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[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Could you please do 4 with lots of banter maybe? And an amnesia fic with happy ending with any prompt that you haven't done yet? The first fic I read was based on Harry losing his memory and you wrote the 27 prompt so very beautifully. So please?

Thank you so much @slytherinnbitch for your request and your compliments. All the same for you, you are incredible my love.

It feels like rain

Dialogue Prompt- 18. We both know that i should walk away, but i can't.| TW- Alcohol | Angst with happy ending | Amnesia |

The smells of the scented candles invaded the entire living room as the music poured melodiously echoing the corners. Draco walked around the house making sure everything was close to perfect as they had planned, it'll be the perfect belated anniversary as they had planned. Everything was planned.

Only it wasn't.

The phone rung loudly, making Draco to stop chopping the coriander leaves. Huffing as the ringing grew louder, he wiped his hands over his floral customised apron embroidered with his and Harry's name and he finally picked up the call.

" hello "

" mr. Malfoy it's an emergency, we need you-"

" Macy I told you I can't. Didn't I tell you to find someone else-"

" Sir, it'-its-"

" it's what?"

" it's your boyfriend"

Draco’s breath was caught in his throat, his heartbeat quickening at the pronouncement. And then, everything stilled.

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What it's to be in love, draco had always wondered. Up until now he always thought that perhaps loving was in showering harry with gifts, or Maybe bringing him flowers, or making breakfast for him before leaving, or taking harry out for dinner, or maybe even letting him cry over his shoulder after he had a rough day but when life hurled and kicked draco's door down, everything as if twisted into untwisting circles and suddenly loving became a remembering to him.

It was no longer bringing harry his coffee in bed, but it was him adding quips everytime draco tried to soften thing's up. He still sees in Harry's movements how a part of him was twitching to touch draco, to feel him, to perhaps remember him but it was maybe harry holding himself back, the new harry, the one that would not allow conversations with draco for more than 10 minutes.

He could recall that night when he ran to the infirmary to look in depth what exactly had happened. 4 hours in the room, healing wounds, casting spells, stitching injuries, cleansing harry, he woke up in Draco's absence Only to be informed later,

" Harry's suffered amnesia "

Hope was what he was left to Drown into. A lingering small flicker of hope that perhaps in those long stares Draco gave harry while medicating him, he'd remember, or maybe he'd remember him in all the small conversation Draco's tries to make, or perhaps, he'll remember through those eyes. He hoped, and he hopes, still.

But Draco hated it in all honesty, but he had Faith, he had Faith that the man he loved is still in there and will one day come out. Only the time was running out and draco would soon have to let go of harry from keeping under observation. He was afraid that in the time all he's left, that if he doesn't remember, then how would Draco cope. It was already hard to look after harry every single day and feel his eyes brim with tears of trying to find his lost treasure.

" Macy told you me you spend a lot more time looking after me than Anyone else? What makes me special malfoy ?" Harry has asked one day

Draco stopped in his movements, giving him a curt smile" th- perhaps Because I know if I spend more time with you, you'll remember "

" why are you so obsessed with me remembering ? I mean it's not like it's such a big deal right. If anything I'm happy to have forgotten something's even " harry chuckled lightly.

Draco gulped down the knot that formed in the center of his chest, dug his nails firmly into this palms wishing that Harry would take his words back, for once harry could look at draco with a vision of more than just hatred..

As if harry sensed it he added " I- I don't know if we were friends Draco, if I have mistakenly hurt your feelings by saying that, then I'm sorry "

Draco hummed and practically ran out of the room. In that time Draco decided that not talking with harry would be a much better move than to have his feelings hurt everytime Harry opened his mouth.

But it was hard, it was hard when he realised that Harry had not once opened his mouth to say I love you, because he didn't remember..

It was late in night one day when Draco was attending harry as his last patient before he could go in loneliness,when it happened,

" can I ask you something ?" Harry asked. Draco was cleansing Harry's wounds on his back when he hummed..

"Have you,” He paused, his eyes fluttering close for a moment as he cleared his throat and asked, “have you ever been in love?"

Draco paused his movements, his heart clenching almost painfully in his chest, a knot in his throat.

" you don't have to answer if you don't want to "

Harry's muscles in the back tensed up with Draco's left arm resting on it. Draco inhaled sharply resuming cleansing when he responded "Yes,” He breathed, “yes, I have "

" what does it feel like ?" Harry asked, looking a little over his shoulder as though perhaps he wanted to watch Draco.

Draco licked his lips, smiling to himself a little as he remembered the Times when Harry had remembered Loving him " it's- it's complicated "

" how exactly ?" Harry asked again

" it's- love - it feels like rain "

" feels like rain ?"

They simultaneously whispered.

" how- how do you?" Draco stilled in a jerk

Harry turned around to face Draco, a weird look on his face "there's- there are things in my head. Like there are saying, they're all jumbled. Like I know it's there, but I can't remember who said them to me. All of it is not lost you know. At least that's what I think. But it happens only in the late hours of night when I remember something's and they vanish in the morning. I don't how to feel, but I know how I've felt before, it's all weird "

And in the dying flickering fire as if someone had dropped a log again, the fire of hope grew again in Draco.

"so- y- you're saying you remember but you can't remember who ?" Draco asked cautiously..

" I mean- yeah I think " harry replied.

Draco thought for a moment " I- "

" I feel as though most of these sayings are from Ginny "

Draco's breath hitched, stopping at the hilt, suddenly feelings as all of his organs collapsed into a whole, his brain screaming and all the memories automatically putting a lock on themselves and realisation hit Draco. Harry remembered his life before Draco, or so as it felt. Before Draco, harry had only one lover and that was Ginny and whatever recollection of phrases he had remained with of with Draco became faceless and it only sounded for Harry to feel like they're all from Ginny.

"i- perhaps " Draco replied briskly before he picked up the cotton again with shaking hands and did his wounds in a blurry vision, remaining silent.

" wait- how did- why did you say love felt like rain, isn't it what- I mean i-"

" I read it somewhere " Draco vaguely replied.

" oh " harry mouthed before he wore his shirt again and watched Draco hurriedly leave the room with slumped shoulders.

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" pa, pa pa pa para ra rara ra " Draco hummed as he knocked down doors after door's, collapsing in his office chair, raising his legs over his table, watching a frame of Draco and harry resting over it. He smiled at it before he chugged down another gulp of whiskey burning his throat.

" sir- mr. Malfoy ?" Someone said as they flicked the light on watching Draco with narrowed eyes

" oh- Macy- oh love, you know I shouldn't call you love. Well but again, you did absolutely nothing. But you know you ruined my entire life "Draco's pale eyes glimmered in tears and he chugged down another gulp.

" si- sir.. I'm-"

" do me a favor and please, leave me alone " Draco sobbed. Macy looked at Draco in pity before she turned off the lights and walked away..

Draco remained there staring at the ceiling for a long time, river of tears flowing down his cheeks, wetting his neck and his shirt, sip after sip, he emptied the bottle, crying in the agony of pain that became friendlier minute by minute.

" liar" Draco mumbled to himself, then loudly " fucking pathetic liar" only he wished he could've yelled..

" you loved me, you said you'd never forget me, you said you could never live without me, there you are fucking breathing, living, surviving, taking my breath away, leaving me to die " draco mumbled to himself staring at harry in the picture. And he cried a little more too.

Draco smeared his face with tears, rubbing his hands over his face, releasing a shaky breath before he rested his forehead against the table and left heavy sobs, a weird pain settling into his chest that pulled him in deeper, something that left him empty, Hollow but yearning. Left him heart broken..

It was seconds later, or minutes or an hour later, he had lost the count before he got up and stumbled to Harry's room and as sobriety started settling into him, He watched harry from the door, gazing softly at the sleeping figure,he didn't want to wake him up.

" he'll be fine " Someone said besides him. Draco turned his head to see a patronus hanging in the air, it was maybe a stag, he didn't know, he didn't remember.

" what if he never remembers me ?" Draco asked as it the patronus would answer.

" trust me it'd be fine " it spoke again.

Draco watched the patronus bouncing with light blue light " you don't know that. I've only a day left with him, he'll leave from here and he wouldn't remember a single thing " Draco muffled in tears.

" it'd be fine, Draco, it will be "

Groaning, Draco threw his hand over the patronus, Making it evaporate in the air, faint words still whispering" it'd be fine" until the hallway grew dark again and Draco remained there watching harry from the door.

" what if you never come back to me ?"

And with the dying hope, Draco walked back home.

Only if he had known thing's would've changed the next night. The last night.

Draco has paraded the his healers office next morning, scenting of Harry's Cologne, wearing Harry's shirt and his pendant, he never understood why he did it, but he wore it, perhaps in the last rememberance. But no matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to meet harry that very day. Every opportunity he got, a string tugged him back as if he wasn't ready to say goodbye and it was until the end of the day, he had to finally face Harry.

" you didn't come all day ?" Harry eyes had perhaps glimmered as Draco had entered but Draco purposely ignored it, he couldn't bring himself to hope, not anymore.

" I- I had things " Draco mumbled, wearing his gloves before he checked Harry's pulse, then looked over his scars.

" y- are you mad ?" Harry had asked several minutes later after Draco has remained suspiciously silent.

" why would I be ?"

" you haven't spoken a word " harry pointed.

" it's a strategy you see, it's easier to say goodbye now " Draco mumbled heavily as he pushed away his thrumming feelings.

"y- you'll never meet me after this ?" Harry asked innocently..

Draco bit his lips as he blinked his tears away, offering harry a little smile "I'll try "

Harry spoke again after several minutes, lifting the silence " can I ask you to do something ?"

" anything " Draco whispered.

" can you just like say something so I can remember you by it? I mean we might meet, but we might not right. So I- I just want to retain a memory, just of you "

Draco could've sworn his heart leapt several feets, throbbed Loudly and unshed tears appeared " why- why do you want to ?"

" I- I don't know. I just- I don't want to forget you " harry shrugged.

Draco inhaled before he faced harry, forming a little smile once again before he said " perhaps loving you will always remain a memory, but loving you had felt like stars colliding, sun shining and daisies blooming. Loving you was homely. Now loving you will be will only be a memory "

" who said that ?"

" me " Draco smiled and he went into writing Harry's last report before he'd be ready to go..

" that- nevermind" but Harry remembered looking at Draco's chest, watching carefully the necklace that hung around his neck..

Draco didn't see him again for the rest of the day, busying himself because then maybe, letting go would be easy, saying goodbye wouldn't hurt so much anymore as he knew it did. Maybe it'll become easier.

That night before leaving, Draco stood against Harry's door, watching him sleep one last time.

" we both know I should walk away, but I can't "

And yet, yet he walked away. And still remained.

The fire remained nothing more than a shimmering spark of red and orange and Draco saw it dying out on his couch, his knees pressed against his chest. He watched it slowly die, he watched it die.

But love wasn't remembering or their love wasn't ever supposed to be just a memory, their love was in loving, their love was, still.

That very night when Draco had revisited harry and Whispered the soft words embraced in love, the midnight stroke, harry remained awake and maybe that's why it all changed..

Maybe it was the midnight or maybe it was some unsettling feeling that had remained in Harry's chest when draco had spoken about loving and home, or maybe it was Because of the pendant he saw, he knew there was something..

It came in visions, little by little, like a reel forming, moving forward when Harry jerked awake, sitting still when he remembered. He remembered Loving.

Of course, it wasn't in loving, it was in giving another chance, it was in longing, it was in seeing Draco differently that day, it was in that smile that skipped his heart beat that changed everything..

It was in falling again, once again that he remembered. That he remembered Loving was like raining, slow at first, then rapid with middle, then soothing.

Harry jumped up from the bed, running down the hallways, Calling the home number, wishing Draco would pick up but the phone was resting on the side of the telephone, ignored on purpose.

" sir, I need you to calm down-"

" I need Draco. That's what I need. That's who I need.. don't you see I remember. I remember everything" harry manically yelled.

" yo- you remember ?"

