#hopefully I get to play silent hill eventually I’ve always thought it looked so cool

[chibishortdeath]

This is based off of an audio clip from Silent Hill, a game I sadly have not gotten to play yet :(, but I saw someone else’s animation of the clip and got really inspired by it. Idk if I’ll ever actually animate this scene or anything, but it got me to draw Hector and Julia so it was worth it lol

[ukiyoexo]

THE PERFECT ONE. — kjm

PAIRINGS — exo, kim junmyeon x reader

GENRES — best friends to lovers, fluff fluff fluff, slight angst

SYNOPSIS — after a ruined date, your best friend decides that you deserve to be treated in the form of a perfect night that leaves your heart warm and your feelings out in the open.

WARNINGS — swearing and sweetness

MESSAGE — hi, @amyeonzing i’m emma, your exol secret santa and this is my (hopefully not too shitty) gift for you. i really enjoyed the time i spent getting to know you and i must say that i think you’re pretty freaking cool!! thanks for putting with my somewhat sporadic asks, i hope this makes up for it

also thanks to mel and lolo for setting up the @exolssecretsanta, it really was fun and definitely worth it!

WORD COUNT — 2.2k+

"i hate guys." you let out in a huff, flopping your body into your best friend's bed, "i hate guys, i hate men, i hate boys, i hate those weird humans with the dicks hanging off their body. i hate them all." you repeat again more descriptively this time, the frustration growing in your chest as you continue your somewhat dramatic announcement. your hands gripping the duvet cover as your head buries into the pillow. the only sense of calm you gain being from the smell of cologne that lingers on junmyeon's sheets.

you don't hear or see him get up, but he does with a small chuckle, pushing away from the desk he was sat in front of at the other side of the bedroom and walking over to the bed calmly. he hovers over the side of the bed your laying on before deciding to crouch down next to you, one hand gently pushing on your arm in hopes of encouraging you to unbury your face. it takes a little convincing — it always does — but you do give in eventually, letting yourself be rolled over, your arms in reponse only folding over your chest as a pout forms on your lips.

"so you were saying," junmyeon nudges you to make room for him on the bed, "men equal bad?" he sits down once you shuffle over, doing his best to hide the small smile that is prying at his lips "men equal very bad." you nod in agreement, the stern look remaining on your face as junmyeon nods. “and why is that this time?”

you shake your head at his question, not really wanting to answer. if you were being honest, you found the truth quite embarrassing, even if you shouldn’t do, you just couldn’t help it. but then again, it was junmyeon you were talking. the man you had known since you were old enough to walk, the man you spent your childhood with, experiencing the epic highs and lows of being a teenager and now an adult. it being junmyeon made you feel a bit better at least and was only reason you were willing to admit the cause of your upset.

“i got stood up.” your face twists, eyes tracing the dappled texture painted on junmyeon’s bedroom ceiling. “i was supposed to go on a date last night with this guy i met through a friend and he fucking stood me up.”

junmyeon shifts onto his side, elbow bent to prop up his head, “oh,” he hums, face morphing into a sympathetic expression, eyes saddened. his hand moves to rest on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles, “hey,” he begins gently, “there’s no point getting upset over this guy. if he couldn’t be bothered to show up to a date with someone as amazing as you, he’s not worth any of your time or thought in the first place.”

“ugh,” this was the exact reason everyone came to junmyeon for advice and you hated it, mostly because he was always right. you were letting some stupid guy, who you hadn’t even properly met, dictate your feelings and however much you didn’t want to admit it, it was stupid.

“ok.” you nod, lettting a small smile pry at your lips. “who cares about him, right?” you sit up promptly and junmyeon mimics the action. “right!” he cheers on with you but the joy is short lived. “it does still kinda suck though.” your body seems to deflate as the words pass your lips, shoulders caving in on themselves.

it sucked a whole lot in fact. not even because you cared that much about the guy, just the feeling that someone would rather leave you hanging than text to cancel.

junmyeon remains silent for a while before shifting off the bed, making his way around to the other side before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to. “y/n,” he begins softly, “forget him, yeah?” he nods encouragingly and you mirror the action reluctantly, gaze flickering away. “i’ve got a plan and it requires you to not be grumpy.”

your head seems to perk up at his statement, a plan?

your head tilts and it’s enough indication for junmyeon to begin explaining, “go on a date with me instead, a make up for last night.” he offers sweetly, hands clutching yours, and you swear you feel your heart beat fasten. “a date?” you question and he nods again, “a date.” he smiles back, “i’ll make it as perfect as possible and by the end of it, you will have forgotten that prick even exists.”

it hadn’t taken much convincing after that for you to agree, junmyeon was just a friend after all, and what’s weird about going out with a friend?

he had instructed soon after for you to go home and get changed, planning to pick you at seven for the beginning of your date. you had done so promptly, changing into your favourite ‘casual date’ outfit - whatever that meant - before fixing your hair and putting on a light layer of makeup.

and thankfully, unlike last night, when the planned time rolled around, junmyeon showed up too, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand that had your cheeks heating. his only reasoning being that you “deserved to know what a proper date was like.”

just a friend, just a friend, just a friend.

you have to remind yourself as he begins to drive after guiding you to his car, taking a deep breath as you scan the road signs you pass, hoping for any clue of where junmyeon might be taking you. the further you journeyed however, the more lost you became, city buildings morphing into fields upon fields. the car drive turning into what felt like more of an adventure as the minutes ticked on. “if you’re going to kill me, at least give me some warning.” you let out in a chuckle and junmyeon laughs back, his hand moving from the steering wheel onto your thigh. the feeling of his skin on yours leaving goosebumps prickling on your leg, “no murder happening here.” he squeezes his hand and just as quickly, it’s back on the wheel.

it’s weird, the feeling that bubbles in your stomach, almost like butterflies. but no, that was stupid. junmyeon was your best friend of course and that was it. even if he seemed to be the one you thought about most.

few words are shared after that, a quiet melody playing through the car from one of your playlists. your head resting against the window. you don’t even notice at first when the car rolls to a stop, junmyeon getting out first and promptly making his way over to your side of the car. the small giggle that passes your lips when he pulls open your door and holds out a hand leaving a rosy shade on his cheeks. he then retrieves the small weaved basket he had tucked in the car boot - the stereotypical picnic type - before gripping your hand once again, leading you down a small path.

it’s a small wooded area, up a slight slope, away from the concrete buildings and pollution. the moonlight weaves its way between the branches and leaves, leaving specs of silver dancing on the ground. rays highlighting the small blue flowers that sit in bundles in the foliage. it’s pretty. in fact more than that, it’s almost ethereal.

the world around you seems to glow, nature left to create its own bubble of serenity. the peace of the night only disturbed by the sound of your footsteps.

it’s a calm, however, that seems starkly contrastinf to the hammering in your chest every time you feel junmyeon’s thumb rub against the back of your palm. sure, you and junmyeon had held hands before, you had even cuddled and shared the same bed, you were best friends after all. it’s just that this felt different. felt special. it felt like something more.

you walk for only a couple minutes before reaching a clearing. it’s on the edge of the hill, surrounded by trees and seemingly secluded from the rest of the world. the only evidence of human life being the glowing lights of the city from what seems be miles away.

he lays out a blanket and places down the basket, opening it to pull out a collection of some of your favourite foods. god, he knew you well.

“how do you know about this place?” your head tilts, eyes scanning junmyeon’s features as you settle onto the picnic blanket. every soft curve of his face almost iridescent in the white glow of the moon and stars. “i just like to come here sometimes.” he responds rather simply, gaze fixated ahead. “when i want to clear my head, or need to be alone.” he continues, voice edging further into a whisper with each word.

“it’s nice.” you hum back, a small smile perched on your lips. “perfect in fact.” junmyeon gains a smile at that too. “i’m glad.”

you remain silent for a while after that, letting yourself enjoy the food and the comfort each other’s presences provided. you weren’t lying when you said it was perfect, it really was.

no one had ever done something like this for you, and you doubted anyone ever would again. it almost seemed too perfect, and somehow almost painful at the same time. to know that this was just a fake date per say and not the real thing left you with a bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t seem to get rid. but you couldn’t say anything, after all, junmyeon was just a friend.

“you didn’t have to do this, you know?” you whisper after another moment, “but i wanted to.” he responds quickly but gently back. a response that leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling growing in your chest that you can’t stop no matter how hard you try. “i know, but it’s just sad as well i guess.”

your words catch the man off guard, his head twisting in your direction, eyebrows quirked up slightly. “well it’s not real, is it?”

a silence settles once again. a quiet that’s more stiff than serene. leaving your hands sweaty and throat dry. you shouldn’t have said anything, you knew that, but you and junmyeon had always promised to tell each other the truth and that was what it was. the truth. this date wasn’t real. and that was the truth no matter how much you didn’t like it.

“i—” your best friend begins but doesn’t finish, instead shifting in his spot on the checkered fabric. “i guess.” his thumb fiddles with the ring resting on one of his fingers, “unless you want it to be.” he then mumbles, so close to a whisper that he’s not even sure you heard him, but you do. of course you do.

“do you want it to be?” you whisper out your own question in response, junmyeon letting it linger in the air before slowly nodding. his movements small but sure. “i want it to be real, if you want it be real.”

junmyeon admits and you feel yourself seemingly freeze in the moment. the truth bubbling in your throat ready to be blurted out. you couldn’t lie, you knew that, but admitting it was quite frankly scary as fuck.

“i want this to be real, i want something between us too.”

maybe you blurted out too much.

you can feel your cheeks heating with embarrassment, heart thudding so hard you’re sure it could break out of your chest at any moment.

but then he laughs, a small chuckle, a chuckle of disbelief.

it seems out of character for the junmyeon you knew but then he’s threading his fingers with yours and leaning so closely towards you that you’re not sure if anything is as you really know it. “me too.” he lets a smile pry at the corner of his mouth, face inches away from yours as his gaze flickers onto your lips. your gaze however focusing on his eyes. the way they seem to store a thousand stars and hundreds of joyf memories. the small flecs of gold running through the brown that somehow glow even at night.

