. In this case though? Your child's relationship with your boyfriend. But honestly, this is Kang Yeosang we're talking about, what could possibly go wrong?

When you got home that afternoon, the last thing you expected to see was your apartment being so quiet.

You've raised a beautiful baby girl on your own so it's only natural for you to experience chaos every day and ever since little Jueun started kindergarten, her social skills had progressed slightly.

Jueun, the light of your life, is a shy little girl, having only several constant people in her life which made her not so easily open to other people that she had just met. While other children would run off to make friends on the first day of kindergarten, Jueun went straight to the book collection about dinosaurs.

Yes, dinosaurs.

She's a little quirky like that.

Ask her what she wanna be when she grows up, she'll tell you she wants to be a princess with a pet ankylosaurus.

Knowing her introversion, you had hesitated on letting your boyfriend, Yeosang, and her to meet. It's not because you're afraid that they won't like each other or that Jueun would feel that you'd force him as her new daddy, but simply because you're afraid that they won't have anything to talk about.

You initially introduced them to each other when you had been in a relationship with Yeosang for 3 months, before that you had only told both of them stories about the other, buttering them up to like the other.

Not so surprisingly though, Yeosang had told you that he likes Jueun even before meeting her. Which was a relief to say the least. So when they met, Yeosang tried so hard to make Jueun like him. This effort doesn't go unnoticed by the little girl, but she didn't immediately take a liking to him. You've always been there to mediate between the two even though they had known each other for well over half a year now.

Today however, you had no other choice but to ask Yeosang for help picking Jueun up from kindergarten as you were swamped with a project at work.

Yeosang was more than happy to provide aid, but the notion that he'd be alone with the kid whom he doesn't know whether or not she likes him almost made him puke.

But he sucked it up.

He walk up to the gates of the kindergarten, approaching the teacher on standby, "I'm Kang Yeosang, I'm here to pick Jueun (Y/L/N) from class A-3," he said, smiling awkwardly. The teacher smiled brightly at him while nodding, "of course! Ms. (Y/L/N) called in earlier and told us that you'll be picking her up, I'll go get her," then she walked into the building to get Jueun.

Whilst waiting, Yeosang could feel himself sweating a little, nervous about how Jueun would react when seeing him instead of her mom.

When he saw Jueun came out with her backpack strapped on, looking cuter than a bunny with marshmallows stuffed into its cheeks, he smiled brightly at her.

Jueun's eyes wide when she saw Yeosang, having been familiar with him but never really surpasses any significant level with him.

"Hey, Jueun-ie," Yeosang greeted, crouching down to her height. She smiled shyly at him, making his insides clench at the effortless adorableness. "Your mommy need to work a little longer, would it be alright if I take you home?" Honestly, Yeosang didn't know why he asked that in the first place, but knowing that this particular little kid is smarter than most kids her age, he felt like the question was appropriate.

A sudden look of determination appeared on Jueun's face as she nodded eagerly. She knew how important she and Yeosang is to you. Knowing how much you love and provide for her, she's beyond willing to try and let Yeosang in.

Yeosang stood up and was about to walk but Jueun raised her right hand up at him, "safety, mommy said I have to hold her hand at all times, so I should hold yours," she said.

Hearing that, Yeosang smack his forehead dramatically, "ugh! Of course! How bad of me to be so careless!" He said as he grab Jueuen's hand as she giggled at how silly he sounded.

During the walk, Yeosang tried asked her questions about what she did at kindergarten that day. Surprisingly, Jueun blabbered long about what she did, what she ate, who did what, and when was that.

As they walk home, Jueun suddenly stopped her steps in front of the convenience store right outside your apartment. When her steps halt, Yeosang's too.

Yeosang was about to ask her why she stopped walking but Jueun was already looking at him with her best puppy eyes. He crouched down in front of her, "what's wrong Jueun-ie? Why did you stop?" he asked to which Jueun pouted and pointed at the convenience store, "I want ice cream," she said sadly.

Her eyes alone rendered him defenseless. But he was hesitant because he knows that this is not his kid and he doesn't know whether or not you'd let her eat ice cream.

"I don't know, Jueun," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Realizing he's not outwardly saying no, Jueun pulled out the big guns, "pleeeeeease," she whined, wrapping her tiny arms around Yeosang's neck, "please, daddy, please," she pleaded as her pout deepens.

The use of the 'd' word-

No, not THAT 'd' word.

The use of said 'd' word made Yeosang's eyes widen to its maximum extent.

"D-d-did you j-just called m-me..." he trailed off, not really able to said the word himself. Whether or not Jueun realizes how much the word affect Yeosang was unclear, but she definitely knows, based on Yeosang's expression that she's getting what she wants.

"Please, daddy?" she asked one more time.

And true to her prediction, Yeosang scooped her in his arms and walked into the convenience store, letting her pick any ice cream she wants.

Jueun now knows that she has Yeosang in the palm of her hands by simply uttering the word 'daddy' to him.

Which is why as you got home at 7.30, you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang and Jueun in her little tea party table, wearing a tiara and pretending to sip some pretend tea.

Oh, and best part is. Yeosang is also wearing a tiara and a pink feather boa around his neck.

"Wow, you guys seem to be having a lot of fun together," you smirked, breaking their conversation as the little girl jumps up and run to hug your legs.

Yeosang stood up as well, pulling the feather boa from around his neck to set it on the table. He walked closer and peck your lips, "welcome home, love, how was work?" you sighed and shook your head at his question, "disastrous, but I don't wanna talk about it, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun that you're both having right now," you grinned down at Jueun, "how did you manage to get Yeosang to wear a tiara, baby?"

Jueun shook her head excitedly, "I didn't, mommy! Daddy put it himself!" your eyes widened at her choice of pronoun, snapping your head towards Yeosang who had a big, proud grin on his face, "yeah... I guess I'm her daddy now," he chuckled as Jueun decided to run out of the room.

"Yeosang, we never talked about this," you said to him lowly, not really wanting Jueun to hear your worries. Yeosang's grin dropped to a frown as he steps closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, "why? Do you not want her to see me as a father figure?" "It's not that, it's just," you paused, thinking of the right words before continuing, "I don't want her to be attached to someone she considered her dad only for that someone to leave her,"

Hearing that from you made Yeosang realize that it wasn't just you worrying over Jueun, but you're also worrying about yourself too and how it would affect you and Jueun if he leaves.

Smiling gently at you, Yeosang leaned his forehead against yours, "you don't have to worry about me leaving because I'm not gonna, I'm gonna stay with you both until you all get sick of me and kick me to the curb," he joked, making you laugh, "so please, can we celebrate the fact that Jueun called me dad and that I'm moving in with you two?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "who said you're moving in with us?" "I did, yeah, Jueun's convinced there's an evil sorcerer living in her closet and I promised her that I'll shoo him away every night before bedtime,"

It warms your heart knowing that your two favorite person got along so well. Had you known that leaving them both alone together would end up like this, you would've done it months ago.

You were about to comment on him moving in again when suddenly Jueun's voice was heard from the kitchen, "daddy! I can't- I can't reach the ice cream!"

As soon as you both heard that, you narrowed your eyes at Yeosang, "you bought my kid ice cream?" to which he rolled his eyes at you, "well she's my kid now too," he defended. You couldn't believe that you'd ever hear him say that but hearing that he's Jueun's dad seems so natural to you.

Giggling, you pushed him out of Jueun's room, "well then, please go and handle your daughter,". He blushed slightly as he tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to form on his face. So he opted to ran to Jueun.

But before he could walk too far, you grab his hand to say something.

"By the way, congrats on being a dad,"

[thegirlwhowritesawksh-t]

la douleur de l'amour - georgenotfound x f!reader

author: @thegirlwhowritesawksh-t​ me!

word count: 4.7k +

warnings: hella angst, mentions of blood/scabs/injuries. if there’s any you think that you see, please let me know!

a/n: hi y’all :)) first off, to whoever’s reading this: stay hydrated, smile and laugh! and second: this is my submission for @bozowrites​ writing event! <33 congrats!!

**this is my second fic, and i’m hoping to push more out as i get more comfortable with writing! i’m thinking to maybe make a part two to this but i don't know yet. please let me know what you think! *sending besitos to y’all :))*

Prompt: Why are you crying?

1:15 p.m.

In the corner of a dimly lit studio in front of the barre, (y/n) leans over to her left, counting four beats before resetting and proceeding to stretch over her right side. After months spent choreographing, picking costumes, and endless bandages wrapped around her feet, it has led to the final product: her first piece in her dance company’s annual recital premiering tonight.

All (y/n) could feel was pure energy and pride at what she has created. It’s her baby after all and nothing could ruin the day for her.

Feeling her joints start to loosen up, she runs through a mental list in her head making sure each dancer had their costumes, knew where all the dancers would start and end on stage, as well as remembering her own choreography, seeing as she had an important section to end her piece. After double-checking, (y/n) then begins to travel to the center of the studio, and begins to run over the piece.

Remember the triple pirouette here, before you end with a leap to fourth position. Finishing in the fourth position, she lets out a curse as she accidently stubs her right thumb toe, a small scab already tearing at the edge. Shaking out her pain, she reattempts the move, succeeding with an effortless bow.

“You know, your piece is going to be excellent. Why are you so worried?”, a voice calls out in the quiet studio, with (y/n) yelping and trying to find where the voice came from. Standing against the edge of the doorway stood Liam, her dance partner and best friend. (y/n) begins to chuckle and runs the piece over again.

“Can’t help but make sure it’s perfect. I have drenched all my blood, sweat and tears creating this dance, this- this masterpiece. It is my first, and most certainly not my last choreographing piece at this company. There’s too much riding on this for me.”, she replies.

“Even if so, I’d like to think you’ll be fine. Don’t stress, it’s amazing. Otherwise, how are you feeling?”

“Kind of excited, kind of feeling like I should run away.”, (y/n) replies. Avoiding to answering the question entirely, she begins to run the piece over again. She continues,

“I think regardless, it should be a great night. George is coming to the recital tonight and it’ll be the first time he’ll be seeing this dance.” With George editing and recording videos for the Dream Team, his Twitch channel, and YouTube channels, (y/n)’s barely seen him since the start of the dance season. The only time she’s been able to spend time with him has been going to bed with him - even if it’s been a bit more rare lately - and sometimes, a free day on a weekend with no dance practice or no recording for George.

“So that’s why you are nervous, how cute.”, Liam laughs, with (y/n) leaping over to Liam and swatting their arm lightly.

“He swore that he’d come tonight, and he knows how much time I’ve spent perfecting this. I just can’t imagine tonight going any other way. I made sure to get him a seat right in the front, so he’ll be able to see the whole performance, and me.”, (y/n) smirks. As soon as (y/n) found out she would be choreographing one of the pieces in the recital, she immediately told George her good news. George had told her she deserved it for working her butt off since the start of her being at the dance academy. Making him pinky swear, George swore that he would be there for her first performance with her also starring as a choreographer.

“So focus on that instead of thinking your piece is going to crash and burn! Relax a bit. We only have a bit of time before we start getting ready, so let’s run it over a few more times. And don’t even think about slacking off now, missy, we’ll stretch and go get ready after.” Liam decides, and she nods, thinking it’s probably for the best. Running to her bag, (y/n) sends a quick message to George.

George J: hey, can’t wait to see you tonight! i left your ticket on your nightstand, and remember to dress up slightly, it’s a dance recital after all ;) lub you xo - sent at 1:34 p.m.

Content with her message, she tosses her phone back into her bag, and heads back to run over the piece with Liam once more.

>>>

6:47 p.m.

Sticking the last bobby-pin to her bun, (y/n) glances in the mirror to make sure no mistake is in place. Eyeing her look, she can’t help but smile looking at her dance attire, admiring how her purple leotard and dress matches her eyeshadow. Paired with a dark nude lip, she smirks and turns to check her phone for any messages, hoping that one could be from George.

Out of the nine messages she received, most were from friends and family, wishing her luck on her performance tonight. She replied with a thanks and a heart emoji before finally reading the last message coming from George about two hours ago.

George J: hi darling, i saw the ticket, i am so excited for you! can’t wait for you to take my breath away, as you always do. love you more xo  - sent at 4:48 p.m.

Smiling even wider, (y/n) puts her phone on silent, before walking towards the backstage area, passing dancers along the way. Grabbing their hands and wishing them good luck, she arrives at the destination, nerves buzzing as members of the audience start gathering at their seats. Deciding to take a peek, (y/n) rushes to the curtains, peeking her eyes out towards the front rows, trying to spot the pale boy who danced into her heart. First row, seat G for George, she giggles to herself.

“Trying to find your lover? I’m right here!” Liam asks, with (y/n) turning around.

“As much as I’d love that, I’m no Harry Styles, so I don’t think I’m your type…” (y/n) smirks.

“Hm. Where’s George, I want to see him!”

“I’m looking for him right now, Liam. Give me a second.”, (y/n) laughs as she turns back to the audience. Finding his seat, she subtly frowns seeing as he’s not in his seat yet. He’s probably in the bathroom, or still in line to get to his seat, (y/n) tries to explain to herself.

“He’s not here yet, I think he’s in the bathroom or something. But give him time, he’ll be here.” (y/n) mutters as Liam frowns at her.

“He better show up, it’s your night, (y/n).”, they grumble. They start to say more however-

“Places, everyone! Take your places! We’re starting at seven sharp!” the stage manager yells out. He continues,

“We start in five minutes!” Rushing to get off the stage, she sees dancers brush past another wishing them luck. As the ballet dancers start to move into their places for the intro piece, she then walks over to Liam, helping them set up the microphone as they begin to breathe slowly.

“Hey, you got this. It’s just reading off of cue cards and announcing pieces. And then you’ll be set for my piece. You’re going to do great, Liam.”, (y/n) tries to motivate, with Liam smiling shyly at her.

“And your piece is going to kick ass, (y/n). It’s perfection. Just wait until George sees you dance. I’m a hundred percent sure he’s going to fall for you even more.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see…” (y/n) laughs. Liam clears their throat a bit before raising the microphone to their lips. (y/n) proceeds to head to the viewing room, where a broadcast of the show would play for other dancers to watch and support their fellow castmates.

Taking a deep breath, Liam starts to speak as (y/n)’s nerves start to palpitate.

“Hello, how are you this evening? And welcome to the 67th Annual Recital for the London Dance Academy! I am your emcee, Liam Barrings, and let me introduce you to the first dance of the night created by Sam Hastings. Here is Invictus!”

>>>

8:51 p.m.

An hour later, seven dances, and many whispered good jobs, it is finally time for (y/n) to step on stage and premiere her masterpiece. Slowly tip-toeing to her first position on stage, she glances at her castmates, thanking them silently in her mind for them to trust her to bring her visions to life. Before the curtains open, she turns to Liam on her right, kneeling down and grabbing her thighs, and they smile back at her.

“Ready for it?”, they smirk. Thinking to herself, she nods and turns back to the front of the curtains waiting for the music to begin. Remember the triple pirouette after Liam grabs you. And try to look like you’re in pain from loving him. It is exquisite pain, right (y/n)? Liam is toxic, yet you still love them. Make it believable. And finally, breathe.

Another emcee, Josh begins to speak.

“And now, I present to you (y/n - y/ln)’s dance. This is her first piece with her own choreography with the London Dance Academy, and tonight, we are the very first group of people to watch her story come to life. Please let me introduce you to (y/n) and her piece, La Douleur Exquise!” the audience claps softly, before the curtains open its wings to reveal the creation.

The background, a stark white, yet the lights casts hues of soft lilacs, with streaks of dark reds splattering across the dancers’ bodies. With a small pause, music begins to sing out of the speakers. Liam and (y/n) begin the piece with a small duet. Following closely behind, a quad of dancers mimicking their moves with childlike innocence.

Liam turns to (y/n), conveying an I love you through their linked hands and they abruptly pull her to their arms, as she looks at them with confusion in her eyes and pulling away. Gliding towards the middle, the quad walks slowly to (y/n), enveloping her with open arms, before having a dance section with (y/n) in the middle as Liam looks on, hellbent on grasping (y/n) once more. Every other beat, (y/n) turns to Liam, feeling lost as if they were missing from her.

As the quad looks away, having their own small solos, (y/n) slips away from the group only to leap back into Liam’s arms with her hands grasping their face as Liam slowly grips her waist. Looking at her with renewed interest, his face morphs into fury as one of the dancers pass by her, softly guiding his fingers from her shoulder down to her inner wrist. An angry duet starts, with Liam and (y/n) clashing against each other, as if saying they hate but love each other at the same time.

