#i am in misery -cal

[roseofdarkness0]

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". . .'

Sluuuuuuuuuuurp

"Louisiana oh my god I will murder you"

"I thought you were agnostic?"

"AND I THOUGHT YOH WOULDNT BE DUMB ENOUGH TO START FIRE IN THE HOUSE IN STATE KNOWN FOR WILDFIRES"

"Well that's on you and I'm horribly offended you thought I wouldn't try to bake those cookies as fast as possible"

"He ain' wrong sha"

"Louisiana I swear I will-"

"Excuse me, is this your house?"

All three states stopped their bickering to look at the firefighter that approached with troubled look on his face. Hysterically, California recognised the 118 on red background of the helmet and prayed to all that could have mercy on him that LA wasn't working dispatch today.

They will be in deeper shit with Gov anyway and he wasn't looking forward to adding teasing on top of that.

Louisiana clearing his throat and Florida not so gentle nudge paused him back to the reality, blushing he cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yes that's our shared house, we have other roommates and such-but anyway, how bad is the damage?" Cal asked with hesitation clear in their voice.

"Well good news is that damage was swiftly contained just to the kitchen and parts of living room"

"But?"

"But, it is concerning that despite the sprinklers being installed, they didn't go off nor did the smoke alarm"

"Oh! I know why!" Florida spoke brightly which made even Loui a tad uneasy and Cal hoped for the earth to split open and swallow him whole, "I took the batteries out and messed with the system!"

"Mai sha!"

"I-what?"

"Flo!!!! Why???"

"It made shrilling noises when I tried to do open flame roast gator tail! And sprinklers only killed whatever fire I had going!" Florida huffed and pouted as he kicked some rocks away "and it was supposed to be nice surprise dinner for Loui!"

"Aww-"

"No!!! Not aww!!!! We have designated backyard area for stuff like this for a reason! And I know you you use it! Real reason Flo!" Cal glared at Florida, nostrils flaring in anger.

"..... Fine, late night booze making with few others which. When we were burning some of the flavours into alcohol the smoke detector would go off but we didn't want Gov on our asses so I messed with it"

"Of course you di-" Capitan interrupted Cal incoming rant and brought them back on to topic at hand.

"... Right that was very informative but I'm afraid I might need to get LAPD involved. At least to confirm that it was just cookies this time aaand if there was some alcohol making, then we'll, I sure hope it was for fuel" Captain gave them a smile and wink.

Louisiana chuckled at that whilst Florida did full body cackle.

"Like a true Minne¹! I like you funny man!'

"Wh-how did you-"

"HEY CAP!"

Group was once again startled by arrival of another firefighter who immediately got 'Cap' attention telling and pointing to something which gave the three states time to assess the situation and how to bullshit it to Gov.

Louisiana was content to just let Cal worry about all of that whilst he made sure that Florida wouldn't run off to bother one of his alligators² that arrived to the scene in the cop car which made the captain leave to greet them when their original distractor made... well, even bigger distraction.

"I knew I recognised your voices!" The man with strange birthmark over one of his eyes exclaimed triumphantly whilst pointing wildly at them. "I saw you two at some of the bars I bartender when I was in Louisiana and Florida!" Which, not like they could dispute it or anything cause he and Florida would be too drunk to remember anyway. "And you! I helped you" the young man pointed wildly at confused California "I helped you hitchhike away from your arson case! And that body over cliff burning! Man you gotta spill how you did that!"

Cal gaped, Florida froze, then gasped dramatically at Cal and Louisiana just raised his eyebrows at the new titbit of information they just received.

"uh well-"

"FLORIDA WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"COOKIES!!!"

Well then, time to face the music-

"IN THE NAME OF ALL THATS HOLY WHY?!"

"BECAUSE SONIC!!!"

"WHAT?!"

"oH!!!! AND AND!!!" Florida pounced on Gov, nearly making them both tumble to the ground. "Cal may be a murderer! So we need more celebratory cookies!!!"

"W H A T ?!!!"

Or maybe he should just go to the nearest drive through for daiquiri

Florida: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

California: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Louisiana: FLOOR IT!!

Florida: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

California: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Florida: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Louisiana: DO IT!

California: NO-

[basilone]

Hurricane + talisman for someone in MOTA? Juno xx

"For someone in MotA" wound up being "for Bucky Egan, because reasons". I, too, am apparently not entirely immune to the Bucky girlies propaganda (affectionate). 😂

hurricane / talisman

“Oh, shoot.”

George harrrumphs as another bright splash of yellow paint makes its way onto her boots. Sets the can down on the scrap of tarp that’s already been ruined by worse marks than this. Throws the paint brush down beside it for good measure before raking a hand through her hair. It’s always the same thing. Can’t do a paint job on a plane without mucking up her boots, her pant legs, and her fingernails.

Still, it looks all right. The desolate peeling paint has been scrapped. The nose looks fresher than it has in at least a month. Even the metal replacement doesn’t look like a total waste. Push had been real worried about adding the new plating, citing a welding issue that Ken had indeed cussed at, but it seems to work out fine from where George is standing.

The yellow lettering makes it, if she does say so herself. George digs around in her pocket for a handkerchief that hasn’t yet seen an absurd amount of grease. Comes up empty – really, she’s always running out of these even worse than the Clubmobile girls are – and heaves a sigh before rubbing her hands on the already yellow-spattered part of her uniform.

“Helluva name you got going there, Campbell!”

George is absolutely, totally, one hundred percent, forever going to deny the fact that she jumped at least a foot into the air at the unexpected shout. In fact, she’s not even really letting on to her startlement – that one rather loud “sweet Jesus!”-squeak hardly counts – and she’s perfectly collected about this.

“Major,” she acknowledges, once her heart stops beating a whole drumline of misery. Cranes her neck to peer around him at a surprisingly empty tarmac. “Someone steal your jeep, sir?”

Major Egan – Bucky, call me Bucky – rocks back on his feet as though she’s taken a shot at him and won a prize. “It’s nice out,” he says, as if his sunglasses and his huge grin didn’t already inform her of that. “Thought I’d walk, inspect the place.”

“Well, not a whole lot to see out here,” she says, “except a rather pristine paint job and some gun supplies Push needs to take a look at later. Things are quiet right now, sir. New shipment in a week’s gonna change that.”

“Your handiwork? The paint?”

George shoves her hands into her pockets. “Lettering, sure. Rest of it is Darlene’s.”

“Hurricane Harlot,” he declares, laughter spilling into his voice. “Whose idea was that?”

She shrugs. Glances sideways to find that his grin has impossibly broadened at the sight of Darlene’s rather apt painting of a lady seated atop a hurricane. “Not sure. I know it wasn’t Tiny – she just about died having to say the name out loud the other day – but could be anyone else from that crowd with the idea and I’d believe it, sir.” Her own money’s on Val, who’s tacky and shameless by her own admission, or Max, who will pipe up with a joke that’s got a whole table laughing in no time. “Jules okayed it and she’s the one flying this baby, so.”

“Group effort,” he says, sounding wiser than she’d ordinarily have given him credit for.

His own hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his flight jacket. It seems too warm for this time of year – the sun’s just about beating down today, making George pause for a drink that much sooner – but she knows better than to try and separate a pilot from his jacket. Even a pilot like him, who’s currently making do as an Air Exec and jumping out of his skin because of it, would balk at having to remove it for anything.

“All things are, sir. Group effort, I mean,” clarifies George, craning her neck a little to peer up at him. “They’re doing all right, these girls. And the new shipment coming in from Greenland sounded good, too.”

That earns her a loud laugh and a crinkled grin that’s not about to leave his face any time soon. “I’ll tell Buck you called him a shipment, Campbell. He’s gonna love it.”

Buck, of course, is what she’s going to need to call Major Cleven once the man’s actually over here being forced to live up to the rather tall tales Major Egan’s been chanting about him everywhere on base. George almost feels like she knows him – the straight man to Major Egan’s joking demeanor, the calm centered in the eye of Major Egan’s storm – and she’s got no doubt it’s going to cost her a moment before she can call him Major without thinking of Buck.

“–itch the sirs, Campbell.”

George blinks. “Sir?”

“You can ditch the sirs, Campbell.” He’s already moving again, hands roaming over the beat-up metal plating they took off the plane, glancing back at her as if to make sure she’s following him like a little duckling. “Makes me feel old!” And Bucky Egan doesn’t like to feel old, or so she knows from all the singing and dancing they say he’s been doing around these parts since he got here. “Who’d you say the gun supplies were for?”

“Push. Perrault”– she clarifies, seeing him frown –“the flight engineer?”

“About this high,” he asks, indicating something slightly lower than his own shoulder, “big scowl on her face, refuses to call me Bucky, bossier than the Colonel himself?”

George’s lips twitch. “Sounds like her, sir.”

His answer’s all groan and almost-headache in its loudness. “Campbell…!”

“Sounds like her, Bucky.”

“Thank you,” he says to her correction, even though she damn near felt like stumbling over the name. “What’s Perry gonna do with these? What even is this?”

“Oh! That’s where that got to!”

“Where what got to?” His bemused tone rises in pitch ever so slightly when she snatches the small trinkets off the pile of retracting slides. “Campbell, wha–”

“It’s George, actually, sir. Bunch of Campbells on this base”– really, they’re almost as bad as the Dorrance-Joneses except none of the Campbells are related –“but I’m the only George. And this,” she says, holding a chain aloft, “is all that remains of the really ugly bracelet Dee’s ex-fiancé got her. Along with, well, my broken pendant.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Your ex-fiancé’s pendant, George?”

