#i love falling asleep to the last unicorn and waking up to the buzz of static

[sleepyspacecadet]

honestly spending all my time that i'm not studying on moving back towards physical media and away from the Horrors has really really really really really been helping me cope.

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) FanFic

Summary: After leaving Colombia and the DEA for good, Javier Peña lives a completely different life that he never expected: He's married to Isa, has a beautiful little girl, Elvira, and the perfect suburban house with a mortgage he will be paying for the rest of his life. But when he discovers a shady company acting as a front for the Mexican cartels he has to team up with his old colleagues and relive the old Javi he thought died when he gave up the gun and the badge. How will he protect his family from the violence and the horrors he thought forgotten? And how can he avoid falling again into the old habits?

A/N: Hi! This is my first ever ever Fanfic! That’s how crazy Javi Peña got me. I love his character so much and, though I really love his arc on the show, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happens after, so this is my take. This is no beta’d so it comes from my Spanish speaking brain directly to you, I’ve revised BUT surely there are mistakes, sorry!

Warnings: Domestic Javi (yep that’s a warning), smoking, mentions of anxiety, mention of violence (later chapters, I think this one hasn’t), swearing, very light smut (a bit of masturbation, kisses and all the nice stuff). Cursive for internal thoughts. Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, thanks!

Word count: 1,5k

El conticinio

Spanish. noun: Hour in the night where everything is in silence.

He stops the car at the side of the road. The neighborhood is calm, almost dead silent at midnight. It’s a small moment of peace, interrupted only by the annoying buzz stuck inside his brain. Javier puts his face on the steering wheel, focusing only on his breathing, 4 seconds each time.

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Sometimes he wishes it could always be midnight, when he’s able to stop thinking, when nobody knows him or expects something from him. Just be able to breath and leave his head empty. Finally, he stands up ready to face reality again and grabs his jacket from the copilot seat, and gets out of the car. He takes a deep breath inhaling the scent of the recently cut grass and the neighbor’s pool’s chlorine. He guesses that this counts as “breathing fresh air” as the doctor suggested in order to de-stress, but, God, Javi does want the toxic air of a cigarette inside his chest.

He had stolen an almost empty packet of Marlboros from one of the jerks at the office. Fuck him and fuck my lungs he thinks while lighting one. He gives it a long drag, the nicotine kicking fast and he sighs when the smoke gets out of him, he can even picture part of the shit that pollutes him exiting his body. It’s like an exorcism; one that he would have to do many times a day if he really wants to expel all his demons, and one that would eventually kill him.

He finishes smoking in silence in front of the house. His home is a two-story, white painted house that he will be paying for more years than he expects to live.

Savoring the last puff he throws it on the pavement and steps on it before heading inside. He tries not to make any sound when he enters his home. Leaving the jacket and the shoes in the kitchen, he sees the rest of lasagna waiting for him on the table carefully covered with cling-film. Surely Isa thought he was coming earlier and that he would be hungry, suddenly he feels a little bit guilty. He had forgotten to call her and warn her.

Carefully he climbs the stairs trying not to step on any toy. Elvi is a good kid, but she can create a mess in an instant and leave the house as if a tornado had come in. To the right, the pinkish light shines of stars and moons all over Elvira's room. She hugs her unicorn plush and sleeps with her lips parted, peacefully. Javi gets in the room and kisses his daughter softly on her crown and runs his fingers through her dark and soft hair. She smells of Johnson&Johnson shampoo and that sweet particular scent that is only hers and that reminds him of when she was just a baby.

Inhale

Exhale

Fuck I missed her. He should be arriving earlier so he can see her awake and hug her tight and listen to whatever she did during the day. He certainly enjoys watching those big brown eyes shine bright when he comes through the door. A warm feeling he thought he would never feel or certainly that he doesn’t deserve to have. But here they are; a suburban family. Who would have thought?

He approaches the master room up front less enthusiastically. He doesn’t want to wake his wife up. Elvira is aware of his absence but she is content with whatever attention her dad gives her, and for now, Javier is the greatest father in the world. Winning the title for “greatest husband” is a tougher task.

The small light on her nightstand illuminates Isabel asleep tugged under the covers like a small ball, with her knees close to her chest. She breathes slowly, her long black hair over the pillows, he is tempted to kiss her head as he did with his child but the docile and sweet image of his wife sleeping is a completely different version of her being awake. He just turns off the lamp and proceeds to undress in complete silence. The bed creaks under his weight and she moves a little but continues to sleep soundly when Javi gets under the covers. His back hurts when the tightness in his muscles begins to soften over the mattress.

"You're late" Isa says her voice muffled by the pillows.

"Shh, I'm home, good night" Javi whispers to calm her.

With her eyes still closed she turns sluggishly towards him and passes her left arm over his chest resting her head on his shoulder.

"Where were you?"

"I had to stay for an op"

He pats her hair and adjusts himself to find a comfortable position, his lower back killing him with every movement.

"An op?" She opens her eyes abruptly. Shit. He could have said any other thing; he could’ve lied as it’s begging to be the routine.

"Just to counsel" he closes his eyes to make her understand that the conversation is over.

"To counsel you had to stay until late at night?" She is raising her head now, eyes fixed on him squinting.

"Well, raids are usually at the most inconvenient time, you know" Bad time to play smartass, Peña he thinks

"Javi..." The room is dark but he can sense her honey eyes turn greenish, it happens every time she gets mad.

"I swear"

She rubs his belly softly and lays her head again on his chest with a grunt. For a moment he thinks she has decided to leave it there, but she brushes her nose and lips over his neck, smelling him.

"You have smoked" he tries to ignore her by faking being asleep, but she taps him on his right shoulder.

"Javier"

"They were smoking in the car"

"What?" She sits on the bed, arms crossed over her chest

"Elvira's sleeping, don't shout" he hushes her knowing damn well it’s going to get her even madder.

"That's two lies you've told me in less than 2 minutes, Javier"

"I'm not lying" he arises a little with a grunt. Here we go again, shit

"You told me that: one" she raises one finger "you were going to counsel the police from time to time. And now you tell me you were on a raid? And second" she raises another finger "you think that I'm an idiot that I don't know that you've smoked?" Isa turns to face him, she frowns and Javier can feel her feet tapping nervously under the sheets.

When he doesn’t answer right away she adds "you know what the doctor said"

"I know"

"Then?"

Javier knows better as to answer that with any kind of excuse. He knows also why she gets that angry at him; she cares, deeply. She loves you, idiot, don’t know why or how it happened, but she does, he thinks

He approaches her stroking her arms, and resting his head on the space between her collar bone and her neck. She is stiff and doesn’t react to his touch. Her face contorted with her gaze avoiding him.

"I'm sorry" he kissed her earlobe. “Really sorry” he repeats, with every apology he plants a kiss on her frown, her cheeks, her nose and her lips.

"So very sorry" he brushes softly his lips over hers but she closes hers tightly.

Sighing, Javier hugs her from the side and draws circles with his fingers over her cleavage and then trails downwards over her sternum to finally place his hand on her stomach. “I should have told you. I apologize, Isa” He begins to rub his palm over her hips bones and the hem of her silk nightgown comes higher and higher revealing her underwear.

"You have some nerve" Isabel blurts out, but Javi can feel her heart already beating faster.

"Let me make up for it" Javier strokes the lace elastic band of her panties with his index finger. His brown dark eyes look at her expecting her refusal, but she bites her lower lip and moves her hips against him impatiently. Her husband rushes to kiss her and this time she parts her lips welcoming him with eager moans.

"I’m still mad" she moans

One of Javi’s hands softly brushes her core over the fabric feeling her heat and arousal.

"I think you've missed me" he grins on her ear.

Isabel rolls her eyes at his proud expression and shuts him up crushing her lips onto his, savoring him with her tongue.

Javier increases his touch slipping her panties to the side. But suddenly, Isa takes control and straddles him; her eager kisses cover their moans while she lowers her hands towards his briefs.

"Don't ever lie to me again"

"Yes, ma'am"

[jeserai]

"Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait" because this is adora

38. Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait

aka 5 times they were gay and didnt realize it, and the one time they finally realized

Catra can’t stop staring at Adora’s hair. She’d cut it boyishly short as the summer heat wore on and now the golden strands just barely curl against the back of her neck. Freckles dot the skin of her shoulders and neck and Catra kind of wants to connect the dots with her finger to see what constellations they’ll make, kind of wants to kiss each one to count them all. Either way, she doesn’t move.

1—

It’s been a longer day than usual and Catra is quite honestly exhausted, ready to get off campus and head home and sleep. She’s just getting to the car when her phone buzzes in her pocket, and usually, she’d ignore it—but it buzzes in the custom pattern she has for Adora, so she checks the message immediately and responds just as quick.

Adora: :(

Catra: gimme 15 min princess

Adora doesn’t respond, but she reads the message right away; so Catra pockets her phone and makes a quick detour to McDonald’s to get what she calls Adora’s Bad Day meal: a McDouble, medium fries, medium mango smoothie, and an apple pie. While she waits for the food, she tries to think of what could be wrong—and, oh. She probably got back the results on the test she’d studied so hard for recently. Knowing Adora, she did well too; she’s just so goddamn hard on herself sometimes.

When the food comes, Catra texts Adora again to let her know she’s on the way, then speeds home and finds Adora curled up in bed, eyes closed. “Hey, babe. Bad day?”

Adora nods and Catra sits down beside her, placing the food on the bedside table and waiting for Adora to sit up so she can wrap an arm around her and hold her close. Adora doesn’t speak, and Catra doesn’t push, just holds her safe and quiet until Adora decides she’s ready for words again.

2—

In her sophomore year, when Catra still lived in the dorms, she spent so much time at Adora’s that they joked that she was her third roommate. They walked home together after classes almost every day, studied together on the couch, had dinner and watched TV until passing out, curled under the thick fleece blanket Adora brought down from her room. By now, Catra has long since learned where all of the utensils and cooking supplies are kept, and where to put the blankets when they’re done with them, and most importantly, how to work the oven.

The first time Adora invites her up to her room isn’t until the end of the school year, and Catra doesn’t think it’s a big deal, until Bow barges in and ends up just staring with wide eyes at the sight of them sitting on opposite sides of the bed, each on their own laptops and enjoying the other’s silence.

“What is it, Bow?” Adora asks without looking up. Catra would be proud of how hard her friend is working if she didn’t already know that Adora had been online shopping for the past fifteen minutes.

“You—just. You have someone in your room. You never do that.”

“Yeah, well...Catra’s just special.”

“About time you admit it,” Catra grumbles, yelping as Adora kicks her. But Adora’s laughing, and that makes Catra smile too, and she doesn’t even notice the way Bow slips out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

3—

It’s almost Thanksgiving break of their junior year, and when Adora calls her mom to make sure someone remembers to pick her up from the train station, it’s Mara that answers. “Hey, brat,” she says, sticking her tongue out at the camera. Adora sticks her tongue out right back, trying not to laugh because she’s supposed to still be mad at Mara for hanging up on her after their last call.

“Where’s mama?”

“In the kitchen, making dinner for her favorite daughter, of course. Oh, tell Catra hi.”