“can i kiss you?” junmyeon hums and a breath catches in your throat but your head nods promptly nonetheless. the feeling of his lips against yours akin to the feeling of electricity, jolting through every nerve in your body, leaving every hair stood tall. his lips soft and so so gentle, yet somehow still emitting fireworks when you meet with them.

fuck. he was a perfect kisser too.

you pull back reluctantly, the need for air suddenly an inconvenience. you want to kiss him again, feel the electricity bolting through you once more, but instead you can’t stop this big grin taking over your features. “what?” junmyeon lets out in a breathy laugh, “nothing.” you shake your head back, letting your heart swell even more.

you copy junmyeon’s actions when he lies back on the blanket, eyes scanning the star lit sky. and you let him pull you close when he wraps an arm around your shoulder confidently.

“so, do you still hate men?” junmyeon’s head tilts with an almost cheeky grin, fingers playing with yours. you let out a breathy chuckle before shaking your head softly, “you’re an exception. the perfect one at that.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #404

“death doesn’t answer when i cried for help”

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I'd be fucking devastated. It wouldn't feel real. Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? A few things. I'm still on that high of my APAP mask working, like I'm actually getting some fucking quality sleep, and I think I'm noticing the effects of my TMS therapy finally, too. My PTSD has most notably been much more bearable, and my interests are beginning to spread again. Do you want someone dead? No. Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? I mean yeah, I think that's pretty normal, even for someone without my issues. Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? Oh, many times. What is something you tend to worry about? My health and future. What is something you do that is unhealthy? Sit at the computer for way too long. I'm absolutely certain my vision is as poor as it is partially because of me endlessly staring at screens. What is something you do that is good for you? I'm not afraid to prioritize my mental health. What last caused you to force a smile? I was watching a Mark video for the first time in a while and was just reminded of how much I love and appreciate that moron. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Because you said "video" game, I guess I'll exclude computer ones, in which case I'm pretty sure it was Silent Hill 2. Given it's one of my all-time favorite games, of course I think it's fun. It's one hell of an emotional ride. What is something not many people know about you? The fact I was a dancer for many years would probably surprise people once they have a good idea of me and what I like. What word describes your basic style? Lazy, honestly. I dress for comfort, and given that's usually just pj pants and a tank top... yeah, I don't put much effort into my clothing when I'm going most places. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? She kinda beat around the bush, but yes. Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? On more than one occasion. If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? Well, I did OD once, but on the other occasions, it was the fear of the unknown that deterred me. Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Omg no, thank god. I would NOT handle that well. Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? I didn't know 'til a survey question asked it that there are people who don't brush their tongue when brushing their teeth. Like holy shit dude, there are SO many germs on your tongue, clean that shit. Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? Ummmm the nearest that comes to mind is I guess taking my meds? I mean I do that every single day, but it's still a healthy choice for me. The motivation was because I am very serious about doing what I can for my mental wellbeing. What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? I really can't think of something for the first half of the question, but I can tell you that right now I'm attempting to force a routine of applying a therapy technique called "opposite action" into my daily life, where you, well, do the exact opposite of what your depression tells you to not do. It is WAY harder than it sounds, but I'm doing it with reading 30 minutes a day! Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? Not to my recollection, no. Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? The last novel I finished, yes. It wasn't central to the plot. Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? No, except in therapy when different therapists wanted me to experiment with it during a session. They just don't work for me. Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Yeah. Those are the one I'm especially self-conscious about. there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Watching movies or TV. Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? A makeover would be nice... Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? OKAY SO I actually have seen this custom-made once long after deciding I wanted it, but it was RIDICULOUSLY expensive. There's a location in the Silent Hill games called Heaven's Night, and I'd love love LOVE to commission someone to duplicate the neon pink sign of it to hang in my room. Hopefully one day I could still do it. Who makes you smile the most? Probably my cat, honestly. What piercings do you want/have? I've talked about the piercings I have, but I'll talk about those I want. My #1 is absolutely collarbone dermals, but as I've explained a billion times, I want to lose weight so the bones are more prominent for the sake of contrast; you can't really see my collarbones now, so I just think it'd look pretty dumb and random to just have random piercings somewhere around there with no dimension. I also want way more in my ears, dermals in my back dimples also once I've lost weight, my right nostril for the dozenth time (but this time I'll wear a hoop), and while I'd absolutely adore an undereye microdermal as well, it'd be pointless with glasses. :/ What's your favorite website? KM is my pride and joy and really feels like my online home, so despite using sites like YouTube more, that 'ole RP site has to be my fave. Do you own a fish tank with fish? No. I had fish bowls (AWFUL idea) as a kid, but never tanks Do you like the movie 300? Never seen it. Do you pop your knuckles? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I absolutely hate the sound. It makes me cringe and shiver. Do you have Photoshop? Yes. It comes in the Adobe CC photography bundle I have. Do you use tinypic or photobucket? I used Photobucket back in the day. Now I just upload to imgur. What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? You're talking to someone who adores classic rock/metal, haha. How about the 1990s? There are way too many songs to choose from. Have you won anything recently? No. How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Never. What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? There was a poor fawn as roadkill on the highway recently. :/ Are you always available or online? Preeeetty much. Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? I can eat whatever. Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Steel. I'm allergic to silver, and I think steel is more subtle than gold. Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? No. If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I do it at a salon. If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? If they had a good reason, no. Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? As a kid I did because I thought Mom was meaner to me than my siblings, lol. What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? ........... This question is a setup lmfao. Have you ever grown a berry bush? No. Have you done something new to your hair recently? No. It's been the same for quite a while. I wanna dye it badly. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I'm diagnosed with generalized and social anxiety, so yeah. I take Klonopin once and day and Ativan as needed for attacks. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? HA, the first thing to come to mind was being noticed by Mark by making a viral (in the community, anyway) gif of he and his doggy. I shit you not, I couldn't sleep for three days lmfao. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? That I gained fucking seven pounds in two months at my last doctor appointment. I wanted to scream. How often do you have late nights out? Never. I'm a homebody. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No. It would absolutely make me less productive. If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? Cool with a nice breeze, mostly clear skies, crisp air... That'd be nice right now. Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? I say it all the time: finish decorating my room. It's funny, because I KNOW I'll feel more at home and cozy with my bedroom more personalized. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity. The ending was... a lot. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? Not that I can think of. .-. I hope I can achieve some... Have you ever had food poisoning? No, thank God. What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah. Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Maybe? Idk. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, in some instances. Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? Yes, when I was around 12. And I let it happen. It's one of my biggest regrets. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Of course it is. Emotional abuse can cut just as deep as some physical blows, or even deeper. Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? No. Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm actually not into TLoZ. Do you own a rosary? I did as a kid growing up in a Catholic Sunday school. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I had no loved ones in my life and no sign of things getting better, I'm honestly preeetty sure I'd end my life.

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 18

Chapter title: Two Ways Home

A/n:  WE ARE BACK IN THE COURTROOM BBY!!! I lovE IT. And them I did it btw! I did the kiss ™ t-the one in the snow?? Yes, that one because it melts my heart ahahah the irony. Anyway, they are baby and I love them and would die for them. Ughhh I hope you enjoy I know how bad this is but I love writing so hopefully idk?? leave me some comments!! I'm a mess sorry

oh god they're moving too fast arent they..sihiawdhiw i always do this

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words: 4034

summary: The gang returns to court!

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, tickling mention

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“You're late” Virgil huffs opening the door, Roman presses forward, an apologetic smile falls upon his face. “Come on princey” He says, taking the judges hand leading him into the house. “Go help Dee pick a movie, I need to finish up a few things and then ill make some snacks,” Virgil says trying to go, leaving Roman but the judge isn't that easily shooed.

“Woah slow down...Virge, is everything ok?” He takes his hand gently, Virgil turns to him matching the steady beat of Roman's heart, he nods. “Ok, I'll go help with the movie and you?” He squeezes the detective's hand “Take a breather” Virgil does just that simultaneously resisting the urge to lean forward and connect their lips. What is wrong with me?

“He's waiting” Virgil cocks his head towards the coach, Roman nods smirking, his nose scrunching quickly. He scans Virgil once more before feeling it safe to retreat to the couch, a small figure already enveloped in a mountain of blankets lays. Damian quickly scrambles to a more conscious state as his small eyes fall upon Roman.

“RoRo!” He squeals jumping into the judge's arms. Ignoring the slight pain that seizes his body he hugs back, embracing the child he holds so dearly. “I missed you!” He pulls away still clinging to Roman's neck. Roman smiles at him, unable to allow his shiny pearls to gleam. He's just so happy. The little boy wriggles impatiently in his arms, playing with Romans more than fluffy hair, it bounces under Damian's touch.

“I missed you too niño!” Roman assures, ruffling the younger boy's hair. He laughs falling back onto the couch, he grabs the remote handing it happily to Roman, he wriggles comfortable in his blanket cuddling up to Roman. “What's the mood for tonight?” He wonders opening up Netflix on TV, Damian shrugs, his eyes entranced.

“Christmas!” He exclaims throwing his hands in the air, missing Romans face by an inch “It's snowing!” He marvels looking towards the window, indeed it was. It fell slowly but it seemed the November air had cooled away as the light breeze of winter took its place, ready to cover the world in a soft layer of possibility.  He could see it, he hadn't meant to but his mind was not his own. The image of squealing laughter as he raced down a snowy hill, Damian in front of him holding on for dear life.

“It is Dee!” Virgil affirms, he stands over the couch his hand ruffling Damian's hair. The little boy crawls up on his father, Virgil situating him on his shoulder taking him to the window. Damian places his hand across the frosted glass, astonished laughter as it chills him. Roman stands to join them, Damian waves to the unknown hoping a shimmer of something might greet him back. Someone, something out there will grant his ever so silent hopes.

“Bye-bye snow,” He says, his fists closing quickly as he waves goodbye. Roman chuckles allowing Virgil to swift past him, landing on the couch. Damian snuggles once more under his mountain of blankets allowing the warm pressure to calm him. Roman sits next to them handing the remote to Virgil, giving him full control. He takes it his hands tracing the buttons carefully, the bumpy exterior awakening him.

“Thanks,” He says, he looks to Damian who watches the blank screen with intent “What are we watching buddy?” Damian shrugs fully morphing into his father, clearly seeking an adoring hold from the man. Virgil allows him now checking on Roman. “Any requests?”

“How about ‘Elf’?” Roman suggests, Virgil watches him hesitant “Its a classic! You just gotta...believe” He teases, Damian cheers clapping his hands together. Virgil shakes his head knowing that what the child wished the child gets.