She grimaces. “Pretty sure I’m not marriage material, si– Bucky. It’s just some stupid bullshit the girls asked me to work on. Lucky talisman or something.” She shrugs at it. Drops the pendant into his waiting hand, but pockets the chain herself. “You’re welcome to it, if you like. Would just get tossed out otherwise.”

“Little broken wing on it,” he says, studying the pendant by holding it against the light. “You know, I flew something like this once. Had to land the damn thing even with the wing being crooked.”

“That’s a bitch.”

“Yeah, George,” he grins, “it really is. Think it’s gonna stop me from having to belly-land one of these again if I pocket this?”

“Stitch it into your collar on the side the damage was on. You come back, it works. You go down, well, you’re gonna curse me at heaven’s gate.” George shrugs. Grins back. “I hate getting cursed, you know.”

The pendant vanishes into one of his impossibly deep pockets. His grin remains fully in place. “So I’d better come back, is what I’m hearing?”

“Once they let you back up, sure. And they’re gonna.”

“New shipment coming in. Might not have to.”

George blinks. Plants her hands on her hips. “You’re a pilot, sir, not some damn Air Exec. Blind man can see that.” She swallows. Raises her eyes skyward. “Way this is going, we’re gonna need more pilots.”

His voice lowers. Goes soft around the edges in a way she hasn’t heard from Bucky Egan a day in her life. “And a ground crew providing keepsakes.”

“Talismans, Bucky. That’s what the kids call them these days.”

“You calling me an old man, George?”

George looks him up and down. Registers his too-curly mussed-up hair, his smile beneath his sunglasses, his too-clean uniform beneath his slightly beat-up jacket. Sees how he fidgets in place, all energy pent up until someone releases him for a hunt. His boots are shiny.

“If the shoe fits,” she says, before she can stop herself. Winks at him before turning back to her tarp and paint. “Be seeing you, sir. Preferably behind the yoke of something like a Hurricane Harlot.”

His chuckle sounds warmer than the afternoon sunshine. His shout is so loud she almost jumps into the air again. “Be seeing you, George Campbell!”

He’s got a way of making things sound like the world’s most earnest promise.

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 10

Summary:  FRIENDSGIVING

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, drinking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

Previous

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“So Cal is coming over here before I leave?”

“Yes, baby,” you tell Finn as he hops down from the stool, walking up behind you to grab a few blocks of cheese.

“And I get to tell him my Christmas list?” He smiles, popping a piece of cheese in his mouth. “Can we have a dog here? Our last house we couldn’t.”

“Is that what you’re asking for from Cal? You know he knows Santa personally?” This was one of your favorite things every year.  Finn trying to figure out what he was going to ask Santa Cal to tell the real Santa Claus.  Cal made his Christmas wishes come true every year.

“That did not answer my question. I always get to ask for three things. If we can’t have a dog here, I’m not wasting an ask. So can we have a dog here?” He puts another block of cheese in his mouth, grabbing up some grapes, and you boop his nose. “Mom! I want a dog.”

“And you need to quit eating Cal’s cheese.”

“He’ll let me. Can I stay this year?” You shake your head no, laughing when he throws his head back, “It’s because you got the beer in the fridge, huh?  The one in the garage?”

“We can have dogs at this house, now go make sure you have clothes packed to stay at Gramma and Grampa’s.”

“You’re ignoring the beer comment,” you give him a little swat to his butt, pushing him towards the stairs as Jack walks out of the bathroom with his shirt undone, and you spin to return to the boards.

“Does this shirt look okay?” He asks with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. You had been married to him long enough to know he was trying to make you thirsty, and he was succeeding. “Thanks for letting me use the shower here. It’s just easier. You didn’t want this shirt to sleep in did you?”

“Shut up,” you snort. You are too concerned in making Cal’s charcuterie boards perfect. At least it gave you a distraction.  Because Jack looked amazing.  Things seemed almost like a normal family.  Sending you son upstairs, while your hot husband was finishing getting dressed out of the bedroom, just so you could see his stomach.

“So which shirts do you prefer to sleep in?”

“The ones that aren’t on your body. Go on, and help Finn pack up.”

“So where am I sleeping tonight? There’s not enough beds…”

“Jack!” You giggle, finally turning around to look at him. My god, he was handsome. Too sexy for his own good. “Finn!”

“I’m just saying. If the giant and his girlfriend are staying, we’re really limited to sleeping arrangements. Unless Cal and TJ sleep together. Cal can be the big spoon,” Jack was enjoying your minor misery.  Flirting with you, while you ignored all his questions about where he was going to sleep.  He knew he was going to end up in your bed, even if nothing else happened.

“TJ prefers to be the big spoon. Go help our son,” he was just the right amount of infuriating that made you want to sling him to the floor and have your way with him, but you were not going to let your hormones and the fact that you really really wanted sex decide your fate.

You already had a date set for Frank. And you couldn’t possibly cancel it because you had no self control and needed to fuck something. No. You had pride and dignity, and were definitely not going to have sex with your estranged husband, no matter how tipsy you got. Never. Nope.

Finn jumps into Cal’s arms, and plays with his Santa hat for a moment. Letting his uncle walk him over to the recliner, “I know what time it is, squirt. So, you tell ole Santa Cal what it is you’re wanting.”

He looks over at you, needing to clarify that he could have a dog in this house, “You’re sure about that? What I asked you earlier,” giving him a quiet yes, he shoos you out of the living room, “Go outside with dad to check on the fire pit.”

Rolling your eyes, you go to ‘assist’ Jack with the fire, and he was just standing there looking at you, “He kicked you out, too?”

“He says it’s bad luck if we hear what he wants. That by some weird magical way, Cal has the ability to talk to Santa.”

Jack throws some wood into the pit before sitting down in an Adirondack chair, “How’s Christmas going to work?”

“I want you here with us,” there was no hesitation in your answer. Jack deserved to be with Finn. And Finn deserved to wake up Christmas morning with both his parents.

“Are we sleeping in the same bed?”

“I don’t know,” you look him over, not sure if he meant Christmas or tonight, but the answer would still be the same. “I’m not ready to push you out of my life. This — this is what I always loved about us. We could always be friends.”

“Yeah, we never started out as friends.”

“We started off as fuck buddies. But along the way, I think we became friends.”

Jack looks back into the house, only seeing a tiny bit of Finn talking to Cal about what he wanted for Christmas. It was the same thing every year. They sat in the same seat. He would kick you and Jack out. And somehow, no matter how impossible it seemed, Finn always got exactly what he wanted. Everything was perfectly what he said.  And so brought on the Christmas tradition of Santa Cal.  Finn took his three items very seriously.  Sometimes they weren’t even tangible items.  Sometimes it was a vacation.  But he always got what he wanted.  And this year, he was putting it to the test.

“And along the way we also drifted apart. I can’t apologize enough.”

“I wish you would.”

His eyes roll up from the fire, looking at you, “When you forgive me.”

“I do.”

“So…I can move back in?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? You still got that stupid app?” You shake your head, struggling to look at Jack, while you think of the words to say. “Why can’t it be simple?”

“Do you know how much I love you? How much I crave you? How much that I desperately try to deny you?” He shakes his head slowly, losing eye contact with you. “I’m protecting myself right now. We’re in a good place. I’m not saying never Jack. I’m saying that I lost me. It took me going on these stupid dates to realize how much I missed me. How much I missed being carefree and having fun with my partner. Missed just the raw passion and lust with him. Missed that danger. Missed having fun with our son. I’ll admit some of these dates were so fucking stupid. And I knew before I even went out with them it wasn’t going to be anything. But I need a partner. I want more kids. And…”

“So do I!” You shake your head no, starting to get up, but he stands, and leans over your chair, “I do. Can you not admit that when you were begging for a baby that we didn’t need one? I’ve always been so scared of screwing a kid up. Finn wasn’t planned. I didn’t have time to think.”

“And look at him. When was the last time you really looked at our son? Jack, he is who is because of me and you. I don’t know what we did to deserve him, but I’m thankful we have that boy in our lives.  He’s kept me sane when there were times I just wanted to lay in the tub and never wake up.  But that boy is all Jackson O’Malley, he kept me going.”

“You’re saying there’s a chance for us?”

“Of course there is.  I know you’ve felt it too, but…I can’t have you do what you did again.  You have to earn my trust again, so right now, that’s what I’m doing.  If I didn’t think there was a chance, you wouldn’t be here all these nights.  You know all I have ever wanted was for our marriage to survive.  And when you checked out, and I saw her again, it felt like you were the one that gave up on us.  That hurt.  And if we’re going to do this, I have to trust you.  There’s always going to be another Robyn, but how are you going to react to that kind of attention?  That’s what changes this scenario.”

“There’s never been someone like that for you?” You shake your head no, crossing your arms over your chest.  He steps closer, holding you tightly, and swaying you by the fire pit heat, “I’m sorry.  I never deserved your love.”

“But I wanted to give it to you.  Jack, you deserve the world, but you have to realize that you do.  I can’t constantly stroke your ego.  Sometimes you have to be the one to be my hype man, too.  We’re both gonna have to get better at communicating if this is what we want to do.”

“Finny, what do you want ole Santa Claus to bring you this year?” Cal finally asks when you and Jack start to walk outside.  Finn looks back at the two of you, just to make sure you were out of ear shot, when he looks at Cal.

“So, three gifts.  One I know you can do for me, and I want a schnauzer.  Not the mini one and not the giant.  Mom said we can have dogs in this house, and I’m lonely.  Speaking of which,” he glances back outside, seeing the two of you talking, and even Jack hugging you, “I want him back.”

“Who?” Cal clears his throat, he knows exactly who, but there was something so awkward about promising that you two would be back together.  