(y/n) leaps into Liam’s arms, before slowly sliding herself off him as the quad of dancers, follow closely behind, lifting (y/n) to her feet. Everyone proceeds to move as one, with the quad dancing in the center, whereas Liam paces their way to (y/n), lifting her into the air once again, before they land in a small leap. Conversing with their bodies, Liam guides (y/n)’s hands to their heart, slightly pulling her along. Finally coming to the end of the dance, (y/n) runs to the center of the stage, facing the audience.

Grabbing her left arm is Liam, pulling her to their side, and the quad of dancers are pulling her on her right. The war between the two goes back and forth in a tug-of-war before (y/n) seemingly gives up and slams herself to the ground, as the music fades into silence. The audience erupts into booming claps and cheers, and (y/n) feels herself being pulled up from the ground by Liam as a light blush covers her skin. Glancing up at the audience, she tries to smile despite the stage lights burning into her. I did it, I managed to make a story, my story come to life. Hearing the audience continuing to clap, realization sets in and she finds her eyes wandering over to the front row, seat G for George. Seat empty, her smile falters and her eyes become glassy. Some would think because of her success with her piece. She couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad, maybe it was a little bit of both.

>>>

9:23 p.m.

He’s here, he has to be. He’s probably peeing or waiting for me in the front with flowers, or in the dressing room. He has to be here, I know it, (y/n) mutters to herself, hellbent on her beliefs that George is here. Yet the bitter taste of rejection starts to seep into her bones. Shaking her head a bit and attempting to put on the brightest smile, she starts to rush back to the dressing room, a sinking feeling residing in her stomach with each looming step.

Facing the dressing room door, (y/n) can’t help but hope that maybe George is standing there with a bouquet of flowers and kisses reserved for her. Slowly opening the door, her hopes slip through with her mouth curling as she stares at only her reflection in the mirror. He swore that he’d be here. He swore that he would be here for my first performance, (y/n) softly whispers to herself, tears threatening to fall. Gasping, she finally lets herself breathe as she repeats to herself again and again that he wasn’t here.

A soft knock on the door interrupts her thoughts, causing (y/n) to quickly wipe her tears before foolishly yelling out,

“George?”, as the door opens to reveal Liam and the Director himself, Nicholas Anderson.

“(y/n)? It’s us. Where’s George?” Liam asks, a frown settling into his brows.

“Oh, he’s just in the bathroom, he hasn’t been feeling good.” She lies, feeling bile itch her throat. A little white lie shouldn’t hurt anyone, (y/n) thought.

“Hello, (y/n). You looked wonderful out there! Your dance was easily one of the highlights of the night, I couldn’t stop replaying the duet between you and Liam in my head. Your dance truly captured the aspects of a toxic relationship not from one side but from both of point of views. It truly showed exquisite pain, knowing that you would always go back to Liam, but would Liam be there for you?” Nicholas explains, his words smacking (y/n) at full force. Is- is George there for me?, (y/n) thinks to herself. Nicholas continues on,

“I think you are a great addition to our Academy, and tonight truly proved how ready you are to become a full-time member. So how about it? Next season, we’ll be adding you to the roster of choreographers.” Eyes wide, (y/n) nods furiously with a yes and hugs Liam. Nicholas smiles and exits the room, leaving behind two excited dancers jumping around.

“You did it! Now we have to celebrate! Club night, I don’t care. We are going to get plastered! Bring George!” Liam laughs. At the mention of George, her stomach turns as she then realizes George wasn’t here. What sounded like good news turns to rot as she starts thinking of George.

“Let me check my phone, it has been a while in the bathroom, huh?” (y/n) tries to joke, trying hard to not let her voice waver and letting her brain scramble to come up with another small lie. Reaching through her phone, she reads over the texts once again sent from family and friends, finding the conversation between her and George. No new messages, her heart sinks as she slowly starts to open up the rest of her notifications, scrolling to most likely find the purple box that would always stay permanently stuck on her home screen. With bright white letters glaring at her, her heart begins to ebb away feeling a familiar sense of loneliness.

1h, 53 min ago: MINECRAFT MANHUNT W/ THE DREAM TEAM

Relying on her emotions, she turns to face Liam, hoping that her excitement of her promotion would overcome the feeling of abandonment of the man she loved. Plastering a sad smile through watery eyes, she forces out,

“George isn’t feeling well, he’s got an upset stomach. I think it’s the stomach flu going around.” If you can convey pain through dance, you can lie through this as well, (y/n) thought. She continues,

“I don’t know if I should be going out since he’s sick.” (y/n) mutters.

“So we go without him! It’s your celebration, his loss.” Liam rolls their eyes. His loss, my loss - seems like the same.

“I- I don’t know, Liam… I’d want to celebrate with him as well.”

“And I get that, but at least go out with us. You always have tomorrow with him, or later tonight. Do it for tonight, do it because you’re going to be a choreographer next season! At least do it for me and the group. We’ve worked our ass all season and we made your vision come true.” Liam explains. Contemplating with herself, (y/n) resolves with a soft smile and mutters an okay. Pumping their fist in the air, Liam excuses themselves to notify the others of the good news and plans.

Once again facing the mirror, (y/n) repeats with determination to celebrate her night. It’s her night to celebrate with loved ones, even if the one she loved the most isn’t there beside her. So much trying to take your breath away when you weren’t even here, George. Taking a breath, she forces out a shaky laugh and tries to smile. Let’s go celebrate, (y/n).

>>>

1:39 a.m.

Slightly stumbling out of the taxi, (y/n) manages to slowly walk her way up to his doorsteps, phone still showing that George was still streaming. Pausing her hand on the doorknob, she resolves to try to wait until morning to confront him, not trusting herself completely to be okay in front of him. Opening the door softly, she walk in, attempting to not make a sound. With small steps, she closes and locks the door before setting her bags down. That can be cleaned tomorrow, (y/n) thought. Rubbing her eyes, she decides to make herself tea before she goes to bed, most likely not with George until he finishes his stream.

While making her tea, (y/n) thinks of everything that she has worked for in the last few months. Endless changes to her dance, countless small injuries, whether it be a jammed toe/finger, scrapes of blood scattered around her feet from dragging her feet too hard across the floor, everything. Why is it that with her triumph, she is beyond proud yet the idea of George not being there to witness her moment shatters that accomplishment? Mulling it over, she doesn’t notice George bustling down the stairs, finished with his successful 5 hour stream with Dream and Sapnap. Spotting (y/n) making her tea, he slowly approaches her and wraps his arms around her waist, landing a soft kiss to her shoulders.

“Why are you home late, Darling? It’s nearly almost two in the morning.”, George chuckles, as (y/n) freezes in his arms. Softly shaking her head, she tries to side-step out of his arms and brings her tea to the opposite side of the room, wrapping an arm around herself. Clearly, he didn’t remember, (y/n) slowly starts to think and repeat to herself.

“Why do you think I was out, George?” she softly asks, taking a sip of tea to calm her nerves. I guess we’re just going to have to hash it out now.

“I don’t know, but did you see the stream? I beat Dream at the last second and he was this close to defeating the Ender Dragon!”, George starts to explain while laughing, with (y/n) taking a harsh breath in. Pinching in-between her brows, she snaps,

“No, George, I didn’t see the stream because I went out to celebrate.”, she mutters, tears slowly starting to escape.

“(y/n)? Is there something wrong? Why are you crying?“ Turning around, (y/n) tries to look anywhere but him. She settles on looking at the clock, watching as time went by, and her nerves increasing with each second. George starts to say more-

“I needed you tonight. Do you remember what tonight was? To my career? To me?”, (y/n) cuts him off. Standing there without a thought, dread slowly seeps in as George realizes that he missed her performance. He starts to stutter,

“Darling, I- “

“No! No. You do not get to apologize. I needed you and where were you? Sitting on your ass playing Minecraft with Dream and Sapnap! I get that your career is very reliant on you being consistent with your uploads, but you couldn’t have taken a night off? For me? I- ”

“(y/n), it’s not like that at- “

“Don’t- just don’t try to explain or come up with excuses. I just don’t want to hear it George. I spent months working on this, exhausted yet still pushing myself for the damn Academy. You swore that you would be there. I left you the ticket on your nightstand, you even texted me saying that you were excited to come! So imagine me standing on stage, looking at the front row, seat G, and where the hell were you? Not there, George. You were not there. I looked like a fool waiting for you to see me perform and dance. Do you remember Nicholas Anderson?”, (y/n) tries to ask calmly. George only stare at her with defeated eyes as he shakes his head no. Cursing, she heaves out a breath before continuing,

“He’s the director of the Academy, George. He’s offered me a position to be a permanent member and choreographer for the London Dance Academy. So please, let me ask again: where were you? I had to lie to Liam and say that you had an upset stomach and that you couldn’t come out! So, Liam invited me to celebrate with the dancers, to celebrate tonight’s success.”

“(y/n)- (y/n), we can celebrate now. I know- I truly know I messed up, but I can fix it, we can celebrate right now!” George stumbles out, walking towards her to grab her hands. Stepping back, she glares at George, appalled that he truly thinks he could resolve this. Shaking her head harshly, she bites out,

“I don’t want to celebrate with you. I’ve already celebrated with loved ones.” Rolling his eyes, George tries to reason with (y/n).

“Okay, I get it. I’m the bad guy in this scenario. But I’m trying to make this right. I am so sorry, darling, but I want to make it up to you, you know I am sorry.”

“You know, I never ask you to cancel a stream or get off of the stream. I always try to understand for the life of me why the streams have to be long, but I try. I always watch your streams and interact with your fans for your sake. I’ve had to explain countless reasons as to why you never show up to my performances, or why you can’t go out with me with the other dancers. And I am okay with it, don’t get me wrong. I know how much Twitch and YouTube and the Dream Team means to you. But you mean everything to me as well. So forgive me if I wanted to be a little selfish and ask you to support me in one of the biggest performances of my life.”

“I can go to the next one, (y/n). It’s not like it’s the last performance.” George snaps.

“You don’t get it, do you?”, she asks, wiping furiously at her tears, trying to not stutter through her words.

“What is there to get? Clearly I’m trying my hardest to make it up to you.”, he replies.

“I love you. I’m so much in love with you, it hurts. But you don’t get it. I have been there for everything in your career. Your first hundred subscribers, your first million subscribers, when you won the MCC back to back, everything. This was- is the important night of my life, and you didn’t show up. You stuck with Dream and Sapnap and decided to stream instead. This night was important for my career, and you knew! I told you months and weeks in advance. I wanted you to take charge and clear your schedule for today and- and sit in the damn seat that I chose because G stood for George. It was for you.” She sobs out, chest shaking as she tries to collect the words tumbling out of her mouth. With eyes flashing in annoyance, George tries to speak over her tears,

“(y/n)- “

“I created this dance for you! For me and- and for us. Because we believed in each other and had the support for each other. Clearly, it was one-sided and tonight proved that.”

“(y/n), listen to me- ”, George stops himself. Watching (y/n) fall apart, he takes a shaky breath and tries to walk closer to (y/n). However, (y/n) takes more steps back, leaving a distance of hostility and guilt between the two lovers.

“I love you. I love you with all of my heart. And… and I know you love me. But I needed you. Do you even need me?” she asks, the thick silence covering the air.

“Yes! How- how could you even say that, (y/n)?“ George replies just as quick as she finished asking. Looking at him for the first time tonight, she lets out a sob. With cheeks red, hands tugging at his hair, and George frantically looking at her, (y/n) can’t help but cry a little more.

“Because tonight proved otherwise. I wanted a night of you to myself to watch me be pretty and dance, and you didn’t even give up one night for me.”, she says, tugging at her sweater. Looking up, she further goes on to say,

“How stupid would it be if I were to ask to choose between me or the Dream Team? Or- Or your career?”, barking out a bitter laugh as George stares with guilt. As silence meets her ears, (y/n) slowly starts to sober up, eyes slightly widening with shock.

“George…”

“I’d find a way to make it work, I’ve been making it work for us since the beginning!” George snaps.

“George, you know I would never ask that, because I personally think it’s a selfish question. But if I decided to ask seriously, right now. What’s your answer?”

“And I’m telling you, I am making both work. Please believe me, (y/n).”, George says quietly, grasping at whatever opportunities there are left to resolve this potentially fatal matter.

“I can’t tell anymore.”, her voice cracking as fresh tears pool down her cheeks.

“I don’t think I can stay here for a while. At least until I’ve had some time to think.”, she manages to force out.

“(y/n), you can’t be serious. No, we are fixing this now!” George tries to say with an unwavering voice, eyes slowly becoming glassy.

“I can’t look at you George without wanting to cry, and- and scream- yet tell you I love you, even if you don’t deserve my love, especially right now. I need to go- I’m going to go. I’ll be back in a while.”, (y/n) says, choking on her words. Walking backwards, she turns to the door, with George following her and watching her pick up her dance bags. Lying on the ground was a bouquet of flowers, crumpled amongst her heart. Choosing not to pick up the bouquet, she mumbles out,

“I’ll call you when I’m ready.” Pausing, (y/n) looks up at George for the final time tonight, willing herself to not run back to him, despite how much the desire is growing to do so.

“I love you, George.”, opening the door, George yells out,

“I love- “, the door cutting through his confession, acting as a wall between the two. George tries to reach the door knob, ready to run after the love of his life. Yet… he’s frozen on the spot, with tears finally trickling down his cheeks, and pushing deep breaths out to steady his shaking heart.

Why are you crying, George?

[chasseuses]

reasons why i love jade leech part 3

I don't know why I'm doing this again I am a big fool goodbye ☠️ but ahhahahwhahjwhsjfhfjfnfkbdsjbdkdbjd im a doormat for him so. haha. I'll just. fukcignvkjgknv everyone pls look away this is the last post i swear 🤩

Part 1, 2

So.... 🤡 Hi I'm back again with another simp post I'm your local Jade simp and I'm here to point out reasons why I'm an absolute doormat for this eel and why I'm staying as one.

I'M FUCKIFNCGD. SCRVEN AMWIANAJWBAJVWKQVWKAGAKAVDKFBYKDGSKEIANSJAMEINSLENDKEBEKSBEKSHEKDJEKSJRKDJRKDHSKDHKEHSKEBSKEJDLDHDKDBDKHRKDBEKSHEKSUSMS

Ok so, URGFKFHDKDUDKSJSKFHDKGDKDHD if you've been here long enough or something i think i posted something about his initial birthday suit up illustration here which i wrote while i was sobbing and being overly emotional over him.

BUT BASICALLY. IT WAS ABOUT HIS SMILE. I MEAN RTHGJKHJGK JADE LEECH..... SMILING.............N N .VJV.JV. WITHOUT ANY ULTERIOR MOTIVES...... IM FUCKFING DEAD YO!!!!!

HEAR ME OUT. I JUST GJVKJGKVNGKV ... dont u think there's just something about someone as shady as jade who looks shady 90% of the time look like he's not shady for the first time ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

idk if that made sense but yeah.

ALSO IDK IF ANYONE WAS SIMPING HARD ENOUGH TO NOTICE BUT LIKE 😭 IF U COMPARE HIS HANDS TO FLOYD'S THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

and now if you've known me long enough to know that i am a big fan of his hands, you'll know that i went absolutely crazy over this detail!!!!!! THEY WERE ROUGHER THAN FLOYD'S AND THAT WAS JUSTHGJJGKGKFNKFKGNGKGNFKDDJFKGNGKFJF A DIRECT HIT TO THE GUT WHAT THE FUCK DISPLEX YOU CANT DO THIS TO US 😭😭😭😭😭

do u see the fork he's holding?

yeah

i wanna be that fork so bad

im not even kidding

i legit want to be that fork.

why?