“Elf! Elf!” He chants, Roman points towards him looking at Virgil. He groans finding the movie quickly. It starts slowly and Roman has trouble focusing, the soft hum of the radiator, the awfully quick noises from Damian as he reacts to everything. It feels more natural as they get into it, clearly, Virgil had a long day. On multiple occasions, his head would fall slightly onto Roman's shoulder before jerking awake. Roman didn't mind, he even encouraged it once when it was maybe too much.

“Virge, rest, I've got Dee” Roman whispers, Virgil blinks at the reflection of the movie playing. He sniffled nodding, Roman pushes his head carefully onto his shoulder letting him warm up to the judge. Virgil was asleep in minute, steady breathing as his chest would rise. The movie finished quickly and it seemed the Tormine family was fast asleep. Damian had clearly been consumed by his mountain of blankets and snored sweetly. Virgil had clutched to Roman his presence soft on the judge. Oh, woe is Roman as he stirs the detective awake, his soft face bubbling as his eyes adjust to the outside world. “Sorry just...the movies over and..” He pushes Virgil's ruffled hair away from his eyes. “Thought you might want to sleep in your own bed” Virgil yawns nodding, he struggles to get up but soon enough is waddling away, Roman laughs watching him go. He wraps Damian up his arms watching as Virgil returns.

“I forgot my son” He mumbles, Roman stifles a wheeze placing Damian gently in Virgil's arms. “Thanks,” He says, Roman nods their eyes meet. The tired storm behind Virgil's eyes intriguing the fading flame in Romans. “Thanks for…” He starts slowly, getting closer to Roman's mouth. “Tonight” He whispers meeting Roman's lips, their eyes closing in unison. A little groan from Damian pulling them apart. “See you tomorrow Ro” Virgil says disappearing into his room

“See you...tomorrow,” He says, the tickling sensation upon his lips leaving a satisfactory mark. “Virgil” He muses, he collects his things making as little noise as possible. Closing the door behind him, the silent night falls on him only increasing the volume of his thoughts.

This has to be a dream

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“We are back in the courtroom” Patton taps his desk excitedly, the echo ringing through the room. He shuffles through his papers a familiar buzz in his heart as the door opens behind him, the urge to turn his head watch who enters overwhelming him. Hoping, almost praying its a certain lawyer. His urges win however as he watches Logan diligently speaking to Reeve as he makes his way down the aisle, the young intern frantically taking notes. He blushes as if a teenager once more focusing back towards the empty witness stand, feeling a light brush of air while Logan walks by, taking his place on the opposite end of the courtroom.

“Your client” Patton smiles at George as Virgil and Remy lead him in, tight hold on his constraints of a prison. They take him to his end of the desk, handcuffing him to the table. He's silent as he moves, little to do about anything as the world moves on without him. It almost makes Patton sad to watch, and harder to read.

“Thanks, guys,” He says, a light squeeze to Virgil's arm as he passes, receiving a lingering feeling as the detective walks away. Virgil watches him for a moment but retreats to his chair.

“Mr.Hart?” Patton looks up smiling at a young intern watching him expectantly. “Mr.Tolentino wanted me to let you-

“You can just call him Logan,” Patton says, his smile remains placated. Reeve fidgets uncomfortably but nods as he continues on.

“Um...Logan just wanted to let you know that he is going forward with calling Annie to the stand.” Patton bites his cheek but nods, his smile fades staying resolved. “He has also decided to call Brandon to the stand, and he was wondering whether you were calling Carlton” Reeve finishes feeling as if the words were not his own. Patton shakes his head softly, he looks to Logan who seems to be buried in mountains of work, he hides a disappointed pout.

“Yes...I'm sorry Brandon? Brandon Hoff?” Patton checks, looking back to where two children sit where their mother, all sadly eyeing George. Reeve nods, Patton takes a deep breath but stretches a pursed smile. “Great thanks Reeve,” He says, the intern scurries away, himself betrayed by his words. He doesn't agree with Logan's methods but he is a good lawyer...but Patton is too. He re-focuses taking a seat next to Logan. Soon the trial begins and Patton is instructed to call his first witness.

“The defense call detective Carlton to the stand” Patton calls, feeling as discouraged as before. He avoids looking to Logan, knowing the usual hopeful glance the pair shares wouldn't be returned today. Once he's sworn in Patton begins, knowing his intuition could fail him he simply prays. Prays that Carlton, that everything he's built this case on...won't fall apart. Please, don't let this man be guilty. “Detective Carlton, you were recently discovered at a hostage scene correct?”

“Objection! Leading the witness” Logan declares, he barely grazes Patton with his eyes, the man's stomach sinks. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about this right now, but...had he done something wrong? Had he shattered everything he had ever built up, his friendship? His trust? Was all of it...the kiss, out of pity?

“Patton?” Roman whispers, Patton jerks back realizing his own condition.

“Detective” He starts, he looks to an unfazed Logan, right there deciding he knows his path. “Do you know this man?” He points to George, a moment of hesitation before the witness sucks in a sharp breath.

“I've never seen that man before” He admits, Patton smirks “In my entire life” He adds, Patton nods satisfied as a tiny groan, ever so slightly escapes Logan's mouth. Check and mate, mister Tolentino. His next move may be deemed risky, and Roman certainly won't enjoy it and yet…

“I want to submit that detective Carlton be admitted as an expert witness” He requests, the room falls silent. Logan, surprisingly, is the first to move. He stands abrupt from his chair and points towards Patton.

“Absolutely not your honor! The man is convicted felon!” He claims, Patton cocks his head, his smirk returning.

“Exactly the reason I propose this, not only is he a convicted felon but one who has admittedly worked with the so-called ‘Alphabet Murderer’. Which means that unless he perjures himself, he knows more than most. More than say...Brandon or Annie Hoff” Patton explains, Roman cant find a rebuttal.

“That's ridiculous” Logan huffs looking to Roman for confirmation “Your honor?”

“Let it be known to the court and jury, detective Carlton is now an expert witness” Roman bangs his gavel, a rush of excitement as it passes through him. Logan glares, his nostrils flaring as he resits himself. Patton wears a triumphant smirk turning back to Carlton. “Watch yourself, detective, one wrong move…” Roman threatens, as his job. Virgil can't help but feel a sense of pride. The judge doesn't get enough credit.

“Thank you, your honor” Patton sighs “Carlton, has mister Hoff ever contacted you or attempted to?” The detective laughs shaking his head, he scans Geroge.

“Him? Please...if he was the murderer, you would know” Carlton scoffs, instantly clutching his throat. Almost surprised by his own words.

“Do you know who the alphabet murderer is?” Patton inquires, the entire room leans forward allowing themselves to dangle at his anticipation

“Absolutely” Carlton grins, Patton digs his nails deep into his palms, stopping just before the skin breaks blood. “Haley Bloomington” He seethes, Virgil and Remy share a look, both with the same idea.

“As in the precinct captain?” So much more happens in Patton's mind, everything falls into place, he feels lightheaded. He looks to Logan, a helpful plea is administered, a stab to the heart as Logan...ignores him.

“That's the one” The one? The one who Patton took all his complaints about Liam to? The one who Patton pleaded, begged for help? All these years-

No, focus.

“Thank you, no further questions,” Patton says “I also suggest that we hold on cross-examination until further notice,” He says before retreating to his seat. Roman watches but nods.

“Court adjourned,” He says in a practical whisper. The jury clears out in whispered murmurs, each giving a look towards Patton as they move through. Patton says a quick goodbye to George as the detectives lead him away, shuffling his papers. He feels the room around him gain quiet until two quick feet make their way out and its just him and Logan. He refuses to look towards him, a mixing bowl of emotions, not sure which recipe to follow.

“Patton” Logan stands at the desk now, across from Patton. The lawyer turns, his brows in a knitted furrow, he tries to scowl but instead places a worried pout.

“Oh, now you-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me on Friday?” Logan wonders, his hands fidgeting carefully behind his back. Patton softens, oh…