" yes I remember. See I know. You're macy, you work under Draco, the first day you joined you spilled coffee all over Draco's shirt and somehow in trying to help him clean up, you changed his shirts colour to pink. Remember ?" Harry yelled

Macy looked in shock, words dying in her throat.

" I remember everything. I- I need to see Draco" harry ordered.

" but- he requested- he left "

" left ?where ?" Harry asked impatiently.

" he didn't say. He said he's going and didn't mention when he'll come back "

" that ass " Harry mumbled.

" do you have any idea where he might go ?" Harry shook macy violently.

" I- n-no I don't " she stammered. Harry tugged his hair as he started brainstorming, thinking about all the places he could be. All of them but nothing-

"of course, the cottage house " harry jumped up, adrenaline pumping inside every nerve of him.

" but- I - can't let you go " macy said

" oh watch me" and without even thinking Harry disapparted.

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Draco watched as the rain poured down, wetting the window. The fire had died down, maybe not even remaining sparks, and the room grew colder and darker with the absence of warmth and light. But he sat there, knees pressed against his chest, head resting on the wall behind him as his eyes begged for tears to stop, his fingers playing with the necklace lying on his chest.

And just as the thunder broke again, he saw the figure appearing in the living room. It should've scared him but Draco felt insane, hallucinated perhaps.

" Draco " it spoke..

Draco didn't reply, not wanting to feel stupid talking in hallucinations.

" it's me Draco. I'm here " he whispered.

" as if " Draco mumbled.

" I really am " he Whispered. Draco narrowed his eyes at the figure and stepped down the windowsill to face him.

" liar. I know you're not " Draco said as he approached him.

" I really am " he whispered as he too stepped closer.

Draco was an inch apart when he touched him, waiting for his hands to go through, only it didn't and Shock formulated like a slow chemical reaction and he gasped when he realised..

" you -"

" I am very much real " he chuckled holding Draco's sides.

" but you- you forgot "

" I remember, I remember everything Draco"

" no, you- you had amnesia. You're playing with me " Draco harshly Whispered..

He huffed " you think coasters make good wall posters and that they make good show pieces, that's why most of our coaster are on the wall instead of under the cups "

Draco stilled " yo- you-"

" I remember, love, I remember " and without thinking twice, Draco hugged harry breaking into heavy sobs. Mumbling incoherent words.

" I'm so sorry. I'm never forgetting you ever again. I'm so so sorry " harry Whispered as he hugged Draco tighter.

" i- I love you " Draco mumbled in sobs.

" I love you too. Fuck, I missed you "

The wind blew through the door, just as they broke the hug, the cold air stirring inside going through the fireplace, and they kissed, the fire grew again, lighting the darkness Again, the warmth invading again and Love settling in once again.

My greatest Apologies for delaying it longer than I ever should have. Ofc I'm back to writing, so further requests are soon to be delivered. Bear with me. Also thanks to @drarrywords

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pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] rating: teen & up word count: 7,173 summary: Richie is suddenly forced from his home, his kingdom and his birthright, and sent to live in a shithole town in Maine, he doesn't think he'd could ever be happy here. He's quick to learn that there's more in Derry than he'd ever expected. ⤹ a birthday fic for the amy (@eddiefuckinkaspbrak) 

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Richie Tozier was pretty sure he was barely even conscious when he was being dragged out the bed. It wasn’t his bed, because his bed was much higher off the ground with nearly a hundred more pillows than whatever this poor excuse of a mat had. He was pretty sure this blanket was wool, and if his head wasn’t pounding something fierce, he would be raising major complaints. 

“Prince Richard must go.” Charles, who had been Richie’s footman for his whole life and sometimes had more to do with Richie’s up bringing than Richie’s own royal parents, hissed in his ear as Richie clutched at his head. “We need to get away.”

“Away? Away from what?” Richie grumbled. It was mostly dark in the room but as they moved, little flashes of light showed through the long, dark curtains that informed Richie and the sharp ache behind his eyes everytime the light touched them, that it was very much daylight outside. “Can’t it wait? My head is fucking killing me.”

His parents had always begged him to control his cursing, and in their ideal world, he simply wouldn’t curse at all. It wasn’t becoming of a monarch, and if Richie wanted his people to love him, then he couldn’t go around cursing like a common sailor. Not that it mattered much, as Richie had ruined any chances of ever being loved by his parents’ people when he came forward and declared how much he loved dick. 

“I’m afraid it simply cannot wait, Prince Richard, I’m sorry.” Charles said desperately, nearly holding up Richie’s half asleep form. “There has been discourse in the kingdoms, and it seems it’s no longer safe for you here, Your Grace. It is imperative that you be removed tonight.” 

“Moved where?” Richie asked, suddenly feeling much more coherent. He and Charles stumbled out onto the roof of one of the taller towers of his castle home, and the sunlight burned so painfully that Richie was forced to squeeze his eyes shut. “For how long, when am I coming back?”

There was a silence from Richie’s footman that was only interrupted by the chopping noise that could only be a helicopter landing nearby.

“I’m sorry, Prince Richard.” Charles had to shout over the sounds of the helicopter as Charles continued to guide Richie over to it. “At this time, it’s a matter of your safety and your life. You will not be returning to Chamberlain.” 

Richie was dazed as Charles pushed him into the helicopter and somebody- Richie couldn’t even be bothered to figure out who- buckled him up. And even as it burned his eyes and made his actual brain throb, Richie watched the Kingdom of Chamberlain disappear from view. 

He couldn’t have told anybody how long the ride lasted after Richie couldn’t see his home anymore. Could have been hours, could have been days. Richie felt numb right down to his core, but eventually the helicopter landed on a large landing strip and Richie was being ushered back out. People certainly were being grabby with him today. And his head still fucking hurt.

A man in a formal grey suit was waiting on the tarmac and gave Richie a slight bow as he approached. “Prince Richard, it’s an honour to meet you.”

Richie forced a smile. “There is no need to bow, sir. I know little of what is going on, but it certainly I am no longer any prince. Just Richie is fine.”

The man straightened up and gave Richie a wiry smile. “My name is Donald Uris, and I’m part of a very private branch of the United Nations which works lands such as your kingdom, to provide safety and protection for those of royal blood such as yourself in situations like this. I will do my best to give you an easy transition into your new life.”

Richie nodded and followed Mr Uris back to a small, grey van parked the end of the turmac strip. Richie crawled into the backseat and buckled himself up. Immediately, Mr Uris was pulling out pieces of paper and handed them to Richie. Most of them didn’t make any sense to him at all, with numbers and dates and signatures but something did catch his eye near the bottom of the pile. 

CERTIFICATE OF VITAL RECORD. STATE OF MAINE.

TOZIER, RICHARD IRA. MARCH 07, 2003 M LITTLE CANADA, MN

Richie frowned. It was his name, sort of. His first name, certainly, but not last name nor his even middle name. Not his actual date of birth, but the correct year. He didn’t even know what a Little Canada or a Maine was, except that he assumed it was somewhere in America. Just like he was now. 

“The story we’ve come up with is that you are the son of my deceased sister, come to live with my family.”  Mr Uris said. “All these documents are everything you will need to be a legal citizen and navigate your life here in America. You’ve been enrolled in public high school, though I will warn you that their curriculum is likely behind that of your personal studies in Chamberlain. My son, Stanley is of an age with you and will be showing you around the school and the town and helping you feel at home.”

Richie flipped through the papers again, still not completely absorbing what they said. “Can you…” Richie started, then cleared his throat. “Do you know why I had to come here?” 

Mr Uris was quiet for a moment before he started up the van and began to pull away from the drop off. The helicopter was already long gone. “I don’t have all the information, Richard, I’m afraid. All I’m aware of is that an attempt had been made on your life, a very close attempt, and it was the belief of your parents and counsel that the best course of action would be to allow those who harm you to believe that they succeeded, and to get you somewhere safe.”

“They told everybody I was dead.” Richie said slowly. Another awkward silence settled in the space between him and Mr Uris.

“It’s not a cut and dry as that, Richie.” 

But Richie was pretty sure that it was. 

The Uris’ house was nice. Certainly no castle, but bigger than any of the houses in the village’s under Richie’s reign. Two stories, possibly with an attic. Large windows and front porch with a swing. A front yard with flawless green grass and white mailbox. A wooden fence separated the property to the neighbours nearly identical houses, and there was a large two car garage. Suburban bliss, Richie thought to himself, though he’d never really experienced suburban- or even urban- other than the occasional at times he’d sat down and watched American television.He’d never considered when watching to take notes, that it would end up being his life. 

It was only when Mr Uris guided him up the stairs, that Richie realized that he didn’t have any belongings. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt that he’d awoken in, possibly days ago, and he suddenly felt disgusted. “Mr Uris, I’m sorry to interrupt but I think I really could use a shower. And I don’t have any change of clothes or anything-”

“Oh yes, of course!” Mr Uris’ eyes widened as though surprised he hadn’t thought of that himself. “The bathroom you and Stanley will be sharing is just down the hall. I will tell you that my son is rather particular, so I ask that you did not touch any of his belongings. We placed shampoo, conditioner and soap in there for you already, and we will take you shopping for anything else you might need or if you don’t like shampoo brands we’ve gotten for you. The Aveeno products are all Stan’s, so please don’t touch them. And the same goes with blue towels and face clothes in the top cupboard, yours are in the bottoms cupboard. Your bedroom is on the left joining side, and there are some clothes in there for you. Nothing fancy or extravagant, but I think it will be adequate for you.” 

Richie blinked, information being thrown at him with no qualms. 

“This is it here.” Mr Uris opened the bathroom door and Richie was happy to see that it wasn’t much different than that back home. Smaller, but just as efficient. “Take your time, but we do have mandatory dinner at 5:30. You’re free to leave again after the meal, curfew is 11pm.”

Richie laughed. “Thank you, Mr Uris, but I don’t think I need to worry about curfew anytime soon.”

Mr Uris smiled back at him. “You might be surprised. My son has a nice little group of friends and I’m sure they’d be happy to have you along, Richie. Life here might not be as glamorous as royal life, but it’s not too horrible.”

Mr Uris left him alone to his thoughts after that, as Richie turned the water on as hot as it would go and stood under the burning stream. He still wasn’t sure he had un-numbed yet. Richie had never had friends before, not really. There were people around the palace, always, that Richie sometimes chummed around with but the only person Richie had ever really been close to was his sister.

The choking feeling of incoming tears hit Richie hard. God, Reed. He’d probably never see his sister again. She might not even know he was alive, but she was going to be being groomed for rule now. Thrusted into the position after the sudden loss of her only sibling, and her life would never be the same. Reed was sweet, pure, and Richie feared the pressure of rule could crush her. 

Richie didn’t mean to cry, but when he came out with dripping hair and red skin, his eyes were no doubt puffy and red as well. He wrapped himself up in the beige towels from the bottom cupboard and pushed open the joining door to the bedroom.

Only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of two boys in the room. A thin boy with wiry blonde curls and a distinct nose and jaw line that made it obvious he was Mr Uris’ son, Stanley, was seated at the desk in a pastel blue button up and khaki pants. Lounging across the bed, in white T-shirt and red runners shorts, was a boy with day messy brown hair and wide brown eyes. 

“Oh, uh- shit.” Richie said, suddenly aware of his obvious nakedness besides the towel around his waist. He was glad his skin was already flushed from hot water, otherwise his blush would be horribly obvious. ”I’m sorry. I thought your dad said my room connected to the bathroom.”

“It does.” Stan said simply, turning back to the door he had previously been reading. “It joins on the other side, the left. I’m sure my father told you. Do you know what left is?”

Richie's mouth dropped and blinked hard at him. “I- yes I know what left is! I got a lot of information in a short period of time. I forgot.”

Stan stared him down for a month before he smirked. “It’s fine. You’re not in a blue towel, so you’re forgiven.”

“Is this your cousin?” Stan’s friend spoke up suddenly, and Richie was aware of how the other boys’ gaze was trailing down his torso. “Richie, right? I’m Eddie.”

Eddie held his hand out but Richie stared down at it awkwardly, his own hands still holding tightly to the towel around his waist. “Yeah, I’d love to shake your hand but I think I’ll do it a little less naked if that’s cool.”