.

haha.

you dont need to know

ANYWAYS. ONTO THE STORY 🥰

we got a lot of lore for the twins this time around and i am tHRIVING :BIBBEK:

"However, and this is unusual for me, but so many people wishing me ‘Happy birthday’ has made me rather embarrassed." HELP?????????&(&!4(£;#(-__8-##(-_(£+£(£ I II I I I I HUCHJWNWISHEJDHWOHSKWGSKSYAKGSKA HI KAUAKSGKAGSKSGSJAYJAGSJAGAJSYSIGSJGSJSHSJAHsks

Their mother!!! Uses!!! -san!!!! At the end of their names!!!!!!! Which got me going 🧐 that is not usual at all!!!!! wtf is going on in the leech household

a lot of ppl theorized mafia stuff and all of that which honestly makes sense imo and also because i find that hella hot HAHSMDGSKDHKSJS mr leech...... 😳 mafia.... HELPGKFJKGJFKF

wait. won't that mean he's rich.

bonus points eyy /j GFJFHFJDHJFNF

"Well, they do say that married couples take after each other… It’s good that they get along well." MR LEECH YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE RFNJVJKHKGKGKOGJGKVJKFCKIJGKTJKFFJKDHDKXHFFHFJ

guys im losing it

if that wasn't already obvious RHUFHGUF

HELLO????????? ONE OF THE REASONS WHY HE LIKES TERRARIUMS??1?"!"!'! HELPFKVKV CONTROL IT'S CONTROL

"Whether they live or die is also up to me…" i just think.

no i dont think but you get what i mean why the fuck is that line lowkey hot lmfao something is wrong with me

i dont knwo why the fuck but the fact that he likes unpredictability is also kinda????? lmao how boring was ur life that everything u did went exactly your way 😭 how does that bring u amusement i cant relate gomen mr leech

or am i completely wrong idk 🗿 mr leech tell me more about you onegai

Ok honestly, before the birthday card came out, I thought their earrings were like,,, from their parents or something. like heirlooms!! i thought they were precious in that aspect but what i rlly didn't expect is for them to fckinghgkgngknfkf FIGHT A DAMN STURGEON FOR ITS SCALES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

deadass why would a sturgeon challenge them anyways 🧐 and the twins were just like, "ok sure but can we have your scales if we win" and they rlly did 😭 just how strong were you guys before middle school wtf!!!!

and they turned the scales into earrings 🧐 which is now what they wear!! p cute

they're apparently popular to use as amulets in the coral sea so i. i fucking rotted over this AHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA hrufhfigjofhckfbcjc should i delve deeper into this? no. but perhaps you can find out what my rot is about just by reading this single bullet

"Floyd and I have gone near beaches on nights with fireworks as well." HELEPEHLEPDFKLEGSLDOSODB EGHFKCNDKMCURLDHLDGSMX

WATCHIFNFG FIREOEKSKF WITHHF JADE AJFNJFVJFHKDHF

ohmigod this is getting way longer than intended 🤡 should i continue

yeah fucj it HFJVHFJHCJFHJCJ everybody pls ignore my rot 😌

as all of you know, jade wears purple eyeliner. that's right.

Purple eyeliner.

Why does this matter, you ask? Oh sweet summer child, it may not matter to you but to me—eyeliner is super fucking hot I kid you not I started crying at night when I thought about this and wrote a mini essay about it like a fool so I'm just going to.

I am legitimately losing my shit over this like-?? Who allowed you to fucking put on eyeliner? You're already deadly without them and more so with them.

It honestly makes me wonder if he puts this on his own or not but seeing how deft he is with his hands, it's not a stretch to assume that he puts it on his own.

And I find that really hot since look at those clean strokes..!! He's better at applying them than me. I have this desire to let him do my makeup but when I think about it I start making incomprehensible noises and bury my face into my pillow. Purple eyeliner just-? Looks so good on him?

It should be illegal at this rate he looks so tempting I hate it. Sometimes I just have this urge to ruin in, I don t care how I just want to smudge it for some reason. Like deadass, I just want you all to appreciate how good his eyes look!

HELP HIS EYESDHFHTKHEKFHDKFHDMFHKDHFKSGDK IM FUCKFINDG LSOING IT

WHY DO I LOVE HIS EYES SO MUCH I DONT FUCKING KNOW I'VE NEVER BEEN A FAN OF CHARACTERS WITH MISMATCHED EYES BUT WITH HIM IM JUSTHGJJFJG KG NVM

His eyes are fucking beautiful, man. 🤡💞 Could stare at them for hours and never get tired!!!!

Need I say more?

BRO IM FUVKGIGNVJKGVKNGKFHFKFFJF HIS TEETH IM CRYIGGN WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK I KNEW THEY WERE SHARP BUTJGKVJGKGJFKGJCKFJKCFJKFFHKCJFKGJDOFHKDHFKDHDKDHDJ BARKBARKBARKBARK

I mean what 🗿

guys displex is insane because they literally made jade have two ssrs in a row with banners that were available at the same time do you know how painful that was for me

when jamil bday card dropped all i lost ebg because i panicked over the thought of a jade bday card and started saving!!! and i did!!!! i managed to save up 100 pulls and i was so fucking chill after that but then,

abema stream happened

i was asleep when that happened so when i woke up i had like 283628 pings in discord telling me that he has an ssr for the halloween event and i was just 🗿 yo say sike his bday is soon displex must be joking

haha nope! they were dead serious.

that shit was painful i started crying 🤡 what the fuck because i didn't have enough gems for both ssrs and his halloween card was just absolutely beautiful.

so i went insane and saved 200 copies of the same jade card in attempt to make him come home before pity so i dont have to whale

I mean,

Black nails.

The bandages.

The harness.

The hat is kinda ugly but that's ok.

THE BELTS AT HIS WAISTFJTKDJRKFBFKFHOFHDKDHDKSGDKSHSKXHSKJS

SO I WAS REALLY DESPERATE AHHSHDHFJFGHJFJF THANKFULLY THEY BOTH CAME HOME BEFORE PITY SO TYSM JADE I LOVE U FOR THAT AHAHJAHDJ

oh shit this got long so imma just end this here 🐬 if you read this far, congrats HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

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can i have a Jensen where the reader is Jared sister and she and Jensen are excepting there first child and she goes for a ride with Jared and gen while Jensen is fixing the nursery and she goes into labor and has to deliver on the ride of the road with only jared and gen because they couldn't make it to the hopsital. its a girl name ismeredla soleil.

Sunday Drive

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Sister!Reader

Summary: While taking a nice Sunday drive with her brother and sister-in-law, YN goes into labor. They're too far from the hospital, so she's going to have to give birth on the side of the road.

Warnings: Childbirth, Pregnancy, Fluff, Anxiety, Cursing

A/N: I loved this ask. I thought it was really cute to have a brother/sister moment. Thank you @midsummereve1993 for the ask. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Jensen: 42 YN: 35 Jared: 38 Genevieve: 39 Ismerelda Sollei: Newborn

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"Just...be careful. Please? For my sake and the baby's," Jensen begged his wife as she walked out the front door.

YN rolled her eyes and turned to him, "Will you relax? Jared drives like a grandma. He'll be safe. And Gen will be with us. And I'm not due for a few more weeks. You've got nothing to worry about, babe."

Jensen sighed, "I know. I just...I can't help but have a bad feeling about you going for a random drive."

"You can come with us. It's a beautiful day, Jay. Perfect for a Sunday drive."

"No, no. I need to finish the nursery. By the time you get home, it should be finished for him."

"Her, Jensen. It's a girl," YN chuckled.

Jensen crossed his arms, "Yeah, right. It's a boy. I know it is."

YN rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say, Jay. I'll let you know when we're close to home okay?"

Jensen kissed her cheek and laid a hand on her stomach, "Please do. And please be careful." ------------------ Jared and Gen were sitting in the front of Jared's car while YN sat comfortably in the back. They were currently driving down a backroad and enjoying the scenery.

"So, YN, how's the pregnancy?" Jared asked.

"Same as it was last night, bro. Still lots of back pain and feet swelling," YN smiled.

Gen turned around to look at YN, "Well you are absolutely beautiful and glowing, YN."

"Thank you, Gen."

"Are you nervous about being a mom?" Gen asked.

YN shrugged, "Kind of? I mean, I'm nervous about having a baby around. I teach Pre-k so I'm already good with kids. Otherwise I-whoa!" she sat up in her seat.

"What's wrong?" Jared looked in the rearview mirror.

YN held a hand on her stomach, "I-I don't know. I just felt a rush of pain," she looked up at Gen, "Is this normal?"

Gen's eyes widened, "It is...when you're about to go into labor."

"What?!" YN yelled, "Labor?! No, no. I'm not due for 3 more weeks. I can't be going into labor yet."

YN was groaning and moaning as pain was coursing through her body. Jared and Gen exchanged a look as Jared hit the gas.

"Don't worry, sis, we're on our way to the hospital," Jared said calmly.

YN screamed in pain, "J-Jared, I don't think there's time. The nearest hospital is at least 45 minutes from here and," another groan, "I don't think this baby can wait that long."

Gen laid a hand on her husband's leg, "Jared pull over. Call 911 and call Jensen."

Jared nodded as he pulled to the side of the road. When he parked, Gen jumped out of the front and over to the backseat. She opened the door and helped YN move to where she was laying down.

"Uh, Jared?!" Gen yelled.

"Yeah?" Jared pulled the phone from his ear.

Gen looked up with panic in her eyes, "She's crowning!"

"Shit," Jared pulled the phone back to his ear, "YN Ackles, yes. She's apparently crowning according to my wife. We're on the side of the road. We left from her house about a half hour ago. Her husband is at home, I'm about to call him as well. Okay, yeah. I'll stay on the phone."

YN screamed, "Gen, what do I do?!"

"Just...you're going to have to push, YN," Gen said calmly.

"What?! I am not having my baby on the side of the road!"

Genevieve sighed, "You don't exactly have a choice, YN."

Jared took Gen's phone from the front seat and dialed Jensen's number, "Hey, Jay? It's Jared. Listen, YN's in labor. I know, I know. Just relax. You know that old backroad behind the neighborhood? Yeah we're down that way. Just...hurry."

YN looked at her brother, "Jared, I'm scared."

Jared turned in his seat, "Don't be scared, sis. It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. The paramedics and Jensen are on their way. They should be here soon."

Over the course of 10 minutes, the paramedics and Jensen pulled up next to Jared's car. Jensen jumped out of his car and ran to Genevieve.

"YN, honey. I'm here. I'm right here," Jensen said as he walked up to her.

"Jensen, I-I'm sorry. I didn't know-"

"Don't worry about it, YN. Just...breathe."

YN looked Jensen up and down, "Why are you covered in blue paint?"

Jensen blushed, "I, uh, I was painting the nursery?"

"We agreed on yellow as a neutral color, Jay! You don't even know if the baby is going to be a boy or a girl! Why would you assume a boy!?"

"I just...I don't know. Wishful thinking?"

The paramedics ran up with their supplies and urged Genevieve and Jensen to move out of the way. Jared jumped out of the driver's seat and ran around to Jensen and Gen.

One of the paramedics yelled to the other, "The baby is coming now!"

YN started to scream and cry as anxiety took over. Jensen knew she needed him, so he ran around to the other side of the car and opened the backdoor. YN leaned her head back and smiled as her husband came into view.

"Just focus on me, YN. I'm right here," Jensen spoke softly.

YN lifted her hand above her head to Jensen, "Jay, I'm scared."

"Don't be honey. It'll be all over soon. I promise."

YN screamed as she felt another rush of pain through her body, but this time she pushed when it happened. After pushing a few more times, everyone at the scene suddenly heard the crying baby.

The paramedic held the baby in his arms as he said, "It's a girl!"

YN and Jensen had tears of joy when they heard the gender of their baby. After the paramedics cleaned the baby girl up, they wrapped her and handed her to Jensen. They put the clamps on the umbilical cord then held up the scissors.

"Well, Dad, do you want to do the honors?" the paramedic asked Jensen.

He nodded and walked around the car. He took the scissors from the man and cut the cord. He thanked the man and walked back around to YN.

"Did you guys ever settle on a name?" Jared asked.

YN nodded, "We decided on a girl's name and a boy's name last week. Jensen, do you want to tell them?"

"Sure," Jensen looked up to Gen and Jared, "Guys, we'd like to formally introduce you to Ismerelda Sollei Ackles."

Gen wiped the tears from her eyes, "That's such a beautiful name, Jay. And a beautiful baby girl as well."

"Congrats, you two," said Jared.

"Thanks, guys. And I'm sorry for ruining our Sunday drive," YN said with a shrug.

Jared laid a hand on YN's foot, "You didn't ruin anything, sis. If anything, you made it even better."

"Besides," said Gen, "We're going to have to take a trip to the hospital now. It'll give Jensen plenty of time to repaint the nursery."

YN chuckled, "Exactly. Now Jay, when I get home, I expect that nursery to be-"

"Sunshine yellow, I know. I got it," Jensen rolled his eyes.

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Hi, can I request headcannons for Arthur? I thought maybe his s/o is a standup comedian, but her jokes are kinda self deprecating and he confronts her about it? I totally understand if It's not something you wanna write, but I had this idea in my mind for a very long time. My self esteem is nonexistent and I'm bad at comforting myself, so I thought I'd request something... Thank you so much (even if you decide to not write it ^^)

I can really relate to this - if Arthur heard the way I talk to myself he would be angry, for sure. So I hope you’ll find some comfort in this. I know I did.

Warnings for self-deprecation, smoking. Swearing.

Word count: 939.

The two of you had met at Pogo’s one night; you were on after Arthur was, and you had cheered for him. You had found his jokes funny.

He had been about to leave after his performance, but he had seen you get out of your seat and come towards the stage, so he had waited for you; the kind stranger.

In you had he found someone with the same dark sense of humour; his, rooted in astute observations and sarcasm and yours rooted in self-deprecation.

As you had left Pogo’s, you had found Arthur on the stairs and the two of you had gotten to talking.

And so it was that, over weeks and months did the two of you form a close friendship which passed unnoticed into a relationship, so profound was the bond between you that nothing needed to be said.

One night were the two of you sat on the living room sofa.

Arthur had his battered brown journal open on his bouncing knees. 

Periodically did he chuckle to himself, take a long, deep drag on his cigarette and switch hands while he wrote something down.

Oh, how beautiful he was.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You hummed to acknowledge that your love had spoken.

“How’s this?” You looked up to see Arthur swallow thickly in nervousness and then he took a deep breath, “What did the kid with no hands get for his birthday?”

Oh, this was gonna be bad. “I don’t know, what?”

Arthur shrugged, already grinning at his punchline. “No idea, he still hasn’t figured out how to open it yet.”

Your jaw dropped and you burst into laughter.

Arthur was practically glowing, so happy was he with your reaction to his joke.

“That was really good, Arthur,” You were still grinning and Arthur ducked his head down, a light pink blush dusted across his cheeks.

“Thank you. You’re always really kind to me, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome.” 

You went back to your own jokes but then Arthur shuffled closer towards you on the sofa and you knew what he wanted.

“Okay, how’s this?” You looked for a really good joke to tell him and found a little tidbit you’d scribbled late last night -

“To all the people who said I would ruin my life - congrats, you were right.”

Arthur didn’t respond. You kept your eyes fixed on your notebook.

“Or, ooh, here’s another one - my parents said I should always be myself. I don’t think they meant to be the family disappointment but, hey, someone’s gotta do it.”

Silence.

Stone. Cold. Silence.

You looked up to see that Arthur’s brows were heavily creased, his green eyes darkened and his jaw muscles ticking in his anger.

“Do you ever really hear yourself, Y/N?”

His voice was low, soft… dangerous.

Oh shit oh shit oh shi - 

Your forehead was growing hot, and you felt immense regret and a sense that you needed to run and hide.

“Yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s all true, though, and I - “

A deep inhale, and a shaky exhale.

You refused to look Arthur. You could feel his gaze on you.

“Do you really believe that?”

You shrugged. “Well, yeah, I mean - it’s obvious, I’m not even any go - “

Arthur snapped.

“W-why would you - why would you even say those things, Y/N?”

“It’s just a joke, Arthur.” You were starting to get defensive now. It was irrational, but it had just been a joke.

But it hadn’t and you both knew it.

It’s just that Arthur was calling you out on it, now.

“It’s not, Y/N. Do you think I don’t see the look on your face when you’re working on your material? Do you think I don’t notice the way you look at yourself, the way you treat yourself?”

Arthur sighed and then scooted towards you so that he could take both of your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soothingly along the backs of your hands.

His journal fell to the floor, unnoticed.

Just like Arthur.

“I… I love you, Y/N. It hurts to hear you say those - those lies. I don’t need you to apologise. I just need you to realise the way that you speak about yourself isn’t okay.”

You didn’t say anything. What was there to say?

Arthur wasn’t finished, however.