“Yes, absolutely” He whispers, Logan purses his lips bouncing on his heel. He nods before carefully leaving the room, the door closing behind him. Patton presses his file against his chest, trying very hard not to swoon. “Yes...absolutely” He repeats, just for himself.

~~~

“And why is that?” Logan wonders straightening his bowtie, he tilts his head as the mirror reflects his image.

“Because this is Patton's first date in almost a million years,” Virgil says from the couch, his position quite extravagant. Roman chuckles from the ground as he plays with Virgil's hanging hair. “This night is for him, I mean seriously...the last person he went out with was-

“Liam” Logan breathes, his strict posture falls as he watches the sky fade. The outer world becomes less prominent as he loses himself in his own mind. Virgil hops from the couch and takes his stance in front of the lawyer, he slaps his hands away instead taking Logan's lopsided bowtie into his own hands, fixing it. The Friday night of the neighborhood dim.  

“Exactly” Virgil pats his chest once he's done, Logan moves onto his hair suddenly feeling his confidence drain with him. He wasn't sure what he was doing, Patton assured him everything was fine but that couldn't be true could it? And that's not what he deserves, if Logan could he would summon a plane to Europe right now. Seat himself first class with Patton by his side, his eyes marveling-

“But isn't a date about two people? About both of us?” Logan genuinely requests. Coming down from dream.

“Not this one dude. This is for Pat” Roman says drumming his fingers in the air. “Sorry, but it just isn't about you tonight.” Roman shrugs, Logan dusts himself off choosing to heed their words, he shows off his outfit carefully. “Two thumbs up from me. Love the vest” Roman compliments

“It looks great” Virgil nods, he fixes one strand of hair before squeezing Logan's shoulders gently. “It'll be great, just...make it great ok? For him?” That's all I wanted to do

“Mmhm” he hums going towards his watch, placing it slinked on his wrist. One more check in the mirror before gathering his coat and things. He wishes he had a bag to carry with him, his phone rings out. “Don't want to be late” he mumbles to himself, he turns to his friends. “Good?” He checks

“Perfect,” They say in unison.

“Perfect!” Patton says in his home, feeling as though time just wasn't enough. “It has to be perfect Em!” He says gathering his keys. “Logan probably thinks me a fool, this is simply to amuse his own ideas” he sighs sadly, knowing how deep this fear runs.

“Surely you don't believe that Pat!” Emile exclaims sitting in front of the couch watching as the twins play in front of him. “You've been friends forever! And Logan asked you, and seemed more than excited to go with you”

“Ugh, I don't know anymore. I mean Em...what am I doing?”

“Going on a date...doi” Remy reminds returning from the bathroom. Patton rolls his eyes playfully.

“Thank you captain obvious!” Patton jokes, Remy blows him a kiss, receiving a swat from Emile. ‘No I mean...what am I doing? I don't have time for this, I have kids...a full-time job. I don't have time or space for heartbreak” He sighs resigned, leaning over the couch.

“Now who says it's going to be heartbreak, Patton?” Emile says as Valerie presents her latest creation. She makes her way to Patton showing him all the same, he picks her up smiling brightly.

“Beautiful Val” He commends, kissing her softly on the forehead as he releases her back to play. She joins her brother Remus in his quest to save the world in lego form. “Ugh, maybe I shouldn't go...so I got caught up with the children or something,” Patton says wistfully, the twin gleam at the idea. The bounce up rushing to their father, enveloping his legs in their tiny arms.

“Papa! You have to go! Mister Logan loves you!” Valerie squeals, Patton blushes picking her up, he boops her nose to which she recoils giggling. Remus jumps around him, poking him gently.

“You have to! Then! Then! Mister Logan can teach me new words!” He claims, Patton laughs picking up Remus next. Emile watches happily, Remy takes his place next to his partner. Remus points to them “Look! Look! Rem and Em will take care of us!” He claims, Patton nods.

“You heard thing two,” Remy says, Patton smirks “We got them Pat” The lawyer smiles gratefully as he hands one of the twins to each of them. He moves to his room finishing up the cleaning as he moves around, wanting the room to be clean for when he returns, to drown himself in his embarrassments. He turns to find the mirror showing him his reflection, had he always looked so tired?

“Hey you,” He says, maybe only slightly joking. “You're going on a date!” He points his fingers wagging. “Oh god, what am I doing?” Patton sighs rubbing his forehead. “You can do this” He laughs, an actual laugh, it's bright. He might be losing his mind, but he plants himself. “Ok Patton, look at you. You've got this, you...deserve this. Well no...you definitely don't-” He groans turning away “Just cancel Pat,” He says his hands shaking over the phone, he just wants it to go well. To see Logan smile, just as he deserves, he wants him happy should that be too much?

“Patton! There's a car in your driveway!” Remy calls from the living room. Well, now or never. He takes his coat and gloves from the stand, walking out. He gives the children two quick kisses on the head before a deep breath reigns him in. His hand circles the cold knob, twisting as he steps into the timid air. Logan steps out of the car, double-taking as he sees Patton in his doorway.

“Oh! I was coming to-” He stops, his eyes trace Patton. “You look...wow” He smiles, Pattons night is made. Just that small twitch of the lip as it moves upwards.

“Well, you look-” Don't make it weird, don't make it weird “Amazing”

Crap

“Thank you” He nods extending his hand, Patton steps into the snow taking it.

Well, here we go.

~~~

“Oh my!” Patton laughs, his hand meeting Logans across the table. “Did he actually?” He checks allowing Logan to comfortably fiddle with his hand. Logan nods affirming his story, the room lights with the candles that float.

“I kid you not, he fell asleep” Logan recalls, Pattons smile only grows. “The case was just that boring I suppose, it really is a Roman thing to do” Logan guesses, Patton takes a sip of his water. Logan does the same with his wine, trying subtlety to get it down.

“Only Roman” Patton smiles, the waiter stops by delivering their desserts to mark a night of love-filled happiness. A successful dinner thus far. “Mmm tiramisu” Patton digs in, his eating gracefully as the sweet dessert tickles his upper mouth.

“I do enjoy a simple chocolate cake,” Logan says himself as he takes a delectable bite of his food. He pushes the plate slightly towards Patton. “Would you care for a bite?” He offers, Patton pulls the fork from his mouth, a lopsided smile.

“Of course” He tries, a sweet but bitter taste befalls his mouth. “Care for a bite of mine” Logan takes it, trying not to cringe inwards. It's not bad, just incredibly sweet, made to Italian perfection but not his style. “Too sweet?”

“Just like you” He retorts, a coy smile spreads as Patton blushes his eyes darting quickly to suddenly very interesting candle.  “Sorry” He shakes his head, Patton giggles.

“Don't be, thank you,” He says finishing his dessert. Logan quickly does the same, and somehow once the check has been paid the pair make their way outside. The chilly air only growing in cold, Pattons not sure why but he interlaces his arms with Logan, the lawyer blushing excited when Patton does so.

“Are you having a good time?” Logan checks for what seems like the fifth time tonight, Patton stops him taking his shoulders.

“Ok, you've asked that a lot tonight. Is everything ok?” Patton wonders, the taller man adjusts his glasses. “Lo…” Patton moans softly, wishing to return the fun that logan has gifted him that night.

“I just want this to go well for you” Logan replies, his throat growing hoarse. Patton chuckles his breath visible in the air.

“Logan” He starts so carefully, in a way that Logan wishes his name should only be uttered by Patton. “This isn't just about me. You know that right? We should both be enjoying this night, god I hope you are” He jokes, his voice shaky. “I want you to have a good time, and if you aren't that's ok-”

“I am” Logan confirms, his interruption causing a sweet smile upon Patton.

“Well good, I am too” He bounces taking Logan's hand “Where to next?” He asks looking up to Logan. The lawyer looks back at him. He turns Patton towards him studying his face, under the snow Patton practically glistens. The snow begins to fall softly, coating the brim of their glasses, they laugh looking up.  “Snow reason to end the night now” Patton teases.

“Really?” Logan groans, an amused smile failing him. Patton giggles falling into Logan's chest softly. The warmth that spreads around him is something that overtakes him. Patton recoils a bit holding to Logan's scarf, twirling it gently. Logan places his hand under Patton's chin as he leans in meeting their lips. Patton returns the soft gesture still clutching to his scarf, his gloves wrapping further around it. A careful click as they pull apart, Patton's undeniable smile as he meets Logan's eyes. He laughs as the snow falls directly onto the lawyer's nose taking his glove to wipe it away. Logan fails to resist the urge to giggle as the wool tickles him.

“Oho…” Patton smirks “Logan Tolentino...are you ticklish?” Patton checks, Logan laughs away, turning his face away. “Oh my! You are!” Patton claims

“Please don't tell Roman” Logan begs “I don't want to know what he would do with that information” Patton giggles delighted imagining the judge locked into battle with a very flustered Logan.

“That's alright, I can find other ways to get you flustered” Patton leans in kissing Logan once more, not sure how long he's waited to that so casually. As if second nature.

“Ways...that I don't mind” Logan nods, Patton rolls his eyes playfully as they continue their trek through the snow, closing the door on a night that can only be described as perfect. Because it truly was, the evening had been something of a new experience for both of them. Patton had never felt so safe in someone elses arms as they played with his fingers, Logan had never felt so invested, so truly passionate.

They were…

In the most professional sense...

In love

[sakuya123draws]

for the end of year meme: 1, 8, 10, 14, 20 !! Please and thank you!

OH MAH GOD IT’S LATE!!! (I am so sorry @nalufever I finally got around to answering asks and I’m starting with the most recent ones!! It’s appropriate as they are for the “End of the year” meme I reblogged!)

 Anyways, without further ado, let’s answer these lovely questions~! >w

1. First things first, did you have a good year?

A: Well, I guess that is the first thing to ask when jumping from one year to the other! ^_^ If I’m being honest the year started out really bad. Lots of family problems, stress from college and my horrible relationship was weighing me down and draining me of my energy. I never want to blame anything on anyone, but I was in a dysfunctional relationship with someone and I finally got out of it around April. It’s a long story, but I don’t feel like dwelling on that stuff. I’m stronger now! (I mean I “hope” so ^ ^;) I was happy that I got in the honours roll for my first year which gave me entry to showing my artwork to judges at the college I got to! It was an amazing experience and I made some cool friends along the way! It’s a small class, but we’re like a family. :D As for my actual family, I lost my grandma…She was an inspiration to me and even today I will always show my appreciation for my grandparents! Other than that, my family had gotten better and we can finally understand each other a bit more when it comes to communication which is always a plus!! :3 Even on here with Tumblr being who it is, I still have lots of friends that didn’t leave and I’m happy to see they are better from last year! In short, (cause you can see THIS is a paragraph xD) I think the year was wishy-washy! It was all over the place, but it made up for it at the end to be called “good”. ^v^

8. Which fashion trends did you hate?

(I thought of him when I thought of the word fashion xD Don’t kill me, I LOVE Max

A: Even though my mom is a lady who lives by fashion, I can’t say I know the styles of 2018! ;w; I looked up a source (well you know Vogue and all that jazz :/) to base my opinion on. I only think this would be easier if I could say what I “loved”, but it’s a hate one so gotta be mean xD lol. I mean I never “hate” anything, so I’m gonna give it a shot. 