“Dad.  He comes here a lot, and he’s been sleeping here.  And in the bed with mom and me, and I’m not allowed to be in my own bed.  It’s kinda weird, but…they’re still not like they used to be.  They’re still not kissing, and that’s the most I’ve seen them touch.  I just want my dad and mom happy and together again.  I know that’s not going to be easy to get for me.  But I want them back together.  By Christmas.”

“Finn…”

“I know.  I know, it’s not that you don’t want to do that, but it’s their decision,” his eyes flick to the door to see Jack’s mom walk through, and he leans up to Cal’s ear whispering his third Christmas gift, before pulling back with a smile, “Do you think that’s possible?”

“I think you could definitely get the dog.”

“The schnauzer!”

“Yes, the bearded dog.  You sure you don’t want to ask for something else.  I would hate for you to waste your Christmas list,” Finn looks up at Cal pouting, his eyes growing misty as he tries not to cry, “Finn, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You don’t think it’ll happen?”

“Buddy, I think it could happen.  I think that they are people who love each other, and they’re learning to trust and find that love again.  But Christmas is only a few weeks away.  And…”

“How about you, me, and TJ work on getting them back?  I know they have it in them.  And then everything else will fall into place, right?” Cal grimaces, but nods his head.  “We can do it!  Make sure to play that one song.”

“What song?”

“Please, Come Home for Christmas.  That’s mom’s favorite song to dance to with dad at Christmas.  She always worried he was going to be working on Christmas, and we’d wait by the window until he came home, and then they’d dance together.  It’s her song.  Just trust me.  Now, I gotta go to my Gramma’s.  Remember, schnauzer, parents together, and,” he pushes his finger up against Cal’s nose, and Cal returns the gesture.  Letting the little boy hop out of his lap, and head towards TJ to tell him hello and goodbye while his Gramma goes outside to you and Jack.

“It’s a bit confusing to your son isn’t it?” His mom glares at the both of you, and you pull out of his embrace.  “I understand what you two are doing, but it shouldn’t be done in front of him.”

“Mom, it’s nothing.”

“If you would have waited a bit longer in your marriage to have children, maybe this wouldn’t have happened, and I would have another grandchild.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna let you handle this one, Jack,” you say, stepping into the house, and capturing Finn before he could go outside.  You didn’t want to be the one to talk to Jack’s mom and tell her the truth.  It was past time for her grown son to do just that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means we got married because she was pregnant,” his mother scoffs, turning to walk away, but he grabs her arm, “I don’t like the way you talk to her.  She’s not your enemy.  She’s not my enemy.  That woman chose to marry me because she was pregnant, and I was too chicken shit to tell you that we had been screwing around nonstop for two months.  Yeah, you’re perfect baby boy was getting it on with her, and stopped using protection.  She didn’t have to marry me, and get in your good graces.  Do the math.  You really think Finn was born that early?”

“I never,” she huffs.  “You are a liar.”

“Yeah.  I know.  I lied about a lot of things.  I hide so much shit because I was trying to be perfect for this image you created in your head.  God, I’m a screw up.  I was sleeping with different women every weekend, until her.  So yeah, I’m a terrible person, but that woman, she’s the last person I’ve ever had sex with, and I’d like to keep it that way.  So if you could hold off on your hatred for her, that would be great.”

“She’s the one that filed for divorce.”

“So?  You loved her when we were married.  Told me I did a good job finding a wife and mother to my kids.  Don’t hate her because she did what she had to.  I deserved her to file.  You have no idea, because I don’t tell you.  I don’t want you in our marriage.  We’re working through it.  And even if we don’t, she’s still Finn’s mom, and you will respect her.”

“I’m proud of you, son.  You finally stepped up and learned to be a man.  Now, I would appreciate it even more if you could fix this.  Yes, I do like her.  I love her for you and for my grandson, and I want more,” Jack furrows his brows looking at his mother.  “I’m supposed to be critical of her.  She’s not me.”

“Exactly.  I didn’t want to marry you.”

“What I mean is, we’re two different people, and I recognize that.  Yes, I’m angry that you two are idiots and are great together, so fix it.”

“I’m trying,” Jack pouts.  “Now, I’m going to say goodbye to my son, and we’ll pick him up tomorrow.  Remember, he stays right with you.  I don’t care if you have to put him on a blow up in the floor, or just a sleeping bag.  He stays with you.”

“You had a good one, and found another crazy one.  You attract the crazy women.”

“You know why you’re my favorite?” Cal stuffs a few cheeses in his mouth, before he chugs on some beer, holding it up to cheers you again, “Because of this.  You feed me well, and since we’re celebrating friendship, and what we want for Christmas, I want snack boxes again.”

“Fine, fine,” you cheers him again, before taking a swig.  Swallowing it quickly when the doorbell rings, “Oh!  That’s Sy and Chelsea.  You can all meet them properly,” walking over to the door, you open it up with a smile, giving each of them a hug, and showing them to the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home.  There’s plenty of beer, Jack just got some more.  There’s wine, and there’s a liquor cabinet.  TJ is quite the bartender.  What do you want,” Sy tells you a beer, and you point him in the direction of the fridge, and look at Chelsea, but she shakes her head no, “You don’t drink?  Or nothing tickles your fancy.”

Her hand rubs over her stomach a bit, and you squeal, racing over to hug her, while all the men stare at the two of you confused, “I have never heard her make that noise.”

“Really?” Cal looks over at Jack, “Like…never even…well, during sex?”

“No!”

“That’s girl talk, guys.  They are in their natural habitat.  Big guy are you and the girlfriend expecting?” TJ slaps on Sy’s arm, and he nods his head.  TJ spots a gleam on her finger, and gets excited, “An engagement and a baby.  You work fast, huh?”

“We’d dated for a few years.  Got engaged, and that little nugget was an accident,” you rub over her belly, swearing that you could feel the tiny little flutters of her tiny little babe, but of course you don’t.  You were just happy for her and Sy.  Getting screamy again when she shows you her ring finger.

“I’m finding this very weird for me.  Did she do that in high school?” Jack asks TJ, and he answers with a yes.  “I’ve never heard her do that.”

“She’s literally been around us for eight years.  That’s a girl thing.  You wouldn’t have heard it.  I’m glad I don’t have to be her girlfriend anymore.  Music!  Jack!  Turn it up.  I’m getting a buzz, and I just want to get shitfaced and pass out on that couch, it’s been a long week.”

Cal races into the living room, casually adding some dance music on for a moment.  Let you dance around with anyone that would come up to you.  Letting song after song be more fun and upbeat before he puts on your song, and you seek Jack out.  Walking up to him slowly, the two of you grab hold of each other.  

It was a moment where the few that were at your home back away from the two of you. Sy dances with Chelsea, but Cal and TJ walk out of the living room, but they’re eyes linger on you.  Chelsea smiles, before looking up at her giant man.  She liked how you and her were connected now.  She needed a girlfriend, and it seemed you did, too.

“I wonder if they realize they’re finally dating,” TJ says, biting some Brie and pepper jelly.

“What?” Cal scoots the whole board over to himself, putting whatever his fingers touch into his mouth. “What does that mean?”

“Look, I don’t know how long you’ve known Jack, but I’ve known that woman most of my life. She jumps from sex to relationship immediately. She doesn’t date. She’s been dating. Dating around, including with Jack. They have dinner together. He stays the night. They were grocery shopping together yesterday. Now look at them.”

You were completely absorbed in Jack. Pushing aside everything that had happened for just those two minutes and fifty-five seconds that the song was playing. You feel peace for just a moment. Loved for the first time in a long time. Comfortable enough to lay your head on his chest, and his chin rests on your head. No space was between the two of you.

“They’re actually falling in love this time. I know she has a date planned, but I think it’s just this final moment to prove to herself that she can find the ‘perfect man’ and he ticks off all her boxes, but he’s not Jack. Before their love was raw and almost volatile. They lost sight of why they were worth it. They had these moments of sweetness, but it was just a constant going and moving.”

“My boy is finally falling in love,” Cal agrees, eating a candied pecan. “So here’s the deal, that’s what Finn wants for Christmas. Those two together, and a dog…”

“His mom checked the computer history. He wants a standard schnauzer. Black. We’ve been looking. What’s the third gift?”

“It’s a bit trickier. And no way it can be pulled off for Christmas,” TJ pours a glass of wine, settling in on stool. The song had ended, but you and Jack were still in a trance, and TJ was ready for something juicy.

“Do tell. He doesn’t know about Robyn, so I doubt he would care that she was in fact fired, and arrested at work. Stupid cunt. What does our little godson want?”

“It can’t be pulled off before Christmas. It’s impossible.”

“Cal! You are Santa Cal, I need details. This is how we pull off his list. We four work together. By the way how’s Shonda?”

“Not getting introduced to these idiots yet. How’s Adam?” TJ just shrugs. Leaning in even closer to get Finn’s final Christmas ask, and then gasps when he hears what Cal tells him. “See?”

“We can’t do that before Christmas.”

“Do you think we could do that on Christmas?”

“Eww,” TJ retches. “I don’t know. Talk to Santa about that. I want no part of that. If you’ll excuse me, our two wayward friends need a drink. If they lose their buzz they might not make it in the same bed tonight. They sleep together by the way.”

“With Finn in between them. TJ! You can not be serious.”

TJ grabs out two bottles of beer, popping their tops off and bows to Cal, “Why not? It’s not like they haven’t done it before.”

“No! They’re dating. She’s learning the art of dating without sex. He’s learning that there’s more to sex besides the physical.  I vote for you to sleep in between them.”

“I’m good.  I want that couch.”