“Can you - I know it’s for your show, but can you - try - to find something else to joke about? You’re not a joke, Y/N, you’re not some - some punchline to be laughed at. You’re you and you’re beautiful and I can’t - won’t listen to you when you’re talking like this. You deserve better.”

You nodded, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry, Arthur.”

“Oh, honey, no,” Arthur cooed in sympathy and let go of your hands, instead wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. You just gotta’ learn to joke about something else. Like me.”

“You’re not a joke, Arthur, how can you - “ Ohhhhh... nicely done, Arthur. “Point taken.”

Arthur giggled and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin.

Silence fell for another few moments, Arthur rocking you slightly, and then - 

“What’s yellow and can’t swim?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“A bus full of people.”

You gasped and laughed in slight shock, not knowing how else to react. “Arthur!”

A chuckle was your only response, and as Arthur hummed and pressed another kiss to your temple, you turned your head so that you could capture his lips with your own, and you felt a much neglected part of you click back into place, click back home.

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Love and Marriage - Chapter 12 (Mature, Minors DNI)

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After a loss in the family uncovers a family secret, Jaleia and her husband Jesse are forced to balance one family crisis after another along with their budding careers and their plans to expand their family. Will the pressure to keep everyone else together ruin their own relationship? Can ruined relationships be fixed before it’s too late?

Chapter 12:

Jesse's POV

I walked into the studio, Di was with the other group of songwriters, they were actually working on a song that Trevor J might record. I will never understand her obsession with that guy.

It was our last week in L.A. I was going to miss this city, in crazy way it was so peaceful in this city. But I couldn't wait to get home. I missed Jaleia and I felt bad about leaving her alone for so long.

"Hey, how's it going?" I said greeting everyone in the room. I was a little on edge because I didn't want Imani to start anything this week.

"Dre!" I said. He took his headphones off.

"Yo, make sure me and Imani are not left alone."

"Why? You don't trust yourself?"

"Fuck no. I don't trust her. I'm not interested in that woman at all."

"Then why-"

"Cause she stopped by the studio a couple of days ago, and let's just say I'm not sure shes going to take no for answer. And Jaleia made me promise not to be alone with her."

"Whipped."

"You going to fucking help me or not?"

"Yeah, man of course, chill."

Imani walked in another ridiculously tight and short outfit. A sheer crop top that showed everything and shorts.

"Hey Jess. How are you?" She said.

"I'm good. Just wanted to make sure that we can keep this strictly professional. You know."

"Yeah I completely understand. Keep it classy."

>>>>>>>>>>>

"So this song is super personal for me, it's the one that got away type. You know." Imani said.

"Yeah, I think you need to change the melody on the chorus. Because it'll sound better a little faster, let me show you."

I can't help that I want you

I can't help that I need you

I can't help that I miss you

And I really want to kiss you

But you moved on

And I know that it's wrong

Maybe if I had one more night

I would do everything right

Maybe in just one last night

You wouldn't be the one that got away

The one that got away

"Doesn't that elevate the song? The change in the melody. And then when you get to the bridge that would allow you to just go crazy with the runs and vocals."

"That sounds great Jess, I forgot how good you are! I love it. We really make a good team."

"Yeah I guess."

>>>>>>>>>>>

"I know you've missed L.A. how do you like it out there? Bored yet?" Jaleia said. I was face timing her while at the studio.

"I've missed it, it's amazing and less dirty than New York. You'd love it out here."

"I bet I would."

"What's wrong baby, you haven't said much."

"I'm just tired and I miss you. And I'm bored and I'm hungry. "

"Baby, one problem at a time."

"Ughhhhh, I'm just in a mood. I don't know what's wrong. "

"What me to sing you something?"

"Yeah, you know, you don't sing to me as much as you used to."

"Jay."

"I'm just saying."

Someone tapped my shoulder. I took one earbud out and turned. JD stood next to me.

"Please deal with Imani, she is driving me up a wall, I can't work with her until she gets her head on straight. I'm fucking serious." He said. He looked pissed.

"Um, what happened?" I said.

"She won't listen to a damn thing I say and she just cursed me out and threw something at me. If she does it again I will be getting arrested." JD said. JD was the coolest person I know. It takes years to piss him off so I don't know what the fuck Imani was on to piss him off.

I turned back to Jaleia. "I gotta go Love, JD is going to kill someone. I love you."

"Love you too, Jessekins."

>>>>>>>>>>>

"So I was thinking of something like...." Imani started singing.

Just put your hands there

I ain't going anywhere

I want to feel you

Want you to feel me too

The deeper the better

Let me show you what I can do

I can do things other girls can only dream of

I need a man who can do it all night

Need you to love me right

"It sounds good but I think we could tweak the lyrics a little bit. Like the deeper the better doesn't fit into your lyrics well, maybe something more nuanced?"

"I see what you mean, maybe can't wait to scream your name?"

"Sing it again for me." I said. She stood up and started swaying her hips.

Just put your hands there

I ain't going anywhere

I want to feel you

Want you to feel me too

Can't wait to scream your name

Let me show you what I can do

Do things them girls can only dream of

I need a man who can do it all night

Need you to love me right

Love me

Touch me

Feel me

Trust me you need me

I'll give you all of me

Cause I need all of you

Boy you ain't never had candy like this before

"How's that sound?" She said.

"Sound goods, you wanna lay it down?"

"Yeah." Imani got up and walked in the booth.

"Ready for me to play it back?" I said.

"Shoot."

I hit play and she started sway. She locked eyes with me as she sang the through the verses. Her hips gyrating to the beat. Once it was over, she stood behind me and put her hands on my shoulder.

"How did that sound?" I swatted her hands away and said.

"Yeah, it was great."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the hotel door. Imani was standing there in a trench coat. She didn't say anything and just walked right in and started kissing me. Before I knew it she was on top of me on the couch. She was kissing down my neck as I grabbed her ass. We started grinding against each other. She suddenly sat up and let her trench coat fall off shoulders. Her bare chest greeted my face. I wanted to stop but I just couldn't keep my hands off her body. She started kissing down my chest until she got to my shorts. She pulled them down and placed her hand on my-

Crash!

I bolted up in bed. I looked around, my heart was pounding, I was breathing heavy. My room was dark but I could see the light underneath my door. I guess Diana was up. I grabbed my phone and tried to ignore the throbbing in my dick. It was 4:27 am. Rubbing my face I tried to think of anything would disgust me. Garbage, someone chewing with their mouth open, dog shit -anything that bring it down.

I was drenched in sweat. Why the hell was I dreaming that? Imani was pretty but not risk it all pretty. I would never do that. As soon as put my dick to sleep I got out of bed and put some sweats on. I walked out the room into the living room area.

"Di?"

"Hey Jess, I'm making hot chocolate. " she was at the Stove heating a tiny pot of milk.

"At four in the morning? What the hell? Where did you even get hot chocolate?"

"I got it from Disneyland!"

"Of course."

"What was that noise?" I said as I grabbed some water from the mini bar. I leaned against the counter.

"I tripped over my suitcase."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah my toe hurts a little but I'm fine."

"Why are you up?"

"Just couldn't sleep." She said. I didn't believe her but I didn't push it.

"Be careful, I'm going back to bed."

"I will." She said. Something was definitely off. But I went back to my room.

A few mintues later Diana knocked on my door.

"Jess are you still up?"

"Yeah Di, you wanna come in?"

"Jess can we talk for a minute?" Diana said, carrying two mugs in her hands. She handed me one and sat next to me in the bed.

"Sure."

"I had a nightmare about dad." She said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I said. I wrapped my arm around her.

"No. I just miss dad so much."

"I know I do too."

"Really? You never seem like it."

"Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't. I just have a hard time talking about it. It sucks."

"It does. Dad always made me hot chocolate when I was upset."

"That's why you made some?"

"Yeah. When I does it stop?" She said.

"When does what stop?"

"When do you stop being sad?" She said as a few tears started streaming down her face. I kissed the side of her head and hugged her tighter.

"I'm sorry to tell you but I don't think that it ever goes away. I don't think you ever stop being sad or stop missing someone. It's just that when you think about that person, eventually the positive things you feel about that person will outweigh the sadness. But it never goes away. Now stop crying, you're too pretty."

"So only ugly girls can cry?" She said, sniffling.

"That's not what I meant!"

"It's what you said."

"Well it's not what I meant, Little girl."

"It's what you said, Grown man."

"Are you done with your mug?"

"Yeah, do I have to go back to my bed, cause I don't want to."

"Nah, you can stay here. Are you feeling better?"

"I guess."

"I'm sorry I can't make it go away, Di. But you're not alone. I still can't watch videos of him. But I promise you, it'll get better."

"Thanks, Jess. Love you."

"Love you too."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"I see what you mean." Dre said.

"What?" I said.

"Imani was straight throwing herself at you. Oh Jess, you're hilarious. Jess, did you like that."

"So you see what I was talking about?"

"She is dangerous for you man. I'm telling you."

"Look today is the last day I got to deal with her, how bad could it be?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was sometime past two in the morning and we had just finished Imani's album.

"Yes, it going to be great, I can't wait to show my manager. Thanks so much guys!"

They all responded with a congrats or you're welcome.

"Well if you really want to thank me, I have an idea." Green said, suggestively thrusting his hip. She walked over to him and started twerking against him. She laughed after a while and stopped.

"How's that?" She said walking away.

"Its a start girl, it a start. Imma head out I'll see y'all tomorrow!" He said shaking his head.

"Bye Green!" We all said. J.T and JD followed behind them. Imani was on the phone talking to somebody. I started working on a new track I wanted to finish before heading back to New York. Since I knew I wouldn't be coming back I let Diana stay at the hotel.

Dre got up and I grabbed his arm and said, "Where are you going, man?"

"Relax, nigga damn. I'm going to piss, I'll be right back."

"But don't leave me alone-" I said as he walked out the room. Imani got up and closed the door. I got up from my chair and just stood there awkwardly.

"You don't have to close the door." I said.

"Yeah but it's really drafty." She said moving closer to me. I backed up until my back hit the wall.

"I really want to thank you for working with me and my album."

"It was literally my job." I said.

"That's true. But I really can't thank you enough. The other people at the label don't have the same, passion about music like you do."

"Yeah, I'm just going to-"

"Relax Jess, I'm not going to do anything. I don't bite."

"Right, right. I'm fine over here." I said. I watched her as she went to the controls. She hit play and the music started blasting. She started to danced.

"Come on dance, Jess. Nothing wrong with that."

"I'm good."

"Don't make me come over there." She said, shaking her chest.

"Don't come over here." I said. She walked over to me. She tried to back up on me and I slid out the way.

"Jess."

"This seems inappropriate." I said.

"Just relax." She said, smiling at me. She started dancing close to me. I was looking all around the room instead of at her. She was really starting to piss me off. I was leaving tomorrow night and I didn't have time for her bullshit, I just wanted to finish some music.

"Alright you done, Imani?" I said. At some point while she was dancing she had taken off her shirt. She got down on her knees in front of me. Putting her hands on my zipper of my crotch.

"Let me help you relax."

I walked away from her and sat on the couch.

"How about you respect yourself enough and relax. I've told you I don't want you. I'm married, how much clearer do i have to be? Leave me alone." I yelled over the music.

"I'm sorry Jess, working with you this week has really opened up some feelings. Sometimes you just want what you can't have."

"Well you better close your feelings, it's not happening. " I said. Leaning back on the couch, I closed my eyes and put my hands over my eyes. All of a sudden Imani was grinding in my lap and kissing on my neck. I tried to push her off but she had a freakishly strong grip on me.

"Bitch, if you don't get the fuck off me in the next two fucking seconds."

"Oh, Jess, don't try and act like you don't want me. I see how you've been checking me out. I love things I can't have. But I always get what I want."

I tried to push her off me again. She wouldn't budge. Her nail were digging into my back and everytime I tried to get her off she scratched harder.

"Get the fuck off me. I don't want you. Bitch, I have a wife."

"She never has to know. I love sneaking around, it's so sexy and exciting. I won't say a thing. Just take me Jesse, I can feel you, you want me, I know you do." She said still grinding in my lap and trying to kiss my neck.

"Just one night?" I said. I knew if I kept trying to get away she would just cling to me harder. She smiled and cupped my face with her hands.

"All I need is one night. We don't have to be a thing. Just fuck me real good tonight. I'll make it worth it. No one has to know. And you know I'll make it worth it. You loved what I used to do for you."

"You are looking pretty good tonight."

"I knew you still wanted me. Now make me scream." As she leaned in to kiss me I lifted her and pushed her off my lap.

"You thought, you crazy Bitch. Stay the fuck away from me." I grabbed my laptop and bag and ran out the room as she kept calling my name.

On my way out I saw Dre coming in with food. I pulled him into an empty hallway.

"What the fuck man? You said you were going to piss."

"And then I got hungry so I went-"

"I told you not to leave me alone with her!"

"I would ask what happened but it's pretty clear, you got lipstick all over your fucking neck."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Shit!" I said trying to rub it off.

"You're just making it worse. Did y'all, well you know."

"No we didn't fuck! She climbed on me and kept trying to get me to do her. Oh my God, Jaleia is going to kill me! What am I going to do?"

"Don't tell her."

"Are you crazy? I can't not tell her!"

"I know I'm just fucking with you." He said. I glared at him. "Look, did you do anything wrong?" He said.

"No."

"Then just tell her the truth. She may not be happy but she won't kill you."

"Fuck!"

"Just calm down man, why you so hyped up?" Dre said. I took a deep breath.

"I just feel like shit."

"You didn't do anything."

"But I wanted to. At least at first. I feel guilty as shit for wanting to."

"Did you?"

"No, of course not."

"And why didn't you?"

"For a million reasons, I love my wife, I would never betray her. I'm not interested in that hoe. I'm not a cheater."

"So congrats, you're a horny man and an attractive woman threw herself at you. Take it from me, an ex-cheater, if a female literally throws herself at you, and you've had sexually history with that female, and you don't take the bait, you can't be too hard on yourself."

"Thanks man." I said.

"Seriously though Jess, you could've ruined everything tonight and you didn't. You don't know how long I spent wishing that I had done the same."

"Aight man, I'll see you at home." I said as we slapped hands.

"Try not to shit yourself." Dre said.

"Shut the fuck up." I said.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

I scrolled through my phone looking for that one contact. My heart was beating so fast. I pressed call.

"Hey baby." I said.

"Jess, I'm tired. Its like two in the morning."

"We need to talk."

[wontlastimokwiththat]

Witches Mates- Chapter 2

Part 2 of Witches Mates. Hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Witchcraft, Blood (not gore) 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

As I walked outside to the backyard, I was met with cheers and applause. I smiled and waved before joining the crowd and talking to as many people as I could. Eventually, I made my way to Liam and his friends.

"You look beautiful," Harry greeted.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"This is one hell of a birthday celebration," Calum told me.

"That's not what this is. I don't like celebrating my birthday," I said.

"Then what's this?" Ashton asked.

"This is the best Halloween party in New Orleans. And since the queen can legally drink, it'll be the best in history," Damien said, walking up with two drinks in his hands.

"Queen, huh?" Michael quizzed.

"J's Halloween parties are as iconic as Mardi Gras on Burbon Street. After her first one, she was branded the queen of All Hallow's Eve," Damien told him as he handed me one of the drinks he was holding. As I went to take a sip, someone walking in caught my eye.

"Um, Damien," I said, pointing in the direction of the door. He turned to look and his smile fell quickly.

"Who's that?" Calum asked.

"Someone who shouldn't be here," Damien hissed before walking towards the door. I looked at Liam.

"No one leaves," I told him.

"Is that who I think that is?" Liam asked. "Jonathan Moore?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Just, stay." I started walking away.

"We're not dogs!" Louis yelled at me.

"I wonder sometimes!" I yelled back as I made my way through the crowd and into the house, where I'd saw Damien drag Jonathan. Damien had Jonathan cornered in the empty house.

"Why are you here?" I hissed. Damien moved so Jonathan was facing me but Damien pinned his arms behind his back.

"Can't I come wish my little girl a happy birthday?" Jonathan asked.

"No, you can't," Damien growled. "Not now, not ever."

"Why are you really here?" I demanded.

"To warn you," Jonathan said.

"Warn me about what?" I asked.

"My kind who are coming for you. They know you're the most powerful of your kind and they want you stopped," he told me.

"You could be killed for being here, why come?" I quizzed.