One thing I don’t like about fashion trends if I’m being frank is that it’s usually clothes on the runway. Many styles I see based on Vogue’s source are styles I can’t see the everyday person wearing. Personally, I wouldn’t wear half of those designs outside. That’s just me. My sense of style is a hybrid of my mom’s fashion she wears/sells, 80′s-90′s fashions and cutesy outfits. (that I think I’d look bad in ;w;) I’m gonna give a small bullet point list. (I know I always say small xD)

 Arty Impressions - This was the first one on the article I read. From what I can gather it’s fashion with famous works printed on it. (Artworks, for example, Andy Warhol’s, screenprints) I mean I can see the connection, but for me wearing something with a reproduced art piece is hard for me to personally wear. LIke it has to be done like how T-shirts have a design in the middle or small embellishments on it to make me wear it. The example I saw is fun and creative, but for me, I couldn’t see myself liking/wearing those pieces. It depends. 5/10? I guess xD

Plastic/see-through material - This honestly has been a reoccurring style that I have seen. It’s become more prominent now according to last year’s trends. I can’t stand the “see-through” look. I don’t know what it is, but it’s just too awkward to wear outside. LIke people will defend that you can wear what you want, but for ME and ME Only, I can’t wear those kinds of stuff. I would feel very scared/concerned with how I look. (Even to myself) If you don’t know what I am referring to, I mean like that umbrella looking material. (I’ve added the source in the paragraph above for this question! ^_^)

Geometric/Flannel Print - I can never see myself liking the flannel scene. For pyjamas, no problem! To wear outside, I can’t bring myself to do that. You can see me in an old sweater, but flannel I don’t think any of my friends have seen me in that xD I just can’t say it’s aesthetically pleasing to me. I have a problem liking this style. Maybe I will when I get older, but as I’m young and creative I see myself wearing clothes for the young generation! :P (my mom says that anyways xD lol) The clothes that make you feel like partying, even though you don’t go outside like me xD lol 

As much as I love talking about fashion, I think I would bore everyone with my opinions. xD (You’re definitely not here for these are you? xD If so, thank you) 

10. What song sums up this year for you?

A: I don’t have a definite answer, but I went through a lot of things. Many times I wanted to be in a dream world…Like to escape everything. All the pain and depression. I still feel that way, but in 2018 it was WAY worse. This song I originally heard in Silent Hill: Downpour (A GAME I LOVE ;w;) was a song I thought of when I see this question. I think it’s a great song! sad, but I’d recommend it. The singer’s voice is lovely. It invokes so many emotions in me ;w; (I’ll give a youtube link) 

Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere

14. Favorite new TV show?

(I HAD to make it this guy >w

WARNING: HUGE ANSWER BELOW!

A: Well, as you may know, I don’t watch many shows anymore. I mostly play video games, but for the sake of this amazing question, I’ll say what anime(s) I did enjoy last year! I don’t think I’ve ever loved an anime as much as I love Gintama. It’s really funny because I originally “disliked” Gintama. It was a naive thing for the young me to have said at the time. I judged the show so harshly after seeing anime (IMO) being shat on with the usual themes and scenes I ALWAYS see. I began to give up on anime as a whole. My story starts when I was pissed at my brother telling me, “Gintama is amazing Tash, trust me you’ll regret hating it.” I answered with my normal response of, “ sure Ja, you ALWAYS say that. How will this be any different?” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…Well, it’s too late now for present-day me. My brother showed me all the “humorous” parts first. (I honestly felt like he tricked me, but the show really starts that way xD) Anyways, we eventually watched a few episodes and I told him I didn’t understand the humour. (it’s honestly hard to get into if you’re not open-minded or don’t understand the comedy Sorachi uses) Until he decided to hit me with his ace, “The Shinsengumi Crisis Arc”. All I can say is, a different side of me was born. I started to see what a show could truly offer if it was done right, the way I wanted to see it. It’s hard to explain, but without Gintama’s sad/inspirational/happy/stupid/clever story writing/arcs I don’t think I would have ever gotten through 2018. I haven’t finished the episodes as of its recent update, but I really learned a lot from the show. I want to give a HUGE shoutout to Sorachi for writing this masterpiece and I would 10000% recommend it to ANYONE! It’s a show that changed my views on people’s situations and lives. I think all the arcs are amazingly written and so far I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of it! It really got me in the feels. I can honestly say that if you can’t feel after seeing an arc in Gintama, you haven’t felt. It’s that amazing! (Then AGAIN, it’s an opinion not everyone will sadly share xD) Also, I am really enjoying Bleach! I’m sad at how it ended in terms of what things happened and I honestly hope Kubo will be ok. I loved his episodes and the earliest ones really touched my heart like Gintama. He’s also really great at making me cry every episode! :P

(GOD SORRY FOR THE ESSAY AND STUPID STORY LINES xD I’m sorry I can’t add a RM for this b/c then everything under can’t be seen like the other answers ;w;) 

20. Did you develop a new obsession?

Well…YES! Many obsessions!! The real question is which is the one that I obsess over the most? Well I’ll put some bullet points to hopefully make it smaller xD

First of all, I don’t want to say it but I’ve taken a “liking” (what an understatement lol) to Gin Ichimaru from Bleach~! >////

I think everyone knows, but I have an obsession with cute/pink/pretty stuff. (Can it be called that?) I just LOVE pastel colours or pinks/blues/purples. Those kinds of soft colours you see in Hello Kitty toys or Fairy Kei/Kawaii merch (if I’m correct xD) I just have a HUGE soft spot for childhood stuff! I literally still act like a kid xD lol I don’t think I’ll be growing up anytime soon haha xD lol I just love to collect them! :) 

Vaporwave I guess has become a new obsession and old art styles of the past! I just can’t stop being in awe at those marble statues! The curvature and bodies are so magnificent! >w

So many different art styles that are brought to this world! :D This is the truth! I absolutely love most styles I see on here and whenever I encounter them! >w

Other than that, I don’t think I have any other obsessions I know about :P Sorry, I’m super boring xD That’s the art student life lol (only me guys xD dw)

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR MESSAGING ME AND SENDING THIS AMAZING ASK YOU AWESOME PERSON!!! @nalufever I am so happy to have gotten something from you and I hope you’ve had a great Christmas and Happy New Year, friend!! I hope you stay happy and healthy this year!! All the best to you! Thank so much once again for taking the time :)

If anyone else is interested, you can send me something as well~!

Take care from me and Happy New Years everyone!!!

Saku~!

[my-last-anywhere]

Humble Beginnings - TW

Author: @my-last-anywhere

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall (mentioned), Supernatural!OC, OC’s Mother

Word Count: 2709

Dedication/Author’s Note: This is dedicated to @writingsbychlo because she gave me the courage to write this fic a long time ago. A/N: I wrote a TW fic in 2016 with an old friend that I eventually posted. However, that person and I aren’t friends anymore and so I rebooted the fic starting from Season One of TW in my own image which Chloe gave me the courage to do also! I’m thinking of posting it in it’s entirety soon to like fanfiction.net or something. Please give me feedback and let me know what you think! 

Jada’s P.O.V.

It’s Sunday night. First day of sophomore year is tomorrow and I am..excited. Yeah I mean I’m going to try out for dance, Scott and Stiles will hopefully make first line, and we’ll be slightly less unknown to the general population of Beacon High.  Or at least known enough to get invited to a party, I’ve never been to a party. My phone dinged and pulled me out of my thoughts. Ah, speak of the devils - well one of them.

Troublemaker🙄: JADA! Are you awake?

Yes Stiles

Troublemaker🙄: GOOD. Cause I’m downstairs

Dude it’s like 10 at night we have school tomorrow my guy

Troublemaker🙄: there’s a dead body in the wooooods

Im putting on my shoes.

“So exactly how good is it?” I said once I got in the jeep.

“Let’s just say it’s the best thing to hit Beacon Hills in awhile.” He smiled.

“I thought I was the best thing to hit Beacon Hills in awhile.”

“A close second at best.”

“Woooow,” I said and he laughed. “Just drive the car, Stiles.”

“Hey text Scott for me would you?” Stiles said as he put the car in drive. “Let him know we’re rescuing him from boredom.”

As we drove I texted Scott but he didn’t answer of course because he’s either asleep or overthinking about lacrosse. Or both, which is entirely possible. We pulled up to Scott’s house and the light was on in his room but he still wasn’t answering either of our texts.

“I know he’s up there.” I said.

“Maybe he’s sleep?” Stiles offered.

“Nah,” I replied. “And even if he is, he’s gotta wake his ass up. I have an idea.”

While Stiles climbed up on the house I found tiny pebbles and threw them at Scott’s window. I also rustled a few leaves for good measure. I saw the light to his room go off and then I hid behind a bush with my phone. The front door opened and I had a to cover my mouth so I didn’t laugh out loud at the sight before me. Scott McCall scared, with a baseball bat.

I signaled to Stiles and then he dropped down causing both him and Scott to scream. I couldn’t take it anymore and fell down from behind the bush laughing. Scott looked from me to Stiles and then started yelling.

“Stiles what the hell are you doing!”

“You weren’t answering your phone!” Stiles yelled back defensively. “Why do you have a bat!”

“That’s a good question,” I dusted the leaves off my jeans. “Why do you have a bat?”

“I thought you were a predator or something!”

“A predator? You know what that’s not important. Listen, I saw my dad leave like twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called and they’re bringing in every officer from Beacon department and even state police.” Stiles said.

“For what?”

“There’s a body in the woods!” I jumped up and down. “Two joggers found it!”

“A dead body?” Scott’s ears perked up.

“No,” Stiles said as he jumped down from the roof. “A body of water. Yes dumbass, it’s a dead body!”

“So like murder?” Scott said.

“No one knows yet. All they know is that it was a girl and she was probably in her twenties.” Stiles explained.

“Tell him the best part.” I smiled.

“Is there a best part? If they already have the body then what are they looking for?” Scott looked at me.

“They only found half.” Stiles and I said in unison.

“Holy shit are you serious?”

“Yes!” I said. “And we’re going to everyone in the Jeep.”

On the way there we argued over which of us could find the body first, this of course went on for several minutes before I had to remind them that we’re the three musketeers for a reason and we’ll find the body together. They rolled their eyes at me but agreed nonetheless.

As well pulled up to the Preserve I could see Scott getting uneasy. “Are we really doing this?” He asked as we all got out of the car.

“Yes!” I grabbed his shoulders. “It’s gonna be awesome.”

“Besides,” Stiles said as he clicked on his flashlight. “You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens around here.”

“Yeah but I was trying to get a good night sleep in before practice tomorrow.” Scott said as we started to walk through the woods.

“Right,” Stiles laughed. “Cause sitting on the benches is such a grueling effort.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” I hit him. “You guys could get off the bench this year!”

“You’re cute,” he smiled at me.

“I’m serious!”

“She has a point you know,” Scott said. “We’re playing this year. In fact, I’m gonna make first line.”

“You know what, I admire the optimism.” Stiles said.

“Really?”

“Yes! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He smiled at us.

“You’re such an asshole,” I laughed.

“Moving on,” Scott said. “Out of curiosity, do you know what half of the body we’re actually looking for?”

“You know what, I didn't even think about that.” Stiles replied. “But hey, that’s the fun part!”

“Okay, well what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles said.

“You didn’t really think this through did you?”

“Not really.”

“Both of you are just, tragic.” I shook my head at them.

We walked in silence for awhile until we came up to a steep incline. Scott and Stiles went up first and then they helped me up. We were all winded by the time we were all standing and the cool end-of-summer air wasn’t helping the sharp intakes of breath we were all having.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight huh?” Scott exasperated as he took a hit from his inhaler.