“I thought we were going to cuddle?” TJ gives him an eye roll, before walking into the living room to give you and Jack a refill. He didn’t know what the night could bring. Other than you were very comfortable in Jack’s arms.

“Come on,” Jack nearly carries your body in the bedroom. Letting you fall on the bed, and he starts undressing you.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you hiccup.

“I know. We’re not having sex. I’m getting you ready for bed. Lay back down,” he gives your chest the tiniest of pushes, and you fall back on the bed, splayed out watching the ceiling fan.

“I don’t want you to leave this bed though.”

“I won’t, Sharkie,” your drunk dopey smile is still one of his favorites. You allowed yourself at least this night to get as drunk as you wanted, and he always looked forward to this night. You trusted and relied on him. You let him take care of you. He heads to the closet, but you clear your throat.

“Just give me that shirt,” you point up at him. Taking off your shirt and bra, and discarding them into the floor, while you hold out your hand for the shirt on his back.

Jack bites his tongue, because now you were just in your lace panties, and he was having to strip out of the button up. Stepping up to put it on you, but you don’t let him button it up higher. Just crawl under the covers. Giving his side of the bed a tap. Reminding yourself you didn’t want to have sex. You wanted him. Just like he was.

Taking off his pants and being in nothing but his boxers, and he just crashes on the bed. You fight the need to snuggle into him. It seems wrong with a date coming up with Frank. But you both knew that neither of you were exclusive. Jack sighs, tired of waiting on you to come to him, and he rolls over, throwing an arm over you, “Go to sleep. We’ll have brunch delivered in the morning,” his voice was raspy and sexy. No! No sex.

“Shh,” his voice was right at your ear. “Sleep. I’m not going anywhere,” that was enough for you. Wiggling around, you get more comfortable, and hold onto him. He was always so warm, and you were always so cold. Even though he hissed a bit at your cold feet rubbing on his legs, he didn’t protest, just lays there until you get comfortable.

This is what you missed with the beginning of yours and Jack’s relationship. It was hot and heavy from night one. You didn’t separate, unless you were going to work. Only to get back to one of your homes and start at it again. But this being soft and sweet was something you didn’t realize you craved from him. Jack really could do it all. But was he still the one for you?

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[breakfastteatime]

Cal was introduced to loss, grief, injustice and isolation even before joining the war. Unlike other padawans, Cal learned of life's misery through the teary eyes and calloused, beaten hands of others without even knowing they were not his own.

The jedi have some dark and sad history, so it'd be realistic that Cal had accidentally read the Force echoes from those artefacts. So somehow a 10 year-old kid could know more about pain and heartache than the masters living in the temple.

You have to think the Jedi *tried* to protect him when he was really little, trying to keep him from finding things that really did have a tragic history. They steered him towards aspects of their history that were less dark, less tragic, to keep him from becoming completely overwhelmed. That said, if something did happen out of their control, Cal had regular appointments with the healers so he could learn to release the memories and their pain because none of it belonged to him. He cannot carry centuries of trauma. A child, no matter how much they experience, does not possess the emotional development needed to cope without ongoing and specialised support.

By the time he's with Master Tapal, Cal has a number of coping skills. Master Tapal takes the time to speak with the healers, find out how best to help him, how to protect him. Slowly, surely, for most echoes, Cal learns to experience them the same way you'd watch a holonet show - removed, at a distance. It doesn't work for everything, but it helps.

(Hi, Anon. I am a natural-born optimist with a background in child development, and there's only so much angst I can take before I need a dash of comfort! Thanks for the Ask!)

(Wanna chat JFO headcanons? Drop me an Ask!)

[simpingwriter]

So. For those who know how I am...severe procrastination, loss of motivation and so on...feel free to ignore me rant in a moment.

For those that don't, BE MY GUEST IN THIS IDEA. : D

Cal Kestis Fanfic.

I am jumping on the bandwagon like...way too late, with Survivor about to be dropped any week now (and tbh, I prefer Fallen Order Kestis...older Cal isn't my Cal.). But I only just recently have been blessed with enough money for a Gaming Laptop, my very first, and Fallen Order was on Sale, I am a Star Wars fan, so it had to be done.

To my Fanfic idea:

Cal runs a mission on (currently still unnamed planet), runs across a sudden spike in enormous Force Energy, for like...a split second, but even that was enough to take his attention off his initial target (He sees weird stuff or chest, he goes for it, Magpie Cal)

The Empire ofc also notices that and is on the Force Sensitive in minutes, causing Cal to run into a wall of Stormtroopers.

In an act of "safe the idiot from getting himself killed", they end up as a team for his mission Yada Yada Yada.

Goes on for a for a while, she joins the Mantis Crew, I might, depending on my mood, skip a big part of that bonding time since that ISN'T the main attraction.

It is...Inquisitor Cal Kestis. Yes I know, I am so original, give me an Oscar rn...

The main Character is already a more neutral Force Sensitive, to a point she doesn't just question the Dark Side, but also the Light, the one she's supposed to serve. But that's something she keeps in her background monolog, never let's anybody openly know until later.

She's basically a Grey Jedi...well, Padawan. They both were never knighted before the Purge after all.

Anyway yeah, tldr:

Begins as Basic Cal Kestis x Force Sensitive OC

Ends in a chaos of "What is even right anymore?" Inquisitor Cal Kestis x Inquisitor OC

I will try to add Smut, if we even get that far

NEWCOMERS, DO NOT LOOK AT MY FORMER WORK. DO NOT SPOIL YOURSELF FOR THE MISERY THAT HAS TO ULTIMATELY HAPPEN.

EDIT FEW SECONDS AFTER POSTING:

I am literally hanging myself on ONE song for my obsession, so it would probably fit best to listen to while reading (if I make something)

In the name of Love

Both the normal version and the slowed one. Gives me tingles for my pairing.

[fckedinlove]

What books or songs shaped your identity?

good question.

when i was way younger (10-12 ish) i was veeerrryyy into the divergent series. i also loved a book called the sacred lies of minnow bly, which is still one of my favorites. my all-time favorite book is exquisite corpse; it’s so poetically written and everyone just wants to talk about how ‘gross’ it is. i also like cows, misery, american psycho, i’m thinking of ending things, the phantom tollbooth, ender’s game, and we need to talk about kevin.

the band that got me into rock music was definitely fall out boy, around 10-12 as well. i also liked imagine dragons but namely their older work (hear me, round and round, curse, all eyes, etc.) and i firmly believe that their new work is shit. i’ll still revisit their old albums, though. they get discredited far too often. cryptopsy was the band that finally made me a metalhead, though i was older then. i’ll give a list of songs that feel the way that i am as a person; they just exude my energy. i don’t know how to explain it.

don’t try by gerard way, emily by my chemical romance, christian brothers by heatmiser/elliott smith, blue velvet by thornhill, in dreams by roy orbison, lovesick for mina by cradle of filth, the secret goldfish by pencey prep, courting blues by bert jansch, knives out by radiohead, laura palmer’s theme by angelo badalamenti, punch and judy by elliott smith, so real by jeff buckley, close yr eyes by blood estate, cal raleigh by service with a smile, crying by roy orbison, hear me by imagine dragons, caught in a flood with the captain of the cheerleading squad by i hate myself, air-conditioned love by ludo, what it is to burn (the original version) by finch, poetic tragedy by the used, nostalgia by nocturnal depression, stay out of my dreams by type o negative, and for the love of god (live) by steve vai.

[scentedchildnacho]

The young man who yelled at me on the boulevard was stealing from the I guess wealthier looking houses on magnolia before you get to the college and wanted to blame me for it....

That's his mistake people like me grew up in veteran neighborhoods and I would never ever just touch stuff.....it's not an abusive childhood but i wouldn't say I have been allowed all my faculties for my own good

People notice something like myasthenia gravis about how my face falls or droops and what I don't know won't hurt me.....

He wanted to scream hey faggot and bitch at me and scream I had better just go somewhere else so I assume from just stealing from their houses he has to be a faggot and bitch

So I told him my perception of how he acted to me is that he is naive he won't be a faggot and bitch he acts like a kidd and material written about kids appears like kid merits alot of care or concern from catholicism and you don't understand the affectual disposition that lies about it's battery

I told him no one gets away with anything and there are severe non understanding miseries that never end and since you have judged me this way you will be judged that way

We all have to be judged how we have judged others.....if you ask me I am right that's what this neighborhood is the porch decorating is to advertise a quiet get away a gun owner would really benefit from so don't touch they shoot in these areas

That's why I suppose they decided a wall was unnecessary.....people can see the advertisements and rowes of others.....

The college was hit with a traffick jam so zapatistas frightening I think there was a shooter because I knew to not think I could run into anywhere or just be getting into more crisis

I was laying on the boulevard because I think I was gassed by some type of intense carpet cleaner and I was getting some go to the light

I don't really understand what's going on but I was told by shelters that they want to kill themselves of for California only

California is a federal concept and refusing to ally other states appears really belligerent like they get attacked in there all the time

I need cal fresh agriculture too my land is energy companies that power your roads so

Their unfriendly unlikeable people so people really abuse them in that shelter then....