From the floor, Catra calls out, “Hey, Mara,” and Adora ignores the way Mara is grinning at her now.

“Are you picking me up from the station, or should I ask mama?”

“Hm. I don’t know, I’ll be out—”

“I haven’t even said when I’m coming!”

Mara winks and then twists around, and Adora watches as she passes the camera to Razz, smiling wide at the sight of adoptive mother. “Hi, mama!”

“Oh, how are you, dearie?”

“I’m good—”

“I am too, Razz,” Catra interjects. Adora holds out the phone so Razz can see Catra, studying on the floor at her feet.

“C’yra! Are you coming home with Adora too?”

Very matter-of-factly, Catra says, “I don’t know, I wasn’t invited.”

“Of course you’re invited, dearie! You’re always welcome here, you know that!”

“I know, Razz, I was just teasing Adora—you know, she still hasn’t invited me?”

“What! Don’t put that on me, you—” Catra twists around and grins at Adora, and god, she’s never hated her more.

“I’m surprised she didn’t invite you, you’re all she ever talks about,” Mara cuts in.

“Oh really now?”

“Oh my god, Mara, shut up!”

“Be nice, Adora. Your sister is just telling the truth.”

Catra’s smile is absolutely devious at Razz’s words, and Adora feels her cheeks go pink as she asks what exactly Adora’s been talking about. Before Mara can begin to speak, Adora grabs her phone and hangs up.

“Not a word, or you’re uninvited.”

“You never officially invited me, so…”

Adora decides then that she absolutely hates Catra.

4—

The first time Catra comes home with Adora for break is...interesting, to say in the least. Razz is usually super chill with who stays over at the house, but she’s made up the spare room and told Adora in a stern voice that Catra will be sleeping in her room and that Adora will take the spare. Mara is home too; she and Catra take an immediate liking to each other, bonded over sharing embarrassing Adora stories and baby pictures. Even Razz falls for Catra quick, and Adora rolls her eyes with a smile every time her mom calls Catra “my dear” and piles more food onto her plate every night at dinner.

But she can’t say she’s any different; she shows Catra all around the town she grew up in, takes her to all of her old haunts: the ice skating rink, the movie theater by the river, the bowling alley that they used to celebrate Christmas at every year when she was growing up. She shows her the best ice cream place in town, and her high school, and they go on a whim to the new escape room that’s just popped up.

Catra loves all of it, but she especially loves teasing Adora with Mara, because of course she does.

“Adora, you never told me about your thing for horses,” she says one night after dinner. They’re curled up in Adora’s bed watching youtube videos on Catra’s laptop, Adora half asleep and not really paying attention. She keeps dozing off on Catra’s shoulder and shaking herself awake—the third time she woke up, she realized that Catra turned the volume way down low so as to not wake her.

“I did not have a thing for horses! Whatever Mara told you, she lied.”

“And I suppose she made up the Christmas letter you wrote Santa asking for a talking rainbow unicorn pegasus?”

Adora struggles to sit up, still sleepy, and Catra pushes her back down easily. “Relax, princess, I’m just teasing you. It’s cute—and if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure I asked Santa to be able to turn into a cat so I could get away with not doing chores.”

After a moment, Adora lets Catra push her back down; she tries to settle down on the pillow Catra isn’t using, but her friend makes a disgruntled noise and guides her head back to her shoulder before unpausing the video.

Adora falls asleep like that, to Catra’s quiet breaths and warmth and the quiet drone of the video she’s watching. When she wakes up in the middle of the night, they’ve both been tucked in, and though she must be uncomfortable, Catra has left her there, head pillowed by her shoulder. It’s probably the best sleep Adora’s had in years.

5—

Adora meets Catra—officially—in her freshman English class.

They’ve been reading Romeo and Juliet for the past few weeks and today the teacher decides that since no one’s actually reading it at home, that they’ll read outloud, acting out the play to the best of their abilities. It feels very high schoolish, but Adora doesn’t mind so long as she doesn’t get a character with a lot of speaking parts.

So of course, she gets assigned Juliet.

The teacher assures those with large speaking parts that they’ll switch out every so often so that everyone gets a chance to read—they’ll switch every page or two.

The Romeo that speaks before Adora’s turn is Catra. She doesn’t know her name then; all she knows is that her Romeo slouches in her seat, has wild brown hair and reads in a monotone voice.

Until—

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim,” Adora says, and out of the corner of her eye, she sees her Romeo straighten and turn to look at her, “lips that they must use in prayer.”

All of a sudden, it’s like a new person reading. This time her voice comes out low and smooth, and Adora can practically hear her smirk as she says, “Oh then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, they pray—grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

The glance her Romeo flashes her makes Adora’s cheeks go pink, and she’s read this play enough times to know what comes next, but she’s sure the way her voice shakes will just play into character more. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”

“Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” and now her Romeo is standing, coming close to her, sitting easily on her desk as she leans in close to continue, “thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

And then, by the book, she kisses her.

(The whole class loves it, and Adora cannot stop blushing and sneaking glances at her Romeo for the rest of class. Whenever their gazes meet—which happens often—her Romeo just gives her that shit-eating grin again, and though the whole encounter shouldn’t matter that much, Adora finds herself intrigued. Especially since her Romeo just shrugs and tells the teacher that she was “just getting into character” when asked.

She finds out later that her name is Catra, and that despite the bold persona she put on for class, she’s actually quite shy and easily flustered. But she is warm, and familiar, and they get along so well that Adora is honestly surprised she hasn’t known Catra all her life.)

1—

Catra can’t stop staring at Adora’s hair. She’d cut it boyishly short as the summer heat wore on and now the golden strands just barely curl against the back of her neck. Freckles dot the skin of her shoulders and neck and Catra kind of wants to connect the dots with her finger to see what constellations they’ll make, kind of wants to kiss each one to count them all. Either way, she doesn’t move.

“You know what Mara asked me when she called yesterday?” Adora suddenly asks.

Catra startles and blinks; when she comes back into focus, she finds that Adora has rolled over to look at her. She’s got a faint smile on her lips, the one that she reserves solely for when Catra does something dumb, and after a pause for a beat too long, Catra remembers what Adora had said and asks, “What?”

“She asked me how you were doing. Or—no, she asked ‘how’s your girlfriend’, and when I said I didn’t have a girlfriend, she said she meant you.”

“Dork,” Catra mutters, and when Adora sticks her tongue out, Catra wiggles closer to her just to poke her forehead. “Tell your sister I’m doing good, if not dying in the heat.”

“We’ve only got two weeks left before we go home, you’ll live.” But Adora is frowning sympathetically at Catra’s curls, frizzy and wild from the oppressive heat. As much as they’re loving their vacation to Aruba, the heat is not doing it for either of them.

“Come here, I’ll—” Adora stands, brushing sand from her knees before sitting behind Catra. With a grumble, Catra sits up as well and closes her eyes as Adora begins to run her fingers through her hair, gently detangling it the best she can with her fingers. Once she’s satisfied, she begins to braid it—and she’s done this enough that the processes is over quick even with the thick unruliness of Catra’s hair. When she’s done, Catra leans back into her and like clockwork, Adora’s arms come round to wrap around her waist. Catra tries to ignore the way her back presses into Adora’s chest, tries to ignore the way Adora’s fingers are toying with the hem of her shorts, tries to ignore the way her heart is racing double time in her chest.

“I just thought it was funny, what Mara said.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, just…” Adora shrugs and rests her chin on Catra’s shoulder, “she’s not the only one that does that, you know. Everyone thinks we’re dating even though we’re just best friends, and I—”

Adora cuts herself off so abruptly that Catra reluctantly pulls away from her, turning around to look her in the eye. “And you what?”

Adora frowns, chewing on her lip as she thinks, and she reaches out blindly for one of Catra’s hands to hold as she thinks. Catra lets her, staying quiet and stroking her thumb across Adora’s knuckles; she knows that Adora needs time to think through and process whatever’s on her mind, that she’ll speak when she’s ready. So she waits. She’d always wait.

And finally: “And I...I think I kind of love you, in every way that there is to love.”

Oh.

“Are you going to...say something?” Adora asks. She seems hesitant, unsure, and god, of course she would.

“Adora, you’re...you know how I am with words, but. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I think I always will. I don’t know when I realized, but…” Catra shakes her head, giving up on words to just stare. Because Adora, her golden, summer-freckled, sun-burnt Adora, loves her. “We’ve known each other for only what, four years? But it feels like—”

“Forever,” Adora finishes. Catra reaches out just as Adora collapses into her, and on the summer beach in Aruba, they kiss for the second time. As Adora sighs against her lips and slots their fingers together, Catra thinks that this, this is the final puzzle piece, finally slipped into place.

(The next day, when Razz asks how Adora’s girlfriend is, Adora very smugly reports that she’s good. Catra finally lets herself kiss the beauty mark on Adora’s shoulder, and relaxes into her as Mara and Razz begin to interrogate her about what happened.

And finally, Catra realizes that this is what it feels like to finally come home.)

[skeletorific]

I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Skeleton

The name changes. To some its known as Reaper’s Grind. To others, Bones and Brew. To still others, MarshMarrow. It depends who’s in charge that month. Regardless of the name, it is always painted in black script on a driftwood sign, carved so that it appears to be cradled by giant skeleton hands.

Most see this sign and assume its some kind of Halloween or Goth themed establishment. However, the caffeine addicted of the city know there’s no better place to get your fix. As long as your willing to put up with the quirks of the owners.

The cafe is a cozy space, varying levels of clean depending on who’s on staff. The walls are beige, with abstract murals of black paint covering the walls. Frequent patrons will notice that the murals seem to expand as time goes on. Every now and then they’ll come in to the walls completely blank, having apparently been painted over, only to start again. Rumor has it that if you squint you can make out swear words, or even bad jokes in the design. Squinting is not encouraged. There is also a shelf of books for customers to peruse or even purchase. Mostly trashy romance novels for reasons no one has ever been able to figure out, as well as joke books, science textbooks, car magazines, and, most bewilderingly, puzzle theory. 

The cafe has 8 owners, usually with only two or three on staff at a time. They all look so similar that most believe they’re related. Some will even call each other “brother” or “bro”, which seems to confirm it, but everyone worries it’d be racist to ask.

Papyrus is usually on staff in the mornings, which is a good thing. He’s a bright and perky presence to start your day with, and he does his best to create a welcoming environment for those on their way to an early morning commute. He specializes in perk ups, something to get help you shake off those last remnants of sleep while preventing those midmorning crashes. He’ll usually try to coax customers into the healthier versions. “REALLY, ALMOND MILK IS MUCH BETTER FOR YOU!” He also is very good at remembering small details about his regulars. Some of them come to depend on him as a daily reminder to take their meds. Now if only he was better at remembering names...he tends to come up with nicknames for people he sees a lot and they stick with him more than their actual names. An absolute sweetheart who keeps the store spotless, but if he tries to get you to sample his latest pastry invention, politely decline.