My dad is a vampire who was turned when I was nine. When he turned, he left as a way of protecting my mother and I. Unfortunately, he wasn't turned by the good type of vampire. He was turned by the kind who hates witches and everything we stand for, which is what he must do as well or he'll be killed, for good this time. Witches are the glue of the supernatural world, we keep the peace and make the laws. We're the judge and jury. We protect the supernatural world from mundanes and mundanes from the supernatural world. Most supernatural creatures respect us but there is a few who don't. Rouges are the name we use for the vampires and werewolves who stand against us.

"I might not like what you are but you're still my daughter and I'll still protect you at every cost necessary," he said.

"She doesn't need your protection," Damien told him. "And you have no right calling her your daughter. Not after everything you've done." I heard the door open and turned to see Zayn and Ashton walking in.

"Let him go," I told Damien. Damien looked at me warily but released Jonathan's arms. "Message received, you need to go."

"Jessica, I'm serious. Th-"

"She said go," Damien growled, shoving him towards the front door. "So go before I change my mind." Jonathan looked between me and Damien before nodding and walking out the front door.

"Is everything okay?" Zayn asked. I turned to look at him.

"I told you to stay where you were," I said.

"Liam said he was bad news," Ashton told me.

"He is," Damien nodded. "And he ruined a perfectly good night."

"Who is he?" Zayn quizzed.

"My dad," I said.

"If you'd have said that sooner, I'd have killed him," Zayn told me.

"I've been trying to get her to let me for years," Damien said. "It's pointless."

"I don't know the story of what happened but there's still an awesome party going on outside. Maybe that'll cheer you up," Ashton said. I smiled.

"You guys go on. I should reach out to Mom and let her know," I told them. "I'll be out there in a minute." They nodded and walked outside. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of paper from a drawer. I quickly wrote down that rouges were coming for me before folding the paper into a paper airplane and sitting it on the island. "Air, I need you to take this to Mom." The paper airplane lifted into the air and flew out of the house. I went back outside and met back up with Liam and his friends.

"You okay?" Liam asked, hugging me.

"I'm fine. I just stopped a murder but I'm fine," I told him, pulling away.

"That was a quick call with your mom," Ashton said.

"Um, yeah. She's busy and couldn't talk long," I lied. Damien smiled and mimicked throwing a paper airplane. I laughed and nodded.

"What was that?" Michael asked.

"Inside joke," Damien grinned.

"Well, let's have some fun," Louis said before climbing on top of the bar. "Can I have everyone's attention?" he yelled over the crowd. I saw Damien make a down motion with his hand and the music went quiet. Everyone turned to look at Louis, who held his cup up in the air. "A toast! The wonderful Jessica Lebeau, the queen of All Hallows Eve, has done it again! To the queen!"

"TO THE QUEEN!" everyone yelled with their cups in the air. Damien magically turned the music back up and Louis jumped off the bar.

"C'mon," Calum said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the crowd of people. I smiled as we started dancing with everyone else. Eventually, we went back towards the bar, but our friends weren't there anymore.

"Can I ask you something?" I quizzed.

"Of course," he nodded.

"You're friend, Luke. He doesn't like me, does he?" I asked.

"It's not like that," he shook his head.

"Can you tell me how it is?"

"I heard you and Ash talking earlier about how you know about witches, do you know about Liam?" he asked.

"Liam's a werewolf," I said. "Like Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn. Why?"

"Ash, Mike, and I are vampires," he told me.

"That's cool," I nodded. "But Luke isn't?"

"Luke's a hybrid, half werewolf and half vampire," he explained.

"So, why does he hate me and you don't if he only has half the bloodlust?" Calum smiled.

"Well, Luke's a lot younger than us so even with half the bloodlust, it's hard. Plus, you aren't a normal girl," he said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You're our mate," he told me.

"Our? You and Luke?"

"And Mike and Ash," he said.

"I didn't see that coming," I admitted. "So, Luke hates me because of what?"

"You make him feel vulnerable," I heard a voice from behind me say. I turned to see Ashton standing there. "And he doesn't like being vulnerable."

"Who does?" I asked.

"Luke's just a dick," Michael said, walking up. "He'll adjust."

"Until then, I'm gonna need a drink," I told them, motioning for the bartender to pour me a drink. "Why did ya'll come with Liam anyways?"

"We were visiting him and the boys and he told us about a girl who throws awesome parties," Michael told me as I took a sip of the drink the bartender had made.

"And we never turn down a good party," Calum smiled.

"Jessica!" I heard a woman's voice call. I turned my head to see Annette, Damien's girlfriend. She was in her usual attire, a blue shirt and green jeans with blue eyes shadow and a black choker that had a blue pendant dangling from it. Her dark pink hair was down, ending just below her shoulders, and her caramel skin seemed to be glowing. I smiled as I walked to her and hugged her tightly.

"I thought you were in Paris with Mom," I said in her ear.

"I came as soon as she got your message," she told me as we pulled away. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I assured. "Damien made sure he didn't lay a hand on me."

"Is everything alright here?" she asked. "No spirits? No unwanted creatures?"

"Everything's great." I paused. "Kinda."

"What do you mean?" she quizzed.

"Those guys I was with at the bar. Those three are vampires and a hybrid's somewhere around here. The four of them are my mates," I told her.

"J, four mates for a witch isn't good. It never ends well," she said. "And you're a Firelight. You're easily one of the most powerful witches to ever exists, even in your bloodline."

"Which is why I haven't told them what I am. You can't tell them either," I said. "They think Damien and I are mundanes."

"Okay, so I'll pretend to be a mundane," she nodded. "Got it." I looped my arm through hers and led her to the boys. Liam and his pack had joined Calum, Ashton, and Michael.

"Liam, do you remember Damien's girlfriend, Annette?" I asked.

"Of course," Liam smiled, giving Annette a hug.

"It's been a while. What? Was it last Halloween that I saw you?" she asked, pulling away. Liam nodded. "Damien told me about Dani, congrats."

"Thank you," Liam grinned. "Where have you been? Normally, you're at Damien's side."

"I just got back from Paris," she told him as Damien walked up between us. I felt him slip something in my back pocket before he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"That must've been a long flight," Michael said. I saw Liam fight back a laugh as Annette nodded. Annette's best powers are space and time, meaning she can travel from one place to another without a portal and she can freeze time.

"It was but I wouldn't miss one of J's Halloween parties for anything," she said.

"Wow. You really are the queen, huh?" Ashton asked.

"You have no idea. There's people over there from Sweden," Damien said.

"Oh, those are some of Mom's friends from one of her work trips," I told him. "They've been in town for a few days."

"Not to ruin the mood or anything, but I haven't seen Luke since after the confrontation with Jonathan," Niall said.

"I'll go try to find him," I announced before walking away from the group and towards the house. As I walked in, I pulled the paper from my back pocket and read it quickly:

Use a spell of protection around the house, one that keeps out anyone who means you ill will. I'll be home soon. Love you. -Mom

I threw it in the trash before I walked around the house, looking for Luke. I found him in the study sitting on one of the couches with his head in his hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slowly walking closer to him. He held one of his hands out to stop me so I stopped.

"Go away," he said, not looking up at me.

"You know, Calum told me about ya'll and why you don't like me," I told him. "Honestly, I don't blame you but that's no reason to miss a party as epic as this."

"That's not why I'm here," he stated. He looked up at me and his eyes were glowing a bright red color, which I knew happens to vampires when they need to feed.

"Oh," I mumbled. "Give me a second." I left the study and ran down to the basement. I opened one of the refrigerators and pulled out an O negative blood bag. I grabbed one of the whiskey glasses and pulled open the bag, pouring it in the glass before walking back upstairs to the study. "This should help." He looked between me and the glass in my hands.

"Why do you have a glass of blood?" he asked.

"With all the people I come across in this town, I have a variation of friends. This is good to keep on hand." I sat the glass on the table in front of him. "When you're ready, you're friends are looking for you." I left the room and walked back outside to the bar they were still standing at.

"Did you find him?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "And I handled the situation."

"The situation?" Michael asked.

"J, ten till midnight," Damien told me. Liam grabbed my waist and helped me get on top of the bar as Damien turned down the music before he and Annette jumped on the bar on either side of me. Everyone turned to look at us and went quiet without us having to yell over them.

"Thank you all so much for coming tonight," Annette said, wrapping one of her arms around my waist and I wrapped one of mine around her waist.

"Halloween is a night where everyone gets to be themselves, humans and supernatural creatures alike. It's the night to celebrate our differences and embrace what makes us stand apart from everyone else," Damien told them as he wrapped his arm around my waist from the other side. I wrapped my other arm around his waist.

"As All Hallow's Eve comes to an end, we wish you all merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. From our family to yours, blessed be!" I exclaimed.

"BLESSED BE!" everyone yelled as we did a small bow. Damien and Annette jumped off the bar and offered me their hands, which I took as I jumped down.

"That sounded witchy," Calum told me.

"I run a witchcraft shop," I shrugged. "Gotta stay on brand." He laughed.

Everyone was gone around one a.m. so the rest of us went inside. As Damien, Annette, Liam and his pack, and my mates made themselves comfortable in the living room, I went upstairs to my room and changed. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail before changing into a pair of black leggings and a tank top. I went back downstairs and sat in the floor at the coffee table that had five elemental candles sitting on it. I noticed they were no longer burning.

"Should we light them?" Annette asked me. I looked at her.

"Why would you?" Ashton asked. "Aren't they elemental candles?"

"They are," I nodded. "Who blew them out?"

"What do you mean?" Harry quizzed.

"I lit them before the party," I told him. "They shouldn't have gone out."

"Wait, are you a witch?" Michael asked.

"No, but I do believe in asking the elements for help, like my family," I said. "Tonight, I asked for their protection."

"They were blown out when we got in here," Zayn told me.

"Damien, did you do it earlier tonight?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It would've had to have been done between the time of your speech and the time we sat down," Luke said. "They were still lit when I came back out there."

"So, they were blown out and we don't know if the person who did it thanked the elements or not," Annette mumbled. "Awful thing number three tonight." I nodded.

"We could relight them and send them away properly," Niall suggested.

"I wouldn't be against that but I'd need representatives," I told him.

"And the elements don't take to kindly to werewolves," Damien added.

"Oh, I have an idea," Annette said. "J called them in the first place and all four of her mates are here so let's use them." I sent her a death glare.

"You're the only person I told," I said through my teeth.

"Oops," she frowned.

"Hold up, mates?" Liam asked, looking at Luke.

"I'm not the one who told her," Luke shrugged.

"Calum did," Michael said.

"Dude!" Calum exclaimed, punching Michael's shoulder.

"Can this wait until after we properly dismiss the elements? I'd rather not have them angry with us longer than need be," Damien said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked him.

"Outside. The best place for something like this," Damien told him.

"Right. Okay. Here." I handed Ashton the blue candle and Michael the green one. "Ashton, you'll be water. Go outside and find west. Michael, you'll stand in place of earth at true north." I handed Calum the yellow one and Luke the red one. "Calum, you'll represent air in the east and Luke, you'll be fire in the south."

"Hate to burst your bubble, but I don't know south from north," Luke told me. I sighed, grabbing the purple spirit candle and a box of matches.

"Follow me," I told them before walking outside the the back yard. "Michael, stand there." I pointed to the north as Annette pulled up a chair where I was. I sat my candle on it and turned to the east. "Calum, there." Calum took the place I pointed at and I turned again to face south. "Luke, you'll be there." He nodded and stood where I directed. I turned to Ashton, who had already completed the circle by standing in the west. He had an adorable smile on his face. "Ashton, you're perfect."

"Yay!" he grinned.

"Okay, so I'll light the candles then dismiss the elements. Once I dismiss your element, you'll blow out the candle. Understand?" I asked.

"Got it," Michael nodded.

"Yep," Calum agreed.

"Sounds good," Ashton smiled.

"This is stupid," Luke mumbled.

"I heard you and it's not. Trust me," I said as I struck a match and walked to Michael. As I lit the earth candle in his hands, I was able to smell the grass like it had been freshly cut. I looked at Michael.

"Do you smell that?" he asked.

"Earth likes you," I smiled before walking around the circle to Calum. "Ready?"

"Yeah," he nodded and I lit his air candle. I felt the wind blow through my ponytail quiet hard and watched as it rustled Calum's hair a bit but it didn't blow out the candle. "That's awesome."

"I know," I grinned and walked to Luke.

"Do I have to-" He stopped talking when the fire candle lit itself and it immediately got really warm around us. "What the hell?"

"Still think this is stupid?" I asked, walking to Ashton. I smiled at him as I lit the water candle he held. As soon as it was lit, I was able to hear the ocean and feel the waves hitting my feet.

"Wow," he breathed out. "Can you hear it?"

"I can," I nodded. As I walked to the center of the circle, I noticed there was a silvery white line floating in the air, connecting each of the boys. I made a mental note to look through some of my family's old grimoires to find out what that meant before lighting the spirit candle still sitting in the chair. Once it was lit, I got a tingly feeling up my spine.

I faced north once more before speaking. "Earth, thank you for your presence here tonight. I apologize for not properly dismissing you. You may go." Michael blew out his candle and I was no longer able to smell the freshly cut grass. The silver line between him and Calum and him and Ashton disappeared as well. I turned to Calum and spoke to the air. "Air, I thank you for your help here tonight. I apologize for not properly dismissing you. You may go." Just as Calum started to blow out his candle, it went out on it's own. With it, my hair stopped being blown around and the line between Calum and Luke vanished. I turned to look at Luke, who still seemed wary of the whole thing. "Fire, thank you for the protection you provided tonight. I apologize for not properly dismissing you. You may go." Once Luke blew out his candle, I got a little cold and the line between him and Ashton was gone. I turned to Ashton with a smile. "Water, I thank you for the safety you brought into my home tonight. I apologize for not properly dismissing you. You may go." Ashton blew out his candle and I was no longer able to hear the ocean or feel the waves. I picked up the spirit candle and looked to the sky as I spoke. "Spirit, thank you for allowing the happiness to flow from one person to the next. I apologize for not properly dismissing you. You may go." I blew out my candle and smiled at the sky.

"That was so cool!" Louis exclaimed as we all walked inside. The boys sat their candles on the coffee table and I arranged them in the respective spots before sitting on the couch between Ashton and Calum.

"I've never seen a circle like that," Harry stated.

"At least, the elements are happy with us," Michael smiled as my cat walked in the room. She looked at all of the people before jumping into my lap and laying down. I ran my fingers through her soft, white fur.

"Who's this?" Ashton asked, reaching out to pet her. She hissed loudly at him and he pulled his hand back quickly.

"This is Snow," I told him.

"Snow doesn't like anyone except J," Damien said. "I've been her friend since we were kids and Snow still won't let me pet her."

"How old is she?" Calum quizzed.

"Seven," I lied. Truth be told, Snow is twenty-one, like me. She's my familiar and she won't die until I do. A familiar is a companion a witch gets at birth. A familiar takes a shape of an animal but is actually something created by a coven at a witch's birth to keep them company and offer protection. Most familiars do well with other people/supernatural creatures but Snow doesn't seem to care for anyone but me. She doesn't like Damien, Annette, my mom, or other witches in our coven. She certainly doesn't like Liam and his pack, normally she doesn't come around if they're in the room.

"Guys, it's getting late," Liam said. "We should go to the hotel."

"You're more than welcome to stay here," I told him. "There's a room for each of you and it's a lot homier than a hotel."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course," I nodded. "Damien and Annette are in the room opposite of mine but the rest are empty."

"What time do you have to be at the shop tomorrow?" Harry quizzed.

"I'm have the morning shift and Damien has the afternoon," I said.

"No, you should hang out with them before they go," Damien told me. "Annette and I will work the shop." I looked between the two of them. Damien was sitting on the ground with his back against the hearth of the fireplace and Annette was resting against his side. Damien's arm was thrown around Annette's shoulders and she was almost asleep.

"How about none of us go in?" I suggested.

"An off day would be nice, considering the last one we had was, like, two months ago," Damien nodded.

"So, it's settled. We'll all go to breakfast at the café down the street from the shop," Niall said.

"I'm out on that one. I'm sleeping in," I told him.

"Meaning she might be up by dinner time," Annette said sleepily. Everyone, except Luke, laughed. Liam and his pack called their rooms and went up the stairs, followed closely by Damien and Annette. I led Luke, Michael, Calum, and Ashton to the rooms they would be staying in.

"Are you going to bed?" Michael asked me.

"No," I shook my head. "I'll be in the study for another hour or so and my room's that one if you need anything." I pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.