[mudaship39]

Personal afterword of my spoken word poetry book

as a songwriter and spoken word poet about being a displaced state side disconnected diaspora Asian native & QTIPOC

Personal afterword,

Let me first ask, reading the spoken word poetry book that I wrote as an orator and storyteller did you feel it, my mana? Did you feel it, my pain, agony, misery, anguish, grief, & mourning? Did you feel it, my anger, my hatred, loathing, wrath, fury, & rage? Did you feel it, my sorrow and torment? Did you feel my happiness, joy, & contentment? That is what I have been working on for a long time as a writer and artist. As a writer and creator who is a songwriter and spoken word poet I need people of color writers, editors, publishers, & artists as well as Indigenous (Indigenous to Turtle Island or Indigenous to Moana, Pasifika, or Oceania) writers, editors, publishers, & artists to help me create this spoken word poetry book. I wrote it as a storykeeper, orator, & storyteller to heal people who are displaced, to heal people who are disconnected, and to heal people who are diaspora. This is to Indigenous people especially those who are Indigenous Pasifika who are Polynesian, Micronesian, & Melanesian. This is for Polynesians who are Hawaiian, Tahitian, Samoan, Maori, or Tongan. This is for Melesians who are Fijian, Ni-Vanuatu, or Papuan. This is for Micronesians who are Marshallese, Chamorro, Pohnpeian, Kosraean, & Chuukese. We are separated and connected by land and sea. I wrote this as a storykeeper, orator, & storyteller for all of you. Those I consider to be whanau or chosen family. I want to perform this soon in Orange County and LA County in Southern California in Tongva Indigenous land in concert venues to people of color and or Indigenous audiences. That is once I find concert venues in So Cal or Southern California for spoken word poets and singers. As a writer and creator who is an storykeeper, orator, storyteller I want to someday perform the spoken word poetry book in Polynesia, Oceania, Moana, or Pasifika in Tahiti, New Zealand, Samoa, Hawaii, Tonga, Fiji, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, the Marshall Islands, & Guam to Polynesian, Melanesian, and Micronesian audiences. I also want to someday perform it to the protectors of Mauna Kea and offer it as my mana’o during an official ceremony. I want to go to Mauna Kea so I can perform to offer my mana'o to Mauna Kea as official ho'okupu or official gift during observance. I need Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika who are Samoan, Maori, Tahitian, Hawaiian, & Tongan. I need Micronesian Indigenous Pasifika who are Marshallese, Chamorro, Pohnpeian, Kosraean, & Chuukese. I need Melanesian Indigenous Pasifika who are Papuan, Fijian, & Ni-Vanuatu. I need people who are dancers, percussion drummers, choir, & orchestra to accompany me when I perform. I need Polynesian, Micronesian, & Melanesian translators to translate my spoken word poetry to Polynesian, Micronesian, & Melanesian Indigenous Pasifika audiences. I thought about this for a long time as a writer and creator. I have been writing this spoken word anthology book since jr. high in 7th grade. I am now in college. That is the only thing that will make sure the mana I have in mind when I perform happens. Since being a storykeeper, orator, and storyteller is something my family on my Chinese and Vietnamese side have been doing for generations. I don’t know what my French and Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika ancestors did though. That is what I hope to find out by connecting and reconnecting. The audience though needs to be young adult to adult who are at least 18 or older since the topics the spoken word poetry book covers is displacement, being disconnected, being diaspora, cultural genocide, & generational traumas & those aren’t things children, preteens, & teenagers are mature enough to understand. It talks about many poc and Indigenous Pasifika issues such as inter-generational trauma, cultural genocide, colonialism, imperialism, neocolonialism and occupation, mental illnesses, suicide in the poc community and Indigenous community. It talks about many issues such as being displaced, being diaspora, displacement, being disconnected, decolonization, reconnecting, tattoo revival, & language revival. It talks about race, racial identity, racism, colorism, cultural identity, & anti native racism. It talks about the racial and cultural identity of being Southeast Asian Vietnamese or Kinh Indigenous of Vietnam person of color. It talks about the racial identity of being East Asian Chinese. It talks about the cultural identity of being Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika. It talks about being a lighter skinned brown skinned brown native. It talks about having a darker skinned brown skinned brown native older brother. It talks about having a white coded white passing white native mother. It talks about Indigenous people being adopted out and being adopted by non native families such as my French and Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika mother being adopted by a Vietnamese couple. It also talks about sex, gender, gender identity, sexuality, and sexual orientation in the poc community and Indigenous community before colonizers and imperialists imposed gender binary and sexual orientation binary on indigenous people. It talks about being mahu or maohi or in the middle an indigenous Pasifika third gender identity that is similar to two spirit a third gender identity of Indigenous people of Turtle Island. It talks about mahu or in the middle being a cultural responsibility and spiritual obligation. It talks about being a queer Indigenous Pasifika person of color. I am mahu or in the middle by Polynesian Indigenous gender fluidity and nonbinary genderfluid pansexual trans by western colonial binary. This is why I refer to myself throughout the spoken word poetry book as he/him, she/her, or they/them. It talks about being nonbinary genderfluid. It talks about being pansexual. It talks about being polyamorous. It also talks about poc/poc interracial relationships as a queer Indigenous person of color. As a writer and creator who is an author,  comic book writer, screenwriter, songwriter, and spoken word poet I wanted to adapt Heart of Dragon Fire, Soul of Phoenix, & Blood of Fairy Ocean Water into an animated movie like Moana but for young adult to adult audiences that talks about being displaced, displacement, being diaspora, cultural genocide, being disconnected, connecting, and reconnecting. In that animated movie I would be the narrator. I would want to make it with a Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika cast and crew with Polynesian Indigenous: actors, voice actors, screenwriters, directors, & producers with a poc and or Indigenous network and studio. As a queer (mahu or maohi or in the middle by Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika standards or nonbinary genderfluid pansexual by western standards) Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika person of color writer and creator I want representation for all marginalized groups in media. As an author, comic book writer, & screenwriter I write a lot about lgbt, poc, disabled, and or Indigenous characters. I write a lot of comics, graphic novels, & books that are Indigenoius futurism and poc futurism. As an artist who is a spoken word poet and songwriter who’s an orator and storyteller I write a lot about race, racial identity, cultural identity, sex, gender identity, and sexual orientation. 

Sincerely,

Christian Nguyen 

I also go by my Vietnamese name Ngoc Dinh Nguyen or my chosen Polynesian name No’eau Aitonui Hoata/Heiani Mareva Hoata

Reviews for Heart of Fire Dragon, Soul of Flame Phoenix, & Sea Fairy Ocean Blood:

(This is where readers post their thoughts on the spoken word poetry book as a whole)

Other than that I’m also a writer and creator of bipoc and qtipoc futurism in books comics and graphic novels. The bipoc and qtipoc futurism project Chronicles of War the cyberpunk science fiction and magical high fantasy comic book or graphic novel series. It is about several queer and trans indigenous people of color or qtipoc main characters. One is a Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine native demigod and alien hybrid superhero in a cyberpunk world in the near and far future and the other is an Afro Asian native coded spellcaster swordfighter and gunslinger adventurer in a magical high fantasy world. Both of them are qtipoc and bipoc. There are other main characters in other precontact and post land back worlds. It has queer, trans, disabled, native Black, and or poc representation. It has indigenous and indigenous pasifika representation if you are interested in something like that. Rest of the info is on a google doc. Also needs email for google doc invite link.

[yamumsfavourite1623]

Twas tagged by @whitesuitjake

I am tagging: @cal-a-bungaa @sam-i-am-20

Nickname: hayles or hayhay 😭

Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5’7

Last thing I googled: most likely porn 🫡

Song stuck in my head: Misery business by Paramore

Number of followers: 54 😘

Amount of sleep: mostly 7 hours

Dream job: I have no idea

Wearing: An eagle shirt (Murica) and jeans

Books that summarise you: …. I have no idea

Favourite song: Don’t have one, I like a lot of songs

Favourite instrument: Guitar or Harp

Aesthetic: mental illness

Favourite author: Not sure

Random fun fact: Shrek 2 is one of my favourite movies

[unsprouted-seed]

tw: seriously dark

kinda highkey hope this shit just outright kills me...

I know it’s not sustainable, I’ve been at 0 cals all week, other than 385 I had yesterday so I could drive. I’ve stopped taking my vitamins and stuff so that I can fast better (they make me nauseous and force me to eat at least a couple hundred cals to keep them down) and I know that’s just going to make me burn down faster. I’ve completely given up on anything like recovery and I’ve p much lost my hunger cues. I’m exercising as much as I can too, because of course I am. I know that if I try to eat just for the sake of nutrition I’m 95% likely to purge it, regardless of how small a size it is.

I’m in a serious hole and I know it. I’m not delusional enough to believe that it’s sustainable...

But I just... can’t. I just CAN’T stop. I have to stick with it, I have no other capacity.... I don’t believe in recovery and I do not want to. I know that likely I’m going to end up really sick if I don’t pull myself out of this phase...

But I’m so fucking scared of IP. I’m so so so fucking scared. I’ve been made involuntary before, for other reasons, and I just... some countries make you invul in exceptional circumstances. In Australia they do it ALL THE TIME, sometimes without your knowledge. One time they made me invul while I was literally in a coma, and just told me when I woke up “Hey you’re invul” for no fucking reason. I wasn’t resisting care, I literally couldn’t, and I wasn’t assessed - I was unconscious. They told my friend she might feel better after a short stay in the psych ward, and after she got there the staff forced treatment on her, cos she’d been made invul behind her back and just been lied to so she’d go to the ward peacefully AFTER the paperwork was already done. And I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that if I get sent to IP I’m going to be invul in a click of the fingers and god knows when they’ll let go of me.

So I really honestly hope this shit kills me. I hope that I don’t just pass out infront of people, or have my bloods crash or something and send me to the hospital. Cos I cannot imagine voluntarily seeking help at this point.

I just hope it kills me outright, just sudden cardiac arrest or something, put me out of my fucking misery and more importantly keep me the fuck out of hospital.