Sans is a less energetic presence to be sure (he can usually be found asleep and propped up in some corner if no one on shift bothers to wake him up), but he’s also a well-liked staple of the cafe. He has an easy, laid-back small talk that can set even the most agoraphobic introvert at ease, and writes bad jokes on coffee cups. His coffee is mostly pretty basic stuff, but if you know him well and ask him for the secret stuff....well, you’d be be prepared to deal with the fallout. That particular menu option is the last resort of grad students trying to get through their thesis. The effects are somewhere between Red Eye and Speed. One girl reported a full week of being unable to close her eyes, by the end of which she could taste color and was carrying on active conversations in a language that she did not know. It is varying levels of legal depending on who you ask. Just dont narc. And don’t ask in front of his brother. 

Its easy to tell when Red is on the clock, his motorcycle is easily the most ostentatious thing in the parking lot. So much so that he insists on a two parking spot bubble around it to avoid scratches. He also refuses to take off his leather jacket, wearing it over his uniform. No apron. Not a fuckin chance. His customer service is at best ehhh (unless he considers you attractive, in which case, prepare your flirtatious barista fantasies), but the boy makes a pumpkin spice latte so good it should be illegal. Spiced drinks as a whole are his specialty. When fall and winter roll around he brings customers in like flies to honey to get a taste of it, and it make the cafe smell amazing. Don’t tell anyone but he has a habit of “forgetting” to make people pay for their coffee when they look like they’re having a rough time. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he’s kind of a softie. Abysmal cleaning, and he’s usually making drinks for himself on the clock, but once you get to know the guy, he’s a pretty good dude. Also his music taste is fire and the cafe playlist gets infinitely better whenever he’s on staff.

Edge is a different story. While all of them technically own the store in equal parts and no one is legally in charge, it was pretty quickly discovered that mixing Edge with customer service was a recipe for disaster. So he takes on a more managerial role, dealing with finance, shipment, rent, and advertising deals. Everything needed to keep the place afloat. When he’s on shift (and he usually is), he can generally be found in the office unless the place is absolutely slammed. Though he’s not much for dealing with customers, he’s excellent at making gourmet drinks. His skills were made for Instagram. He also has just a biiiit of a soft spot for the kids that sometimes come in,  and may have quietly slipped in some more child friendly options to the bookshelf, as well as a couple action figures that Red swears look familiar. 

If you want a high octane burst without risking your life, Blue is your guy. I mean, the dude’s practically a walking five hour energy. He is more than generous with his definition of what a shot is, and blends in truly irresponsible amounts of sugar and sweetner for an extra kick. Kids naturally love the insanely sweet taste but it is not recommended that parents let them finish a full sized one. If Edge is on the clock he will straight up slap it out of his hands before people start bouncing off the walls. Blue is also incredibly sweet and friendly with the customers, and has amassed a decent sized collection of regulars who only became regulars due to a crush on him. He flirts shamelessly but never lets it go too far.

Stretch likes doing novelty drinks. Did someone say Unicorn Frappucinnos? The weirder and more poorly conceived the better. He also does most of the baking for the cafe. Muffet taught him a lot about pastries back underground, although it took a while to make the transition from spider carcasses to just...you know, normal flour. He switches the menu up a lot when he gets bored of making the same thing, although for some reason corndogs are always an option. The kitchen really is the best place for him. Leaving him unattended on the front tends to lead to miscief, especially if his brother is there to egg him on. He’ll loosely detach his hand only to enjoy the horrified looks when it pops off as he hands a drink to the customer. They get more negative Yelp reviews that way, but a lot of customers enjoy his sense of humor. He has absolutely tried to pull the Salt and Pepper diner bit by editing the playlist for the cafe 

Black is a bit of an odd duck in the cafe. He doesn’t have the patience to sit still long enough for managerial responsibilities. He’s terrible with customer service. His drinks arent bad, but the coffee is as black as his soul regardless of what they actually ordered. Even when forced to make something a little less straightforward he makes it incredibly bitter, because to him, coffee should never be sweet! If you don’t want bitter, don’t get coffee!! some wonder why the others even bother to let him on staff. But Black’s role is vital. Its inevitable that asshole customers pop up in a coffee shop. Entitled, being a dick to either the other baristas or even other customers. And this is where Black shines. Come hell or highwater he can get any customer out in less than a minute with little to no scene, both reducing the time they’re  in the store and the risk that watching the altercation might cause an anxiety spike in one of their customers. He just up and carts them out of the store, then returns a few moments later, quietly checking in on everyone involved to make sure no one was hurt or too shaken up. When asked what happens to these guys the only thing Black will ever say is “NOTHING YOU CAN PROVE”. He also keeps the place spotless. May or may not help Blue and Stretch with the pranks, though he’ll deny it to the bitter end.

While Blue may lowkey flirt with a few and Red may highkey flirt with a lot, Rus is flirting with everyone. No, seriously. Everyone. Not being creepy, but chances are you’re leaving with red cheeks that have nothing to with the hot drink in your hand. He’s fairly popular for precisely this reason, though very few have ever gotten a serious date out of it. The man makes a mean cappucinno, great herbal  teas and has those smoky bedroom eyes. There’s buzz that he’s also the one responsible for the ever evolving mural, though he never confirms it. Rus takes far too many smoke breaks and doesn’t clean worth a damn but is responsible for nearly half of their consistent customer base. He has a sixth sense for creeps. If he sees a date going on where one of them is looking exceedingly uncomfortable, he can effortlessly swoop in and charm the pants off them until the other asshole leaves in frustration. If he sees someone looking nervous he has ways of subtly getting out of them what the problem is. And if he ever gets the vibe that someone is being harassed he may or may not sic Black onto them without batting an eye. Much as he seems not to give a damn about anything regarding work, Rus takes it as a minor point of pride that their cafe is a safe space for people to get away from it all, if only for a couple minutes.

Bonus:

Axe is their maintenance man who comes in whenever equipment breaks, while Crooks is the night janitor who will often come in with his brother on daytime calls. Both of them are a bit too...unstable for regualar shift jobs. Maintenance positions allows them to be on their own if they need to be and generally avoid stressful triggers. Still, Crooks loves the cafe. On his good days he helps Stretch with the baking, and when the day is really slow Blue and Papyrus will teach him how to mix drinks. Axe is a little more grumbly about it but even he admits its kind of a calm space to be in. The man drinks exculsively black coffee though so he kind of misses out on most of the menu. When he’s in a good mood he competes with Red over flirting with customers. 

Special thanks to @jezziconvair who gave me the idea for a lot of the drink specialities and who Tumblr isn’t letting me tag for some reason!

[ravens-rambling]

Loved (part 2)

A/N: I know this isn’t what I said I was gonna do but I had most of this written and thought this would work perfectly in with this little series so idk take another part

this idea came from thomas’s Q and A live stream he did awhile ago and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVuvvf6k70c&t=4460s - go watch it if you haven’t its adorable

this properly isn’t as good as the others but eh I tried 

I’m already done with the final part that I said I was gonna do just got to edit it out so I should be able to post it in a few days! 

summary: They start to notice Virgil isn’t getting too much sleep lately so his family decides to step in and help! 

WC: 2,977 

ships: no ships just more family comfort <3 

warnings: hurt/comfort, touch starvation, sleep deprivation, so much fluff your teeth will fall out

Tag list: @frostedlover - if you want to be tagged in the future let me know! 

They all start to notice.

The past few days Virgil's sunken in cheeks and eyes. The fact that his skin was paler than normal. And that he wasn't eating as much as he did before, which Logan said was already pretty low amounts. That didn't settle well with Patton to see one of his kiddos suffering. He was the first one to notice the change in Virgil. And the first one to speak up about it.

"Virgil, kiddo, you doing okay?" He asked one-morning making breakfast and as of late Virgil there with him in the kitchen either tapping away at his phone or helping him get something. It bothered Patton that he was up this early. Normally he was the last to wake up out of all of them. He wanted to reach out and hold his hand but he could tell he wasn't up for any physical contact this time. Or really any time as of late.

Virgil simply shrugged and mumbled under his breath, "I'm fine Patton."

And that was that.

By the way, Virgil's tense shoulders were he could tell he was already done with this conversation.

Just thinking about how pale he looks now. How he's not eating enough. Sent Patton's bottom lip quiver in worry. He can't let this go on anymore. He has to do something to help his dark, strange son out.

At first, he tried to think up of a plan. But nothing he could think up would work for Virgil, he thought. Everything was just so...Patton and not Virgil. He knew he won't like any of his ideas.

So he turned to the rest of his family for help. 

He kept thinking that all he wants to do is hug his dark son but the scene flashed in his mind of just a few weeks ago. Patton trying to hug him through his attack and all that happened was more terrified screams coming from Virgil's mouth. It sent shivers down his spine as it kept flashing in his mind. All he can do is hold his hand at the moment...

Finally, he asked the question over dinner which to Patton's sorrow, Virgil didn't come down to eat with them. Now he's getting really worried about him. He really hopes that he's able to help him soon, one way or another. Virgil always joined them for dinner before...

"He for certain has signs of not getting enough sleep as of late. It could be his worries acting up again for whatever reason this time. I'm not certain how we can help him though. I have read recently that some psychologist has noticed in their patients that having something to represent their anxiety calms people down. Or maybe we can try-"

Before Logan finished his words Roman raised an eyebrow. "A physical representation of their anxiety? Does that really work?"

Logan adjusted his glasses a bit, "I'm not sure. It seems to work with some people. I'm not sure what that can be. It might not even be his own anxiety rather his body getting used to being touched, it might be adjusting to his new changes. Maybe having something there to help him through this is what he needs."

It brightened up Patton's heart to see the rest of his family care so much about Virgil. They have come so far in such little time. That's when it hit him.

"A plushie! We can give him a plushie!" Patton suddenly yelled out causing Roman to jump a bit.

"A plushie? I guess that would work." Logan simply said.

"Oh! I have a perfect plushie of dashing ol' me! We can give him that! Oh..wait it can't leave my room since I thought it up.."

"Roman, why do you have a plush of yourself?"

"Why to give to my fans of course! I've been meaning to take that idea to Thomas. You know people will die for it."

Before Logan could say anything back Patton shook his head. "No no. It needs to be more special than that. It needs to come from all of us."

"Oh yes something from the hearts of all of us! That way it would be like he is getting hugged by all three of us!"

"I assume then we are making this stuffed animal? Does anyone knows how to sew except for Virgil?" Logan said adjusting his glasses. He remembers that Virgil actually loves to sew, once he caught him sewing late at night in the living room. When he asked why he was doing it Virgil quietly mumbled that he liked to do it cause it kept his hands busy when he was stressed.

They both got dead quiet looking to the table before shrugging. Logan drew a long sigh before saying, "I do have some books about it in my room but I've never sewed myself before."

They both nodded and instantly got to brainstorming on what animal they are going to make. Of course not caring that none of them can't sew but they will learn if it means helping out their family member.

It didn't take long for Logan to find the books and was heading downstairs to find that Virgil's light was still on, seeping through from under the door. A light sigh escaped him. It even hurt him to see Virgil like that, despite the fact that he hates to even think about emotions. He truly hopes that this stuffed animal helps him out somehow... The only thing he could think of other then this is to sleep in the room with him and that won't work as any of them can be in his room for longer than a half hour. Plus that Virgil refuses to sleep downstairs unless he accidentally falls asleep, properly cause he only feels safe in his room. Another light sigh made his way past his lips as he made his way down the stairs and with a slight smile rushed forwards to help them two brainstorm some more.