Eddie laughed and that sound made Richie’s stomach jump. ”That seems pretty fair. Your room is on the other side of the bathroom. The bed is really comfortable by the way, I crashed there enough times to know.”

“Don’t mind Eddie,” Stan called over to them, his eyebrows pinched together like he found something deeply amusing. “He’s in the middle of a reborn and he’ll hit on anything that moves.”

“Well, it’s pretty convenient that I am able to move then, isn’t it?” Richie waggled his brow, tried to ignore the fact that he was naked and relished in the way Eddie’s freckled cheeks pinkened slightly. Richie made his way back into the bathroom and let himself into the room on the other side, the room that belonged to him. 

It wasn’t too different from Stanley’s, a double bed with a comforter set. A desk pushed into the corner and a large window with flannel curtains. But there weren't any pictures or posters on the walls, or awards or trophies littering shelves. It looked like exactly what Eddie had described it as, a guest room. 

Richie sighed and moved towards the double door closet and opened it to a selection of jeans, khakis, button up shirts and white t-shirts. Richie had never chosen his own clothes before, never really considered the option, and this didn’t feel much different. Instead of an assortment of suits, it was just a different type of wardrobe.

He threw on a pair of jeans, cringing when they came up a couple inches short of his ankles. He grabbed a white t-shirt and one of the button ups- pink and white striped- and left it unbuttoned. He shook out his hair that way he always did when he wasn’t forced to style it for some sort of event, and he knew it was how his curls looked the best once they dried. He grabbed a pair of plain white socks from the basket in the bottom of the closet and tugged them. He hung the wet towel on the back of the door and returned back to Stanley’s room.

Eddie chuckled at him the moment Richie entered back into the room, eyes glued to the too short pants. “Your pants don’t fit.”

“Yeah, my dick is so big it’s forcing the fabric up.” Richie shot off. 

Stan rolled his eyes in Richie’s peripheral vision but Eddie didn’t seem fazed. “Well you look like an idiot with them like that, let me help you.

Eddie dropped down to his knees in front of Richie, and Richie felt his face burn a bright red. Eddie rolled up the cuffs of his pants just slightly, enough that they looked short on purpose, and popped back up with a grin on his face. “There! Now you don’t look so much like an idiot.”

“Thanks, Eds. You’re really saving my ass.”

“Are you two done?” Stan asked, marking his place in the book and pushing away from his desk. “Because it’s 5:30 so we have to get to dinner.”

Eddie's eyes light up. “Mr Uris makes the best spinach pasta, you’re in for a treat.” He took off out the bedroom and downstairs towards the kitchen Richie had walked through when he’d gotten there. Richie moved to follow but Stan caught his arm before he could get anyway.

“Nobody in town knows who you really are except my parents and myself.” Stan told him seriously. “I don’t like lying to my friends, but I know it’s a matter of your safety so I won’t complain. I just ask you please try not to slip up. I don’t want my friends to think I’m a liar, and it’ll put your life in danger.”

“Your friends are the people who are trying to get me off’ed?” Richie challenged, simply for a lack of any other response. 

“The more people who know who you are, the more possibility of your identity getting out.” Stan said dryly. “You should take this seriously. It’s literally a matter of your life or death.” 

Richie learned within the week that it was actually rare for Stan to have his friends over to the house. Stan was always jetting out, returning home for his 5:30 dinners then taking off again until curfew. Mr Uris assured Richie that Stan was usually around the house more often that that, but it was the last week of summer vacation and he was trying to suck up the last bit of freedom he had left before going back to school. Richie wasn’t too upset that Stan wasn’t around much, Richie was still getting used to the entire situation. 

Richie’s first day in town, Mr Uris had handed him a cell phone and showed him all the sorts of apps. Richie hadn’t bothered to set up any sort of social media, but once Mr Uris showed him a music app called Spotify, Richie had been hooked. It was like having every bit of music ever released at his fingertips in a way that Richie had never experienced before, and it blew his mind that everybody had this sort of access here. He spent days just exploring the apps playlists, learning new artists and devoting hours to their entire discographies if he could. 

Richie had been so immersed in his music library that he hadn’t even noticed the door to his bedroom opening. Richie relished in the privilege to hide in his bedroom, something he was so rarely allowed to do back in Chamberlain. 

Eddie had let himself into Richie’s room and was grinning at him. Riche yanked that headphones out of his ears and sat up in the bed. Ever since Eddie had rolled up the cuffs of Richie’s jeans his first day in town, Richie had been trying to continue doing it with the too short selection pants in his closet. He never managed to make it look as good Eddie had. The cuffs usually didn’t reach the same length, one thicker than the other, but Richie didn’t mind too much. 

“Stanley isn’t here.” Richie said, resting up against the headboard of his bed. “I actually sort of thought that he was out with you.”

“We have other friends,” Eddie said dismissively. “I’m here to see you. Well, to steal you.”

Richie raised his eyebrows, legs starting to jitter under him. He stood up and moved over towards Eddie. “What like, kidnap me?”

Eddie smiled. “School starts tomorrow, you can’t go in with all these too small clothes. Come on.”

Richie frowned but let Eddie lead him out of his bedroom and down to where Mr and Mrs Uris were sitting at the small kitchen table with steaming mugs in front of them. They glanced up and only Mrs Uris seemed mildly surprised to see Eddie there.

“Edward, we’ve told you that you don’t need to sneak in.” Mr Uris said, voice dripping with amusement. 

“Sorry, sir, force of habit.” Eddie chuckled. “Richie needs new clothes.” 

Mr Uris blinked and glanced at Richie, two short jeans and button up shirt and chuckled. “I suppose you’re right, Edward.” He stood and pulled his wallet out from the back pocket of his pants, pulling out a slick bank card. “Go ahead and get whatever you need to within reason, but from here on out, if you want spending money you’ll need to do chores like Stanley does.”

Richie blinked. He’d never done any sort of housework before, but he didn’t think he should point that out. He still wasn’t sure what was considered normal, and what wasn’t, and he was pretty sure that not owning any clothes that fit him fell under the “not normal” category. The last thing he needed was to make Eddie suspicious of him, when it had been made very apparent that Richie should be doing everything in his power not to be drawing unwanted attention to himself.

So he let Eddie guide him to the closest bus stop, and pretended to his best ability that he’d taken a bus before at any point in his life. The mall didn’t seem to be anything overly impressive, a long straight hallway with stores. Mostly clothing stores, but there were two or three cell phones shops as well as a bookstore. There was a single As Seen On TV! Store that caught Richie’s eye, but Eddie quickly shoved him into the first clothing store. 

“Okay, you need jeans. What size are you?” Eddie guided Richie over the long table with pair and pair of denim pants laid out across it, in different shades of blue and some black. Some were already ripped through the knees and thighs and Richie frowned at them, reaching out and putting his fingers through the rips in the fabric. 

“Richie?” Eddie prompted again, startling Richie out of his wonder. 

“Oh, uh…” Richie frowned. “Tall?”

Eddie crinkled up his nose and shook his head, before looking Richie up and down slightly. “How does somebody not know what size pants they are? Here.” Eddie started scooping up different pairs of pants in the same style, and tossed them into Richie’s arms. “We’ll get a dressing room, try them all on and you’ll figure out pretty quickly what fits and what doesn’t. We can go from there.”

Richie felt beyond embarrassed to have to ask the workers for a change room, and even more embarrassed to be changing down into his underwear with Eddie standing just outside. Whenever Richie had gone for a fitting before, it had always been himself and his stylist aside from any occasional time his mother would show up to pass her own judgement on whatever they were trying to put Richie into. 

He eventually did figure out however, that his pant size was and Eddie quickly started tossing him as many pairs of pants as was allowed in the changing room at a time. He liked the pants that were tighter in the legs and ankles, and while he didn’t really understand why somebody would buy jeans that were already ripped, he couldn’t deny there was something he enjoyed about it when he looked at himself wearing them in the dressing room mirror. He got two pairs of the blue ripped jeans, and another two pairs of the regular jeans, one in a dark blue and one in black. 

Eddie nodded with a satisfied smile. “Sweaters and shit are all on back to school sales, so this really is the best time to shop for anything.”

Richie reached his hand out and touched one of the sweaters on the hooks. It was soft, and checkered black and white. He noticed Eddie wrinkled his nose as Richie gave it attention. “It’s not good?” He asked. He wasn’t sure why stores would sell clothes that weren’t nice, and something about the pattern called to Richie, but he wouldn’t want to wear anything that would make him look wrong. 

“I wouldn’t wear anything like that.” Eddie said. “But it doesn’t matter what I like, it’s what you like. Get it if you want it.”

Richie turned back to the sweatshirt and smiled slightly. He’d never had this sort of freedom with clothing before, and he pulled the sweatshirt from the rack before proceeding to grab the clothes with the brightest and wildest colours and patterns he could find. He watched Eddie get more and more amused as they moved through the store. 

As the cashier rang them through, Eddie turned to Richie. “Do you need anything else for school?”

Richie frowned. “What would I need?”

“Uh-” Eddie faltered and Richie realized he’d asked a “not normal” question. “Like… pens and paper? Binders?”

“Oh!” Richie said, trying not to flush as he put Mr Uris’ card into the machine and put in the four number code he’d given him on his way out the door. “No, no. Mr and Mrs Uris have that stuff coming out of their asses, I’m pretty sure.”

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t think I doubt that. We can just pick up some new shoes for you because you’ve been limping around in those sneakers all day like they’re two sizes too small.”

They were just a pair of black sneakers that Mr Uris had from when he’d gone through a short period of thinking he wanted to go to the gym, and they were certainly hurting Richie’s feet. Eddie led Richie down that long hall again to a store that seemed to sell only shoes, and a pair of thick black boots caught Richie’s eye immediately. 

He tried them on, going a full size higher than the sneakers on his feet, and Eddie made him walk and also buy a pair of sneakers because he assured Richie that they were much more practical than the boots. After they finished, Eddie even helped Richie carry his bags onto the bus and back to the Uris’ house. Richie excitedly unloaded all the new clothes and shoes into his closet, and felt a warm flutter in his chest when he thought of going to school the next morning. 

He was significantly less impressed with the thought of school when he was dragged out of bed by Stanley at 6:30 the next morning. He threw the first things he saw in the closet, one of the ripped blue jeans with a shirt covered in Hawaiian flowers that was so large on him that it reached the middle of his thighs and threatened to slip off his shoulder. He tossed his hair up into a half-hearted bun on top of his head that he knew would be mostly fallen out by the end of his day and graciously accepted the buttered toast and orange juice that Mrs Uris handed both Stan and Richie as they were being ushered out to Mr Uris’ car. 

One of the only other vehicles sitting in the parking lot when they arrived was a big red truck. The paint was chipping on the sides, and a group of teenagers were standing around it and sitting in the bed. Stan gave his father a quick goodbye and took off running towards it, while Richie hesitated in the back seat of Mr Uris’ Sedan. 

Mr Uris’ caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “If you’re not ready yet, you can take another day off at home. I know this must all be a lot.”

It was, but Richie cleared his throat and unbuckled himself. “No, uh… It’s probably easier to be the new kid on the first day right? Instead of coming in when classes have already started?”

Mr Uris’ smiled. “It is, yeah.”

Richie gave his new guardian a thanks as he slid out of the car and walked slowly over the group of teenagers that Stan had rushed over to. 

“Hey, Richie!” 

Richie sighed a breath of relief when Eddie called out to him. While he’d known that Eddie was going to be at school with him- there was only high school in town- it was still nice to see Eddie was already there, meaning one less introduction. 

“Guys, this my cousin Richie.” Stan said, lying with such ease it startled Richie. He smiled as Eddie gestured for him to climb up into the bed of the truck and sit down beside him. “I told you he’d be coming to live with us. Richie, this is Mike, Ben and Beverly-” He pointed to each person in turn. “You already know Eddie, and Bill should be coming but he’s late because that’s who he is as a person.”

Mike gave him a toothy grin. “Bill isn’t always late, I usually pick him up but I learned a long time ago not to bother trying on the first day of the school because it would just mean we’d both miss the first period.” 