Taglist:

@lukeshemmo @hybrid137 @liati2000

[ladynestaarcheron]

hello! so this is a mostly-nessian fic, ah, au, set in modern times, told via text and group chats. available here on ao3 as well. enjoy:)

Feyre Archeron to The She Musketeers: So you’re both coming to dinner this Saturday night?

Elain Archeron: Yes! Can’t wait!

Nesta Archeron: Yes

Feyre: Great So I’ll send you the address but you still have to call me when you get there because getting into Rhys’ apartment is kind of a hassle

Elain: What should we wear?

Feyre: Oh I know it sounds fancy but we’re totally casual

Nesta: Elain, when did you choose this God-awful group name?

Elain: ?? what’s wrong with it?

Feyre: I like the new group name

Nesta: Did you even read The Three Musketeers?

Elain: I saw the mickey mouse one

Feyre: I saw the barbie one

Nesta: Why does it have to say she instead of three?

Nesta: There was a Barbie one?

Elain: so that we know we’re girls

Feyre: Yeah barbie and the three musketeers

Elain: or any she/her individuals

Nesta: If Barbie doesn’t need to specify she then why do you?

Elain changed the group name to Three/3/III/...--

Feyre: Since when do you know morse?

Nesta: Elain, for God’s sake

Nesta Archeron to Little Feyre: So is Barbie a part of the three? Because it’s not exactly clear from the title.

***

Rhysand Setareh to Cass and the Machine: which one of you stole my good jacket?

Cassian Razmande: u have no good jackets

Azriel Sayeh: Cassian did.

Cassian: all ur jackets are lame

Cassian: wow, traitor much??

Azriel: I think he left it at Mor’s.

Rhys: cool, thanks

Rhys: thanks @Az I mean

Rhys: if it wasn’t clear I was not thanking you for stealing my best jacket

Cassian: so i think this is a betrayal on two accounts, one thinking i would steal a lame jacket and two ratting me out

Rhys: why’d you even take it? you only ever wear your leather one anyway

Cassian: i d i d n o t t a k e y o u r s t u p i d j a c k e t

Azriel: He had a date with a woman named Charlotte Reddon. She’s a senior actuary for Helion at Day’s Savings.

Rhys: wow, really?

Cassian: honestly the idea that i would ever date anyone who works in insurance counts as betrayal number 3

Cassian: no!!!

Cassian Razmande  to Razzmatazz: how did you find out??? she literally just made senior actuary this week??

Azriel to Cass and the Machine: [Screenshot image]

Cassian: WOW

Rhys: well congrats to Charlotte!!!!!

Cassian changed the group name to Cass and Rhys and Traitor Joes

Azriel changed the group name to Cass and Rhys and Traitor Joe

Azriel: It’s only Joe’s if you mean to assign ownership to the establishment.

Cassian has removed Azriel from the group chat.

Rhys: so, how did it go??

Cassian: Not Well Thanks For Asking

Rhys: ah, well. you just need to get out more.

Cassian: i go out all the time?

Rhys: i mean like... go out and talk to someone who is not me or az or mor or amren or Feyre

Cassian: whyd you only capitalize her name?

Rhys: she deserves it :)

Cassian has removed Rhys from the group chat.

***

Feyre Archeron to Rhys <3: Seating arrangements are too much comma right question mark

Feyre: Not like that exclamation point

Feyre: Oh my God I hate this text to talk

Feyre: I give up!!!!

Rhysand Setareh to Darling Feyre My Love and Life<3<3<3: bit early for a break down, i think.

Feyre: It’s never too early for a break down

Feyre: Seating arrangements question mark

Feyre: I mean seating arrangements punctuation question mark

Feyre: J E S U S

Rhys: don’t hurt yourself

Feyre: Too late already walked into a pole

Rhys: what??? are you okay???

Feyre: Fine just tell me what you think about seating arrangements

Rhys: unnecessary

Rhys: we’ll just tell everyone where to sit ahead of time and your sisters won’t have to decide where to sit

Feyre: But I don’t know where they should sit!

Feyre: Oh that’s how you do it!

Feyre: Reece I got it to work!

Feyre: Oh it’s got your name wrong

Rhys: i really think you’re overreacting

Feyre: Can I like register your name?

Rhys: i’ll do it when you get home

Rhys: also don’t worry about it. you’re sitting next to me and your sisters will be across from us and the other will fill in the spots

Rhys: oh we should keep cass and amren away from elain

Feyre: Yeah, but we need to keep Cassian away from Nesta, too.

Rhys: i think nesta can handle herself

Feyre: Cassian can’t.

***

Nesta Archeron to Little Feyre: Okay we’re outside

Feyre Archeron to Nesta, PhD: Okay, the doorlady’s name is Nuala, tell her you’re coming to see us

Nesta: There’s no one here named Nuala?

Feyre: Maybe her twin Cerridwen?

Nesta: You have twin doorladies?

Feyre: It’s really not as weird as you think it is

***

Morrigan Liolle to Fey: Survived the night?

Feyre Archeron to Mor: no

Feyre: Nesta’s never speaking to me again, I think.

Mor: She’ll come around. How’s Elain?

Feyre: Pretending like nothing happened which is good I guess?

Mor: How is that good?

Feyre: Well, she and I are still on for Saturday night.

Mor: Huh. Well, that is good.

Morrigan Lilolle to Idiot: You owe Nesta Archeron a new shirt

Mor: And skirt

Mor: And shoes

Cassian Razmande to Mor: i’ll thank you not to tell me how to dress nesta, thanks very much

Mor: You didn’t say anything in that vein to her, did you??????

Mor: Cassian answer me

Mor: Cassian

Mor: C a s s i a n

Mor: I guess I never did sit you down and teach you how to talk to women.

Morrigan Liolle to Rhys: We may be in need of some damage control.

Rhysand Setareh to Mor: but Feyre and elain are still on for saturday?

Rhys: and i don’t think she’s mad at Feyre?

Rhys: oh

Rhysand Setareh to Cass: What Did You Do Now.

Cassian Razmande to Rhys’s Pieces: nothing????

Rhys: to NESTA

Cassian: oh

Cassian: what do you care?

Rhys: if you have fucked this up for Feyre even more is2g

Cassian: i haven’t!!!!!!!!!

Azriel Sayeh to Cassian: Did you try and come on to Nesta after ruining dinner last night?

Cassian Razmande to Mor: what are you OBSESSED with getting me in trouble??????????????

Amren to No Drunk Strip Karaoke Allowed At The Penthouse: @Cassian Razmande, why don’t you clear up exactly what you said to Nesta Archeron?

Feyre Archeron: Yes I’d be thrilled to hear

Rhysand Setareh: i think we all would be

Cassian Razmande: jesus

Cassian: well since her clothes got all messed up at dinner

Cassian: as i was gallantly walking her out

Morrigan Liolle: you messed up all her clothes at dinner

Azriel Sayeh: You locked her out.

Cassian: i offered to buy her some new clothes and wash the ones she had on

Azriel: Jesus, Cassian.

Mor: g o d feyre i’m sorry

Cassian: what is so bad about that??????

Amren: Cassian. Do you think we’re all convinced you offered to reimburse Nesta for her troubles and drop off her outfit at the dry cleaner’s?

Feyre: she said it was the worst way she’s ever been asked out on a date

Cassian Razmande to Feyr Bear: she said it was a date?

Cassian: because she sorta said yes.

***

Cassian Razmande to Nesta;)PhD;): so i hear you’re spreading rumors about us? ;)

Nesta Archeron to Cassian Feyre’s New Idiot Friend: Who is this?

Cassian: aww don’t be like that;)

Cassian: come on nes;)

Nesta: Don’t call me Nes, you ass.

Cassian: so you do have my number;)

Nesta: What the hell is up with all the winking emoticons?

Cassian: i heard you got a little worked up after yesterday

Nesta: Oh, you mean when you poured dinner all over me?

Nesta: Or before that, when you insulted my career?

Nesta: Or after that, when you locked me outside?

Cassian: no after that

Cassian: when we made plans for our date

Nesta Archeron to Little Feyre: I don’t know where you find your strays, Feyre, but you keep them out of my life.

[One call from Feyre Archeron to Nesta, PhD]

[One call from Feyre Archeron to Rhys<3]

[One call from Rhysand Setareh to Cass]

Cassian Razmande to Nesta;)PhD;): so i’ve just been informed that you did not actually agree to come along with me on a clothes-shopping date.

Nesta Archeron to Cassian Feyre’s New Idiot Friend: Oh do you think?

Cassian: in my defense your sarcasm is too subtle

Nesta: Sarcasm is only worth it if it’s subtle

Cassian: we can debate the merits of too-subtle and overtness over breakfast after tonight

Cassian: DON’T call feyre to tell on me to rhys again that was a joke

Cassian: but dinner?

Nesta Archeron to Ellie: I don’t like Feyre’s new friends. Do you?

Elain Archeron to Nesta My Big Sister<3: i think i liked them

Nesta: You think you liked them? What does that mean?

Elain: well i got the feeling they were performing

Nesta: Oh, you think that was them trying more than usual?

Elain: come on it wasn’t so bad

Nesta: You left dry

Elain: did cassian ask you out for real?

Elain Archeron to Feyre My Little Sister<3: :)

Feyre Archeron to Ellie<3: ....yes???

Elain: nesta’s got a crush:)

Feyre: Oh?

Elain: she can’t stop thinking about him:)

Feyre: In fairness that could be her spitting rage

Elain: no one in this family understands love.

Cassian Razmande to Feyr Bear: look, am i taking your sister on a date or not?

Feyre Archeron to Cass: ???????? Idk?????????

Feyre: Are you????????

Cassian: like. i don’t know. that’s why i’m asking you

Cassian: i have asked repeatedly and i believe she has said yes but someone is planting seeds of doubt in my mind

Feyre: Is someone Nesta or Rhys?

Feyre: Because if it’s Nesta I think it’s safe to say you’re not actually going out

Amren to Nesta Archeron: Just put the boy out of his misery.

Nesta Archeron: Sorry, who is this?

Amren: Amren. We met at dinner the other night.

Nesta: Oh, Feyre’s friend.

Amren: From dinner. Anyway, he’s an idiot, sure, but torturing lesser beings is still generally frowned upon.

Nesta: How am I torturing him, exactly?

Amren: Just let him know if you’re going out or not.

Nesta Archeron to Little Feyre: [Message deleted]

Nesta Archeron to Ellie: [Message deleted]

Nesta Archeron to Amren: What do you think I should do?

Amren to Nesta Archeron: Regarding?

Nesta: You know

Nesta: Him

Nesta: Cassian

Amren: Trust your instincts, girl.

Nesta Archeron to Cassian Feyre’s New Idiot Friend: It really was the worst date-proposal I’ve ever received

Cassian Razmande to Nesta;)PhD;): was it really???

Cassian: at least i offered to pay

Nesta: It is 100% the initiating party’s responsibility to pay for the date

Cassian: is that your professional legal opinion?

Nesta: It is

Nesta: So hypothetically, Tuesday lunch would be on me

Nesta: If you were free

Nesta: And I were asking you out

Cassian: hypothetically i would be free for that

Cassian: well, dr. archeron?

Cassian: are you asking me out?

Nesta: Yes.

Cassian: then i’ll see you tuesday

Cassian: ;)

Cassian: see? the winking emoticons are necessary. look how un-into our date i look without it

Cassian: v v much into our date btw

Nesta: Quit while you’re ahead

Cassian: if those are the doctor’s orders:)

Cassian: what’s your stance on regular smilies?

[bobbystompy]

68 Quotes I Enjoyed From 2019

Below are my favorite quotes from 2019. Though most occurred throughout the year, some took place before but were encountered during.

1) “I don’t bitch about Millenials.

John Entwistle once complained that he didn’t understand rap. Pete Townsend said, ‘It’s not our job to understand it. It’s our job to get the fuck out of the way.’

New generations come of age. The older generation’s job is to shut up and adapt.” - @danagould

2) “I can’t do drugs with you until we kiss.”

3) “If you pay me $50 I'll show up to your funeral but stand really far away, holding a black umbrella regardless of the weather, so that people think you died with a dark and interesting secret.” - @DanaSchwartzzz

4) “A human being is a dangerous thing to let loose in a room with itself, when it cannot think.” - Roger Ebert

5) “There are no bad bourbons, only better bourbons.” - Dave Hernandez

6) “You can’t put a dollar in a kimono.”

7) “This is how it was.” - rampant takeaway from watching ‘Superbad’ several years after its release

8) “What if I had been born fifty years before you in a house on the street where you lived / Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike / Would I know? / And in a wide sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize” - Ben Folds, ‘The Luckiest’

9) “Learn the rules so you can break them.”

10) “Nobody makes chili for two.” - Stacy Massey

11) “‘Best city in the world,’ I mutter to myself, as i adjust my ‘driving blanket’.” - Chicago resident Deanna Belos, during the 2019 Polar Vortex

12) “Dude, no one’s ever got arrested for listening to Counting Crows.” - Ricky O’Donnell, justifying late night music volume at his party

13) Bill Belichick: We’re going to have fun tonight. Rob Gronkowski: Yes we are. We deserve it. Belichick: You’re damn right. Gronk: I haven’t stepped out in like eight months. I gotta step out tonight. Belichick: I’m with you, man. I’m even going to step out. Gronk: Oh, I like it!

A Super Bowl winning exchange.

14) Center David Andrews thanked Bill Belichick for giving him "a shot".

Belichick disagreed with it.

Andrews: Thank you for giving me a shot. Belichick: A shot? I didn't give you shit. You earned it! I don't give anything.

Another Super Bowl winning exchange.

15) “We elected one of the very worst living human beings to be President, and it's exhausting. Each and every day, it's an exhausting slog, just to exist in a world where that's true.” - Michael Schur

16) “Some of y’all always picked Odd Job when you played Goldeneye and it shows” - @thedad

17) “Any app is a dating app if you try hard enough.” - Z.W. Martin (though he says it’s lifted)

18) "Once you're as woke as I am, you learn to feel bad all the time.”

19) “Everything’s a balance beam when you’re 90.” - John Dingell

20) [I wake up in a world where The Beatles never existed]

Me: Check out this song I just wrote

[I begin playing “Ob La Di Ob La Da” without having first built up years of goodwill]

Crowd of people: Wow, this sucks ass

-- @seanoneal

21) “People change people.” - Corey Matthews, Girl Meets World

22) “The easiest thing to do on earth is not write.” - William Goldman

23) “Dan could be like a difficult uncle. I didn’t love his fire-breathing conservative politics. I didn’t love the transformation that came over his novels. In Semi-Tough, he created two benighted Texas jocks and laid their prejudices bare. He was declaring himself a member of the Mark Twain coaching tree. In later books, Dan seemed to be trying to prove he could still tell a racist joke. He insisted that his memoir—the last truly immaculate piece of writing he delivered—include a tirade against political correctness. When his editor said people might be offended, Dan said, ‘Fuck people.’

There are certain writers whose style you pilfer. Certain writers whose moral fiber you try to inherit. For me, Dan represented a third category: a writer whose aura you replicate—or, failing that, try to stand in for a while.” - Bryan Curtis, on Dan Jenkins

24) “Never marry anything. Never choose. Even in love, it's better to be chosen.” - La Dolce Vita

25) “An uncluttered, uncomplicated happy ending might sound wonderful, but it’s hardly ever satisfying. Because the value of great stories lies in the tension between desire and need, between the yearning for the ideal, and the unshakable conviction that ideals don’t really exist, at least not the way we want them to. A great story should hurt a little when it leaves us. There should be some hope, but that hope should remain somewhere just an inch beyond our fingers, because that’s the truth. Even if you had all the perfect moments in the world, you’d still be reaching.” - Zach Handlen, on the Futurama series finale

26) “You can’t see him because he has sunglasses on.” - Alissa Levy

27) “The cinema is the greatest art form ever conceived for generating emotions in its audience. That's what it does best. (If you argue instead for dance or music, drama or painting, I will reply that the cinema incorporates all of these arts).” - Roger Ebert

28) “‘Are you gonna let politics ruin a friendship?’ 

Yes tf I am

People talk about politics as if it’s this isolated, abstract concept that only matters at election time. Somebody’s politics is their world view. It’s whether they think certain human beings deserve rights. It’s how they think the world should be. And if somebody thinks that the world should be colder, meaner, less accepting and downright hostile to people that are different to them, then sure as fuck is the friendship over.”