It didn't take long before they came up with an idea. They were not kidding when they said they wanted it to be to have a part of all three of them. There was even a tiny bit of Virgil in it as well.

Once they were done brainstorming now it was the hard part. Before long it was a few hours into the night and they weren't even done making the legs. Logan checked the time and saw that it was close to midnight. Without even mentioning it he knew they were going to stay up all night making this. Silently he made a cup of coffee for each of them handing it over to them with a silent glance.

Their long night was already taking their toll on them. Patton suggested they turn on some TV just for background noise to which they all agreed. Luckily Steven Universe was playing on repeat which Patton was happy for.

At first, they were buzzing away, excitement leaking out of them, but now it was dead silent in the room. They were so concentrated and focused on their tasks at hand they didn't even think about talking to each other, that mixed with their now tiredness didn't help matters at all.

Logan read the instructions while making sure it was coming together right while Patton and Roman worked together to stitch up different parts of the animal together.

It was difficult work to say the least. How Virgil does this on his past time they didn't know. It only brought a small admiration to all of them now.

Before long the sun leaked into the large room. They all were dead silent now as they finished up the last touches. All of their eyes could barely stay open at this point, most of the coffee they had now gone.

With one final stitch, Patton squealed in delight as he finished it off. Roman and Logan groaned loudly as they flopped on the couch in defeat. Roman's hands twitched with soreness and Logan's head was killing him. Patton, on the other hand, was squealing and jumped off the couch only to jump around the room holding the stuffed animal close to his chest in delight.

Roman simply glanced at him in astonishment, "How do you still have energy?" Though he had a small smile on his face, proud of their accomplishment and glad to see Patton so happy.

Logan simply chuckled and glanced towards the time again, "8 AM.. We've been up all night.."

Patton stopped at that and whipped over, "Virgil's been getting up earlier lately. He might come down at any moment."

As if on cue they heard a door shut upstairs and a patter of footsteps. They quickly glanced at each other before eagerly getting to their feet. Within a moment Patton hid the plush behind his back and had a beaming smile on his face. Roman tried to mimic Patton but it only came out as a half smile through his exhaustion despite his excitement. Logan looked dead on his feet while he adjusted his glasses but he tried to look at least somewhat happy at this moment.

The familiar dark form of Virgil came down the stairs his eyes looking at his screen as he was scrolling through Tumblr and had a pair of headphones on. Though when he rounded the corner to see all the other sides staring at him with weird smiles he raised an eyebrow and paused his music. Before he could even open his mouth Patton shoved something in his face. Blinking his tired eyes his eyebrow only raised even more as he saw what it was.

Only confusion was in his gaze.

It was a poorly sewed up plush of a light blue cat wearing a white unicorn onesie with purple eyes holding a sword with a red handle. Virgil just blinked at it in shock his fogged up brain slowly clicking into what was before him. His eyes glanced up to their half-asleep faces then back at the plush only for it to slowly click into what they did.

A snort of a chuckle escaped from his lips as it did, "Oh my god guys..." He said through his chuckle taking the plush very gently in his hands as he was afraid one good movement and a stitch would come loose.

"I love it.." He was going to mention how poorly it was done but honestly, he didn't want to burst any of their bubbles on seeing their faces. A few tears were on the edge of his eyes as he hugged it against his chest.

"This... This is the nicest thing..I've ever gotten..from anybody..." A shaky sigh came from him, "Thank you, guys.." He didn't know what else to say as he glanced up again to see them all staring at him with beaming smiles and Patton about looking ready to bounce around the room in happiness.

"We're so happy you love it kiddo!"

"Yeah, Jack Smellington. You better of liked it." Roman winked at him.

"Well, I'm glad you do as well. We worked quite hard on it after all." Logan sighed as he walked over to the couch his eyes already failing to keep open.

Virgil now got guilty at seeing them this exhausted. They did this for him... They must have seen how tired he was and tried to help him... They grew worried for him...

He's never had to worry about people growing concerned for him. Certainly not enough to where they would stay up all night and make him something, and nothing like this. A few tears came from his eyes before he wiped it away. "I really am grateful but um..you three look like your going to pass out... Why don't you all sleep.." He eagerly said wanting the attention to be put off him.

He hoped when they wake up he won't feel as bad. As he glanced at Patton, that still huge dumb grin on his face, he could tell he wanted to hug him. His hands grabbed in the air by his sides and he kept inching towards him.

Gulping even more at that he ducked his head trying to avert his gaze from the other. He still felt bad that Patton can't hug him. He still wanted a hug from him that's for sure. His heartache was still there, ever present though it has gone down slightly from the past few weeks, he wasn't sure if he was ready for that quite yet.

As Patton saw Virgil looking embarrassed and shied away from him he frowned momentarily before a thought came in his mind. "Oh! Why don't we have a sleepover in the living room! Sure its the morning but since none of us got any sleep so why don't we sleep altogether!" He beamed at them.

Virgil chuckled at that, of course, Patton would want a sleepover. Though he was quite nervous about sleeping down here, he's only slept in his room only. He hoped he would be fine, he rather liked the idea of sleeping with them despite not cuddling with any of them.

Roman nodded eagerly at that and the next moment was heading up the stairs to get blankets and pillows.

Logan simply shrugged and started making room for them all through he was half asleep and making more messes then ever. Truthfully none of them cared about that at this moment though.

Virgil still held the plushie against his chest as before long Roman dragged tons of their blankets and pillows down the stairs, mostly coming from Patton's room as he had the most and the fluffiest out of the four. Though Roman made sure to grab some of Virgil's as well so he would feel safe sleeping in a place that's new. At seeing that Virgil's face drew up in a slightly bigger smile.

Before long there was a big empty space in the middle of their living room and blankets and pillows were tossed around to semi resemble a bed. As they all flopped down getting themselves comfy Virgil, though, didn't know where he could lay that was far enough from them but close enough so he could still be with them.

Patton smiled lightly as he saw Virgil fidgeting above him still holding the plush close to his chest. He looked like a young kid right then. Scooting over and throwing his blankets to his side he patted next to him, "Come on, Virge. It's alright."

Virgil gave a small nod before laying himself down his eyes looked longingly at Patton. All he wanted was to cuddle up into him, rest his head under his chin and breath in his scent. That ache in his chest came back at full force at that thought, so badly that his body shook a bit. Gulping he made grabby hands towards Patton's hands and gripped onto those so tightly he was sure it must have hurt Patton.

Quickly darting away he tried to mumble out an apology but Patton shook his head, "It's alright... Here.." He scooted a bit closer and with one hand held Virgil's hand the other one raised up into Virgil's purple hair massaging it.

A shuttered gasp drew out of Virgil's mouth causing Patton to quickly dart back, "Is that alright, Virge?"

Virgil's cheeks grew hotter as he shook his head, his hand left Patton as he gripped the hand that left his hair and plopped it back on top of his head. "P-Please.." Was all that could mumble out of Virgil's mouth. His cheeks were bright red at this point. That small touch sent fires through his body. But it wasn't scouring fires it was rather soft and gentle, almost like a fireplace.

Patton smiled gently as he started softly massaging his hair again chuckling slightly at the blush that showed up on Virgil's face. He looked too cute like that.

Soft shakes came from Virgil's body but a shy smile was on his face. He leaned his head more into the hand. Soon a soft moan came from Virgil's mouth which caused him to quickly close it and shuffle away.

To which Patton gave a soft giggle, "Aaww Virge... You're too cute! Come here.." He only leaned forward and ruffled his hair some more.

A few soft gasps escaped from him before he grew quiet, his other hand tightly gripping onto the plush as he slowly closed his eyes. Slowly he melted into the touch of the other all the tension leaving his body as he curled into a ball around the plush. And before long soft snores came from that corner.

Patton chuckled, even more, softer this time as he continued massaging his hair.

Roman peeked out from beside Patton and smiled brightly at the sight, "He is too adorable, isn't he? I guess our mission was a success." He pointed to the plush that was being hugged by him.

Logan quietly mumbled from the other corner, "It seems he is okay with his hair being touched now, one step ahead... Can we go to sleep now?"

The others chuckled before quietly saying yes. Patton was pretty sure Virgil didn't know the others were still awake. A soft smile was still on Patton's face as he saw how peaceful his kiddo looked. It warmed his heart that they were helping him out. Slowly he was getting over his fear. His body was slowly getting used to being touched. Sure Patton still wants to hug his dark son, right now he was itching to cuddle up against him, but he knew in due time he would be able to do just that. Even if it took years he will wait.

He wanted his son to be happy, no matter what, after all.

[sweetmusingss]

I smile softly after hearing what you said to me, being comforted by your words. I hated that you had to spend the last hour worrying about me and fussing over me when it was your birthday yet. I always wanted to make everything about you but especially on your birthday. I cuddled Mr. Unicorn close to my chest, intertwining our fingers as I let you spoon me. "You're welcome, Daddy. Thank you for letting me celebrate your birthday with you. I love you," I say softly. It wasn't long before I was falling asleep completely. I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare before turning over and nuzzling against your chest for comfort, muttering in my sleep before I woke up early in the morning. I lay there for a moment, just watching you sleep and running my fingers gently through your hair so I didn't wake you.

__

Frank's mouth went dry as he heard your words to him and he continued to blush, loving the idea of you taking his virginity. He knew that was definitely the case if you were really interested in taking it. He knew he wanted you so badly and there was no hiding it. He grinned back at you, loving that you paid attention to what he said and that you two had spent time actually genuinely getting to know each other. "If you bring them some new toys, they will forget about me instantly. Trust me," he chuckled a bit. "I know they will love you, though. Have you ever had a pet before?," he asked you curiously, knowing it was probably hard for you to have a pet with how much you traveled.

Seb barely woke up when you did in the middle of the night, always being the worst with that since he slept so soundly during the night, nothing ever waking him. He sleeps into the morning until his alarm goes off, Seb being such a sleeper and he knew if he didn't set an alarm to get himself up, he'd never make it upstate to see his mom with you. He groans sleepily, blindly reaching for his alarm and hitting the snooze button a few times before cuddling against you more, seeking out your body warmth, burying his face into your collarbone and sighing contently, almost falling back asleep instantly.

\

We spend the rest of the night talking and fooling around a bit more. I got Frank off once more with my mouth before we went to sleep, loving to see him come undone like that for me and how he begged and moaned for me. I woke up a little after 8 the next morning, my phone buzzing like mad on the bedside table, turning in Frank's arms gently so I didn't disturb him, seeing it was just my friends wondering where the hell I was but I couldn't be bothered. This was Frank's last day here, his flight was in the afternoon and I wanted to spend the morning with him, already telling him that I was gonna go with him to the airport. I text my bodyguard asking for some breakfast, telling him what we wanted before tossing the phone aside and turning back in Frank's arms. I wrap my arms around his middle, pulling him closer to me gently, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck and softly kissing along the tattoos there.