Stiles ignored him and continued walking. I shrugged at Scott and then the two of us followed closely behind. I looked up at the moon and saw that it was full, full and absolutely beautiful. Especially on a clear night like this one. Bumping into something hard pulls me from my fixation. When I looked up I saw that I had bumped into Scott’s back. Before I could ask what the hold up was, Stiles yanked us both down. I was just about to yell at him before I saw the twinkle of other flashlights followed by police and police dogs.

Before I could acknowledge that this was probably not our best idea, Stiles bolted up and took off around the array of flashlights. Scott and I whisper yelled his name but he either didn’t hear us or ignored us because he kept going. I rolled my eyes and then we both got up and chased after him. I, a little faster than Scott who kept taking hits from his inhaler. I caught up to Stiles and was about to grab his arm when the sound of a dog barking and a light being flashed in our face caught us off guard. We fell to the ground screaming and holding onto each other.

“Oh my god please don’t kill us!” I screamed. “We’re sorry, we’ll leave! I’m only fifteen! Oh my god, Stiles this is all your fault!”

“We’re about to die and those are your last words to me, really!” He screamed back.

Only after hearing a distinctive voice did we realize we were not going to murdered. At least, not in the literal sense. “Hang on!” Sheriff Stilinski yelled. “These little delinquents belong to me.”  

The officer rolled his eyes and pulled the dog away from us and then looked at us with a very, very disappointed face. “Hi, Sheriff Stilinski.” I looked down at my shoes.

“Dad,” Stiles said sheepishly.

“So,” he started. “Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?”

“No,” Stiles answered. “Not the boring ones.” I hit him in the arm and he looked at me. “What, Jada?”

Sheriff Stilinski sighed and then laughed. “Where’s the other part of the three musketeers?”

“Who Scott? Oh he’s at home. We tried to get him to come but he stayed like the good kid he is.” Stiles said.

“Yep,” I nodded. “That’s exactly where he is. He said he wanted to get a good night of sleep before the first day of school tomorrow. It’s just me and Stiles. We should really follow in his example, huh?”

“Mhm,” Stilinski smiled at me before he started pointing his flashlight. “Scott are you out there!”

I silently prayed Scott would just stay wherever he was hiding. Stilinski called his name again but he thankfully didn’t answer. He sighed and then turned his attention toward me, “Jada does your Mom know you’re out here?”

“Technically, no.” I smiled. “She’s working a double with Melissa and it would be super awesome if you didn’t call her.”  

“Alright how about this,” He smiled as he put his arms around the two of us. “I’m gonna walk the two of you back to the Jeep. Stiles, you are gonna take Jada and Scott home because I know he’s around her somewhere, and then you and I are gonna have a little talk about invasion of privacy, okay?”

“Okay.” Stiles and I grumbled.

After Stiles dropped me off I texted Scott and told him to tell me when he got home and then subsequently passed out. When I woke up the next morning I was full of energy and excitement, I mean it was the first day of sophomore year! I jumped out of bed and got dressed. I did my makeup, made sure my hair looked good, took several selfies and then headed downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen to find my Mom leaning against the counter eating cereal. A matching bowl was waiting for me. “Good morning!” I said before I got a giant spoon full.

“Morning,” She smiled. “Are you excited for the first day?” When I nodded she kept talking. “You know, Sheriff Stilinski called me this morning.”

“Okay before you get mad, it was a last minute thing! And it was a dead body! Plus you know how hard it is for me to say no to my best friends.” I said.

“Your best friends as in plural or just Stiles? Cause you say no to Scott all the time.”

“Really, Mama?”

“I’m just saying you should tell him you have a crush on him.”

“No!” I said a little too loudly and a tiny gust of wind went through kitchen. “Oops, sorry. But no, you and Scott need to let it go. I’ll tell him when I’m ready, which will be never as to not upset the delicate balance of our trifecta.”

“The wind you just sent through the house says otherwise, Jada.”

I ignored her and scarfed down whatever was left of my cereal. “It’s fine, Mama. Everything is under control.”

“Uh huh,” She said as she put both of our bowls in the sink. “Let’s keep it that way,” She handed me my backpack and grabbed her keys.

We were halfway to school when she brought up the wind, or rather the cause of the wind today. “I know you already said you wouldn’t but do not use magic to help Scott or Stiles at lacrosse practice today.”

“I won’t,” I grumbled. “But when can I tell them I’m a witch? It’s literally one of the only secrets I’ve ever kept from them.”

“Soon.” She squeezed my hand. “You have good control but you still have a few slip ups like this morning, your powers are in a direct line with your emotions.”

“I know.”

“You just have to make sure you’re the one controlling the magic not the other way around, okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled as we pulled up to the school. “Thanks, Mama.”

“Of course,” she said. “Oh I see the knuckleheads.” I climbed out of the car and shut the door. She rolled down the window and blew me a kiss, “Have a good day! Remember what I said and remember I want a full report at the end of the day!”

I caught up to Stiles and Scott just as Scott was lifting his shirt to reveal a giant piece of gauze on his side. “What the hell happened!” I screamed.

“My thoughts exactly,” Stile said.

“It was too dark to see anything but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.” Scott explained.

“A wolf?” I said. “Is that why you didn’t answer my text about when you got home?”

“Yeah,” Scott said as he put his shirt back down. “I was slightly preoccupied.”

“Nope, sorry, there’s no chance a wolf bit you.” Stiles said as we started walking into school.

“And how would you know?” Scott looked at him. “I heard the wolf howl.”

“No you didn’t,” Stiles responded.

“I know what I heard.”

“Well then you heard wrong because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not for like at least sixty years.”

“Ah, well then if you don’t believe me about the wolves then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the other half of the body last night.” Scott smiled.

Stiles and I stopped walking and whipped around. “Holy shit, you didn’t!” I said.

“Dude I wish,” Scott said. “I’m gonna have nightmares for at least a month.”

“Nightmares! You should’ve taken a picture, I would have loved to see that!”

“Exactly!” Stiles said. “I mean this is the best thing that’s happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin.” I felt a pang of sadness when he said that, I mean I know he has a crush on Lydia but I was hoping maybe he would have one on me too.

Lydia was walking in our direction and Stiles smiled. “Hey Lydia,” he started but she kept walking. “You look like you’re gonna ignore me.”

Scott and I laughed, although mine was forced and Stiles rolled his eyes at us. “This is your fault, you know.”

“How is this our fault?” Scott said.

“Well it’s not Jada’s fault she’s awesome but you Scott, completely bringing us down with the nerdiness. We are nerds by association. You have scarlet nerded us.”

“We’re nerds anyway,” I rolled my eyes as we walked inside the school. “In case you forgot Stiles you and I literally spent roughly two and half days watching all the Harry Potter and Star Wars movies not even a month ago.”

“That is completely beside the point,” Stiles smiled at me.

“Is it, though?”

After that we went our separate ways before class. Stiles’ locker is on the other end of the hallway from Scott and mine which subsequently are right next to each other this year. I was taking all my books out of my locker for the week, leaving only the one I needed for our first class, when Scott slammed his locker shut.

“What!” I yelled. “Geez why are you slamming your locker like that?”

“Because you need to tell Stiles how you feel about him!”

“Keep your voice down!” I shut my locker and swung my backpack back on my shoulder. “You want the whole school to find out!”

“The whole school does know! The only people who don’t know how you feel about Stiles are you and Stiles.”

“Excuse me?”

“You like him more then you let on! Your eyes do this weird sparkle thing plus you looked like someone punched you in the stomach when he mentioned Lydia.”

“I’ll tell him when I’m good and ready okay?” Scott sighed and rolled his eyes at my comment which in turn made me skeptical. “You’re not gonna tell him are you?”

“No, God!” Scott looked at me. “I would have to sedate you if I did. I’m just saying, we’ve been the three musketeers since third grade and nothings gonna change that. Not even the two of you being together. When you get over that fear I’ll be right here.”

“Worst best friend ever,” I rolled my eyes as we walked into class.

“Love you too,” He laughed as we sat in our seats waiting for Stiles and then the teacher to arrive.

[whats-a-queen-without-a-king]

This is set A for the rings Gil-Bronze Harry-silver Uma-Gold

Harry got his from his father. It was the only thing he gave him even if it was when he was drunk off his ass on rum. It’s means a lot to him. It was from that day forward that he knew he was going to be a pirate for sure.

He twists it when he’s is ever stressed,nervous or irritated. The cool feel and weight of it helps him keep his head when Uma and gil aren’t around or Uma is in the middle of talking and he just doesn’t like the way the other person is looking at her or what they are saying. He trust his captain has a plan and he doesn’t want to ruin it knowing Uma will get pissed.

Harry finds Umas one day while causing havoc with them. When he saw it he knew it was meant for his Captain. He quickly swiped it before anyone could notice and hid it in his coat. Later on that same day he came to Uma quarters not an odd occurrence but Uma knew something was off for how much he was twirling his ring and shifting his weight. She finally asked after a few more minutes of this ,“Harry what’s wrong.” Her voice soft yet firmed worried that something serious has happened like they lost some of their territory. Finally Harry looks up at her. Umas breath gets caught in her throat. She can see so much nervousness and dread but also something else something warm in his eyes. Harry breaths and slowly walks over to Uma. She sitting down in front of her broken drawer with an spilt mirror.

Harry goes down to his knees and present to her the ring. He quickly states,“ Now before you say anything this is not a proposal.” He sees a little bit of hurt flash in her eyes. He quickly continues stumbling over his words a bit,“ Not not that I wou- wouldn’t want to marry you. You’re the longest friends I’ve ever had and you have been with me through it all but but” As he’s saying this Uma face starts to heat up luckily Harry’s trying his best to look anywhere but her at the moment. Speeding the ring in his palm periodically hoping it’s cool touch will ground him enough so he can get the damn words out. Leave it to Uma to be one of the only people to make harry hook stutter. And stumble over his speech.