I mean, I don’t want it to kill me, really, I WANT to keep losing and making progress and getting to be at a point where I’m genuinely capable of looking in the mirror without wanting to fucking throw up. I’m losing hope that that’s even possible... but I have no other option, I cannot HANDLE being stuck in this disgusting body anymore. So it’s either mold it into something I can tollerate living in, or die. Either works. I just... as long as I never ever end up invul again.

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Connections Post 2

Connections/Pairing Post 2 out of 2

Hera || Immortal || Mythology || Full Memory || Real Estate Mogul/Heiress

Fake Family:  Maybe some kids?  Fake husband is dead.

Wanted Connections:  Some Fake fam, employees, tenets in her buildings, other gods, anyone who wants to either have a blessed/cursed marriage.  I’m up for it all.  ZEUS.

Pairing: Single-Pansexual 

Hermione Granger || 25 || Harry Potter || Full Memory || Journalist

Fake Family: A sister would be good.

Wanted Connections: Fake sister, HARRY POTTER, enemies, coworkers, her former ex bf (who did not treat her well), and I’m open to most anything!

Pairing: Ron Weasley

Illya Kuryakin || 31 || Man from UNCLE || Full Memory || Bodyguard

Fake Family:  Parents, siblings, give him everything

Wanted Connections: All the fake family, enemies, Napoleon Solo, fellow soviets, friends.  Employers.  Down for anything.

Pairing: Gaby Teller

Kidagakash Nedakh || 8,500 || Atlantis || Full Memory || Dancer and Bartender

Fake Family:  I’d love a mom for her, maybe some brothers

Wanted connections: Any of her fake family, MILO THATCH, anyone else from Atlantis, friends, coworkers, lovers.  

Pairing- Luke Castellan

Malia Tate || 23 || Teen Wolf || Full Memory || Student

Fake Family:  Siblings, parents, everything

Wanted Connections:  Any of her fake fam, fellow students, friends, other Teen Wolf friends, enemies, 

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski

Matt Murdock || 34 || Daredevil || Full Memory || Lawyer

Fake Family: I’ll take anything and everything

Wanted connections: Fake family, FOGGY, Karen, Frank Castle, any of the Defenders, Stick, clients, friends, lovers, enemies, 

Pairing: Elektra Natchios

Joel Dawson (and Boy) || 24 || Love and Monsters || No Memory || Cartoonist

Fake Family: Cal and Marie are siblings

Wanted connections: Fellow newspaper people, friends, exes, anyone from his Colony, Aimee, Minnow and Clyde, plus anything else 

Pairing: Hestia

Cal Kestis (and BD-1) || 22 || Star Wars || Full Memory || Student

Fake family:  Any and all would be great

Wanted Connections: Fake Family, Merrin, Trilla, Greez,Cere, Jaro Tapal, other students, friends, enemies, exes

Pairing: Kieran 

Charles Xavier || 34 || X-Men || Full Memory || Teacher

Fake Family:  Siblings, or a kid maybe

Wanted connections: Fake family, students, friends, enemies, other teachers, other mutants, 

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr

Rhys Adler || 27 || Percy Jackson OC || Full Memory || Mercenary/Trainer

Fake Family:  I’d love for him to have some sisters.

Wanted Connections: Fake sisters, other children of Ares, former halfblood quest buddies, employers, friends, enemies, sparring partners.

Pairing: Eloise Rogers

Kai Whitlock || 23 || Percy Jackson OC || Full Memory || Waiter/Gangmember

Fake Family:  I’d like some siblings for him

Wanted Connections: Fake Fam, other kids of Akhyls, other halfbloods on Luke’s side of the war, gang buddies, enemies, friends, exes.

Pairing: Hope Jones

Skye Wynters || 23 || Percy Jackson OC || Full Memory || Owns her Tea Shop

Fake Family: Open to any!

Wanted Connections:  Fake fam, Morpheus (her dad), other kids of Morpheus, other demigods, friends.

Pairing: Single- Bisexual

Wayland Norwell || 24 || Percy Jackson OC || Full Memory || Apothecary worker

Fake Family: Open to any!  He’s close with his fake siblings

Wanted Connections: Fake family, other children of Hecate, other demigods, other magicians, and pretty much anything else!

Pairing: Daphne

Maven Calore || 25 || Red Queen || Full Memory || Owns a bank

Fake Family: None

Wanted Connections: Other people from his world, his mother if someone wants to be mean, friends, people he’s been mean to, enemies.

Pairing: Single-bisexual

Shade Barrow || 28 || Red Queen || Full Memory || Pickpocket

Fake Family: Open to any!

Wanted Connections: Fake family, his brothers and sister from home, other Newbloods, friends, fellow thieves, enemies.

Pairing: Ninon

Eivor Wolf-Kissed || 28 || Assassin’s Creed || Full Memory || Mercenary

Fake Family: Open to any!

Wanted connections: Sigurd! Randvi! Gunnar! Anyone else from Valhalla really!  Fake family, employers, friends, enemies, drinking buddies, fellow vikings.

Pairing: Caspian

Gamora || 31 || Marvel || Full Memory || Bartender

Fake Family: Open to any!

Wanted connections: fake family, Thanos, Nebula, friends, enemies, any of the other Guardians/Avengers.

Pairing: Peter Quill

[elijahmiles]

lightsaber designs....

SCARLETT YOU KNOW ME SO SO WELL OMG gosh how am I going to choose this there's so many to choose from OKAY okay

5. count dooku's lightsaber!! the curved hilt is so beautiful and I think exemplifies his dedication to makashi, which is one of the oldest lightsaber forms. the juxtaposition between the traditional jedi form, the elegance of the hilt versus the brutal nature of the sith. also the curved emitter reaching out along the length of the blade when it's ignited...also the gold accents on top. absolutely beautiful saber

4. rey's lightsaber!! despite my hatred toward the sequels, rey building her own lightsaber from her own staff was so perfect. I loved the design of it with the flick-switch and the open and close emitter, as well as the leather wraps around the center. also it being yellow is so perfect. i wish we had seen her build it and use it during the film rather than just turning it on at the end, but I feel like it represents her honoring the legacy of the jedi and the color suits her perfectly! (although I do also wish it was a double bladed saber but I also dont mind the single blade)

3. leia's lightsaber. if tros did one thing right it was lightsaber designs. leia's lightsaber is so beautiful, I love the combination of silver and copper/rose gold. the rounded circles of the emitter where you can see the blade come through is my favorite, and the center having a concave design is so cool. i love how it connects to both luke's and obi-wan's sabers in the shape and color, but is also very influenced by alderaanian architecture/design. the only thing I would change is to give her a violet blade.

2. cal kestis!! I love jfo's ability to fully customize the saber in every way, appeals to my little lightsaber lover heart. I have so many thoughts on jedi using other Jedi's lightsabers and what the means/how it affects both the wielder and the blade, and cal carrying the broken saber of his master who died for him is SO MUCH. I particularly love the story-telling aspects of using jaro's emitter on one side, cere's on the other, and then cal's kyber crystal/color being uniquely his own (orange!). jedi survivor seeming to have blue be cal's canon color...pain and misery...

1. was this a surprise to anyone... Luke's lightsaber that he builds in return of the jedi is my favorite, it's the one legacy saber I have bought and it was worth every penny. yes I am biased because Luke is my favorite character but as a design I genuinely just love it. it takes a lot of inspiration from obi-wan's saber, but there's also some elements of Anakin's saber as well as Yoda's (all of luke's masters). I love the thin copper part of the emitter and the simplicity of the design. it represents Luke in this time perfectly, as he is the truest, simplest version of a jedi and unique in his use of it. it also fits the history of lightsaber lore that I imagined in my head perfectly so. it's my favorite <3

ask me my top five!

[4stars-uswnt]

Dressed Up In White [Emily Sonnett x Reader]

A/N: this wasn’t requested (sorry!! i will get to all of your requests soon! i promise) but i listened to this song and couldn’t help myself.

this is a squel to Wonder What it’s Like to be Loved by You, though you technically don’t need to read it before this one (but you should ;)), and it’s inspired by the song Dressed Up In White by CAL (btw i had to change one of the lyrics to fit two women)

Listen to Dressed Up In White by CAL here

You hear a knock, halting your pacing.

“Can I come in?” Christen opens the door, peeking her head in.

You give her a sheepish nod, unable to find your voice, before continuing to pace.

“Woah, woah, (Y/N).” The older woman puts her hands on your shoulders. “What has you so worked up?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh. “I’m nervous, which I know is stupid because I’ve been waiting for this day for years, but I just can’t shake this feeling.”

Christen takes your hands and guides you to sit down. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Of course not!” Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “I love Emily with all my heart, and I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Good. I knew that, just wanted to be sure.” Christen observes you, knowing there’s something deeper that’s bothering you. “Talk to me, (Y/N/N), what’s really going on?”

“I wish my parents were here.” You mumble, looking down at your hands. The older forward knew your story and how your parents had died in a car crash when you were only eight years old, and how you grew up in the system where everything went down hill, and how that led you to soccer and the USWNT.

When you had joined the Royals at the age of only 18, having aged out of the system, both Christen and Kelley took on a motherly role in your life. They always had your back and took care of you, supporting and helping you through all the trials and tribulations of life. Today, Christen was your maid of honor and Kelley your only bridesmaid.

“Oh, baby,” the curly-haired woman whispers, pulling you in for a tight hug. “They would’ve loved to be here to celebrate with you.”

For the next few minutes, Christen whispers sweet nothings in your ear, as you mourn the absence of your parents. Collecting yourself with a deep breath, you unwrap from the hug.

“Enough crying.” You let out a wet chuckle, wiping your eyes, careful not to ruin your makeup because you know Alex would have your head if you did. “This is supposed to be a happy day.”