[booryanne]

I Just Miss You

For

Description: You and Jungkook just want to spend some time together, but life has been getting in the way.

Pairing: JungkookxReader, 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,336

“I know we had plans but I can’t make it tomorrow for lunch, baby. I’m so sorry.” Jungkook said.

You sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Again? This is the third time, Kook.” The reply came out a little sharper than you intended, so you continued.

“I just miss you…” You spoke into the phone quietly, feeling the weight of this past week on your shoulders. The tension was settling into your muscles and this conversation was not going how you had hoped.  

“I’m off tomorrow, can’t you just push a couple appointments back?” you asked, knowing what the answer would be.

Jungkook sighed “I wish I could. I miss you too Y/N. I want to see you just as bad, but my books are filled.” Jungkook replied apologetically.  “It’s tax season. You know everyone wants to blow their money on tattoos when they have that much cash in their pockets.”

You didn’t reply immediately. Your brain felt sluggish and it was hard to form full sentences at this point, but you knew Jungkook understood.  

Jungkook had no control these things, and you understood that. He didn’t schedule his own appointments, He couldn’t turn customers away for no reason, and you knew he had bugged the store owner to clear his schedule before the season started. It just wasn’t a possibility, and you didn’t want to make him feel any worse by pestering him.

You couldn’t help the need you had to be around him. You wanted nothing more then to bury your face in his shoulder while his arms wrapped around you. You wanted to sink with him into his couch, or your bed, or anywhere you could both fit and just exist in the same space. If you both just sat there with each other long enough to meld into one person that would be perfect, at this point. It had been weeks since either one of you had seen each other and you felt a little silly about how badly you needed him.

You heard Jungkook sigh on the other end of the line. “I feel like I’m losing my mind too, you know that?”

There he goes again, reading your mind.

“I definitely do.” You said smiling a tiredly, relaxing a bit. “I feel like I’ve been at work for a year. Just tell my boss I came down with the plague so I can go home. Then tell Hobi I gave it to you so you can come over.”

“If your sitting where you usually are on break, Namjoon can definitely see you.” Jungkook replied. You could hear the smile in his voice and that alone made you feel a little lighter.

You heard a couple clicks and then a buzz. Jungkook must be starting on someone’s tattoo.

“Okay well, your the creative one. Come up with something for me.” You knew the conversation was nearing an end but you needed to drag it out as long as your break was allowed. Jungkook seemed equally reluctant to end the call, babbling on even when you could barely hear him over the buzzing of his gun.

It was always small things like that with Jungkook. He didn’t have to do much to show you that you hung the moon for him. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or flashy gifts. He was someone who shouldered small inconveniences, and whispering quiet reassurances to you. Validating your worth with actions. You loved him so much for it.

Soon enough though, your break had to come to an end.

After a couple more goodbyes than necessary, you hung up and got to your feet to stretch. When glancing into the store window you caught sight of Namjoon motioning to his invisible watch, indicating that your fixing to be late if you didn’t hurry. Tired or not, you were a good employee so you scurried back to the register and plastered on your very best customer service smile.

The last four hours of your day dragged. You tried to keep yourself busy but it did nothing to speed up the day. Finally the clock struck 9:00 and you were free.

After a short nap on the bus you were home, dragging yourself into your apartment with lead feet.

After dropping your keys on the kitchen counter you stood for a moment deciding what to do next. Just the thought of changing made you cringe. You couldn’t muster the energy to take off your clothes to change because in order to do that, you would have to take off your shoes and that was just not a challenge you were willing to face at that moment. That was a pretty good indicator for you, that it was time to go to bed. You turned off the kitchen light and headed straight to your bedroom. You opened your door to another pitch dark room and vaulted yourself onto the bed, relying on your memory to guide you to the sheets. .

You expected a soft landing. You did not expect a knee in your sternum.

A soft breath of pain sounded from under your covers “Oof~”  

“what in th–” Thoroughly confused, and not yet able to place the pieces together in your brain, you pulled yourself up and scrambled for the lamp switch.

Your eyes adjusted to the sudden blanket of light, and landed on a lump of blankets on the left side of your bed. You wrenched back the covers and found a very pouty boyfriend nursing his wounded knee.

Finally your over worked mind snapped the puzzle into place.

Jungkook was here.  

Jungkook was in your bed, not at his house.

Upon further inspection you noticed a stuffed animal leaning up on the lamp, along with a brand new box of calming tea.

“Did you buy me Cozy Camomile Herbal tea, Jungkook?” You asked in a daze, still in that weird shocked state where you just ask the first question that comes to mind.

“I did” He replied. Replacing his pout with a crooked grin.

“And did you also buy me a new best friend in the form of a plushy unicorn?” You asked, still dazed but if the stinging in your left rib was any indication you were coming too.

Jungkook snickered at you but made no moves, allowing you to bask in the moment.

“I did” he said.

Suddenly all of your missing energy from the day shot through you at once. You allowed it to take over, catapulting yourself onto Jungkook’s chest. You ignored his grunts and burrowed yourself into his neck like you had wanted to do all week and wallowed in the immediate calm and safety that you felt.

“What happened to being too tired to come see me, you liar?” You mumbled into Jungkooks skin.

Jungkook grasped your body and shifted you into a more comfortable position with little effort on his part, he then ran his hands over your back and shoulders. Gently rubbing at the muscles there.

“I wanted to surprise you.” he said into your hair, leaving tiny kisses at your crown.

“Will you stay?” You asked, fighting your body with all your might not to pass out. You had so little time.

“Unless you kick me out, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere else tonight.” He replied, sounding just as exhausted. “I have my alarm set to wake us up early in the morning. I can turn it off but i wanted to take you out to breakfast before the day starts, if you want.” His voice was trailing off a little at the end.

“That sounds wonderful” You replied, slurring softly, half conscious and losing the battle with sleep.

Jungkook pushed his hands into your shoulder blades a final few times, then let them rest at your sides. “Take your shoes off before you fall asleep on me, you heathen.” he whispered half heartedly. When you didn’t reply he shook his head, and turned off the lamp, and let his eyes fall closed.

[georgialouisea]

The One - Part 5

Characters - Derek x Reader, Ex Dean X Reader, Sam Word Count - 1635. Warnings - Angst, medical situations, sad Dean. Summary - One phone call is all it took for Dean’s life to come crashing down. He thought he was over her? Think again. A/N -  I’m so glad you’re all enjoying this series x

Part 4 - Masterlist

The sunlight streamed into the room as it reached Dean’s back it began to wake him. He remembered where he was when his eyes flew open, you lay next to him, still in the same position, you fell asleep in last night.

“Y/N?” Dean questioned leaning up on his elbows to look at you. A small moan left your lips as you took a deep breath. “How are you feeling?”

Opening your mouth to speak nothing left but a sigh.

“I’ll take that as a not great” Dean rested the back of his hand on your forehead feeling your temperature.

“I’m going to go and find Derek.” Dean threw the covers off himself and made his way through the house, taking in its size in the sunlight.

Dean padded down the halls, his bare feet hitting the wooden floors was the only sound in the massive house, Dean tried downstairs first finding the whole place empty.

“Derek?” Dean called out to the silent house. When no reply came he searched upstairs, knocking on the first door he came to, Sam opened the door.

“Morning.” Sam rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, do you know where Derek is?” Dean asked his brother.

“Well, probably with Y/N?” Sam asked confused.

“Erm…no…he’s not.”

“What?” Sam’s face dropped.

“Well she asked me to stay a while last night, I fell asleep.”

Sam dragged Dean into the room before shutting the door. “What the hell are you doing?” Sam growled.

“I didn’t mean to, I was looking after her, she’s sick.”

“For God sake Dean, she’s engaged.”

“I’m not getting into this right now, where’s Derek?”

“I think he’s in one of the rooms next door, I assumed it was you but…”

“Shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes with a huff, Dean left the room shutting it behind him 3 doors later he found Derek.

Derek opened the door looking at Dean through sleep hazed eyes.

“Hi, erm, Y/N’s awake.”

“Thank you.” Derek yawned.

“I’m really sorry about last night and falling asleep in the same bed as her.” Dean apologised avoiding eye contact with Derek.

“It’s okay, you were looking after her.” Derek stretched as he walked past Dean. “I’ll check on her.”

Dean lingered in the doorway of their room as he watched you both. You hadn’t moved since Dean left you in your half asleep pain induced state, Derek perched on the bed as he checked over his fiancé. Dean knew, even from this distance you were in serious pain.

You tried to listen to Derek but you couldn’t the pain you were in was becoming too much, your focus was on the pain.

“I really think you should come back with me,” Derek begged you, shaking your head you focused on him his green eyes looking down at you.

“You’re so stubborn, I’ll get your meds, hopefully, they’ll make you feel better, if not we’re going back to the hospital to Miranda.” Derek walked to the side table and returned to you, giving you the tablets and fixing the blankets around you, he didn’t move until you’d swallowed them.

“Dean? Can you do me a favour?” Derek asked not taking his eyes off you.

“Sure?”

“Can you watch her? I need to shower I didn’t get a chance to last night”

“Yeah, sure.” Dean’s gaze returned to you. “What time are you due at work?”

Derek glanced down at his watch. “Well 50 minutes ago, but they’ve given me the day off.”

“Sure I’ll watch her, anything I should look out for medically?”

“Just what you’ve been monitoring all night.”

Derek left you and Dean alone as Dean resumed the position in bed next to you, his hand covered yours, his thumb running across the back of your hand.

“How is she?” Sam asked as he sat at the foot of the bed.

“She’s in pain and trying to hide it, Derek is showering,” Dean whispered.

“Want a coffee?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be downstairs,” Sam sighed, looking at his brother as he gave an almost warning glance to Dean.

Derek returned to his room where you lay half asleep next to Dean, “Thanks for that.”

“It’s fine.”

“Derek?” Your voice cracked as you sat up slightly looking at him.

“Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit, why aren’t you at work?” You asked through half-shut eyes, in whatever time since you’d taken the painkillers you felt so much better.

“They gave me the day off, so I’m all yours.” Derek smiled at you.

“Ain’t I a lucky girl, can someone help me to the bathroom?” You sighed.

“Sure,” Derek spoke as he helped you up from the bed.

Dean took the opportunity to leave you both alone.

“There’s your coffee.” Sam pointed to the coffee on the counter.

“This looks fancy.” Dean raised his eyebrows at the coffee before him which looked as though it was straight from a coffee shop.

“Well Y/N and Derek have a fancy coffee machine.” Sam shrugged. “We need to talk about you and her, I know this must be hard for you.”

“Sam stop, yes I loved her, she left, it was my fault.” Dean stopped himself. “I’m going to shower.” He added before disappearing upstairs.

“Derek do you think you could help me downstairs? I have loads of TV to catch up on plus it gives me a chance to catch up with Sam and Dean.”

“Sure, I’ll get downstairs set up.”

Derek and Sam took 20 minutes to set up a sofa bed for you, complete with blankets and pillows and a table close by for necessities. Sam carried you effortlessly downstairs and settled you on the makeshift bed.

Dean returned downstairs to see you surrounded by blankets.

“Well, you look comfy.” He smiled at you as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“I am.”