Richie laughed. Eddie leaned into Richie’s space, chin resting on Richie’s shoulder. “Mike and Bill are together,” he whispered in Richie’s ear as the conversation around them swirled into what their first periods were. “We all pretend we don’t know, but they’re not subtle at all.” 

The parking lot was quickly filling up with cars and people, and Eddie kept his chin on Richie’s shoulder. “Ben has had a crush on Beverly since like sixth grade when he moved here.” Eddie continued whispering his friends' secrets to Richie as they talked obliviously. “She and Bill dated for like, three years or something, though, it’s just something we don’t talk about. We don’t talk about how Bill and Beverly used to date, either, but it makes Beverly really awkward.”

Richie nodded. “No talking about the love square. Got it.”

Eddie giggled directly in Richie’s ear and it really couldn’t be healthy how his heart jumped, skipping a full beat. 

It actually surprised Richie had quickly he got the hang of his new life. Mr Uris hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said that their education system was behind that of Chamberlain, and Richie quickly rocketed up to the top of their class. September turned into October, and people stopped giving Richie weird looks in the hallways and started asking him for homework help instead. Beverly officially caught Mike and Bill on a date, and the not secret-secret officially became open knowledge amongst Stan’s friends. Stan got a crush on a girl in his and Richie’s AP math class, and Richie teased him about it mercilessly, but Richie was still the first person Stan came to when he asked her out and she said yes. 

As the end of October loomed nearer, Richie quickly realized he rarely spent any time away from Eddie Kaspbrak. They had most of their classes together, and Eddie was over at the Uris’ house almost everyday after school if the group wasn’t all hanging out. Just a couple days before Hallowe’en, Eddie had invited Richie to see some horror flick and paid for the entire thing. He’d gotten scared and spent half the movie with this face hidden behind Richie’s shoulder, and the fluttering in his stomach kept Richie up almost the entire night after he’d gotten home. 

Hallowe’en came around and Stan ordered Richie a costume to match all the rest of their friends. They weren’t doing anything like Hallowe’en on American TV, not trick or treating or going to some sort of intense rave in costumes that were basically half naked. They’d all gotten oversized sweaters with Pokemons on them, each of them a different one, and they were all going to have a sleepover out at Mike Hanlon’s family’s farm. 

Richie had had a few other sleepovers since he’d come to Derry, but this was the first time that Eddie was going to be there all night. Eddie’s mother rarely let him out of the house overnight, and Hallowe’en was one of the occasions that Eddie felt important enough to argue with her over his sleepover rights. Richie was stupidly excited and painfully nervous. 

Richie had never really had a crush on somebody before, certainly not like this. He was only a drink or two into the mix that Mike and Bill had somehow provided and Richie was feeling a buzz under his skin that he did not associate with the glasses of wine he’d be allowed to drink with meals back in Chamberlain, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Eddie across the campfire in his huge Squirtle sweater. 

Richie couldn’t think of any good reason not to, so he crawled around the fire and settled at Eddie’s side. They pressed together from knee to shoulder and Eddie turned to give Richie a slow smile. He was still nursing his drink of the evening and his eyes were bright and alert. “Hey, Togepi.” He said, grinning down at Richie’s sweater.

“I think it’s kind of bullshit that my sweater is the only one that’s white.” Richie said with a sigh. “I’m probably the most likely to get myself dirty.”

Eddie waggled his brow and licked his bottom lip before pulling his drink back up to his mouth and taking a long sip. “It’s eggshell, not white. You’re a fucking egg.”

Something about Eddie deadpanning the term you’re a fucking egg hit Richie hit in the giggles, head dropping down onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie shivered as Richie’s breath blew across his neck and suddenly the rest of the sounds in the barn seemed to fade away around them. 

Richie lifted his head slightly, and Eddie’s hand came out to rest on his cheek. Richie was pretty sure his heart was in his throat as Eddie leaned into him, but he still found himself- “Eddie, wait.” Richie breathed out. He didn’t want to do it like this, he couldn’t. “I… I have to tell you something. I’m not who you think I am.”

Eddie blinked at him, not pulling away or lowering his hand, but pausing his motions forward. Richie inhaled slowly. “I’m not Stanley’s cousin. I’m not… I’m not related to him at all. I’m… okay this is going to sound insane but I’m actually a … prince.”

Eddie’s hand fell from Richie’s face, dropping to rest on top of Richie’s hands in his lap. “Okay, please, I know this sounds absolutely crazy and you can ask Stan if you need to. I mean, he might lie actually, I’m not sure. I was sent here for my own protection, people in my home country were trying to kill me. Maybe for being gay, maybe for something else, but probably for being gay. I’m not supposed to tell anybody who I am, but I didn’t want you to- I didn’t want us if you didn’t really know who I am because that’s not fair to you. Even though you probably think I’m fucking nuts now.”

Eddie sat there a long moment, just looking at Richie’s face. If Richie had thought Eddie had got his heart racing before, it was certainly nothing compared to how raced with panic now. “I should think you’re fucking nuts.” Eddie said slowly. “But I actually believe you.”

“What?” Richie asked, voice coming out more of a gasp than actual words.

Eddie broke into a shy smile. “It actually makes a lot of stuff make more sense. Like how you moved here without so much as a pair of shoes to your name, and you didn’t know who Lady Gaga was.” 

Richie chuckled and Eddie’s thumbs brushed over the backs of Richie’s hands. “Thank you for telling me, honestly. I really like you, Richie… and I wanna like you for who you are. Whoever you are.”

“I really like you, too.” Richie said, feeling himself blush. “I don’t think I’ve ever liked somebody like this before.”

Eddie beamed. “Can we makeout now?” 

“Oh. I don’t… I really don’t know how-” 

Eddie smirked and reached up to tangle his fingers in Richie’s black curls. “Oh, I think I can show you the ropes.” He tugged Richie in to connect their lips, and Richie was a little shocked to realize how quickly instinct took over. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there with Eddie, could have been hours, or just minutes, but he was brought back into the reality of the party around him when a marshmallow hit him in the side of the head. 

“Kaspbrak!” Stan shouted from across the fire. “Get your tongue out of my cousin’s mouth!” 

Eddie joyously flipped Stan the bird before pulling Richie in for another kiss. 

November flew back in a haze of Eddie and colourful leaves. The snow began to fall and Richie began to learn all about Hanukkah from his new found family, and about Christmas from his boyfriend. The amount of things that took place in such a small period of time at the end of December was a little dizzying for Richie, and he expressed as much to Mrs Uris one day as she was helping him making real hot cocoa for himself and Eddie. 

“Nothing is expected of you, Richie.” Mrs Uris told him gently. “We know that this must be weird for you, the holidays away from your family. I’m sure Eddie knows it, too.”

Richie’s ears burned slightly. It had taken all of three days into his and Eddie’s relationship for Richie to confess to Stan and the Uris’ that he told Eddie the truth about who he was. Stan had been supportive and happy for him, while Mr and Mrs Uris had still been apprehensive about Richie sharing that information. Stan had tried reminding them they’d known Eddie since the other boy wore diapers, but they’d still been concerned that it put Richie’s safety at risk. 

“Richie…” Mr Uris called from the front foyer of the house. “Can you come here, please?”

Richie stepped towards Mr Uris, only to freeze at the sight in front of him. Shedding out of long grey trench coats were Richie’s parents and younger sister, Reed. She gasped at the sight of him, and flung herself into his arms without a care of the snow still hanging off her. Though shocked, Richie didn’t have any hesitation in wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tight squeeze. 

“Rich?” Eddie’s voice sounded from behind him and Richie slowly pulled away from his sister’s embrace. Eddie was standing at the bottom of the stairs, Stan and his girlfriend, Patty, just behind him. Mrs Uris was hovering nearby in the doorway between the kitchen and the front hall.

“These are my parents, and my baby sister.” Richie smiled at them and reached his hand out behind him for Eddie. Eddie shuffled over and grabbed hold of Richie’s awaiting hand. “You guys, this is Eddie. My boyfriend.” 

Eddie smiled bashfully at them, only half hidden behind Richie’s figure. Reed let out a delighted gasp while his parents donned polite smiles. 

“It's lovely to meet you, Eddie.” King Wentworth said, sounding genuine enough. His parents had been loving and understanding when Richie had come out to them, and he knew that most of their wants of Richie to keep things shushed was out of concern for his safety. Rightfully so, it would seem. “Richard, we come with news.”

Richie raised his eyebrows at them, finding himself struggling to slip back into the formal person he knew he should be right then. “Yeah… Uh yes, okay. Let’s sit.”

The merged families sat around the sunny Uris’ living room as Mrs Uris offered everybody their selection of drinks. 

“I’m afraid we cannot stay long,” Queen Margaret said sweetly, patting at Mrs Uris’s extended hand. “The royal family cannot all be absent from their places for long. We have pressing issues to discuss with Richard that must have been said in person.”

Eddie squeezed Richie’s knee, and Richie leaned to the side to press a soft kiss to Eddie’s cheek. There was a burning feeling in his gut that told him this was going to get messy.

“We have found the culprit who was making the attempts on your life.” King Wentworth said, eyes only for his son. Richie felt a chill run down his spine. “It was Lord St George of Little Tall Island. He was unhappy when the bethoral between yourself and his eldest daughter, Lady Selena, and he seemed to believe that it would be better to have you dead then it be revealed that you have rejected his kin.”

Richie only dimly remembered Selena St George. A mousy girl with long braids, they’d met only three or so times, and he felt she’d said an equal amount of words in his presence. 

“We have him contained and he’s awaiting a trial in our dungeons.” King Wentworth continued. Richie heard Eddie whisper the word dungeon in awe at Richie’s side. “We wanted to let you know that, should you choose to return, it is safe for you.”

Richie was sure for a moment that he’d misheard, but the way every eye in the room was trained on him promised that he hadn’t. “Go… Go back to Chamberlain? I thought… didn’t you tell everybody I was dead?”

“Yes, when we believed it unlikely we would ever find the person responsible for the attempts on your life,” Queen Margaret said softly. “We have found him, and there is no reason to carry on the charade that you’ve been lost to us.” 

Richie swallowed audibly. “You said if I choose to, you mean it’s up to me?”

The King and Queen exchanged a look with Mr Uris. “Donald told us much about how you’ve grown the past four months. That you seem… happy. Adjusted here. We would love for you to come home with us, but Donald’s stories prompted us to wonder if that would be what make you happy.”

Richie glanced at his sister, who smirked and pointedly looked in Eddie’s direction. Richie’s boyfriend was sitting stalk still beside him, pale and pressed against his side. Richie thought of their relationship, how they’d only just begun to fall for each other, and he thought of sneaking into Stan’s room at night to talk even though he pretended it annoyed him. Thought of all the clothes in his closet upstairs, every single one picked out by him for him. He thought of Mike, and Beverly and Ben and Bill, the first real friends he’d ever had. He thought of the stories that Mrs Uris and Eddie had told him of Hanukkah and Christmas, and how even though he was nervous about it he wanted to experience the holidays. 

“I.. I think I want to stay.” Richie said slowly, looking at Mr and Mrs Uris. “If that’s okay.” 

“You are more than welcome to stay, Richie.” Mr Uris assured him with a fond smile. 

“You need to be sure that’s what you want.” King Wentworth leaned forward and rested his hands on Richie’s knees. “If you do wish to stay in America, we would continue forward under the premise that you have died. For your safety and your privacy. The privacy of the family who took you in and your friends. We would charge St George with your murder rather than simply an attempt, you would not be able to ever return to Chamberlain.”

Richie’s stomach tensed for a moment before he remembered a simple fact. “I already believed that to be true.” Richie said in his most princely voice. “I had accepted that I would never see you or Chamberlain again months ago, that was what they told me when I came here. I made my own life, and I love it. I love the people in it.” Eddie’s head came down and rested gently against Richie’s shoulder. “And I love you guys, too, so much but I… I don’t want to be a prince, I don’t want to rule or any of that shit. I’m not built for it. This is the life I want, and Reed will be an amazing Queen. Better than I could ever be a King.” 