“And it is.” She gives a small smile, squeezing your hands.

“Umm, Chris, can I ask you something?” You look at her nervously.

“Of course.”

“Willyouwalkmedowntheaisle?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), but you’re gonna have to repeat that and maybe slow down a little.” Christen chuckles, her eyes warm and comforting.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” You repeat, holding your breath, waiting for a response, before rambling on. “I know I should’ve thought of this sooner or asked you earlier, but I didn’t really think about it till now, and you’re probably the closest person I have to a mother or a father, so it only seems fitting. I totally understand if you—”

“(Y/N)!” Christen cuts you off, her eyes getting misty. “I would be honored to walk you down the aisle.” She pulls you in for another bone-crushing hug.

“Hey, kiddo, you almost ready?” Kelley steps through the door. “Oh, I see how it is, no love for me then?”

You roll your eyes and move to give Kelley a tight hug. “Proud of you, (Y/N/N).” She whispers into your hair.

“Love you, Kel.”

“You ready?” Christen approaches from behind you, holding her arm out for you to take. Not missing the gesture, Kelley raises her eyebrow.

“Chris is gonna walk me down the aisle.” You quickly explain.

The defender’s face softens. “Well, we better get out there. It’s time.”

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You and Christen walk on the pathway through the garden, and when you arrive at the venue area, you gasp. There at the end of the aisle stood Emily Sonnett, the love of your life, dressed in her tailored suit. You faintly hear the notes of Can’t Help Falling in Love playing in the air and barely notice the guests standing, as your attention is solely on the woman waiting for you.

After what feels like the longest walk, you finally stand before her. You turn to hug Christen, who whispers a quick ‘I love you,’ to which you return.

The forward then turns to Emily and says, “Take care of her,” which Emily responds with a nod and a quiet ‘of course.’

Ashlyn, who you had chosen to officiate, which both Syd and Pinoe had some objections to, starts the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate (Y/N) and Emily and the love they share. I have personally witnessed the growth and strength of their relationship. The love, respect, and commitment they have for each other never fails to awe me, though may I remind you that Ali and I are still the superior wives on the team.” She winks at the two of you, earning a couple laughs from your teammates and a ‘damn right’ from Ali.

Ash continues to trail on with the formalities of the ceremony, however both you and Emily fail to pay attention, your focus on each other.

“Well,” Ash clears her throat, snapping both of you out of your trances. “The rings?”

Cassius Dwyer hops out of his seat, reaches into his pocket, and carefully hands them to each of you. You and Emily crouch down to take them from him, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, bud.”

He gives you a toothy grin and scampers back to his seat next to his mom.

“Emily?” Ashlyn repeats.

“Hm?”

“Your vows?” The goalie chuckles knowingly.

Emily’s eyes widen at being caught staring at you for too long, and you giggle at her flustered state.

“(Y/N),” she clears her throat before continuing, “the moment you walked into my life, I knew you were special. You shine so bright and exude positivity wherever you go. For the past two and a half years, it has been an absolute privilege to be loved by you.” Emily takes a deep breath, and you run your thumb along her knuckles, sensing her nerves.

“Your passion for life makes me want to be a better person. I promise to be your best friend through thick and thin. I promise to always give you snuggles, even when you hog all the blankets.” You roll your eyes at that, as a light chuckle comes from the crowd.

“I promise to always support you and your aspirations. To always give you my best. I promise to never go easy on you in training even though I know you’ll beat me anyways.”

You hear many of your teammates laugh, and Kelley calls out from behind you. “Give yourself a little credit, Sonny!” She then turns to the rest of the guests. “It’s true though.” Another wave of laughter takes over the ceremony, as Emily finishes her vows.

“(Y/N), there are many things that I can’t promise, I know that, but what I can absolutely promise is to love you unconditionally day in and day out because that is something I know will never change. So, I give you this ring, as a symbol of that promise.”

By now, both you and Emily are on the verge of tears, as she shakily slips the wedding band onto your finger.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna follow that, (Y/N), but if anybody can, it’s definitely you,” Ashlyn prompts, encouraging you to say your vows.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself. “Emily, you constantly surprise me, distract me, captivate me, and challenge me in ways no one else ever has, and I thank you for that.

“You make it easy to fall in love with you again and again without reservation. I promise to be true to you, to uplift and support you, to frustrate and challenge you, and to always share with you the beautiful moments of life. And maybe, just maybe, I might let you win an argument once in a while.”

Emily just chuckles, shaking her head, scoffing under her breath, “As if.”

You just smirk at the blonde and continue your vows.

“No matter what trials we encounter or how much time has passed, I know our love will never fade or falter, that we will always find strength in one another, and that we will continue to grow side by side.

“I believe in the honesty of what we are and what we share, and I will love you always, with every beat of my heart. This ring is a token of my love. I offer you all that I have, all that I am, and all that I will be.”

You carefully slide the wedding band onto her finger.

“Do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take the Emily Sonnett to be your lawfully wedded wife, your best friend and partner in crime for the rest of your life?” Ashlyn officiates.

“I do.”

“And do you, Emily Sonnett, take the (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawful wedded wife, your confidant and go to person for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” The two of you share a shining smile.

“Well,” Ash sighs, her own eyes misty, “by the power vested in me, by oneminutemister.org, I now pronounce you wife and wife.” She pauses and smiles at the two of you waiting anxiously. Deciding to put you out of you misery, the woman finally announced, “You may now kiss!”

You cup Emily’s face and connect your lips for a searing kiss, your first of many as a married couple.

Resting your forehead against hers, you whisper against her lips, “I love you, Emily Sonnett.”

“I love you too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You give her a faux serious glare. “It’s Sonnett.”

She just gives you a soft look full of love and sighs contently. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” You grin, and you turn to walk down the aisle, as Emily raises your connected hands into the air, which causes your friends and family to clap and holler even louder.

“Woooooo!!!” Emily cheers along with them, and you just giggle, wondering to yourself how you got this lucky.

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“Ahem.” Emily clears her throat into the microphone. “If I could have everyone’s attention please.”

The entire venue turns to look at the blonde defender, who abandoned her suit blazer a while ago, her sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons unbuttoned.

“Firstly, I just want to thank you all for joining us this evening and making it special and one to remember.” She pauses, as many of the USWNT members cheer and holler, many of them on their way to being drunk. Emily then looks down at the seat next to her where you’re sitting, a soft smile on her face, and you glance up at her, eyes full of love. “Secondly, (Y/N), my wife, I am so grateful to be loved by you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s so much else I want to say, but I’m not the best with words.”

A wave of laughs echoes amongst the crowd, Lindsey and Kelley confirming that statement. “That’s an understatement, Em!” The midfielder yells, having spent hours upon hours helping her best friend write her vows.

Emily blushes but continues her speech. “Well, with that being said, I wrote a song instead.” She takes your hand and leads you to the chair that has been placed in the middle of the dance floor. As you take your seat, Emily, still with the mic in hand, heads up onto the stage, joining the band.

“For those of you who don’t know, our relationship actually started with me serenading (Y/N), so I thought I’d bring it full circle. Babe, this one’s for you.” Your wife gives you a wink and then mouths, ‘as always,’ before taking a deep breath, as the band starts playing an unfamiliar tune.

As far as heartbeats go

Mine is beating right out of my chest

As far as prayers may go

Oh damn it baby I feel blessed

Emily steps down from the stage and walks towards you.

As far as loving you

Well you know I'm a little obsessed

And as far as moments go

This is one we'll never forget

You bite your lip, as you unsuccessfully attempt to hide an ear-splitting grin from breaking out across your face, as you admire your wife.

Baby I've wanted this for as long as I know

'Cause I wrote this song a long long time ago

Emily glances at you and smirks, as you both know the truth behind the lyrics. The two of you had pined over each other for months before you had started dating and dated for years before you finally popped the question.  

And it goes

I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you since I met you

That you'd always be mine

You feel your heart swell with love for your wife, and you see out of the corner of your eye your teammates recording the performance, Kelley even giving you two big thumbs up.

And one day I

I was gonna make you my wife

Well baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

Emily circles your chair as she sings, before kneeling before you. You tenderly caress her cheek, tears welling up in your eyes. She turns to kiss your palm, before standing up to continue singing.

As far as feelings go

This is the best feeling I've ever known

As far as where I wanna be

Well if you're there that's my home

By now, you’re full on ugly crying, using a tissue to try and save your makeup. You always love Emily’s voice, even if she’s playfully singing along to Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, but there’s something about her serenading you on your wedding night that makes you fall even more head over heels in love.

Everybody raise your glasses

And hold them up high

To the bride to the bride, everybody show some pride

I finally get to call you mine.

As you watch your wife move around the dance floor, performing with ease, you hear many of your teammates, friends, and family cheering, as they dance along to the song.

Your wife pulls you up from the chair and spins you around, a laugh bubbling from your mouth.

Woah, I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you, since I met you

That you'd always be mine

Baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

As the last notes echo throughout the room, Emily pulls you close to her, your foreheads resting against each other. Everyone erupts in cheers, as the song finishes, but the two of you are in your own world.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she whispers, a little out of breath, “and I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you too, Em. I can’t wait to see where this life takes us.” You smile softly, before kissing her. Not wanting to put on a whole show for your guests, you pull away and lightly hit your wife’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you wrote me another song.”

“What can I say?” Emily shrugs nonchalantly. “You deserve the best.”

“And that’s you?” You tease.

“Mhmm,” she hums, the two of you swaying amongst the other couples to the slow song the band is now playing, “and you married me, so you must think so too.”