“How are you feeling?”

“A little better.” You smiled as you lied looking up at him.

“So what do you guys want to watch?” You asked the 3 men who sat on the sofas surrounding you.

“Anything” Sam shrugged as he relaxed into the sofa.

“You may regret saying that.” Derek smiled at you as he winked.

“You never know, say yes to the dress may be Sammy’s guilty pleasure.” You gave your eyebrows a wiggle at Sam.

“You haven’t changed.” Sam laughed as he glanced at Dean. Dean’s eyes were firmly on you, a smile playing on his lips. Sam sipped on his coffee as he realised Dean still loved you.

40 minutes into a new Netflix season none of you had seen, Derek’s phone began to buzz from the counter in the kitchen. Derek walked to his phone before returning within seconds.

“I’ve been paged 911. I need to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can be.” As he leant down over kissing you.

“It’s okay, you go and help.” You smiled up at him. “It’s a beautiful day to save lives.”

“God I love you.” Derek kissed you again, possibly too passionately for a living room with your ex and his brother.

“Go, I’ll see you later, Sam and Dean can look after me.” You half asked half stated.

“I’ll be back when I can.”

“Don’t rush it’ll be nice to catch up with these two.” You gestured towards Sam and Dean who were lounging on a sofa each.

All three of them seemed to wait until Derek left to speak.

“It’s a beautiful day to save lives?” Dean asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Derek says it before any cut he makes on a patient, it’s like his good luck charm.” You explained.

“Have you ever seen him perform surgery?” Sam asked.

“Once, he was concerned I’d find it too bloody.”

Dean scoffed in response. “What did you tell him you did?”

“Honestly at first I kept it vague, but after a while I let things slip, so he thinks I was some form of a private eye.”

“Not far from the truth.” Sam shrugged.

“Exactly.” You sighed as you rested your head back on a pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What about you two?”

“Well, since you left not a lot has changed, we have a bunker now, it sounds crap but it’s an old Men of Letter’s bunker and as we’re legacies.” Sam gestured between Dean and himself.

“Men of Letters? Legacies?” You asked your brow furrowed.

You listened as Sam explained to you all about the Men of Letters and their new home.

“Well, that sounds like an upgrade from crappy motels.” You smiled at them as you shifted under the blankets, your smile quickly disappeared.

“Your upgrade is much better.” Dean threw his hands around gesturing to the space around him.

“Well it’s not my house, It’s Derek’s.”

“Well, I like it.”

“You’re both welcome here for as long as you want.” You spoke through a yawn.

“Get some sleep sweetie.” Dean’s tone was soft as he spoke, Sam shot him another warning glance.

“I think I will.” You yawned again as you settled back into the sofa, a small whimper escaped your lips.

“Dean come and get a coffee,” Sam ordered his brother away from you.

As soon as they were out of earshot Sam glared at Dean once more. “For God Sake Dean, stop this, I think we should leave. You still love her, you can’t ruin her new life.”

Pressing your hand against your stomach you wished the pain would leave you, pulling your hand away it was now red. “Guys?” Your voice interrupted them, both of them turning to look at you.

“Yeah?” Dean responded returning to the sofa as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Call 911.” You croaked before lazily pulling back a blanket to show Dean your blood-stained abdomen.

Part 6 

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winter 2018

november

Another four pages of my calendar book has passed. As I flip through it, I see many names of people I love. On one hand, I'm confused as to how I managed to not exhaust myself but on the other, I can feel that my heart tank is extremely full.

November was spent mostly on preparing—preparing for IELTS (for the working holiday visa application), preparing decorations for Danny and Mandy's wedding, preparing to fly out, preparing accommodations in Korea, preparing my heart.

The most exhausting part of it all was the process of making myself obsolete. As a leader of lights team at our church (we rent out a night club every Sunday morning), and as the only person who had official education in lights, I micromanaged a lot of things. But I really didn't want it to be this way. I knew what empowerment looks like and it took a lot of conscious planning and training courses for my team to run totally independently. I’m just happy to say that the special Christmas service ran super smoothly and I was a proud retired mum.

November was also a month of endless films. Golden Horse Film Festival got me waking up really early or stay up unreasonably late. I only bought three tickets but Fanny got like… 7? I also know someone who bought 10+. I reasoned with myself that I am in no situation to be spending that much money.

Then November closed with an exam. Everyone said I’d do fine on the IELTS but I honestly wasn’t too sure. Everything about the exam was intimidating—it was early in the morning, one of the test takers didn’t make it on time and got disqualified immediately, they make you do finger scans, take an ugly picture of you, and the room was extremely cold. I never was good at exam taking and this one took a lot of concentration I was lacking maybe because I’ve been out of school for a while. Oops, oops, oops. But I came out in one piece and my scores were satisfactory.

Another unexpected occurence was a thanksgiving party hosted at church. The decor was on point, and I helped set the mood with lights covered with lots of amber gels. When I set down to eat, it took me straight back to McGill dorm thanksgiving meals where Aunt Sharon would decorate the tables with all her favorite autumn things and we were required to talk about three specific things we were thankful for. As I love to say, home is plural. I'm excited and terrified at the increasing number of homes I have yet to still accumulate.

december

It ends with a plane ride. The buzzing sound of construction and the loud commands of walkie talkies are somehow comforting. Airports are homes. Wizard of Oz never made sense to me, Dorothy is just a whiny, spoiled little girl. Announcements ring. I never line up until the last minute—who wants to be inside a plane early when you're going to be in it anyways? As the engines roar a bass line of white noise and umma falling asleep next to me, I pray with a silent hope. You're at the beginning.

Honestly I don't remember what happened in December other than the rush of adrenaline preparing for Danny's wedding, actually decorating Danny's wedding, and the aftermath of it all. The toughest part of this wedding was the flowers—three gargantuan boxes of fresh baby's breaths. Everything had to be done the day before and I had a troop of Kate, umma Kang, and anyone at the church office who had free time. Chaos ensued as we tried to call two Uber XLs then arriving at the venue to find that it was still confetti-ed and trashed from the event that just took place. The table arrangement communications were all wrong, little things here and there seemed missing, and I missed my bed terribly. But thanks to little wedding elves who love Danny and Mandy so much to the point of staying to finish up decors until 11pm then coming back the next day around 8am, this was probably the most enchanting looking wedding that I have ever decorated (no offense to my other ones, they all have their own adjectives). Let's just say I slept 20 hours per night for the three following days after the wedding.

The map says we're currently hovering over the southern tip of Korea. Turbulence shakes. My fingers are dry. Whispers are heard. I always emphasize that I'm not "going back" to Korea. I can never go back to where I only belonged in my vaguest memories.

Forty minutes till I land. It was just Christmas a few days ago. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I won't be seeing Taipei 101 explode when the new year rolls around. Frustration and bitterness aren't the words I'm looking for. It's not even excitement nor happiness. Right now, I'm grateful with what it is right now—high above the ground, thankful that airplanes work and that I'm privileged to be even in one.

Peace and serenity. There's a storm and I'm in the eye.

Thirty-five minutes. Captain just announced that it is -9C in Seoul. I hope it snows. I think I'll be warm enough. I'll just have to step out. Step out and dance in the snow.

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Love without shame. Jared Series. Ch 3.

Authors note:   Sorry it takes a long time. Now I’m back at work it’s hard to find time to write, but I don’t want to stop I just love it too much. (I do not own these pictures all credits go to owners.) 

Warnings: Smut, kink, swears.

Word Count: 1,871

Love without shame. Chapter 3.

If you haven’t read it here’s : CHAPTER 2

Jared woke first “Morning kitten” his hands trailed down my body. Slightly ticking me waking me up. “Good morning Daddy” one of his hands made it’s way in between my legs. I whimpered. “Still wet from last night, dirty girl?” He laid back down and made the sound “Hmm”. He was content. As was I. I rolled over and flung my arms over him. I had a day off today but Jared did not. He had to go soon as he was working on the new album. I needed to get stuff done around my apartment anyway and I was going to his later on and staying overnight. He got dressed and we had breakfast together. We spent a little time on the balcony talking about last nights events. He leaned over the side and I was sat on the little sofa I had. Just looking at his butt. “Enjoying the view? Because I am!” I laughed. He turned around and looked at me then laughed. I stood up to hug him. He pulled me in “I gotta get going” he sighed. “Okay, I’ll be over at yours by 7″ I kissed him and walked him to the door. I started the housework then carried on with my work. I checked my emails and I swear my boss has it out for me, I do everything he asks and it still isn’t enough. He needs me to read and review 4 papers from his clients. They’re all at least 7 pages or more. “ugh I need wine” I sighed loudly to myself. Unfortunately I didn’t have any. Sober reading it was. At two o’clock Jared messaged me saying how boring his meet is. This meeting had nothing or little to nothing to do with the band. He could be using this time wisely. ‘I know what would make it less boring’ I thought to myself. I ran to the bedroom and stripped so I only had panties on. I grabbed my phone and took a picture to send to Jared.

“Maybe this will make it less boring? 😏 x x x x ” I wrote and pressed send.

Not even a minute later and my phone went off.

“Fuck Y/N 😈 , what are you doing to daddy, kitten? x x x x” I could just imagine him getting hard there and then. It was exciting.

“You said you wanted me to practice daddy 💦 💦 x x x x” I said jogging his memory.

“Yeah, but when I’m in a meeting? 😅 x x x x”  

“MmmHmm, just the thought of you getting hard is making me horny 🦄 x x x x”

“Why the unicorn baby? x x x x”

“It’s got a horn 🦄 haha. It’s horny like me 😂 x x x x”

“Right I’m gonna put my phone down otherwise I’ll have to leave early to punish you for teasing me  😝. I’ll see you tonight. Love you x x x”

“Haha, sorry daddy. 🎀. Love you too x x x x”

‘Wow he said love you again, we must be official’. I thought to myself actually making myself laugh.

It was 4 pm. I managed to read everything and type up everything I needed to. I decided to pack my bags for Jared’s house. I needed to pack my work bag too.

I arrived at Jared’s house and he was in his office, sitting behind a very big desk. He had paper all around him and he was surrounded by people. He did however introduce me. I wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t, he’s a busy man. I said hello then made my way out and decided to start cleaning up the house a bit. He doesn’t mind thankfully. I even have my own little cleaning kit at his. I started in the living room, then kitchen, the dining room, then bathrooms and bedrooms. I stayed out of his personal areas because I didn’t want to move anything that could be important. I did all the rooms that people may go into. After a couple of hours cleaning I’d finally finished and took a shower. Once out I heard people downstairs saying their goodbyes. I’d changed into one of Jared Gucci sweaters, It was long enough to just cover my butt. and that was it, I made my way downstairs and started watching TV. The house smelt clean and honestly I loved that smell. After half an hour, boredom was growing. I got up and made my way to his office. 