Reed gave him a tearful smile. “You know it, big brother.”

“That’s your final decision, son?” King Wentworth asked his only son. 

Richie made only a second of eye contact with Stanley, who offered him up a half twitch of a smile. “Yeah.” Richie said happily. “It is.”

[morelikesin]

Morning

A small drabble on an emotional morning with Phoenix and Miles 💕 This takes place any time after Dual Destinies. I'm writing it where they're already married. This is just a quick bit I wanted to write when I had the idea :') I also drew a quick something at the end. The fic is under the cut!

Phoenix really wished he had more days off - everytime he was, there was always a great smell in the house from Miles' cooking. Being off work more often meant more of that, even if a little less bank coming in. It would definitely be worth it.

Lifting himself up from the cushioned mattress and tossing aside the velvety soft blankets atop of him, he stretches his limbs with a low groan - reaching his arms back before pulling them into his lap as he relaxed. Taking in a deep breath, he pulls his legs over the side of the bed and hoists himself over so he could see what was on the menu this morning.

Closing the lid of the cooking pot to steam the rice, Mr. Edgeworth hummed quietly to himself a peaceful little tune; one of which he'd seem to be making up as he went along. Turning his attention elsewhere as the grains cooked, he lowered the heat for another burner to medium, where he was cooking miso soup. Adding in a good few tablespoons of yellow miso paste, he whisked the substance into the already simmered broth before adding some previously cut up blocks of tofu. Raising the spoon to catch a quick taste, he found it was light, slightly sweet, and smooth in a way he quite enjoyed. Something was missing though, of course - turning towards the fridge to grab a few stalks of watercress to chop and throw in.

Stepping out from their bedroom and making his way downstairs into their kitchen, Phoenix paused a moment to simply watch his love candid from the steps. Miles, dressed in his soft, white robe like every morning accompanied by his perfect-as-always hair. Phoenix could nay say the same, given his own styling takes ten minutes on a good day.

Watching the way he so gracefully moved even without knowing eyes were on him was incredibly cute - though Miles would never let him say that, with how against that description he was when it was of himself. For now, Phoenix knew Miles was cute. Handsome, of course. Sexy, of course. Cute, of course.

Phoenix made his presence known by making a soft yawn as he walked down the last few steps, walking into the main kitchen and making sure to gently hold his hand against the small of Miles' back as he stood next to him. The latter shook his head slightly whilst quickly chopping up the watercress aforementioned - swiftly picking them up between his hand and the knife and tossing it into the soup.

"Good morning, Wright. How did you sleep?"

Phoenix made a darling little laugh that Miles loved so much - the type with a sort of deepness to it; a sort of breathlessness. "Well, I slept just fine with you by me, hun," he spoke prior to pressing his lips against the prosecutor's cheek, "with you being as warm as a radiator and all, ha..!"

Miles scoffed. "Very funny. Is that all I'm good for in bed? To keep you warm?"

"I was about to say no, but..'keeping me warm' sure has a lot of meanings. And I think you're good for all of them." Phoenix sighed, sporting a small smile as he pressed his face into the nape of Miles' neck contently - lips gently kissing his shoulder. It earned a sweet, if calm, sigh from the prosecutor.

"..I could say the same for you. But it's much too early for this, mm? We can work out our flirtations after we eat breakfast."

Phoenix kept his dorky smile splashed on his countenance as he pulled away, raising a hand to brush back some strands of hair from his eyes - finding himself not too annoyed today with his 'naturally-spiky-but-not-spiky-enough-and-more-messy' bedhead. "That works with me; everything smells so good!"

Miles looked flattered from that. "Thank you, Wright. It is certainly better than what you normally make yourself in the morning-"

"Hey- don't knock cup coodles! I could live off of those."

Miles furrowed his brows and gave a glance to Phoenix in exasperation. "This is why I'm the one who feeds us. Anyhow.." The former smiled to himself as he pulled a plastic package of soba noodles in front of him on the counter - removing the wrapper and slowly adding the noodle block into the miso broth. "Maya called me earlier. She asked me to tell you that she'll be unavailable all day."

With Phoenix opening the fridge door to grab something to drink, he paused to speak before grabbing the carton of orange juice - much like many of their groceries, an expensive brand that Phoenix wasn't used to, and Miles' choosing. "Oh? Was she planning on taking Trucy and Pearls somewhere?"

Miles shook his head as he wiped off his hands with a damp washcloth that he'd set beside him prior, "Sort of. She wanted to make a trip to Hazakura Temple - she and Pearl are to train while Trucy is their...how did she put it, ah.. 'hype-man'." He felt silly even recalling the term, but Phoenix's expression seemed to prove that he knew what he meant.

"Hah- well, she'll get no bother from me then. I'll just check up on them when they get back. We have the whole day to ourselves, for once.." Phoenix meekly spoke - pouring himself a glass of the aforementioned juice before guzzling it down in a post-sleep thirstiness. He wiped his upper lip with his wrist as he went back in to pour some more.

"It is rare, isn't it..?" The prosecutor seemed somewhat sorrowful in stating that. "I want to make the most of it. It's not often I'm not out travelling, or you're not on duty, or there's no emergencies."

Phoenix parted his lips to speak, before sighing and looking down to his cup solemnly. He set it down. "...Yeah. But..I still love you all the same." He looked back up to the love of his life; a carefree smile pulling at his lips and a special brightness glittering in his eyes, "We're a family. Things are..always going to come up, but our time spent away or together feel all the same to me. The only difference is that I get to actually kiss you, in times like now. Being apart..just reminds me of how much I trust you."

The words hit harder than Miles expected them to. Even with the defense attorney's unorganized nature, and his less-than-articulate manner, it was somehow more meaningful to him. Phoenix was always emotional, and true to what he said - this was no different. Edgeworth's expression was strong; brows furrowed up and eyes purposefully lying low.

Phoenix paused, "..Come here."

He gestured for a hug after his gentle words; Miles all too eager for the embrace. Phoenix's arms draped over Miles' shoulders, wrapping around his neck as to pull himself closer. Vice versa was Miles wrapping his arms tightly around Phoenix's waist; both of their heads lay upon the other's shoulder, welcoming what warmth was available. They held each other for what felt like so long, and simultaneously not long enough; the only reason for their part was so they could meet at their lips, instead. Passionate, and yet soft - just a simple press without much else, yet it was all they needed. By the end of their embrace, their heads leaned forward to touch at their foreheads while holding each other's hands between their chests. Their thumbs occasionally brushed over each other's wedding rings.

"..You know how much you mean to me, Phoenix."

"I know, Miles." He huffed out a short breath before breaking into a smile, "..You could always just say 'I love you'."

And with that, the silver-haired Edgeworth broke into a laugh and slowly pulled away, "Alright, alright..I love you. You know that."

"I love you too, Miles."

Phoenix watched as his love went back to his work - Miles grabbing his wooden chopsticks as to stir the noodles. The more defensive of the two sat at the dining table, glass in hand.

"...I'm going to guess that you won't want onions in your serving of noodles."

Phoenix pretended to gag in response to Miles, "Ghk-! Absolutely-! Onions taint everything they touch..." He hesitated, "..Other than onion rings. But that's the only good thing with onions!"

Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a playful smile, chuckling to himself a bit at just how strongly Wright felt over such a thing as onions. "Of course. Though, you're missing out on their flavour, dear - I've never met someone other than you who has a distaste for them."

"You haven't met anyone with any tastebuds," Phoenix scoffed back - earning a snort from the other.

"Oh, have I? Dear, I think you're referring to yourself there."

The defense paused; his face lifting as his cocky court grin curled onto his lips. "Unfortunately, Edgeworth, I think you have some words to eat. Clearly my statement is right - anyone who's ever tasted an onion could tell you that it tastes like damn garbage."

The prosecution stifled a laugh, lolling his head to look over his shoulder at his rival. "Oh, Wright. I'm afraid you've buried your grave - onions obviously give any dish they're added to an excellent depth of flavor."

"Well obviously they do not- ow-!" Phoenix burst into a soft laugh as Miles leaned over to smack his arm with his chopsticks - ending their court imitations. "Hun-!"

Miles rolled his eyes and looked back down to his cooking. "My love. We don't need to argue over onions. Besides, I'm not about to settle a case over opinion."

"Ha-! Well then, baby doll, I'm prepared to settle a case of any kind. Maybe you just don't have that kind of determination?" Phoenix jested, taking another swig of his orange juice.

"Of course you would be, Feenie." Miles hesitated before chuckling to himself. Swirling the noodles inside the pot, he shook his head. "That's a new one. I don't know where that came from... It's sort of cute, no? Feenie. Hm."

When Miles went to look at Phoenix for his approval, he was numb; his husband's face suddenly not as lively as it once was. His eyes gazed low, gazed dryly. His hands tensed around the glass he held, knuckles bearing white. Worst of all, his countenance really held no expression at all - the fact that it was so stiff, so miserable looking was what'd caused Miles to choke back a breath.

What was it about that name that suddenly struck Miles as odd? Feenie. Feenie.

"It's.. uh.. not great, honestly, Miles. No offense or anything."

"I'm- sorry." Miles was admittedly stunned - a little ashamed, a little confused, very concerned. "..For some reason its.. ringing a bell-"

"Dahlia."

"I'm..sorry?"

"..Dahlia used to call me that. You know, before.."

The room was drenched in silence - Miles struggling to find any words to say. What could he say to that - what should he? Though, the look on Phoenix's pitiful face urged him to find something.

"...I didn't mean to hurt you, saying it. I-" Miles hummed to himself and turned his head to Phoenix, lip bitten and unsure how to word himself. He slowly looked back down to his cooking when words couldn't properly form in his throat.

"It's fine." Phoenix nodded - looking away and tapping his fingers on the table in a sort of anxiousness. "You didn't know."

"I didn't remember," Miles scolded himself, "I should have remembered such a thing like that."

Phoenix looked a little put off. "Don't feel guilty for that. It was so long ago - I.. I didn't expect you too."

The soft bubbling of the broth in the pot filled the silence between them; chopsticks occasionally hitting the sides of the pot, Pess jingling her collar as she scratched herself from the living room all the while. Phoenix tried to will Miles to turn around so he could assure him it was fine, without words - however when Miles never did he spoke up hesitantly.

"I didn't mean to ruin the mood."

Miles quickly scoffed and turned to look at Phoenix with a pained expression, "You didn't, Phoenix. You were just telling me of something that hurt you."

"It's just a nickname, though," Phoenix laughed at himself, seemingly ashamed, "It's a little stupid to hurt so much over a nickname, isn't it?"

"I don't think so," Miles replied, his tone hurt from his husband stuffing his emotions down - such a thing from Phoenix was rare, and it made this hurt just a little more than usual. Setting the chopsticks horizontally on the counter, he ushered himself away from the stove to lay a gentle, lithe hand on Phoenix's forearm, and leaning down so he could rest his chin atop his head.

Phoenix nearly melted into his touch, feeling comforted by Miles' body and his warmth. Finding solace in the safety of his arms, Phoenix allowed himself to exhale a deep breath and relax. Unsatisfied with the arrangements, however, he shook his head and gestured his head down. "Get in front of me a bit, Miles."

He wasn't about to complain, though as he moved in front of Phoenix to kneel, Miles was still a tad confused. Before he could ask why Phoenix wanted him to, the man placed his hands on the prosecutor's cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

"I prefer looking at you, dear," Phoenix hummed. He moved his hands down to take Miles' own - raising them to place endearing kisses against flushed knuckles and fingertips, much to his husband's timidity. "..Thank you. For not minding putting up with me and all."

"Ah, yes," Miles started, smiling, "I married you because I simply 'didn't mind putting up with you'."

Phoenix laughed as he realized the hilarity of what he had said, "Hey! You know what I mean!"

"I married someone I just 'put up with'." Miles continued, chortling to himself, "Not in an act of pure love or anything."

Phoenix hushed Miles' teasing by leaning down and pressing his lips against the other's - the two humming against the warmth before falling into the quiet passion, then lingeringly pulling away. Their hands kept their doting hold still.