You sigh peacfully, as you rest your chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, I do.”

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yourusername: She stole my heart, so I stole her last name

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uswnt: ❤️

christenpress: So happy for you (Y/N)! Love you so much❤️

kelleyohara: can’t believe the kids got married 🤧

↳emilysonnett: Kel, shut up. This sounds weird.

emilysonnett: I love you forever and ever. 🤍

lindseyhoran10: I can’t believe my best friends got married🥺🥺

ashlynharris24: What an honor to officiate this ceremony! Love you two and wish you nothing but the best.

lavellerose: Yay for being married! 🥳🍾

sydneyleroux: What a beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple. Still salty you didn’t let me officiate, but I guess including Cassius made up for it…just a little bit

↳mrapinoe: I’m still salty

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emilysonnett: So we did a thing yesterday…

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uswnt: Well this is definitely something… 🤗

yourusername: You’re my favorite human ever ❤️

lindseyhoran10: So happy for you Dasani!!! 

alexmorgan13: Love you two! Glad we all got to celebrate your love 💓

mrapinoe: Soulmates right there 

malpugh: favorite couple 😍

allie_long_: It finally happened! Congrats you guys!

alikrieger: YOUR SONG THO!!! SO ROMANTIC!! KILLED ME!

↳caitlinfoord: honestly the best part of the whole ceremony

↳kelleyohara: Aren’t you glad we forced you to sing to (Y/N) all those years ago.

        ↳emilysonnett: Maybe…

[smiledotdeer]

Cal: I AM IN MISERY! THERE AIN'T NOBODY WHO CAN COMFORT ME! OH YE-EAH! @concubuck: I SAVE D### BY GIVING IT CPR! I SAVE D### BY GIVING IT CPR, YES! PUT MY MOUTH ON IT LIKE CPR! LET'S MAKE PORN AND WATCH IT ON VCR! @cutxratexradio: REESE’S PUFFS REESE’S PUFFS! EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP! REESE’S PUFFS REESE’S PUFFS! EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP, EAT EM UP!

[lucy-the-cat]

Lover's Curse Chapter Thirty Nine - Love Alone

Mare

I stand there for far too long, staring at the trapdoor in heart-pounding silence. My lips are warm. So are my cheeks.

Lightning Girl.

Love is meaningless. Love didn’t stop Maven from letting me whither to bones. It didn’t stop me from humiliating Cal when it served my interests. And it didn’t stop Iris from trapping me in a new cage of silence.

Love is never enough.

What spurred her, then, to stand as she did? To shield me against her mother and pretend they might fight on my behalf? Is there another word I should use for her?

Or do I not understand what love is?

“You can be smitten on the way.” Rosalie nudges me forward, chuckling. “For now, let’s get moving.”

Silly. I inch away from the exit, head light and chest aflutter. This is no time to fantasize. “So where does this tunnel lead?”

“I’m not sure.” Her head tilts. “My guess is somewhere outside the city walls, perhaps near a village or river. Might lead outside the country. Or even . . . “ Her voice hushes. “Further.”

“What do you mean?”

“A place I can practice in the open.” Rosalie stares into the distance, cheeks flushed. “Where my abilities can be taught and examined without fear of retribution.”

Montfort.

I sigh. “Do what you want. I, for one, am returning to Whitefire.”

“To your lover.” Her tone is soft, matter of fact, but I bristle anyway. “You could bring him with you, if you wanted. There’s always room in my clinic.”

My lungs tighten. No. He’d never agree to it. And even if he did . . .

Maven won’t bargain for her.

My cheeks burn. So what? I don’t need him. This only proves what I knew all along, and Colors I needed the reminder. He’s not on my side.

Never will be.

A shadow leaps from wall to wall, striking closer with each breath. Rosalie flattens against me, scrambling for a weapon where none lies. Healers make for poor soldiers.

So do prisoners.

Darkness sharpens to depth and dimension as the shadow glides into focus. Eleanora brandishes her gun, then halts. “Rosie?”

“Elle.” Rosalie softens. “I can explain.”

It’s pointless. Their worlds rotate around different axises, too off-kilter to ever be joined. Rosalie should save herself the heartache.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong to do this behind your back, but I can’t--” She clutches her heart. “I can’t live like this! Tell me you feel it. Tell me I’m not alone.”

Eleanora hesitates. However much she loves Rosalie, this is her home. Iris didn’t join me when I asked, and why would she?

Love is never enough.

But she steps forward, gun discarded, throwing an arm around Rosalie’s shoulder. “You’re never alone, Rosie. Besides.” She shrugs. “Never fit in here anyway.”

Talk drifts to memories, private jokes I’ve not the context to understand. I should be happy for them. Should laugh and smile along, not cling to the walls in misery. Should do anything but curse that she is here and Iris is not.

Of course she stayed behind. Of course her family came first. Of course my loneliness is secondary to the army marching ever-nearer, of course I am alone, of course, of course, of course.

“They kept asking if we were sisters.” Eleanora rolls her eyes. “I’d grab her by the collar, kiss her passionately and say--”

“We’re twins.” They laugh.

My heart clenches. I’ll never have that. Never know what it’s like to trust someone so thoroughly.

I look away.

The shadows taunt me, embracing each other in the pale turquoise light of the moss. They know no shame. They know no hatred. Their affection is pure, longing without the need to take or destroy.

I’d told Cenra Maven would come for me, and held up the attack as proof. But I’ve no way of knowing if it’s his doing. And it doesn’t matter. He isn’t worth my tears, my anguish, my obsession, this desperate longing, for someone, anyone to--

I still.

I could’ve sworn . . .

No. That’s impossible.

But in the shadows, something glints, so quick I might have imagined it, something . . .

Blue.

“Hello.” Fingers brush along my arm, slow, tender, and so inviting it burns. Maven meets my eyes with a wry smile. “Did you miss me?”

[ezzydean]

your boyfriend’s best friend

Cal told me to write one of two things.  I wrote both.

“Your boyfriend’s best friend is unfairly attractive.”  Asahi settles on the floor next to Tobio.  They’re both sweaty and gross from their run but Tobio hands over a glass of cool lemonade and Asahi happily accepts it.  Tobio inches away just a little and a few years ago that would have worried Asahi but nowadays he knows it’s just because they’re both just this side of uncomfortably hot and Tobio is trying to give them a little more room to cool down.  It’s nothing more than that.

“My boyfriend’s best friend is an annoying jerk with no concept of personal space,” Tobio grumbles back as said boyfriend and boyfriend’s best friend hover over the game system on the other side of the living room.  There’s no jealousy in Tobio’s voice.  Not that Asahi can notice anyway.  Just an irritated sort of fondness.  A little bit like how Tobio sounds when he’s talking to Hinata about Tsukishima.

“Okay.  Fair I suppose.  But he is unfairly attractive.”

Tobio glances at him.  “Is there such a thing as just ‘fairly’ attractive?  As in like the opposite of unfairly?”

“Is this going to turn into a debate like whether or not you can just be ‘whelmed’?”  They both look up at Kenma’s voice.  Asahi scratches his neck sheepishly and Tobio huffs.  “Because if it is then I am going to have to ask you to move it somewhere else.  Like the kitchen.  Or bedroom.  Because A) I am not cleaning up the living room again like last time and B) Kuro and I are going to play my new game.”  He looks between them.  “Understood?”

Asahi’s cheeks flush and Tobio huffs again.  Kenma turns away from them to go back to the television and Asahi can’t help but stare.  Not at Kenma, not really.  Only just in comparison to his best friend, Kuroo.  Where Kenma is slight and lean Kuroo is wider and muscled.  It’s not nearly as noticeable until moments like now.  When Kuroo is standing with his hands on his hips, showing off his wide shoulders and arm muscles in his loose tank top, and Kenma is standing beside him looking almost tiny in his matching tank top.

Tobio elbows Asahi.  “You’re staring.”

“Unfairly attractive,” Asahi mutters back at him.

Kenma lets out a happy noise and hurries over to the couch they’re sitting in front of, easily slipping between them and onto the couch.  Tobio lets out a grunt and Asahi glances over.  Kenma is wrapped around Tobio like a koala, legs around his chest and elbows propped up on his shoulders, looking pleased as can be.  Tobio holds his arm out, glass of lemonade splashing dangerously in his hand, until Kenma settles.

“Sit down Kuro,” Kenma demands, gesturing towards the spot behind Asahi.  “Let’s play.”

Kuroo still has a smile on his face from Kenma when he meets Asahi’s gaze, eyes sparkling and playful, and Asahi just… melts at the sight.  Seriously his insides do something gooey and mushy and he would swear that his heart is beating a hundred times faster than usual.  And it’s not just because of the sight of Kuroo and all his sleek muscles strolling across the living room towards Asahi.  Though that certainly doesn’t help his heart rate any.

Kuroo smiles at Asahi as he reaches the couch.  “Is this seat taken?”  Asahi shakes his head and starts to move but Kuroo waves at him.  “Just stay.  I can sit behind you if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Asahi mumbles.  He can feel his face heat up as Kuroo practically crawls over him onto the couch and wriggles around to get comfortable behind him.

The game starts up and Asahi stares blankly at the colors and lights on the screen for a good twenty minutes, just thinking about Kuroo crawling over him and the smile on his face and the playful glint in his eyes, until Tobio nudges him and he looks over with wide eyes.

Kenma suddenly leans down, inches from Asahi’s face, and says, “He’s single please put me out of my misery and ask him out.”  Then he leans back and just like that he’s engrossed in his game once again.

Asahi glances shyly over his shoulder and Kuroo meets his gaze, cheeks flushed but eyes sparkling brightly.