He was sitting in the big executive chair he had matching with the desk. It was full of papers still. He’d been working all day and I was so bored. As I walked to the door and leaned against the door frame I heard. “Hey baby” he acknowledged me. “Daddy I’m bored” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “I’d love to help you but I’m swamped here” “But I’m bored” I repeated adding a pout. I walked over to the big office chair and pushed it away from the desk, just enough so I could rest my butt on it. “What do you want me to do about that?” He asked. I put one leg up onto the armrest of his chair. He gasped. “Baby, are you naked under there?” he then laughed. “Now will you play? because I am bored” Jared bit his lip and said. “With you around.... I never get bored” 

“So will you help me out?” I asked. “I guess I could take  little break. I mean I’ve obviously got business to handle here” He pointed towards my lower half. Once he'd finished that sentence he leaned forwards to my soaked slit and began to swirl his tongue round my little nub making me pant. I pushed his head forwards a bit so he was going in deeper, “I’ve just remembered, you still need to be punished for that picture earlier” he growled. Pulling me up and taking me to the bedroom he admired my cleaning skills on the way. “Good job kitten” “Thanks daddy” I replied wondering what realms of pleasure I’d be in for this evening. “Lay on the bed baby, I’ve got a surprise for you” I waited on the bed like a good kitten. Jared casually strolled into the walk in wardrobe and retrieved a box. It was a big box. On top was a blind fold. ‘Oh shit just got real’ I thought. I was very excited. He put the box next to the bed and applied the blind fold to me. After, he peeled off the sweater I was wearing. He lowered me so I had the pillows under my head. He then crawled back down to my core and began using his tongue once again. Making me feel weak. He stopped and I could feel his weight shift off the bed. Then back on. I heard a buzzing. It sounded very fast. I knew it was a vibrator but it sounded more powerful than anything I’ve owned.  He spread me and placed it straight down on my clit. “Uhh fuck” I bucked my hips. My hips continuously involuntary bucking. I was close but as soon as he knew the pleasure stopped. “Not yet baby, we’ve got so many things to try” a voice whispered in my ear. I felt a silky material around my wrists. I was the attached to the bed. Jared helped me up and spun me around so I was leaning on the wall while on my knees. He came up behind me and spread my legs a little. I heard him rustling in the box again. He positioned himself underneath me and I felt his mouth on my clit once again. He slowly entered something into me that I think was a dildo and began pounding, making me convulse. I couldn’t help but moan “Uhh Daddy please. Fuck. Uhhh” the combination of the dido and his mouth was becoming to much. He took his mouth away and kept pounding. “Please daddy I need you. Please” “Do you think you deserve it Kitten?” he asked. “Please”. He got up and untied me then took off the blindfold. “I need you to punish me with you big cock, please, I need to be punished” I kept begging. I honestly don’t know how he managed to not rip his clothes off and fuck me straight away. I’m putting it down to his age, over his years he has gained self control. But this time he gave into my request. He undressed himself and I could see the pre-cum on his cock. He laid me back down and slid into me with ease. His thrusts were deep and hard. Sending all sorts of electrical charges all over my body. Plucking at my nipples he asked. “Do you deserve this baby?”. “Yes daddy, I do. I’m sorry I sent you he picture while you were in the meeting, I’ve been a naughty girl” “Why did you do it?” he asked. “Because, uhh fuck, because I wanted to show you I’m no prude and I wanted to show you what you’ve got waiting for you at home” I moaned, struggling to spit out my sentence. 

He was thrusting harder now, almost so his dick was shooting out of me then back in. This was driving me insane. “Daddy please can I come” I was trying to hold on as best as I could. “Yes kitten you can come” I released everything I was holding back. He was still rubbing my clit, my pussy aching now from the rough sex. He kept going, I gathered he wasn’t going to stop until he’d cum too. My body moving with his and a little more every time he touched my sensitive clit. Finally he released in me. I felt his hot cum gushing inside me. As he pushed me off of his dick some of his cum followed and ran down me. He found this super hot. He ran his finger up my slit and made me lick every part of it off of his hands. I laid there still twitching from the bliss that had just happened between us. As did he. Jared cleaned the toys we’d used, dried them and put them away while I cleaned up and put on my PJ’s. We climbed into bed, he turned off  the light and tugged me towards him, I buried my head into his chest. “I love you daddy. I think I’m falling for you, hard. Sorry I know it’s only been around 2-3 months, but that’s how I feel”. He kissed my forehead. “Me to kitten, me too” I looked up into the darkness “really?” I asked. “Yeah, why so surprised?”. “Well don’t take this the wrong way. But, you’re THE Jared Leto. The one that the media says who can’t settle down. Not that I believe everything the media says but” “Maybe I just didn’t find someone as willing to try things out like you are. Everything you do, you do with passion, including me” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to offend you if I did. I’m glad you’ve chosen me. I love you” I again buried my head into his chest as I did I kissed his chest and we fell asleep. As I was drifting off I heard him say “I love you more”

CHAPTER 4 

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Fericita sent me this awesome story based on Between the Lines and I hope she doesn’t mind me copying and pasting it over here rather than on leonardslee ;) Thank you so much Fericita, I love it! Fanfiction for my fanfiction is going to have me smiling all day :D

The Coronation Caper by Anna Rendell

I am not sure how or why I started doing this, but I wanted to imagine what Anna wrote, and then I wrote it.  And it’s probably terrible, but I thought you would get a kick out of it.  I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your characters and imagining more of the story you started.

Chapter 1

“It’s Coronation Day!” Pearl jumped up from her bed of hay, nudging her sister’s side with her nose.  Ruby was still fast asleep, her hooves curled up under her and her chestnut mane covering her face.  She didn’t move.

“Ruby!  Wake up!  It’s time to get ready for Princess Merryhooves coronation!” Ruby opened her eyes and jumped up in one quick motion.  She liked being fast, once she was awake.

“I’ll race you to the apple orchard,” she shouted to her sister, already galloping ahead.  Pearl caught up and they cantered together through the field of their home pasture, their silver horns glistening in the morning light.  Pearl’s cremello body was as bright as the ice on the nearby mountains, Ruby’s chestnut flanks a red as rich as the apples they liked to eat.  It was going to be a beautiful day in the Sparkle Realm, the perfect day for Princess Merryhooves to become Queen.  What could go wrong on a day like this?

Chapter 2

“Gone?  What do you mean it’s gone?” Princess Merryhooves couldn’t believe her ears.  “The Golden Fairy Wand is missing?  But how can my horn be transformed into gold without it?  How can I become Queen?"  She tried to hold back the tears that were gathering in her eyes.  It was hard enough that her mother, Queen until last month, had gone to The Place of After.  She missed her terribly.

Aurous flew next to Princess Merryhooves’s head and patted her nose.  She smiled as she said. "The Golden Fairy Wand has been safe in the Unicorn Castall for generations.  I don’t know who could have stolen it.  But we fairies are clever and can fly faster than you can gallop.  I will gather the other fairies, and we will find the wand.  Don’t worry.  You will still be made queen today.”

Princess Merryhooves thought of how brave and kind her mother always was, and decided she could be brave and kind too.  She thanked Aurous and said “When you come back, we will have a feast to celebrate.”

Chapter 3

Ruby and Pearl passed by several apple orchards before Ruby asked Pearl where they were going. “Up the North Mountain!” Pearl said, a little short of breath from all of the galloping.  “The apple blossoms are still pink there, not white like these blooms.  We should look extra special on Coronation Day!”

Before she could answer, Ruby found herself suddenly on the ground, hooves in the air, head spinning.  “What just happened?”

Pearl looked around, sniffing with her nose.  She spotted something yellow with brown spots.  “A banana peel?  What is that doing here?"  Curious, the sisters looked around the ground.  They spotted several more banana peels scattered about, forming a sort of trail in the grass.  "Oh no!” exclaimed Pearl.  “Emperor Sinistro’s Mischief Monkeys have been this way!  And so close to the Castall on Coronation Day…I hope he isn’t planning anything sinister.”

“We better follow the peels and see where they lead.  For the first time in forever Princess Merryooves has something to be happy about.  We can’t let her coronation day be ruined.”

The sisters trotted along, following the discarded banana peels.  The trail led to the North Mountain pass, and soon they were seeing more ice and snow.  Ruby saw something out of the corner of one eye as it sparkled in the sun.

Chapter 4

Aurous flew to the Fairy Realm and announced the news the missing Golden Fairy Wand in the Sparkle Realm.  All of the fairies wanted to help, and they knew just where to start looking - in Emperor Sinistro’s lair on the North Mountain pass.

Chapter 5

“There!  Just there! Do you see it too?” Pearl squinted as she looked up into the tall spruce tree.  Among the branches encased in ice, she thought she could make out the shape of a monkey and the glint of a golden wand.

“Yes, I see it! That’s The Golden Fairy Wand!  Aurous will need that for Princess Merryhooves’s coronation!  We have to get it back for her!”

The mischief monkey heard them and shouted out “No, no, no!  It’s for Emperor Sinistro!  He will be king of the Sparkle Realm, not Princess Merryhooves!”

“Let the wand go!  Just let it go!” Pearl reared back and struck the tree with her two front feet.  Ice from the branches and needles of the spruce tree began to fall off, and the Mischief Monkey lost his grip as the ice cascaded around him.  He scrambled and jumped to the nearby birch, letting go of the wand as he did.  Ruby galloped forward, faster than she ever had been, and caught the wand perfectly in her teeth.  The mischief monkey screeched in disappointment as he continued his escape.

Chapter 6

Ruby and Pearl looked at each other.  They were a mess.  They were wet all over with ice and snow, and instead of searching for pink apple blossoms to put in their manes and tails, they had chased mischief monkeys and caught The Golden Fairy Wand.

Pearl shook some of the ice from her mane and said “We may not have had the chance to decorate our manes, but we did find something even more important for the Coronation!”

Ruby spit the wand out of her mouth and tried to clean it with her hoof and some snow.  “I did want to wear something special in my mane, but I suppose we don’t have time now.”

The sound of fairy wings buzzed overhead, and the sisters looked up.  “Aurous!” they both gasped at the same time.

“Hello brave ones.  You have found the missing Golden Fairy Wand!  Well done.  We must find a way to thank you.  Hmmm, how about…” but instead of finishing her sentence, she waved her wand and pink stars appeared on the sisters’ manes and tails.  The stars shone with a silver glint and Pearl and Ruby gasped in delight.

Aurous smiled at them and said “Now, hurry on to the coronation!  Princess Merryhooves will be most pleased to hear how you saved the day!”

Chapter 7

The Coronation was a beautiful affair.  Pink bunting lined the walls and stalls of the Castall, and all of the unicorns in the Sparkle Realm feasted on soup, roast, and ice cream.  The fairies had stayed just to watch Aurous use the Golden Fairy Wand to transform Princess Merryhooves’s silver horn in to the golden horn of a Queen.

Pearl and Ruby were enjoying chocolate ice cream when Queen Merryhooves trotted over to them.  “I must thank you.  Aurous told me you chased a mischief monkey and rescued the wand.  How clever you were to use ice!”

“We were glad to help, your highness” answered Pearl.  “We know it has been hard for you since your mother went to the Place of After.”

Queen Merryhooves looked from Ruby to Pearl and said “The hardest part is being lonely.  Since the Queen – my mother – “ Queen Merryhooves took a deep breath and started again. “I’m lonely.  Do you think we could be friends?”