"..I love you, Phoenix. However, breakfast is due to overcook."

Phoenix shrugged and pressed his lips against Miles' cheek, unwilling to pull away as proven by how he spoke against his skin. "I don't mind."

"Suppose you wouldn't," Miles breathed out, amused.

Miles held himself in Phoenix's grasp before reluctantly pulling away to take charge of the stove again. Phoenix didn't seem to be happy with such an arrangement, so he took it upon himself to stand and wrap his arms around Miles' waist, head resting on his shoulder. The prosecutor pressed his palm against Phoenix's forearm in silent fondness - his other busy stirring food.

[btsinspirationtakesme]

Prompt! “He’ll never make you come like I do” and “No, Y/N...I’m in love with you”.

AN: Double prompt one shot where Jungkook is Y/N’s body guard who Y/N has  a massive crush on but is convinced someone like Jungkook could never like her back. 

Themes: Angst, slight posessiveness, jealousy,

“Ow!” 

“Are you okay? Let me have a look.” 

“No! Get away from me, dip shit.” Jungkook took your hand anyway, inspecting the small cut you now had on your finger from chopping peppers. 

“You know I get so hard everytime you insult me baby.” He winked in annoyance. You grit your teeth and shot daggers at him with your eyes. You were about to reach up to the cupboard to get yourself a plaster but Mr. Muscleman decided now would be a great time to lift you up on the counter.

“It’s just a cut. You don’t need to put me here.” You mumbled. He must have known you had a strength kink when it came to Jungkook that shut you up completely. It was like kryptonite. 

“I know.” He said anyway, getting the plaster box and disinfectant himself from the top cupboard.

“Why do you care anyway, if I hurt myself? A small cut won’t kill me.” You say, trying to be as plain and unaffected as possible. 

“Your dad would kill me if anything scratched you.” 

No he wouldn’t, you internally thought.

“You could just ask one of the maids to help me. Why are you doing it?” 

Jungkook didn’t reply as he elaborately took the plaster out of the box, disinfected it and straightened the orange strip out. 

You sighed. You had to get under his skin. Jungkook cared about you, teased you and made you crazy like no other guard did. 

“I’m going on a date tonight.” You said, interrupting the awkward silence. Jungkook still didn’t lose his precision though. 

“I think you should go to bed early tonight, I’ll be late coming back. Just a heads up.” You pressed on, and Jungkook finally finished wrapping the plaster around your finger. He was so gentle and brisk with his touches, feather light almost but somehow capable of sending bolts of energy into your body. 

He made eye contact, brown orbs reading your entire mind almost. He scanned your face, a smirk gracing his beautiful face as he popped his tongue and swirled it inside his cheek. Slowly, he brought his mouth close to your ear. You could feel a familiar fire. 

“He’ll never make you come like I do.”

Jungkook pressed himself off from the pressure his hands gave on the table and smirked at your speechless stare. 

He knew he owned you. For you, that was what was the most aggravating part about Jungkook. He knew he had immense power over you. In contrast, you felt like you were just his little plaything who was like every other pretty woman who probably fawned over him. This was why you just couldn’t accept your attraction to Jungkook. One night, you had lost to him and you loathed yourself after. He was so perfect, for you but you had a hard time even thinking that Jungkook felt something special for you. He knew he was good, and you felt like you were probably another addition on his bed stand. 

Sleeping with him was never, part of the plan. He owned you, but you didn’t want to stop you living your own life where you could own someones heart too, and they yours. 

Jungkook didn’t know it, but you loved every thing about him too much. It came from the way he scarfed down breakfast everytime you made it for him and outer guards on sunday mornings, or the twinkle in his eyes when he spoke about the album he was listening to, or the way he did everything with such minuscule detail and was so good at them, or the way he always managed to carry more than you thought was sane effortlessly, or the way he would sometimes look at you softly. It made your insides burn, and your chest tighten. Sometimes, you felt like you both could have unspoken communication, but you reminded yourself that was just your infatuation. Jungkook was quick to pick up on it though, and his teasing left you feeling red inside your cheeks most of the time. You thought it was over for both of you when a drunken mistake on your part, led you begging Jungkook into a dare where if he lost, you would have to sleep together. You were convinced Jungkook would win at darts, since he good at everything but a wave of silence hit the room when you won. 

You touch your neck, because thats the first spot his lips kissed you. Memories flood back to you of that December night. You thought briefly it was a turning point, but then you forced yourself to act casually the morning after. You were a coward, leaving a note next to his pillow reading for him to pick you up at lunch, because you were grabbing breakfast with Macy. At lunch, you acted as normally as possible, even joking about the dare since you couldn't imagine Jungkook feeling anything from it. You were right, Jungkook joked about the situation, and you both left it at that. On the outside, you were both fine, but any talk of dates had Jungkook stiff, and this was the first time he brought up your night together like he exactly knew he owned you. 

Jungkook was right. He owned you, but you couldn’t hold enough interest to him, so you never entertained the idea of you two together. 

Later that night, you had managed to score having Hobi as your guard to protect you during your date from a distance, instead of Jungkook. You had a feeling there was some agreement between the two, because the last date you went on with Jungkook there- your date left early because of the daggers Jungkook’s eyes shot him with everytime he tried to touch you. 

“What? I promised I wouldn't say anything to him.” Jungkook had said innocently as his defence when your date left you early at the movie theatre. 

“Wah, who is this guy?! Look, she’s wearing her special Louis Vuitton heels for him.” By special, Hoseok knew these were those special heels that looked amazing in bed. You playfully hit his arm as a few house staff glanced your way smiling. Jungkook was at the east wing, closest to the front door and kept his back towards you. He seemed exceptionally pissed off tonight, you could tell from the way he stood with his legs wider than usual and his posture rigid. 

“Don’t cook anything for me ajumma- I’m coming home really late!” You cried to your chef, secretly trying to also get a rise out of Jungkook. 

Nothing. He owned you, you didn't have any power over him. 

Hoseok and you were about to leave when Jungkook called Hobi over. You didn't look back until Hobi came up beside you in the car. 

“Here, Jungkook said it’s going to snow later tonight”. He handed you one of your go to coats. 

You thanked him, and took one last look at the East Wing door. It was time to try and get over someone that could never want you. 

As soon as you got to the restaurant, Hobi took his distance from you after wishing you good luck. He was visible nearby, just waiting for any danger should it approach you. You on the other had, didn’t have to wait long for your set up date. 

“Y/N? Hi, I’m Taehyung.” A soft voice caught your attention. His kind smile was the first thing you noticed about him, which made you instantly warm to him. 

“Hi, its so nice to meet you.” You said sweetly, something about him just made you want to speak as softly and politely as possible. 

Taehyung and you exchanged formalities and then took your table, beginning the process of getting to know each other. The thing that had you fascinated about this man with a warm smile and eyes was that he sounded so interested in everything you had to say. It was like he was full of questions. 

Taehyung’s eyes darkened as the night grew longer, and you were sure he was going to ask you to join him for a drink. 

Your hopes came down when he didn’t. “I’m so glad to have met you Y/N. Can I have the absolute pleasure of taking you to your home?” He asked, still so polite. His formal talk was endearing at first, but at the end of your date it felt like you were in a business meeting with a smooth talker. It felt like you had just been played almost, but unintentionally. Taehyung was genuinely a sweetheart, he made you almost feel vulture like for wanting something more...raw? 

Or maybe he just didn't want you. You were used to that feeling a lot. You agreed to let Taehyung take you home, and he even walked you up the porch stairs. At this point, you felt like you were in more of a high school date than anything. 

“I’ll call you later, Y/N. I had an amazing time with you tonight.” By now, you were expecting a chaste kiss on the lips at least but Taehyung ran the tip of his finger down from your head to chin. He smiled beautifully, before telling you goodnight. 

You looked at Hobi, who looked at you apologetically. “Get inside, Y/N. Breathe.” He tried to offer advice, but the only thing going in your mind right now was just how unwanted you felt. 

You slammed the door shut, and rushed up to your room. Your head was all over the place. The man that stole your heart, knew he had such a hold over  you which you could never see reciprocated so you took it on yourself to find someone who could understand you. Yet, here you were with date who seemed like he didn’t even want you. Was there something wrong with you? 

Quickly, you banished that thought from your head. You were someone who believed self love was the most important part of an individuals life. Only when you could love yourself, would you be ready to love others. Yet, you did believe in your self worth. So why was it you felt so shitty that you didn’t get the validation you craved from Taehyung back too? 

You didn't come out of your room that night until you were sure everyone was asleep. In that time, you had taken a shower, washed your face and put on some comfy pj’s. You hoped the puffiness from your sad shower cry had died down by now. 

Jungkook was sat in the kitchen, a glass of milk in his hands. His tie was disheveled as he sat there in his suit. 

“Why are you still up?” You asked, trying to break past the awkwardness of earlier on. 

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow morning.” He sniggered. 

Still not over this, are we?

“Let’s just say I’m not the most desirable catch around, Jungkook.” You said, voice croaking slightly as you opened the fridge and grabbed a jar of orange juice. 

Jungkook huffed. 

“No seriously, why are you home?” He pressed on. 

You ignored him, was this supposed to be a taunt? Your eyes began watering again as you poured your juice. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong baby girl?” His honey voice showed so much concern as he instantly got up, wiped your stray tear and held your face gently in his hand like it was precious. 

“Don’t call me that, I can’t do this anymore Jungkook.” You whispered, voice croaky. 

‘No one wants me Jungkook. I’m not enough for anyone. I’m not smart, or interesting, or funny or pretty or cu-” Your rant was interrupted by his familiar, sweet mouth meshing with yours. 

“Don’t.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Ever.”. “Say”. Kiss. “You’re not wanted.” 

This wasn’t fair, he knew he had so much power over you. Every kiss was an electric current up your body. 

“Why? It’s easy for you to say, you know that you do things and I can’t think straight around you but-.” 

“You think it’s easy for me?” He laughed, a look of surprise on his face. 

“You really think it’s easy for me to see you, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life, whose eyes just sparkle all the damn time when she talks to people, or who somehow manages to do everything right, or makes me feel like I’m actually useful, or can beat my ass in comebacks, or who does the craziest shit in her room that I just can’t help but love- you think it’s easy to see you doll yourself up for someone that isn’t me?” 

His voice grew angrier by the second. 

“Do you know how it makes me feel? To see you walk out the door, in those shoes that you wore when I was with you on the best night of my life, to go to someone else? Do you think I can sleep knowing that you're going to see another man?! Who isn’t me, it’s not my arms that’ll be wrapped around you?” He whispered now, eyes boring into you as wave after wave of realisation hit you. 

“No, you can’t like me.” You said.

“It would be so much easier if I didn’t. Maybe I still have a job because you’re so oblivious to how I’m absolutely obsessed with everything you do. I can't say no to anything you want. Anything baby, I’ll do it for you.” 

“You’re just doing your job.” You protested.

“No Y/N. I’m in love with you.” 

[1985music]

Assembly of the Gods

Twon, If you're reading this it's too late my G. 

I'm never sure where to begin with these stories. Y'all remember when Nas spit a whole story backwards? Nevermind forget it. 

The year is 2013, I believe, and it's a rainy night in the fall. My boy Robbie Maxx drags my wife and I to a Meek Mill show in Teaneck NJ, just to peep the scene. The parking lot is a mad house of course. We had to wait in line and shit, which wasn't the vibe. We finally get in the spot, it's already packed and the opening acts are doing their thing. This one performer caught my attention. This short, energetic kid with his squad on stage with him screaming, "UPPERCLASS!". The young boy with the name "TWON" gleaming off his hat was spitting some fire with no fear or nervousness to a sold-out crowd in his hometown. Pretty dope performance overall. Soon after his exit from the stage Meek would come out and make is presence known. I knew that wasn't the last time I'd see or hear from that Twon guy. 