29) “Can the Supreme Court get me mushrooms?” - J-Papp

30) “Any song under two minutes already has a head start on its way into my heart. Just scream at me and then leave me.” - Drew Magary

31) “Long neck cold beers never broke my heart.” - Clemson Tom

32) “I’d just like to point out that the last spoken words of Game of Thrones were: 

‘I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.’”

- @Authoroux

33) “Just once before I die, I want to toss my keys to someone and tell them ‘Bring the car around’.” - Mike Skully

34) “For all the weight they're given, last words are usually as significant as first words.” - Grand Maester Pycelle, Game of Thrones

35) “The best remedy for unrequited love is a trip around the world.” - Cheers

36) [on switching from a hotel to a motel]

Manny: I don't like the sound of that. A lot of amenities disappear when an H turns into an M. Jay: Hey when I met you, you were eating cereal out of a bucket.

-- Modern Family

37) “You and Lindsey don’t want to be ‘estranged’. Estranged is the relationship we want to have with our mothers.” - MegFil

38) “Cigarettes are undefeated.”

39) “My toes are like my fingers on my feet. I can pick stuff up with them.” - Tracy Cunningham

40) “Republicans govern without shame, Democrats shame without governing.” - Bill Maher

41) Sam: I don’t understand the vagaries of the Internet Josiah: Post often, without thought, and you’ll either get cancelled or cancel someone else.

-- Blink-155

42) “Hang a lantern on your problems.”

43) “What a weird web we weave.” - The Situation, The Jersey Shore: Family Vacation

44) “Let the ocean worry about being blue.” - Alabama Shakes, ‘Hang Loose’

45) “Honesty without tact is cruelty.” - Shelley Rokos

46) “My whole life is the wrong porn link.”

47) “One parent can take care of 10 kids, but 10 kids cannot take care of one parent.” - Joe Gestetner, via “an old Yiddish saying”

48) “There are no heroes in the room.” - Classics of Love, ‘Gun Show’

49) “If I am a little dismissive, it's only because of my harrowing backstory.” - Mitchell, Modern Family (on why he doesn't like sports)

50) “Every time I’m wearing black, I meet a dog.” - Tracy Cunningham

51) “Shower sex? Why would I fuck in my crying chamber” - @chridollarsign

52) “My theory about quarterbacks, having written about some of them, is you either have to believe in god or think you are a god.” - Mina Kimes

53) “The contradictions of capitalism always manifest in our lyrics if you look deeply.” - Blake Schwarzenbach of Jawbreaker, Riot Fest 2019

54) “Got a ‘hang loose’ from the weakside bartender.”

55) “It’s Jennifer’s birthday always.” - Eric Hutchinson 

56) “I can’t think of a less relevant artist in 2019 than Kanye West. A Jesus freak in a MAGA hat. Yeah, congrats dude -- you’re every grandma who watches ‘Young Sheldon’ and mails checks to Joel Osteen now.” - Dan Ozzi

57) “The past and future are in the mind. I’m in the now.” - Tom Brady, via someone else

58) “Sometimes you walk around boring places and you feel like the most exciting thing in it.” - Drew Magary

59) “Sitting is the new smoking.” - Modern Family

60) “I'll straight up fight folks at a book club and discuss books at a fight club I really don't give a shit anymore.” - George Wallace

61) “Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.” - Rose Garvey via wine country

62) “It’s all ‘ok boomer’ until you need someone who can drive stick shift.” - @OrdinaryAlso

63) “He likes the result of the math.” - Dad, talking about my worst subject frustrating during the process but satisfying in the end

64) Stepmom: Do you want a Bears urn or Alabama urn? Dad: Ask me after they play Auburn.

65) “A cold body carries a warm heart.” - Stefanos Tsitsipas’ Instagram, after his Iceland sabbatical

66) [preparing a dish called the Sandwich of Justice with his friend’s recipe]

"The fun thing about it is when you give it to someone, you can say 'Justice is served.’ That's, uh, Ryan's line. I built my whole life on the backs of my friends." - You Suck At Cooking

67) “Usually three people can keep a secret only when two of them are dead.” - The Irishman

68) “An artist can't control who consumes their content any more than a chemist can control how their chemicals are used once they're created.” - Brian Crooks

[minsugasnerd]

Just Friends...? 2

even

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,521

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Even though he lived next door, I hadn’t seen much of Taehyung outside of school since his dad left. His mom wasn’t forcing him to stay at home, he just didn’t want her to be alone. He was caring and sweet like that. We had mainly been talking through text. Graduation was only a few days away and that meant parties by the dozen were being planned.

[TaeTae]: You know Jongup is having a  graduation party right?? :D

[Y/n]: Tae -.-’ no

[TaeTae]: Awww why not?

[Y/n]: You know how I feel about parties, especially after...

[TaeTae]: You can’t be serious! Shit happens Y/n!

[Y/n]: Shit happens sure...but I threw up all over Jackson and he still hasn’t spoken to me! It was embarrassing Tae!!!

[TaeTae]: Like I said shit happens! It was like a bazillion years ago!

[Y/n]: It was last year Tae...

[TaeTae]: Semantics...it happened. You can’t do anything about that now.

You thought about it and before you could even message him back, he sent you another text.

[TaeTae]: PLEEEEEEASE! Don’t make me go alone :/

You would do nearly anything for that boy.

[Y/n]: Fine

[TaeTae]: Yes! You wont regret it!

‘You wont regret it!’ Bullshit you thought.

On the day of graduation, it was bright and sunny so I dressed in my best dress, not that it mattered anyway since it was going to covered by the gown. First the principle gave a speech which seemed to go on forever. He talked about the importance of a good education and staying on top of your studies for those who were entering college. His monotone voice nearly put me to sleep, if it weren’t for everyone politely clapping at the end, I surely would have. To make matters worse, we had to painstakingly sit through the Class President’s speech. Nayeon also served as this years valedictorian. Not to mistake her as a boring person, cause she wasn’t she was just trying too hard to earn the few chortles of laughter from the audience. Her jokes and puns were cringe worthy, but if I had to choose who’s speech to sit through again I’d pick her over the principal.

One by one my peers were called up to the stage to receive their diploma. Friends and family cheered and clapped for their loved ones. When it was my row’s turn to walk up the few stairs and across the expanse of the stage, I paused to look towards the bleachers in search of my dad. Once I laid eyes on him, his face held a look of immense pride. He brought his hand up to swipe something off of his cheek, a tear you assumed. Such a big softy. I turned my attention to the person in front of me, their name was called out next and they graciously accepted their diploma.

Y/L/N Y/F/N.

As I accepted my own diploma, a voice rang out above all of the clapping. Taehyung. He was hollering louder than my own dad did, my eyes found his and he gave you a wink. Feeling a tinge of warmth shoot across the apples of my cheeks, I turned to the principal and shook his hand. Holding the piece of paper that I worked so hard for gently in the palm of my hand and made my way off of the stage. Once I settled back into my chair I let out a big breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding in. I did it, I actually did it.

Not more than ten minutes after my name had been called, it was Taehyung’s turn.

Kim Taehyung.

Never having spoken too loudly, and definitely never having screamed out before, I surprised those around me.

“WAAAY TO GO TAAAAAAAAE!”

His whole body spun around and his boxy grin graced his handsome face when he realized I was cheering for him. He quickly shot me a heart made out of his long fingers and blew me a kiss.

‘Well someone definitely has a crush on you,” Jiyeon leaned over and whispered while simultaneously nudging your shoulder with her own.

“Nah, we’re just friends. Best friends,” I replied trying to convince myself more than I was her.

“You blushing says otherwise,” Jiyeon retorted. She sat back into her chair dropping the conversation.

I watched Tae exit the stage and thought about what Jiyeon had said, what my dad had said, even what the hair stylist had said, Just friends didn’t look at each other like that. They really didn’t. I noticed the way his gaze seemed to linger lately, the way he would grip my hand a little tighter whenever he reached out to you, the way he would slightly bite his lip when words fell from my own. When he kissed me the night his dad left, if felt different than the innocent pecks he gave me over the years.

Things had shifted in our friendship but I weren’t sure when and I didn’t want to act on them in fear of ruining my relationship with Taehyung. I couldn’t lose him, he was my only real friend. I continued to think about all of the moments that proved everyone right in the fact that my best friend may or may not have a crush on me. Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts when Nayeon stepped back up to the podium and shouted congratulations graduates and threw her cap into the air. Everyone followed suit, including me.

After having their caps back in their possessions, everything seemed to be moving in a slow motion blur. The crowd of graduates dispersed across the span of the football field towards their awaiting families. Many exchanging yearbooks for others to sign and taking tons of photos to last a lifetime. Which reminded me, Taehyung never returned my yearbook after I asked him to sign it. He claimed he didn’t have time to sign it right then and there in the middle of the hallway and he promised to return it to me as soon as possible. I didn’t mind though, everyone else that mattered to me had already signed it.

I stood in place like a statue trying to find even one of the two familiar faces; either my dad or Taehyung. A slight panic began to set in when I couldn’t locate either one of them, before I could even fish my phone from the depths of my bra, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.

“We did it Y/n. I’m so proud of you,” Tae’s breath ghosted my skin and sent goosebumps across my body when he whispered in my ear.

“I’m proud of you too Tae. Yah! Now let me go.” I playfully grumbled and twisted around in his embrace so that I was now facing him. Gulping as I did, I eyed him, pure elation graced his features. I loved seeing him happy, that’s all that mattered to me.

He dipped his head down, his fringe tickling my skin, he was slowly closing the space between the two of us. He’s gonna kiss me in front of everyone, I thought. Licking my lips in anticipation, I could feel tufts of heavy air wash over me as they left his lips. His arms held me tighter and I closed my eyes waiting for the kiss that never came because someone shouted and interrupted the two of us.

“Yo! Tae!” Bobby yelled for him over the buzzing sound of numerous conversations that took place around us. Taehyung groaned and put some space between the both of us, he turned to glare at Bobby who was waving him over.

While trying to return my pulse to a stable pace, I smoothed my hands down the front of my gown. I chuckled when I heard him mumble something about pummeling the poor boy. Before he left to see what Bobby wanted, the two of us made plans to meet up before the party that was taking place that night at Jongup’s.

“See you later.” Tae said leaving me but before he reached Bobby, he turned and winked.

Moments later I saw my dad making his way towards me with a bouquet of lilies.

“Congrats! I’m so proud of you kiddo!” Your dad beamed and pulled me to him.

“Thanks dad!” I said slightly out of breath from his bear hug. “You’re squishing me and the flowers!”

When he released me, he gave me an apologetic look. “Ready to go?” he asked. I simply nodded my head. I reached my dad’s truck and climbed inside slamming the door closed as he inserted the key into the ignition. It took a few minutes to back out and exit the parking lot. Memories of my time at that school played in my mind as the building’s image grew smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror. Your dad’s voice shook me from my thoughts.

“Y/n?” he questioned.

“Huh - what? Sorry I spaced out.” I replied and it made him laugh.

“It’s okay. It was a big day for you, for us. I know your mother would have been proud.” He carefully spoke.

Sighing at the mention of my mom, she was taken from me early in life and obviously wasn’t there for all of the momentous events in my life. My double digit birthday, when I started middle school, when I started the monthly pain in the ass period, when I started high school, my first kiss, my first school dance, my first time with Changkyun shortly before he moved. She missed all of that.

“She would have been huh?” I murmured.

My dad reached over and squeezed my hand. For some reason my dad decided to take the long route back home, but for the rest of the drive, us two remained silent.  

Once we got home, I went to put the flowers in a vase.

“Y/n?” my dad shouted from the living room. “You wanna go grab a bite to eat?”

My stomach grumbled at the mention of food.

“Yes! Let me go change first okay?” I replied as you retreated towards my room.

“No rush!” he shouted back to me.

I stopped dead in my tracks once I saw my yearbook sitting on my desk. Hmmm he must have snuck it in before graduation, I thought to myself. I walked over to my desk and opened the cover, trying to mentally prepare myself with what he had written. I never got the chance to read it before my dad called out saying that he was ready when I was. I shut the yearbook closed and got changed as quick as I could.

I tied my hair back and exited my room. Upon entering the living room my dad ended the call he was on.

“Ready?” my dad questioned. My stomach answered for me when it growled with hunger. “I guess so,” he chuckled.

He let me drive while he gave me instructions on where to turn left and where to turn right. Before I knew it, the scenery looked extremely familiar. He was directing you towards my favorite restaurant; Mommy’s Dumpling House. It was a bit on the pricey side and it was always jam-packed with customers.I pulled into the parking lot and saw that there were many other cars.

“It looks like they’re full. Maybe we should eat somewhere else.” I said observing the movement behind the window shades.

“Nahhh,” he drawled out. “I think we’ll be just fine.”

“Whatever you say,” I retorted, wary of his optimism. The silver colored bell chimed when my dad opened the door for me.

A somewhat tall boy who looked like he was just a few years older than me looked up. His blonde dyed hair slightly fell onto his brow line after he tried sweeping it back with a push of his hand.

“Welcome to Mommy’s Dumpling House, I’m Namjoon. How many today? Just the two of you?” he asked.

“Yep just us two,” my dad had a funny tone to his voice but I shook it off. “Celebrating my daughter’s graduation today.”

A knowing look fell across Namjoon’s face. “Ahhh okay,” he smirked. “Congratulations!” He said to me.

“Thanks,” I replied trying to keep the puzzlement out of my voice.

“Right this way,” he said and guided the both of us towards the back where they had sliding doors that closed off the rest of the restaurant. It was usually reserved for parties.

“Why are we going all the way back here?” I asked as you passed up a few of the empty tables we could have been seated at.

“Those tables are reserved,” Namjoon replied to me.

The three of us quickly approached the sliding doors. I noticed that another waiter stood at one end of the doors, Namjoon stopped at the other end. They pulled the doors open and my jaw went slack with shock.

“SURPRISE!” Everyone shouted. I looked at all of the familiar faces that were there to celebrate this big day with me. My aunt and cousins that I only got to see a few times during the year, a few other friends from school including Bobby, the librarian I bonded with over the years at school, my dad’s best friend and his kids who were basically family to me, smack dab in the middle was Taehyung and his mom.

“Dad...?” I looked at him and he shok his head.

“This was all Tae’s idea. He planned all of it.” he laughed at the incredulous look I gave him.

My eyes fell on the boy who meant the world to me. He had planned this amidst everything going on at home. He took the time to bring everyone together for me. My chest tightened and tears threatened to fill my eyes.

“Tae...-” I began but quickly stopped when he walked forward and pulled me to him. I was enclosed in his embrace and I swore it felt like it was just the two of us, just for that tiny moment. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Anything for my best friend,” he whispered back.

The moment he let go of me, everyone started to settle into their chairs around the table. The waiters came and took everyone’s orders and soon enough plates upon plates of ambrosial food were placed in front of everyone. The room was graced with laughter inducing conversations. I looked around, seeing everyone I loved brought together on this big day made me happier than anyone knew. My eyes rested upon the image of Tae laughing and joking around with Bobby and I couldn’t help but think of how gorgeous he was, the sun that seeped through the shades hit him in the right way. His dirty blonde hair made his skin glow like honey, the lines that danced around his mouth when he laughed, the way his tongue poked out quickly to swipe his lips. Everything about this boy screamed ethereal.

“Earth to Y/n,” my dad said, waving his hand in front of my face. I shook those thoughts from my mind and saw that Taehyung was staring at me. A slight panic spread through your body, making me wonder how long he caught me looking at him.

“Yeah dad?” I mumbled.

“You okay?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I just got lost in my thoughts for as moment,” I sighed.

“Ahh okay. Eat up kiddo.” he replied.

For the rest of the meal I tried to keep my gaze off of Taehyung but every so often I looked at him, only to find that he already had his eyes on me.

Before everyone went their separate ways, they had each given me a hug, some sort of gift, and a small speech at how proud they were of me. It definitely made a few tears spring loose. I let my dad drive home so I could open the cards and gifts.

“Is there anything going on tonight?” my dad asked.

“There’s this party Jongup is having at his parents house,” I said absentmindedly while you read the card that came from my aunt. She had given me a small box that told me to wait to open it until I was alone.

“Tae is taking you?” he asked.

“Yeah he is,” I replied. “And yes I know, no driving if I’m going to have even one sip of alcohol, no drugs, no sex. Call if I need a ride or if something happens.” I stated because it was the one thing he said every time I went out.