Uma wrapped her hands around Harry face and everything comes into focus as he looks into her eyes. “Harry breath” With that he let’s out a great bring breath and takes another one in. Uma gives him a small smile,“Better” Harry nods and continues more smoothly,“ I know we can’t marry here and this is the next best thing. You are my captain and the longest friend I’ve had here and I wanted you to have something to remind you that you that I will always be with you.” Uma gets up and gently takes the ring from Harry s hands. He stays on his knees before her looking at her in awe. She let’s out a chuckle and murmurs perfect fit under her breath. She looks down at Harry with a smirk on her face. Uma bumps his chin,“ What a thoughtful first mate I have” she lightly teases. Then her face turns serious ,“ Thank you Harry”

Harry look intensely in her eyes and kisses her ring, “We ride with the tide.” His voice so small yet so loud as if he said it right into her ear.

Uma can’t wear it at first as to not make it so obvious that harry or one of her crew mates gave it to her and show enemies a weakness. To remind her during this time period and beyond of his words he kisses the place where the ring would reside and the ring itself. To others it’s just Harry being Harry when the ring isn’t there and next to show his fierce loyalty to her when she does.

Gil notices their matching rings almost immediately and is devastated by the fact. He didn’t smile as much much and wasn’t as peppy usual. He tries to hide it but it’s useless Harry and Uma soon notice that their second mate is down in the dumps. They’ve been worried about him for a couple of weeks kind of hoping that he will come back to the chip shop one day their sunshine boy again but he just seemed to be getting sadder and sadder. Everything connects when Uma caught him looking at their rings one day at the chip shop with broken expression on his face.

When she tells Harry, he can’t believe that his gilly would think they don’t love him, that they are leaving him behind. That day Uma and Harry go out on a mission to find a ring for their boy.

It took a week but they finally found it hidden amongst a bunch of trinkets in a bowl. The light reflected off the bronze coating onto Harry’s hook entering Uma vision. When she went to look at see what’s temporarily blinded her she knew this was gils ring. She all but jumps to the bowl and retrieves the prized ring to show their boy that they cared for him just as much as they do each other. Harry looks at the ring and smiles thoughts matching his captains.

When the vender starts to protest Harry is already at his throat with a smile on his face a growl in his chest. “You got something you wanna say laddie” The vender face pales at the sharp cool hook at his throat and shakes his head as stiffly as he could, to not slice his own throat by accident. Uma has already put the ring away and is watching the scene unfold impatiently wanting to present the ring to Gil as fast as possible. Picturing his broken expression makes her stomach twist in ways that she wishes will never happen again. Uma grabs Harry’s shoulder and says , “Harry let’s go we have more important things to deal with” With the command set Harry gives the vendor one last vicious smile and leaves right behind his captain. The every present mad dog of the queen.

They enter the chip shop hoping to find Gil amongst their crew as always and there he was ever present in the back whittling at a piece of wood lazily as if no inspiration would hit him. This saddens Uma and Harry further. Their eyes connect as Uma palms the ring in her pocket. They knew this would fix their boy and remind him that he belongs to them just as much as they belong to him. Uma marches up to Gil and slides beside him smoothly and starts playing with his hair. Gil immediately melts. Harry gets on the table, “ Listen up lads and lassies” he smirks and winks to the crowd, “ The captain has something to say.” Everything became quiet as their gazes shifted to Uma still playing will Gils hair. The expression of bliss on his tan face became ever stronger. Looking as if he wishes this moment would never end. Uma laughs quietly in his ear. “that’s mean you to Gil” Gil eyes slowly opened and gazed up at Uma still a bit hazy but ears ever present. God how he’s missed her voice and laugh. It’s been so long.

Satisfied she starts,“ Now listen me and my first would like to announce that Gil legume Son of Gaston is ours.” She takes out the bronze ring and gives to Harry who is now on the other side of Gil arm around letting his heat wrap around him silently sinking into it, while glaring at anyone who dares to object his captians words. Of course no one did the crew expecting this to happen eventually and the others to scared to utter a word. Harry then takes the ring and with a smile tilted just a bit too much to the crowd. “ This ring states our claim you touch or even think of going near him you’ll find out my father and sister are the last people you need to be afraid of in the hook family.” Harry’s eyes flashed a deep maddening red to make his point clear that if anyone even goes near Gil they would have a manic Harry on their hands and they wouldn’t make it out alive. Uma looked even worse if that could be said her glare made most want to run for the hills and if not they knew of her skill with a sword and wouldn’t dare to challenge it just for a blonde with blue eyes.

Uma expression softens as she looks back at Gil. He has a look of such happiness and gratitude on his face as he looks between them. A watery response comes out his mouth,“ I thought you forgot about me. I can’t believe it you guys care about me” Harry face immediately whips to Gil upon hearing those watery words. His and Uma expressions turn bitter sweet. Harry lifts his hook to gil cheek, “ Now now we could never forget about you gilly never.” Uma was next take it his chin and rearing his face to look at hers in a voice as low as whisper, “ We will always care about you Gil. You are apart of our crew you are family and we protect family never forget that.” Her grip tightened slightly to emphasizes her point and hopefully in grain those words in his mind so they would never leave him. She lets out a breath and looks at harry. Then loosens her grip on his chin,“ Gil we care for you a lot and this ring means that we will never forget about you. That we are not a crew without you.” Uma takes hold of his hand while Harry slips the ring. Again perfect fit Uma smiles at that.

Harry looks at the crowd again and holds up Gil arm. Uma and Harry say in unison, “ he ours now”. And they all laugh. Everyone nods and goes about their business making sure not to let their gaze rest on the lost revenges captians companion too long. Finally they look back at Gil eyes locking with his, “ We ride with the tide”

And that’s the take of these rings wonderful isn’t it. I’m very proud of myself

Hope you guys like it and remember to vote. 💓💓

@queendohertyplayfair And @daughterofgaston

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Hello everyone!! We had so much fun at the convention, and got to meet everyone we wanted to, we also said hi again to a few people that we saw last year! But now it’s back to the real world. My best moments were with Drew Powell, Ron Perlman (actually all the Sons Of Anarchy people were amazing), Neal McDonough and Jeffery Dean Morgan (of course)! I can post play by plays later if anyone is interested in reading about it!

Anyway, here is the newest episode of Cuba v DR! There will be three episodes today, since I missed the one last night! Also, I’ll be updating translations as soon as I can!

EPISODE 8

You stood when you saw Nevada pull up. It took you a minute to get up but eventually (and with a little luck on your side) you did. When you finally got outside and into the passenger seat, he smiled over at you.

“How was lunch?” he asked, pulling out into the street again.

“Amazing,” you turned to wave back at Jameson who winked and blew you a playful kiss. “How was the day with the boys?”

“Fine, we've got Los Dragones from Inwood with us. Now we just gotta work on Fort George next. The more crew we have aligned with us, the better when we go after Los Tiburones,” he answered.

You smiled and nodded, rubbing a hand up his thigh. “I missed you today,” you whispered.

He looked at you from his peripheral vision for a moment, smiling a little at you.

“I’ve only been away from you a couple of hours,” he mused softly.

You bit your lip and nodded remembering how last time he'd told you that you were being a little clingy. You looked down at your hands in your lap, and that seemed to just make him slightly uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I missed you, too,” he said, stopping at a red light. “Where are we going?” he asked, looking over to you.

You shrugged, “I'm just gonna head home, I think. Get some rest before the kids get home,” you smiled at him softly.

“Okay,” he replied, turning towards the apartment. “I’m gonna go to Sugar Hill, meet up with the jefe there,” he added.

“Oh...okay,” you nodded slowly as he pulled out to the apartment and got out of the car.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you smiled and kiss his cheek. “I guess I'll see you later…”

“Mami, I’ll be home in a little while, right now I gotta go to work,” he replied softly.

“Yeah I know,” you smiled and nodded. “Be safe, I'm gonna go lay down, my back is killing me.”

“Okay, I’ll home for dinner, okay?” he replied, leaning towards you for a kiss.

You nod and kiss his lips softly, before turning away and heading inside. He could tell you were upset, but he couldn’t figure out why, and he sighed softly, turning the car around and driving to the neighborhood just below theirs.

Rafael sighed in relief; he’d been preparing his notes for the trial that was set to begin tomorrow and he was finally done. Leaning back on the couch in the his office for a moment, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to massage the slight discomfort in his eyes from reading all day. A knock on his door prompted him to look up and he smiled softly when Carmen poked her head inside.

“You busy?”

“No, I just finished preparing for our case tomorrow, I’m just taking a break before I start working on that lecture. You can take off if you want,” he answered.

“Okay, thanks. Um...also Emmy’s here. She brought coffee,” she replied. His face fell and he took a deep breath, nodding his head as he let the air out.

“Let her in,” he answered. “I’ll see you tomorrow, get home safely.”

Emmy walked in with a smile, “Hey, I was thinking we could have a coffee together? Chat about our days?” She bit her lip waiting expectantly.

He let out a soft breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in and smiled politely at her.

“Sure,” he replied, moving some files off of the seat beside him and patting the cushion. “Have a seat,” he added.

He was trying so hard not to notice how beautiful she looked with her nose reddened from the cold outside and tried to put a respectable distance between them.

“How’s your dad doing?” he asked.

“He's okay,” she said softly, taking a seat and smiling as she passed him his coffee. “How's your day going…?” She mused softly.

“Busy. I had two bail hearings this morning, just finished prepping for a trial that starts tomorrow, and I have to put together a lecture.” She gave him an inquisitive look. “I’m giving a guest lecture at NYU in three weeks to a law class as a favor for a colleague. Rita Calhoun, you met her a few times,” he replied softly. He could smell her perfume, and swallowed softly. It had always been his favorite, and part of him almost wanted to think that maybe she’d worn it on purpose.

She smiled as she listened, “That sounds fascinating,” you sipped her coffee and giggled. “Anything new in your life..? Any new ladies?”

He frowned a little, taking a sip from the coffee she’d brought him.

“I’m not dating anyone,” he answered softly, looking up at her. “I can’t quite seem to get over you enough to really start a new relationship. Not anything real anyway. So, no...not really,” he added. “How about you?”

“Not at the moment, my full focus is on my dad right now,” she said honestly. She sipped more of her drink and smiled, looking around the office. “You...got a new stapler...cool.”

“Yeah, I accidently broke the other one,” he mumbled. Why was suddenly so difficult for them to just talk? “How is being back at St. Vincent's?” he asked.

“It's actually a little dull,” she admitted, “Boston was very busy, St. Vincent's is almost...quiet in comparison.”