Some months later Maxx would headline a show at this spot called Mexicali Live (Debonair Lounge) and guess who he throws on the bill? You guessed it, TWONDON. It had been a while since I last saw the kid and this go-around the music was a bit different. He performed and did his thing much like the first time I saw him. He was chopping it up with his fans/supporters after his performance, so I had to wait to talk to him. I hate that sh*t. I was able to properly introduce myself and extend the invitation to collab. I'll admit our first encounter wasn't the greatest. It's always weird when a ni**a that doesn't know you tries to strike a conversation. He'll tell you. Although he knew of me as being Maxx's producer/engineer up until this point we hadn't had any extensive interaction. We exchanged info and that was that. He wasn't trying to hear anything I had to say that night though.

 Now it's 2014, I was floating around to different events in NYC. One in particular was a private album release party for Mobb Deep (RIP Prodigy). I want to say it was their last album, "The Infamous Mobb Deep." I'm coolin' in the spot for a little bit and guess who I bump in to? Of course, Twondon. The first thing he says to me is, "Damn B, you get around". At this point this ni**a finally realizes he can't escape the God. This time we got a chance to really chop it up. He mentioned to me he was looking for a new spot to record and a good engineer. I had to get my boy right. The first track we recorded together was, "Life's a Bitch" featuring AZ. I remember Twon asking me, "Yo B, can you somehow scratch in the Acapella of AZ from Nas' "Life's a Bitch"?” and explained how he wanted it to cut in and out of the hook. I remember thinking to myself, "This ni**a has no clue this my f**king BAG." To make a long story short my execution of what he requested was flawless. In past interviews Twon has mentioned that "Life's a Bitch" was when he found "His sound."

 Soon after Twon would make 1985 Sound Studio in Belleville, NJ his new home for recording. By this time I had already mixed a few singles for him including "4th and Inches" and "Run It" featuring Bizzy Crook and slew of others. There's this on-going thing where he'll say some sh*t like "Yo B, make me sound icy" and somehow I know what he means everytime. He also connected me with a few artists he knew including a young lyricist by the name of Dolla $ign Dunn who I continue to help with developing his sound as well. In the early stages of creating with Twon he had already had a lot of his beats picked out so he didn't really need me for production. I was just helping to cultivate that Upperclass sound through my mixing and mastering techniques. It wasn't until mid 2015 that discussions of his debut EP "Stay Golden" began to take shape. 

After a session one day Twon asked me about a beat I was creating on my ipad that I previewed on Instagram I think. No stories back then this was all timeline action. He said "That beat sound like me." 

I didn't think anything of it, I looped up the beat, added a few more elements to it and gave it up. No charge. That was the birth of the first single "Too Committed". He sat on the beat for a short time and came back to the studio and laid the 1st verse and the hook. Later on he told me that Smoke DZA would be blessing the record and executive producing the album "Stay Golden." 

"TWON!!? Antwon!! Wake your black ass up it's 1 in the afternoon..."   -Gloria's Intro (Mama Twondon) 

Twondon's “Stay Golden” album was released December 8, 2015, a day after my 30th Birthday. I was in Vegas my ni**a. The project was well received. The song "Million Dollar Babies" off that project racked up 600,000+ streams on Spotify alone. The whole roll-out for that project was dope. I go back and listen to that project sometimes and I love the way it sounds. It sounds just like the title, "Golden." So much work went into it and I enjoyed every minute of it. There are 10 mixes on "Too Committed" alone. Occasionally I will hear my wife bumping "All the Above." She's also partially responsible for placing "Too Committed" in the Indie film "King of Newark" (2016) 

After the success of that project we continued to create and build. The last few years I've watched Twondon evolve from rapper/lyricist to clothing designer to all-around entrepreneur. Yeah man, my boy was making clothes. I had to support him because the Upperclass Intl. collections were dope, simple as that. Every collection is limited pieces, so if you miss it for the week it's available it's over. His system is untouchable to say the least. He'll give you some dope music and then turn around and give you some fresh clothes. Young Nipsey traits for sure. The one piece I missed out on was this navy blue Upperclass hoodie he dropped. Still salty about that. He know. 

The inception of "God Complex" 

Summer of 2016 I locked in with my brother Josh. He would come to the crib on random days and cook up. Lay hooks, make beats etc. One of the hooks he laid was on "F**k What They Tryna Say," we both knew it was special. He laid it down and we never revisted it. Typical Josh sh*t. He's just a legendary soul. He's different. 

2017 I relocated to Atlanta. Twondon and I would maintain our working relationship and brother-hood from a far. We would send sessions back and forth, long ass facetime calls and sh*t. I would send beats sometimes and I stumbled across that joint "F**k What They Tryna Say" again, so I sent it to him. He didn't have anything in his catalog like it at the time. He wrote to it in about 45 minutes maybe less and sent me voice notes of the verses he had. Just undeniable flame. Since he didn't have a studio to record in at the time, I arranged to shoot back to Jersey to handle some business and record his verses. We linked up at a Sheraton I was staying at in Weehawken NJ overlooking New York City. I set up my laptop and microphone, we had some "God-Talk" and we got to work. Needless to say this record "Fuck What They Tryna Say" is about to be 4 years old by the time you guys hear it. Timeless vibes. Around the time we recorded that song I was still dealing with the indelible aftermath of my own personal police misconduct situation. It's documented that US Police had already shot and killed 72+ unarmed black males from 2015-2017. The numbers continue to rise. The message in that song is powerful, heavy and very clear, Fuck what they tryna say. We're not naive to what's happening in our communities, but as you can see we still thrive anyway. So we dont give a f**k what yall talking about. Plain and simple. 

"The skeletons in the closet is rising, the truth is louder than ever they kill us and televise it..." "FWTTS" - Twondon (feat Josh.GLPA) 

These last few years have made me realize how important the artist-engineer and artist-producer relationship really is. We've gotten so good at separating our business and personal lives that when this guy hits my line and simply says, "Mr. Ross," my response is normaly "Mr. Gibbs?”, I know something is coming. Would you believe we've spent the last 7 years developing his sound to what you hear today? I've mixed and mastered over 30 songs, 3 albums and 3 EPs for Twondon thus far. So many email threads, text messages, phone calls and overtime to bring to life that Upperclass sound you know him for. “God Complex” is just a cornerstone of what we've been able to build together on this journey of ours. Songs like “199$” and “Trips Up North,” are the creative by-product of our extensive conversations about life, man-hood, spirituality and how we are limitless in our thinking and resilient in what we pursue. We are Gods in our own right. Like Ye said, "I just told you who I thought I was, a God". Just respect it. Hope you enjoy this masterpiece. More music on the way. It's Upperclass ̡ 

Written by Brandon "Plan B '85" Ross 1985 Music 

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[littlemessyjessi]

Tolkien/Middle Earth Headcanons: Winter and Snow!

Tolkien Headcanons/Imagines: Snow

Plus Size Reader, PS Reader Tolkien Character, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit

Winter Activities!

Legolas:   The prince of the Woodland Realm is all about hunting this time of year.   Yes, it's cold.  Yes, it's dreary.  But man, the game is truly spectacular.   To be honest, he usually does his ACTUAL hunting when you're not with him.  It's not because you can't keep up because you're awesome and can slay like no one's business.  But if Legolas has managed to get you out away from the kingdom...in the privacy of the woods...with the possibly of getting you cold and letting him warm you up?  Well, he's not an idiot.   He doesn't squander such lovely opportunities.

Aragorn:   Lol, 10/10 you're out riding horses.  Probably scouting but just using it as an excuse to get in a ride.   You most definitely did not throw that snow ball that hit him smack dab in the face.   And he most definitely didn't pull your ass off your horse by the leg.  And ya'll most certainly didn't have it out in the snow.   No, never you two.   Noooooooo. ;)

Frodo:   Sweet Frodo Baggins reads you a book as you mill about outside.   You're a busy little bee and while he likes to take him time and relax, he sure does enjoy accompanying you on whatever it is that you've decided to do at that moment in time.   Even if what that is, is probably going to get you both in trouble.  Frodo is in love with The Shire but it pales in comparison to his love for you.

Sam:   An exciting trip to the market!  It's lively even in the cold of winter!  Everyone is out and about with harvest from the summer!  Dried fruits and vegetables!  Jars of preserves! And possibly his favorite!  The fresh food!   Fires blazing with pots of soups and stews bubbling away for sale!  Hot mead and spiced cider!  Sam either offers you his arm or holds it snugly around you the entire time!  The two of you keep warm but cozying up and filling your bellies!  You return home to your cottage with full bellies, baskets of food and ready to snuggle up by the fireplace!

Merry:   Merry probably takes you for a date at the Prancing Pony!  The two of you take Bucklebury Ferry across the Brandywine River to Buckland and then on to the Pony.    You probably have a nice meal there with a pint of ale.  Merry had arranged a room for the two of you for the night just so you can get away for a bit.  You probably mill about town the next day, collecting this and that before heading back home to The Shire.   Adventures don't always have to be half way across the world, you know. ;)

Pippin:   Oh, Pippin, lol.  You are the spark to his flame so whenever Gandalf is near he gets as many fireworks as he can.   Pippin probably gets you all cozied up for winter temperatures and prepares a picnic.  You argue with him about how impractical it is to have a picnic in the dead of winter.  However, you go because you love him.   When you reach your destination and he builds a small fire to keep you toasty.  You admit it's nice.  Eventually darkness is on the horizon and you pack up to go back home but he's disappeared.  Not in the mood for his games, you almost throw a fit.  However, you nearly jumped out of your knickers when you heard an explosion.  You search it out only to find your crazy love.  Soot on his face and hair a mess.  The poor fireworks exploded in his face, lol.

Boromir:  Ah, the Captain.   There he was with his men in a very important meeting when something hit the window.  At first, he ignored it but then again...and again.  Eventually he checked it out only to see your cheeky grin as you teased him.   He scolds you but you only shake your bottom at him and run away.  He shakes his head but returns to him men with a much merrier look to him.

Thorin:   Without a doubt, he's working the iron.    Before the journey back to Erebor whilst he worked as a talented blacksmith...you were his ever faithful wife. On cold winter days, like this one, you made sure your duties were finished rather quickly and you took him lots of snacks.  The forge was warm from the roaring fires and he usually ended up with his shirt open a little.  You'd sit, wrapped up in furs, watching the sweat roll of your beast of a husband and you can bet your sweet ass that you weren't cold anymore.  Also, Thorin - the cheeky shit- knows this.  It's why he kisses you sinfully on those days.   Like a mouse to cheese he leads you to him.   He quite enjoys watching his little wife all hot bothered for him.  Makes it even better when he takes you at the end of the day.  

Dwalin:   Dwalin is out chopping wood to feed the fires necessary for winter. And you?  You follow him...because that's just how you are.  And also because you would rather DIE than miss watching your husband's muscles ripple.   He tells you if you're going to come along then you're going to hurt.  You and he both know perfectly well that you're more than capable of cutting wood.  And damn good at it.  However, you fake it everytime just so he'll stand behind you and 'show' you what to do.   It's become quite a routine for the two of you now.  

Bilbo:   You and Mr. Baggins enjoy some pipeweed on the front stoop for a while before retiring inside to enjoy some delicious meals and perhaps a bit of song if he feels inclined.   Also note: when Bilbo's been on the pipeweed, he's a little handsy.   Think about the lovey dovey potheads you might know.  That.  It's literally that, lol.

Bard:  Bard watches from the window as you play with his children out in the snow.  Snowmen, snowball fights and just flat out chasing each other until you all fall down out of breath and make snow angels.  You grin up at him and his eyes twinkle from pure adoration.  

Thranduil:   The King of Mirkwood takes you for a ride on his elk.  The forest is absolutely spectacular and it twinkles from icicles shining in the sun! The guard is near but he doesn't care for their eyes so he snatches you around in front of him for a bit more privacy.   He simply shrugged when you give him a look.  "I wanted a little more privacy for us." he simply replied and the two of you kept riding on.  

Fili: The young King in Training was in meetings with his uncle and the advisors all day.   Kili was supposed to be there but he'd snuck away.  The two of you waited until they all got inside before you pressed your noses up against the window.  Fili nearly spit out his tea when he saw your ridiculous face.  However, he lost it when Kili's tongue got stuck to the metal framing of the window.  