“Oh yes!” Ruby was the first to respond, but soon the sisters were talking over each other.

“We can go on magical adventures together –

“And look for more magic wands!”

“And chase more mischief monkeys!”

“We would love to be your friends!”

“We’ll be like your sisters!”

Queen Merryhooves smiled at them and said “More magical adventures sound fun, but I think sisterhood is the strongest magic!”

And the three unicorn friends – sisters, in fact – enjoyed the feast and made plans for a new adventure.  

[lalast0ne]

Dream Wedding

Layla

*I take a deep breath and turn to face my dad as he squeezes my hand reassuringly. My sister, wearing a dress I don’t remember agreeing to, turns to look at me with a huge grin. It turns out James hadn’t been overselling the Hall. It really did look breathtaking. We walk down the marbled corridor, the sound of my heels against the solid stone echoing around us. I can’t hear any voices or music, just the sound of my shoes and own heartbeat drumming in my ears. “Are you sure about this?” My dad’s voice cuts through the silence and it’s my turn to squeeze his hand reassuringly. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I take a deep breath as the doors to the hall open. Hundreds of guests, including faces I don’t recognize turn to look at me and I inhale a sharp breath. The music starts and Ruby takes off. This is it … I’m finally marrying the man of my dreams. I take a tentative step over the threshold into the large room “no going back now” my dad’s voice is loud enough above the music and I hear a rumble of laughter work through the crowd. The doors close behind us, causing me to look back nervously, then I turn back to face the direction I’m walking in. My eyes home in on him .. my fiancé .. standing proud at the front but refusing to look back. I will him to turn and look at me, to let me know my nerves are unfounded but he doesn’t. Still I continue walking forward, no longer in time to the music and when I take my last step, pulling up next to the man who will be my husband, I hand my bouquet to my sister who squeals excitedly and turn to face him just as there’s a bang against the door. My head whips around in the direction the noise came from, eyebrows arching up my forehead as I look back questioning and recoil when I see who’s standing there. “NAZ!” My head snaps back to the door as the banging intensifies, I hear my name being called and as look to the exit, the door swings open with a loud crash … My head springs up from my desk and I look around slightly panicked, for a moment trying to work out where I am. The owner of the voice stands next to me with an amused expression on his face, scratching his beard. He doesn’t speak, or ask any questions, just stares and in my need to fill the silence I say the first, and most obvious, thing that comes to mind.* I fell asleep …

Wilder

*I had watched you sleep for several minutes as I stepped in our office, donut in hand. You were fast asleep but your hands were moving on the desk. I moved closer to you, taking a bite of the donut and your chair moved. You were mumbling where I could not make out what you were saying. This dream was quickly becoming a nightmare for you. I polish off my donut, rest my hand on your shoulder, shaking gently to wake you. I say your name several times before your head pops up like one of those meerkat things who pose at the zoo. Cute little critters. You struggle for a few minutes to figure out where you are and I have to bite back my laugh at the post it note stuck to your forehead. I reach to grab it, narrowing my eyes as I read.* I was wondering who that asshole was out front. He was here to fix the lighting.

Layla

*I take the post-it note from you as you peel it from my forehead, reading over the message as I listen to you speak.* Yeah, the guys are having issues with some of the stage lighting so I called in someone to take a look. *I push up a little straighter and wipe away any makeup smudges under my eyes.* I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep. I wasn’t even feeling tired. *I shake my head and look at my watch to check the time.* Thank god you showed up when you did. I’ve got someone coming in for an interview in a little while. *Reaching for your hand, I tug to get you closer.* Always saving my ass.

Wilder

And what a fine ass it is. *I squeeze your hand, grab another donut and eat it in two bites.* I can tell you why you are not sleeping good. You leave your phone on at night and it lights up every five minutes. Your mother needs a new hobby. You even respond to all her messages. *I reach for another donut but grab my phone instead.* I got this one from you at 3:00 this morning. “Llama’s aren’t really necessary.” I hope to God Llama’s are not showing up in my town. They shit everywhere. *I scowl at that memory.* Don’t ask. Wayward circus. Many lives were lost over that shit storm. *I bend my head down.* Do you see this gray hair? It has your mother’s name on it. My patience is running thin with that woman.

Layla

*What your saying is right but there’s a reason I respond to every single message. She’s relentless.* I’ll leave you my phone for a day and you can see what happens when she doesn’t get an answer. *My bottom lip sticks out as I reach for a donut and take a bite. Apparently all brides feel the need to starve themselves in the lead up to their big day. I have the opposite problem. When asked by my sister how the diet was going, I scrunched my nose as I’d slipped another piece of chocolate into my mouth and responded “what diet?”. I chew slowly, enjoying the buzz of sugar working around my system.* The Llama situation is defused. Did you know you can hire unicorns of all shapes and sizes? *I don’t wait for your answer as I continue speaking.* Me either. But apparently you can. Forget horse drawn carriage, Mom thinks a unicorn drawn carriage says more of a statement. I’m not FIVE! *I stuff the last of my sugary treat in my mouth and sigh.* Try not to lose your patience. She’s just excited …

Wilder

Unicorns aren’t even real. *Snatches the donut you grab and shoves it in my mouth as I drag you over to my desk, setting your ass down, pointing to my monitor.* Look at that beach. It looks peaceful. You can sunbath naked while I chill in the shade. Just say the word Little Ball of Fire and we are out of here. Married and on our honeymoon in the matter of hours. Your mom can bother Ruby instead. I’ve got that Naz guy on retainer to help me out. He’s a good guy but a little shady. A little push and he and Ruby are next in the wedding fiasco. Layla

Eurgh! *I recoil and pull a disgusted face at the thought of my sister and ex shacking up.* My sister might love me but not that much. *I turn back to your computer screen and watch the slide show of pictures as you click through. Secluded beach, crystal clear sea, private villa that is far too big for two people, meaning plenty of rooms to christen.* Naz gets his shadiness from spending too much time with his uncle. *I point to the screen.* Where is this? It looks perfect for a honeymoon destination.

Wilder

Cal’s his uncle? That explains so much. *I laugh as my hands move up your legs, looking at the screen.* An island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. I was thinking for our honeymoon. Unless you want me to book the trailer park. *My hand creeps further up your leg.* What time is your interview?

Layla

Uh huh. *I only manage a squeak as your hand works up my leg and I fight to concentrate on the pictures. Clearing my throat but not moving, I swallow down a moan.* It feels .. LOOKS .. I mean it looks perfect. *I nod my head and push down all the tingles you’ve stirred up with a touch of your fingertips.* I think I could honeymoon there and be very happy. *My eyes finally drag away from the screen as I twist to look at you.* He’s not coming until 2 o’clock.

Wilder

Consider it booked. *I pull you off the desk and onto my lap as I sit down.* Now let’s discuss when you will marry me. Remember two very important details…..you love me and your mother’s life is at risk. Maybe you should bump this interview at 2:00.

Layla

*I shift to straddle your lap, thankful once again that I’d chosen to wear a dress today. A smirk plays over my lips when you make your points and I nod seriously.* Both very good points Mr. Steele and both also very true. I thought we’d got a date sorted but time is clearly of the essence. *I lean in to nip your bottom lip, my finger stroking down the bridge of your nose.* Name your date Mr. Steele .. and I’ll be there.

Wilder

*I growl and bite your finger when it crosses my lips.* I prefer keeping you on your toes with a date. *My hands slide under your dress and rip your panties from your body.* Let’s discuss another point instead…..

[dulchay]

Dig a little deeper.

Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

Probably black if I had to choose, but they’re my two tops!

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

I wish I could live in a mix of both. That’s why I loved living in Portland so much. I love the city for so many reasons but I also dislikeit for so many reasons too. The country has way stronger likes. SOOO Country.

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

Learning more languages (Spanish and Italian, speaking more French again and learning German or Russian or Icelandic or Gaelic)

Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

Sometimes I drink my chai tea with sugar. I don’t like my coffee with sugar unless I’m being festive.

What was your favourite book as a child?

Hmmm, The Giving Tree, or Rainbow Fish.. there are many others, but those come to mind first.

Do you prefer baths or showers?

I love lux long baths with bath bombs and slow music, but I would say showers for the sake of refreshment, ease and efficiency. Also, I end up showering off after a bath anyway.

If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

UNICORN (hands down)

Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

Paper (hands down)

What is your favourite item of clothing?

flow things, like dresses or scarves

Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

Yes I like my name. I maybe would if someone I respected renamed me for a purpose or mission, like an honor.

Who is a mentor to you?

Seasoned Christians who have so much love and grace and who walk to the walk they talk 

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

No

Are you a restless sleeper?

I can be, but lately (for the past 2ish years) I’ve been desperate for as much sleep as possible.

Do you consider yourself a romantic?

Yes

Which element best represents you?

Probably Earth but I feel also Water or Air ? Idk

Who do you want to be closer to?

All my friends

Do you miss someone at the moment?

Yes

Tell us about an early childhood memory.

Falling asleep near the lakeshore, waking up and seeing ladybugs crawling everywhere. Bonfires in the autumn, smells. My dog chasing me and jumping off the dock into the water screaming and laughing... gardening with my mom, picking all the tomatoes and eating them with my brother.

What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

A chocolate covered cricket...

What can you see outside your bedroom window?

A pond and lawn

What are you most thankful for?

Life, health, family

Do you like spicy food?

Yes

Have you ever met someone famous?

Yes

Do you keep a diary or journal?

Yes

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Pen

What is your star sign?

Virgo

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

Crunchy

What would you want your legacy to be?

Love and honor 

Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

Yes. A news article about N. Korea

How do you show someone you love them?

Tell them, hug them a lot, shower them with affections, spend time with them, do good things for them..

Do you like ice in your drinks?

In water mostly 

What are you afraid of?

Unknown ?

What is your favourite scent?

Fall... bonfires... wood... oriental spicy stuff... bourbon.. vanilla

Do you address older people by their first or last name?

Depends!

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

I would travel and philanthrope it up, also probably be an artist

Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

Depends! but I love the ocean -can I say Lake?! 

What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

I don’t know... I guess depends on the circumstances, but probably use it for gas? lol

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

Yes, yes

What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

Be kind and have courage ;) 

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

on my arm or wrist, IC XC NI KA with a Greek cross. North star on other arm. And I have more ideas for at least two of my fingers

What can you hear right now?

My dehumidifier buzzing and the frogs signing outside

Where do you feel the safest?

With my dad

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

Letting go of my plans to embrace the unknown in the midst of expectations - trusting- not letting the opinions of others affect me 

If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

I would say the era of artists in Paris - Renaissance France. Or also, the age of the Native Americans living in N America... to see their civilizations and experience their culture before it fell apart.

What is your most used emoji?

Hmm... maybe the two hands lifted up and the sparkle heart, and the laugh cry eyes.

What is your favourite season? Why?

FALLLLLLL because it’s AMAZINGGGG

How would you spend your ideal day?

Be outside with good music, fantastic handcrafted food, drink, with people I love laughing and enjoying the present

Describe yourself using one word.

Stellar

What do you regret the most?

Not being true to myself

Invent your own word. What does it mean?

Nioe - opposite of die- live life to the fullest in love