“Good girl,” my dad laughed knowing he had told you over and over until it stuck in your mind.

Upon returning home I told my dad I was going to take a quick nap before Taehyung was due to pick me up. Shutting myself away from the rest of the house, I sat on my bed with the tiny box my aunt had given me. The tiny box creaked at its hinge as I lifted the lid. Inside laid a very simple, yet beautiful silver locket. I opened the heart-shaped necklace to find a picture of my mom and grandmother on one side and me and my mom on the other. My eyes began to fill with tears as emotions washed over me. A note was fitted into the top of the lid, I carefully slid it out of its place and opened it.

“My dearest daughter,

I was given this on my own graduation day from my mother. Today is the day you graduate and I know you will make both your father and I very proud. I’m so proud of you already my sweet girl. I know that whatever you decide to do in life, you will excel at it and achieve all of your hopes and dreams. Don’t forget, I love you.

                                 Always and Forever, Mom”

I couldn’t have stopped the tears even if I tried. I unclasped the hook and reached up to put on the silver gift. It rested right above my heart and slightly to the right. Right in that moment I missed her so much it hurt. It was weird growing up without a mom when all of the other kids did. My dad felt like he had to make up for that and bought me things I didn’t need. I needed a mom. Nonetheless I was happy she wasn’t in pain anymore and for that I was so grateful. I laid my head on my pillow, my fingers toyed with the heart locket and tried to remember everything I could about my mom as I slowly let sleep take over.

My phone buzzed repeatedly until I picked up. “Hello,” I grumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

“Y/n were you sleeping?” Tae nearly shouted.

“Yah! Shhh. Yes I was. I was tired.” I said finally opting to sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes.

“I’m coming over in an hour to pick you up for the party.” He said without giving me a chance to say anything before he hung up.

“Fucker,” I mumbled, getting up to put my half depleted phone on the charger. I washed up in my bathroom and made my way over to my closet.

“What to wear...” I said out loud to no one but myself. The hangers clinked against one another as I rifled through my options.

Almost an hour later, just as Taehyung had promised a soft knock sounded on my door.

“Come in!” I shouted from the bathroom where I was putting the last minute touches on my hair and make up.

“You ready yet?” Tae asked as he plopped down onto my bed.

“Yeah just let me get my bag,” I answered him. Grabbing my little back bag to hold my phone and wallet and slinging it over my shoulder. I turned to see him eyeing me with a big grin. “What? I look hideous? I knew it,” I huffed going to my closet to find something else, but he stopped me.

“No you look great!” He said and the look on his face told me he really meant it. “Let’s go.” he pulled me out of my room and into the living room where my dad was waiting.

“Remember the rules?” he asked looking at me, his eyes dipped down to the necklace and he fought back emotions at recognizing who it used to belong to.

“Yes dad,” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “We know the rules.” I stood up on my tip-toes to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Just saying,” he retorted. “Keep my baby safe Tae.” he said clapping a hand down on his shoulder.

“Will do sir.” he said before exiting my house right behind me. He opened the passenger’s door for me on his car door. “M’lady.”

“Such a gentleman you are,” I laughed. Closing my door he walked around the front of the car and sat in the drivers side.

“Ready for the best night of our lives?” he asked grinning at me before turning up the music and backing out of the driveway.

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Thoughtless Pt. 13

A/N: I had plans to upload this yesterday but sleep won! I hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Smut. 

He irritates you because this parenthood thing came to him easy. Ubbe enjoyed the midnight cries for milk, even though it wasn’t his breast that ache and leaked every time Preston cried. He even bought a camera baby monitor exclusively for him. Every time you asked to see it, he responds with “Get your own.” And you’re sure he means it because it stays on only his night stand. He’d adjusted like he was born to do it and you barely knew how to change a diaper, and he taught you that. 

Home didn’t feel like home. Every creak in the floor, every scrape at a window made you nervous. Preston slept with you and Ubbe. But you still j jumped up in the middle of the night teaching for him and there was one thing you an Ubbe had in common: Maggie had to die.

“Look Lil man,” Ubbe said changing his diaper. “You shell like a grown man. This is not what we meant by grow up fast.” He fanned Preston. One full month of parenthood had changed everything between you two.

“He has no clue what you’re saying.”

“Oh, I think he knows.” Ubbe shoots the diaper in the canister and buttons the all black onesie. You thought you would be the person to dress him like his dad but Ubbe had that covered. “You feel like doing something today?”

“I can’t have sex until next week.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Ass,” he laughs. “I meant go to Ivar’s graduation party.”

“I don’t want to party.”

“It’s a dinner party my mom is hosting at the Grandiose Suite. Come on.”

“I don’t want to human, Ubbe.”

“For fu-,” he corrects himself. “You’re going. Put some clothes on. Doll up. Me and Preston are good.”

You dress up in your little green dress and beige heels. HE was right, it did feel good to be a human again. You’d allowed thoughts of Maggie to consume you and drag you down, but the bitch wouldn’t have it tonight. You apply eyeliner and a dab of concealer under your sleep deprived eyes and lip gloss. You wished you would have dressed the boys, because Ubbe took it upon himself to dress them both in black. And all you could envision was the impending spit up to be on them both.

You still have a strain putting on your shoes so Ubbe helps, sliding them on your feet and kissing each of your thighs when he is done. He doesn’t care about the stretch marks, or the fact that you still waddle sometimes it of habit. Every ounce of you is sexy and appealing to him and you know he loves you.

“Have they found her yet?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about her baby, let’s just go out and have a good time. I’m completely prepared to see her again.” He gives you a knowing smile.

“I’m sure you are, but you can’t be Mr. Mom in jail.”

He kisses you once standing up in front of you, raising your chin to him. “You’re worried about her and you shouldn’t be. We have so much going for us… Preston is healthy. You’re almost all healed and those dumb ass charges have been dropped. Don’t let her ruin our new life together.”

“She tried to kill me. She took him.”

“You’re alive and he’s right here.”

“I want to stop thinking about it.” You say. “But that bitch crossed a line.”

“Oh, I know, it’s gonna be handled.”

Everyone at the dinner party was dressed formal but Ubbe and Preston and internally you were screaming at him. Ubbe didn’t seem to care showing him off to every single person that cared to listen. He was strapped to his chest and he was being over protective telling his mom to back off politely and Bjorn, that his hands were too large to hold him. You stand in the corner next to Ragnar who is taking in the room with you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still sore but almost fully recovered, I think.” You sip the wine and watch Hvitserk as he makes an array of goofy faces to Preston.

“That’s good to hear, Y/N. And my grandson is like the life of the party.”

“He has no choice.” You chuckle.

“Ubbe is a natural at this fatherhood thing huh?”

You suppress rolling your eyes and agree. “Yes. It’s utterly annoying.”

“Well, he’s always been the domesticated type. It just means you don’t have to stop your life and become a full-time mom. He’s got you.”

That was unexpected. You watch Ragnar drinking on his beer. Maybe he knew some things about life that you didn’t. “I guess.”

Sigurd moves through the room hugging Ivar and giving him a small nudge on the head. He lived out of town, rarely came home but he came back for the event. “Finally, being more than a menace.”

Ivar rolls his eyes, “I’m trying damn it.” He leans back against the wall.

Sigurd taps his glass interrupting the flow of the room. All eyes are locked on him. “I know I just got here, I’m always late. I don’t care.” He smiles. “But this day is awesome for me because my younger brother, who has anger problems and no filter is a man now. He has his own place and a degree. And it’s finaly time to quit the part time jobs and ge a real one. I would be honored if you worked with me in my Rehabilition Facility upstate?”

Ivar beamed shaking his head. “With the old people?”

“Elderly,” He corrected happy that Ivar was pumped.

“Hell yes,” He hugs him and breaks off immediately dancing. “Brace yourself bro, the best Rehab nurse in the state is headed your way.”

“I know.” Sigurd adds.

You notice ow different from the others he is, always reserved and quiet. He even dressed differently.

 Ubbe finally allowed Preston to go to Ivar for a moment. “Uncle is gonna have a bachelorette pad upstate.” He whispers jokingly. He stands next to you. “Why are you just standing here being awkward Y/N?”

“I’m just watching.” And you were, the unfamiliar woman in the corner had caught you attention. She kept staring at you as if she wanted to speak but you had no clue who she was and why she was een there.

Ivar as usual notices, “The blonde in the corner is Freydis. She was my lab partner for some semesters.”

You exhale. “Okay.”

“She’s cute right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You don’t care about his love life at the moment.

“Well, I’m gonna hook up with her. I’ve always wanted to, this time it won’t be awkward if I don’t call her the next day.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“What, I’m trying to be honest. Ever since your friend decided that I was dump worthy I’ve been in a slump. I’m gonna fuck her and get back on the market.”

“Thanks for that Ivar. Would you keep in mind you’re holding my son? Between, you and Ubbe’s mouth, I’m raising a baby sailor.”

“It’s genetic. His first word is guaranteed to be fuck. It was Ubbe’s and Hvitserk.”

“I’m gonna murder your entire family if he says it.”

“Violent.” Ivar gripes leaving your side with Preston.

The music starts and Ubbe is overly excited at Stir Fry. He dances locking eyes with you and you shake your head no. He shakes his head yes grabbing you to the dance floor with the rest of them. It slipped your mind that Ubbe liked to dance until you’re out there with him. He’s talented actually swaying an bouncing to the beat and you try to hide our excitement that you’re enjoying yourself. He sneaks you off the dance floor to the jacket closet. He closes the door behind him.

“I missed that damn smile. So, fucking cute.” He mumbles. His lips trace over yours and his hands are in your hair pressing you against the wall. “What’s a week?”

“This is a jacket closet.” You protest.

“We’ve fucked everywhere, the jacket closet is probably the most private. We won’t have another free minute for another week?” He’s right. He moves closer to you hiking your dress up. You can hear Preston cry and your breast leak milk all onto your dress. “That is the sexiest shit I have ever seen in my life.” He bites his lip. “They’ll come looking in a few minutes, how fast can you get there?” You unzip his pants stroking him twice. He didn’t even need that his dick could break bricks at this point. He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist and rocks into you. It aches for a moment for he has no self-control the first few strokes. “You’re so fucking tight.” He notices your slight discomfort and slows his pace hissing when you are grinding your hips down on him. The sound of his reservation adds to the excitement. You kiss him licking the line of his chin then savoring the taste of beer on his tongue. He pins you against the wall forgetting the party is behind you. He suppresses your moans with his mouth. You’ve never controlled yourself, but he was always good at it. You love the way he sounds when he comes, the melodic plea in your ear as he spills into you makes you come behind him. He grips your face finishing his last few strokes with his eyes locked on you. “I love you so much.”

“You better, I gave you a whole child.” You push his soaked hair back reaching for the hat he’d knocked off during.

“I want like ten more.” He grins.

“I love you too.” You slide the hat on backwards. “But you’ve lost your damn mind.”

Ivar and Freydis are so consumed with the baby you two just slide next to them. “We’d like our child back now?”

“Working on brother?” Ivar looks at Ubbe. “Walls are fucking thin.”

Your face burns and you push Ubbe, scowling him. “I told you.”

He takes Preston. “I told you I didn’t care, still don’t.” He kisses you once more. “Baby is cranky, we should be headed home?”

“Yes, I’ll go get our things. Ivar, congrats.” You half hug him. “Be nice to the elderly.”

“I love old people.”

You ignore his comment walking back to the jacket closet and you see her. Maggie at the end of the hall, how’d she even get in this hotel. You say nothing following her into one of suite rooms. You open the door and she’s not in there. Just an open window. Ubbe walks after you with everything you were supposed to grab from the room. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I seen…” You shake it off. “Your mom but I was wrong. Can we go?”

“Yes babe, Preston is pissing all over my shirt. And granted everything he does is cute, this is teetering right between adorable and annoying.”

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2021: January!

1st Jan 2021 Happy New Year. Holy shit. Spent the day “making” these:

2nd Jan 2021 Mars’ birthday 🥳 Woke up at the crack of dawn (not really) to ensure that we hit the mall before it gets packed. The goal is to avoid the crowd as best as possible. We checked out the new carhartt & took away coffee before lunching at Umameat which is always A+. 

Stopped by Tomi’s (congrats on SG!) & had more coffee from ppp. ❤️ 

3rd Jan 2021 FINALLY drew something after what felt like ages of not using my pens.

Final drawing on my instagram.

4th Jan 2021 Sarah’s birthday! 🐈‍⬛ 

5th Jan 2021 Went through old magazines and found a review on The Imperialists Are Still Alive! & I really want to watch it but amazon prime is not available in MY, duh. 😤 

6th Jan 2021 Not excited for my weigh-in tomorrow. Randomly thought about getting myself a printer.

7th Jan 2021 Hospital day. Not happy. I broke down. What’s new? 🤷🏻‍♀️

8th Jan 2021 Eira’s birthday! 🐱  Dentist day. Received an early birthday gift 🎁 

9th Jan 2021 Went out for my green tea latte 🍵 

10th Jan 2021 Fulfilled yet another trip around the sun 🎂 I am extremely thankful for my parents, every year. I initially did not plan to do anything today but went out for a quick coffee trip at HH’s kkb ❤️ Earlier in the morning, Mars surprised me with a birthday gift 🎁 Lunch was at home with my Mom & brother, & Dad joined later for dinner ❤️ & Aims also dropped by! Blessed.

11th Jan 2021 Went out for my birthday lunch date with Mars at Kogetsu ❤️ 

12th Jan 2021 Received flowers from bubu! I love receiving flowers. 💐 

13th Jan 2021 Linda’s birthday! 👟 Received a covid scare so I stayed away from my folks. Very difficult since we’re all under one roof. Also the first day of MCO 2.0 😩.

14th Jan 2021 The paranoia from yesterday’s covid scare got heightened which lead to me feeling all sorts of funny with my body so I was constantly telling myself that it will be OK.

15th Jan 2021 Bought myself a zebra print kaftan cardigan from hanila!

16th Jan 2021 Omkast’s birthday! 🐈  I ordered myself laksam. Also hamdulillah can put the covid scare to rest. It was negative 🎉

17th Jan 2021 Did some “spring cleaning” and honestly do not know what to do with my old drawings :/ I did below mash-up from some of the really old ones:

18th Jan 2021 Got myself deep into Tofu Girl & spent the whole day on it 🤦🏻‍♀️

It’s hella addictive!! My impatient & compulsive ass even BOUGHT the game just to skip the advertisements 😩💸

19th Jan 2021 Happy 19! Due to MCO, no 19 date for us :(

20th Jan 2021 DJ’s birthday! 🐕 Last night a musang came right up to my bedroom window at 2am & scratching around the frames as if looking for a way in. It was extremely scary because it has never came up THAT close to me before!!

21st Jan 2021 Lol moved my fairy lights to the window as an attempt to “scare” the musang away:

22nd Jan 2021 One of the best things in life is when I have nothing major pending so I get to really do nothing on a weekend. Otherwise, this will be me:

23rd Jan 2021 Tried crust’s gluten free pizza for the first time.

24th Jan 2021 Aiman’s birthday! Today I decided to colour. Quite fun!

25th Jan 2021 1st budget meeting of 2021. Thankfully it went well. I did the meeting minutes later at night at sent it out at 2AM-ish lol. Take that bosses!

26th Jan 2021 Off day! I purposely take the day off because I foresee the budget meeting to drain me out & it did! I ordered mio’s munch in support of HH 💙 Also today my power window BROKE after I exited my usual gtl place but thankfully I was already headed home. Dad tried to pry the door open but it wouldn’t budge :(

27th Jan 2021 Sent the car to the workshop to get my window fixed, but lol long story short:

28th Jan 2021 Happy Thaipusam! 🦚  But woke up sneezing so it ruined my day. Mostly in bed with my phone and I made these using gifs from instagram story lol but it was a fun effort!:

29th Jan 2021 Made a dumbass mistake with J&T where the buyers from my carousell received the wrong CDs 😩 But they are such great sports..both of them ended up dealing with each other instead to do the swapping. I felt really bad.

30th Jan 2021 Tried some random-ass gluten free pizza found from Grabfood and...I wouldn’t recommend. Uploaded a couple more CDs into my carousell. 

31st Jan 2021 Woohoo sold another CD last night so went to send it out this am. Stopped by my usual mart to stock up on doritos 😊 Bye Jan!