“Oh?” he mused, nodding his head gently. He sighed after a moment of silence. “Emmy...look, I appreciate you bringing me coffee but...I can’t sit and pretend that I don’t want to be more than friends with you. I want you back, I want to try again...those are my intentions, and I just need to make that very clear.”

“Okay,” she said softly, she moved over to him, leaning in and kissing him. He was surprised by the kiss and whimpered softly when she pulled away. “Okay,” she whispered again.

“Okay...we can try again?” he asked hopefully, the corner of his mouth curling upward.

“A date,” she said softly. “We can try a date.”

“Okay,” he whispered, smiling softly at her. “How about tomorrow night? Around six?”

“Okay,” she nodded with a smile and stood. “I'll see you tomorrow then.”

He stood after her, setting his coffee on the coffee table and walking her to the door. Once there he tentatively leaned towards her in hopes of another kiss.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek and smiled. “Bye.” She said before turning and heading out.

He frowned a little at her abrupt departure and sighed. At least he would be able to spend more time with her tomorrow night, and that thought put a smile back on his face. Going back to his seat on the couch, he started to work on the lecture for Calhoun’s class.

Nevada came home later than he said he would. Things had gone great in Sugar Hill, and the jefe there, whom he’d been aligned with for years, had invited him out for a drink. One drink turned into two, which turned into three, after the fifth, they finally parted ways. He’d called earlier, but you hadn’t answered and he figured you must’ve been in the shower or sleeping.

“Dama? You awake?” he asked softly, coming into the bedroom and taking his leather jacket off, tossing it on the chair in the corner before he started pulling off the rest of his clothes.

You didn't answer, sinking beneath the water in the bathtub to drown him out for a few moments. You needed silence.

He looked over and noticed the light on in the master bathroom, moving inside, he stood in front of the tub as naked as the day he was born, and waited for you to come up for air.

You came back up after a long moment, looking up at him, “hey,” you nod softly.

“Hola, mami,” he replied, smiling a little. “Give me some room to get in,” he added softly.

You scoot over for him, making room and he got in behind you, pulling you back against him and kissing you cheek.

“Sorry, I’m late. Josiah wanted to get a drink, catch up. So I went with him. I tried to call, but you didn’t answer. I figured maybe you were busy with the kids or something,” he said softly as one hand slid up and down your arm.

“It's fine, I know you had a lot to do today,” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

“How was the rest of your day?” he asked, dropping soft kisses on your shoulder while his fingertips trailed up your thigh.

“Very uneventful,” you said softly, shrugging him off slightly. “I'm really not in the mood baby,” you said apologetically. He groaned softly, frowning a bit and nodding his head.

“Okay,” he replied. “You talk to Lily about our parent/teacher thing?” he asked, moving his hands to massage your shoulders gently.

“Yeah,” you nodded and closed your eyes as you felt tears run down your cheeks.

Coño, he didn't even say anything, why are you crying now?

You wiped your cheek, staying silent so he couldn't see you crying. He furrowed his brows a little, hands ceasing their movements.

“Mami, what’s wrong?”

You turned, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed. “It's been a long day,” you cried. “Our toddler says ‘suck stick,’ these twins are killing my back, I feel fat, and stupid and do you know why I'm still in the bath? Cause I can't get out!”

You cried even harder, hysterical sobs, you usually didn't get this upset. He chuckled a little at your last sentence, rubbing over your belly. Yes you cried at things but not like this. You were crying so hard you had to gasp for air, babies kicking against your stomach, hitting you uncomfortably.

“Just give me a break for two seconds!” You screamed at your stomach, falling back into a mess against him. “I hate them.”

“Oye, don’t yell at them,” he said softly, continuing to rub over your belly. “You’re not fat, boba, you’re pregnant,” he added softly. “You want me to help you out of the tub? You can go lay down for a while.”

He kissed your cheek softly, dropping another on your forehead.

You shook your head, tangling your fingers in you hair and giving it a slight tug as you shut your eyes and cried. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came from him as you cried in his arms. He wasn’t laughing at you, he was just unsure as to what he could do to help and figured trying to make you laugh instead of cry.

“Dama, it’s okay, don’t cry,” he said softly through chuckles. He kissed your forehead again, hand still rubbing over your belly. “Mira look, they’re doing the alien in the egg, mira,” he said pointing to your belly as one of the twins stretched until there was a visible bump on your belly. “Look they’re trying to get out, mira,” he teased. “Mami, stop crying, we just want to relax in here until you crap us out.” He mimicked the voices of the twins.

You look down at your belly and glare, “I hate you,” you whisper to it. “I hate you both.” You wanted sleep, you hadn't slept in days, you want your body back, you wanted your hormones gone, you wanted rest.

“Oye, come on…” he pleaded with you, turning his face to look down at you. “Let’s get you out of the tub, and into bed,” he added, moving to stand up from behind you and stepping out of the tub. He reached out to you.

You let him help you out of the tub, walking dripping went to the bedroom. He followed with a towel, draping it over you and dry off your skin before he grabbed one of his undershirts and put it on you, smiling at the way the shirt rode up to just barely covering your feminine parts. Bending at the waist, he planted two kissed on your belly and towel dried your hair before he helped you into bed. Squatting beside you, he stroked your hair away from your face.

“Get some sleep, baby, you’ll feel better tomorrow,” he said softly, kissing your forehead and getting up to move back towards the bathroom.

“Please don't go…” you whispered as you sat up, reaching out to him.

He looked back at you and pointed to the bathroom.

“I’m just gonna go drop a load, and then I’ll come to bed,” he replied. “It’ll take me...fifteen minutes,” he added.

“I'd rather you fucked me,” you whispered.

“I don’t wanna fuck you when you’re not in the mood for it,” he answered, shaking his head. “It’s okay that you’re not in the mood, mami, I’ll just go take care of business and be right back.”

You bit your lip but nodded, taking a deep breath as you tried to lie on your side and get comfortable. He went into the bathroom, and drained the tub, using the time to bring himself to life as he turned on the shower, stepping inside. Closing his eyes, he moved deliberately to stroke himself, letting soft grunts escape him.

You texted with Jameson, trying to properly describe how overwhelmed you felt. Thinking back to who you were in college, compared to who you've become you felt silly. It was insane that Jameson said you still looked gorgeous. He was sweet for lying though…

Nevada stroked himself faster, biting his bottom lip until finally he unloaded onto the shower floor. Moving his hand gradually slower, he rinsed himself off, panting as he quickly washed himself and got out of the shower. Once he was dry, he walked back into the bedroom to find you giggling as you looked down at your phone. He furrowed his brows a little, and smirked, happy to see you smiling again. Getting into bed next to you, he moved to lay wet kisses on your neck, blocking your view of your phone screen.

You smiled and tilted so he had better access, giggling at the feeling of each kiss. When your phone buzzed you picked it up again and snorted a laugh.

“Oye, tu esposo wants to snuggle and touch you in naughty places. Who the hell is more important than that?” he asked softly, dragging the edges of his teeth over you shoulder.

You moaned and giggled, “papi, I thought you just got yourself off,” you texted back and set your phone on the bedside, kissing him and snuggling close.

“I did, but I still wanna snuggle,” he answered, hands moving over your belly as your phone buzzed again, and he lifted his head to look at it. “Chica quién es ese?” he asked, a little annoyed at the interruption.

“It's just Jameson,” you waved it off, “I'll answer him later.”

Smirking a little, he pulled you closer and kissed you as his hand slipped under your tshirt. He hummed against your mouth, tongue coming out to greet yours. Your phone buzzed again and you both ignored it, his lips still moving over yours while he reached down to touch lower. Just before he fingers were met with your clit, your phone buzzed a third time, and he growled softly, rolling onto his back.

“A mi no gusta este Jameson. What the hell kind of name is Jameson anyway, fucking pendejo,” he mused in a smirk.

“Be nice,” you smiled and picked up the phone, “hello? Hey, sorry I was talking with my husband” You giggled, “yes I have a husband!”

Nevada arched a brow but said nothing as he closed his eyes, ears still perky to hear the conversation.

You smiled, “yeah I had a good time, the bad day was after I saw you...I dunno Honey, I've just been a mess lately. I cried so hard today on my husband…”

“Well you should have let me be there, you could have cried on me, wouldn't be the first time,” Jameson teased. “Relax, stop trying to be superwoman and just be a regular mom. You're amazing, funny, you've always been the smartest person in the room and you're smoking hot even with two buns in the over. Jesus, you got every man in Manhattan sporting a semi.”

You giggled with a broad grin and cuddled closer to Nevada. “You're so full of shit.”

He furrowed his brows over his closed eyes, a little unsettled with the playful tone in your voice, and the fact that you’d called this guy ‘honey’. But remembering how he’d almost cause you to miscarry with how he’d reacted over Troy, he kept his cool, controlling his breathing and keep his body from tensing up.

“Do you want me to come pick you up? We can go see a movie. I can be your safety blanket,” he teased.

“Not tonight,” you snuggled against Nevada. “I got my safety blanket right here,” you whispered. “I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

You hung up and turned your phone off, tossing it across the room as you snuggled against him. Immediately he relaxed and draped an arm around you, turning his face to rest against your forehead.

You tilted up to kiss him, smiling and nipping his bottom lip. “You're my happy place, ya know. My best friend, my husband, the love of my life.”

There was silence for a moment as he smirked before he mumbled slowly, “Coño, mami, que clase de paquette.”

You giggled, “you want me to leave this bed?” You teased before snuggling closer as you hummed excitedly. You ran your hands over his torso and kissed him slowly. “Now about touching my naughty places…”

The next morning Rafael knocked on Izzy’s door in his usual fashion, calling out, “Cafè?” to her as he always did.

Izzy yawned, opening the door and looking at Rafael, taking the coffee before closing it in his face. He snorted, rolling his eyes and going back into the kitchen to finish his own coffee before he called out to Izzy again.

“I’m leaving!” he bellowed, setting his empty mug in the sink. “I’m court till noon, and don’t forget I’m going to dinner with Emmy tonight, so just worry about your dinner, okay?”

“Okay, love you!” She called back sleepily, yawning as she nudged the girl next to her when the door slammed. “Cleo,” she yawned. “Dude you're hogging the covers.”