Kili:   Target practice. Effing target practice. In the freezing freaking rain. "Kili, I'm freezing!" "Good, because when it matters you'll already be frozen.  It'll be deadly temperatures and it'll be raining so hard that you won't even be able to see your hand in front of you face." "If I die from the sickness, I'm haunting you forever." "Good." he said. "I'll make sure to play all your most hated music then." You had to resist the urge to shoot him in the foot. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you beneath your earlobe. "Now what?!" You exasperated. "You hit this target, in the rain, freezing, with me lighting you up....and I swear I'll sharpen and clean your weapons for a month." You'd never loosed an arrow so quick in your life.   And hit the target on the first try. Also, Kili had never rushed you back to the room and peeled your clothes off so fast in HIS life.

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Love, Kenny

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~see you in my dreams~

Pairing: gilbert blythe x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, bad writing

Summary: you have a dream about a boy named gilbert blythe. You brush it off as just a dream. You and your parents are moving to avonlea where you soon become friends with Diana. On your first day of school you notice something. Gilbert blythe is there.

Notes:

•I'm dutch, so I'm very sorry if I make any mistakes. Feel free to send me a message to point out my mistakes!

•this is my first imagine ever! So if you have any writing tips for me I would be happy to hear them!

• diana barrys mother didn't seem to have a first name. At least, I couldn't find it, so I called her Claire.

Meanings:

▪ (y/n) = your name

▪ (l/n) = last name

▪ (h/t) = home town

▪ (m/n) = mothers name

▪ (d/n) = dads name

▪ (y/a) = your age

▪ (e/c) = eye colour

▪ (h/c) = hair colour 

[your pov]

* Dream*

i was at an unknown house, lying on the couch in front of the fireplace. but i wasn’t alone. i was lying in the arms of a boy. a name popped up in my head.

“Gilbert Blythe”

he was so handsome, the way he looked at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes. freckles dusted on the bridge of his nose and cheeks. i felt safe, loved. it all felt so real, i wanted to stay this way forever.

but then i woke up

*end of dream*

“(y/n) get up! our train leaves in an hour!” my mom called. we were moving from (h/t) to an Island in canada called prince edward Island. to a place called avonlea. i was so excited, yet nervous.

i quickly got dressed and ate breakfast with my parents. “aren't you excited (y/n)?” asked my dad. he and my mom waiting for my answer with huge grins on my faces. “very, i'm kinda scared though. what if the other kids don't like me?” “everything will be fine dear.” my mom said. “they'll adore you.” my dad added. after breakfast, we packed our last belongings and headed off.

*time skip*

we stepped on the train with our many suitcases. the wagons where very small, and so were the seats. luckily my parents offered me the window seat. this was going to be a long ride.

after the train arrived there stood a carrige waiting for us. it was mrs.Barry an old friend of my mother. “good day, (m/n), (f/n), (y/n).” “good day claire, thank you for being willing to ride us to our new home” said my mom. we put our suitcases in the back of the carridge and rode off.

after a short ride, we finally approached the house. it looked very cosy. and i couldn't wait to go inside. it was mainly made out of wood, and it looked quite new.

we thanked mrs.barry, and she told us that she'd come and visit with her husband and two daughters that very evening.

the house was just as cozy and beautiful from the inside as it was on the outside. but then i noticed something peculiar. there was a familiar couch in front of a fireplace in the living room.

they were from my dream.

all of a sudden a name and face popped up in my head again. it was that boy.   “Gilbert Blythe”

my parents showed me wich room would be mine. so i immediately started unpacking. i didn't have much belongings since we had to sell a lot of stuff to make the moving possible. so i finished unpacking rather quickly.

after all the unpacking was done. my mother came with the idea to go and purchase the stuff i needed for school, so i could start as soon as possible. we bought the books i needed, and a new slate. after buying everything me and my mom went to a café to drink some coffee. we also brought some cookies to celebrate our new home.

it was getting late, mother cooked diner, father was chopping some wood for the fireplace while i set the table. we got some potatoes, vegetables and chicken. we also talked about current events. when we finished eating i helped mother do the dishes.

there was a knock on the door. it were mr. and mrs. Barry with their two daughters. Minnie May and Diana. Diana looked about my age. a few years younger maybe. we drank tea and ate the cookies me and my mother got from the bakery. while Diana told me everything i needed to know about school, mr.Philips and the other students. we quickly became great friends. i'm glad me and Diana get along. now i know at least one person, and won't be completely alone at school. after some time, the Barrys left. and i headed to bed.

*next morning* 

i didn't sleep much last night. there's just so much going on. i'm also quite nervous for school. i fot dressed and did my hair. i ran downstairs and ate some breakfast with my mom, while my dad was still asleep. “are you nervous?” she asked. “i am. i'm still excited though. hopefully i'll make some new friends!” after we were done eating i grabbed my school supplies. my mom gave me the directions and i headed off. luckily we lived near the school, so it was only a 10 minute walk. the closer i got to the building the more nervous i became. “calm down (y/n). everything will be fine” i muttered to myself.

i opened the door just on time for the lesson. everyone was already in their seats, and they all stared at me. i looked around and spotted Diana. she was sitting next to another girl with red hair. but i also noticed someone else. Gilbert Blythe. i stared at him in shock as he stared back looking shocked and confused as well. “stop having a staring contest, take a seat and introduce yourself” mr.Philips barked. i sat next to a blonde girl who seemed to be staring at our teacher in an odd manner. “i'm (y/n) (l/n), i'm from (h/t) and i'm (y/a) years old.” i introduced myself and nervously sat back down in my seat.

time was going by rather slowly. and i couldn't pay attention to the actual lesson. i kept thinking about him. Gilbert Blythe, the boy from my dream. i glanced over to him and noticed he was already staring at me. with an expression of confusion and wonder? his hand mindlessly playing with the apple on his desk. i looked at him for a bit longer before returning my attention back to the lesson.

*time skip*

school was over and i was cleaning the chalkboard erasers because mr.Philips noticed my lack of attention in class. i was the only one in the room, untill i heard the door open. i expected it to be mr.Philips untill i heard a voice say “(y/n)?” i turned towards the person and it was him, Gilbert Blythe. “yes Gilbert?” i replied. he stared at me with the same expression as before. his mouth slightly agape as if trying to figure out what to say. “how do you know my name?” he asked. oh my god. what am i supposed to do now? i can't just tell him about the dream can i? “if i told you, you wouldn't believe me. and probably even think i'm crazy” i answered, nervously laughing. “try me”he said with a grin on his face.

[Gilberts pov]

i sat in class waiting for the lesson to start. untill someone came into the classroom. it was the girl who appeared in my dream a few nights ago. (y/n) even her name gives me butterflies. i stared at her in shock while she stared at me with a similar expression.

after the lesson ended i waited outside the school for everyone to leave.

after everyone left i went inside. and there she was, with her beautiful (e/c) eyes and her long (h/c) hair. “(y/n)?” i spoke out. she turned around to look at me. oh! those eyes! i can't help but get lost in them everytime i look at her. “yes gilbert?” she said in a soft voice wich sounded like music in my ears. then something hit me. how does she know my name? so i took a pause and finally asked her “how do you know my name?” she starts to giggle nervously. dear lord she's so cute. “if i told you, you wouldn't believe me. and probably even think i'm crazy” “try me” i said. smiling widely at her.

[your pov] 

i explained him everything. i couldn't read the expression he had on his face. i probably ruined everything. i waited nervously for him so say something. “i- i-” he stuttered “you don't have to say anything. i'm sorry for wasting your time.” i say as i tried to walk away. “i had the same dream” i stopped dead in my tracks. should i believe him? i mean, that would explain the similar shocked expression on his face earlier. “really?” “i know it sounds unbelievable. but yeah” he says. and for some reason, i believed him. i run up to him and pull him in a hug. his chin resting on my head. we were in a comfortable silence untill he spoke “do you think that the thing we had in our dream, could become reality?” i pulled away from the hug, still very close to him. his hands still on my waist. i answered almost in a whisper "maybe” with a happy and reassuring smile dancing on my lips. “can i walk you home then?” he asked. how can someone be so perfect. he's so kind. “it would be my pleasure” i said. and i meant it.

he walked me home while we talked about our hobbies, friends, family, good and bad times we've had in our lives. he also told me that he had a crush on me. and that he had liked me since the first time he saw me in our dream. i told him i felt the same way. when we arrived at my house i stood in the doorway, while we stared in each others eyes, once more in a comfortable silence. we got closer, and closer untill our lips touched. my heart started pounding loudly in my chest. his lips where so soft. the kiss deepened, while our lips moved perfectly in sync. my hands found themselves around his neck and his on my waist. when sadly, we had to break away for air. the both of us having the widest grins on our faces. “(y/n)! come inside dear! diner is almost ready!” my mom yelled from the kitchen. it was time for him to go home. he let go of me, and said before leaving.

“see you in my dreams”

~¤♡¤~

So I finally finished my first imagine! I can't help but say: I'm proud of myself. I really hope you guys like it!

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Johanna Rosella Johanna Fredricks moved to South Park when she was 7 years old and made friends the day they arrived, she’d gotten permission to go play as long as she took the Walkie Talkie which would reach all over the little town. She’d meet Bradley Rosella and he’d become her childhood best friend and her eventual High School sweetheart, they’d have two children before he’s killed by a drunk driver while running to the store for milk. Spencer Morgan A young Italian man  that moved to South Park shortly before the events of TFBW, he eventually meets and falls head over heels for Johanna. They date for a year then get married, they have a son named Johnny when Alfred’s 10. Alfred Rosella The oldest of Johanna and Bradley Rosella Alfred has Torrette’s that make his neck perodically jerk to one side or the other and he has to rotate his wrists, he’s got a pretty bad stutter but no-one knows why it sure doesn’t stop him. He was 5 when his father died and he is very protective of his baby brother because he’s the man of the house now, Alfred is a very shy kid but will be out going once he gets used to kids. He’s in the same classes as Kenny but sits in the back most of the time, he often wears a Black puffy winter coat and will retreat inside it if someone pushes him too far. Lucas Rosella Lucas is Alfred’s baby brother and practically his shadow, he’s got trouble with letting people get close because he thinks he’s a curse. Lucas was 3 when his father Bradley died, he’d been whining that he wanted Milk for his cereal and his dad left to get it for him and a drunk driver killed him. He’s in the same class as Ike Broflovski, he’s a little too trusting so Alfred often protects him. Jade Pines Twin sister of Marion Pines Jade is exactly like her brother to the point where if their hair matched lengths they’d be impossible to tell apart, she’s exceptionally close to her twin and they claim they can read each others minds. She’s pretty girly prefering skirts and dresses, she isn’t afraid to get down and dirty when it comes to her brother who’s a tad frailer than her. Jade is Genderfluid (pronouns change with whoever is in control) Jaden is her boy side (he was their s.o.t princes) and Misty is her hero (TFBW hero Misstery) Marion Pines Twin brother to Jade(n) Pines Marion is a massive nerd and a mysterious person around children that don’t know him, he’s a bit of a frail child. When the twins were born Marion’s umbilical chord was around his neck twice, he was born by an emergency C-section and he was Blue in the face. He’s exceptionally close with his sister obviously, Jade’s pretty much his protector. Marion is Genderfluid (Pronouns depend on whoever is in control) Marie is his girly princess side (he was their s.o.t princess) and Mario is his hero side (TFBW hero Mr. A)

Molly Rogers Molly loves musicals and some sports, she’s the only child of Jason and Veronica Rogers. Molly is playful and very athletic for her age, she jogs everywhere rather than riding her big wheel and loves to play tag and the Japanese game called Kankeri. Amanda Jones The only child of Eliot and Olivia Jones Amanda is quite a little tomboy, after she got gum in her hair she was too scared to tell her parents and simply chopped it off herself. Due to the way she dresses and looks boy tend to not realize she’s a girl and some even forget it, she loves things like skate boarding and basket ball. Samuel Williams Samuel (Sammy) Williams is a soft spoken only child, his parents Sally and Dean run a cafe connected to a bakery (Sally runs the cafe and Dean runs the bakery) and Sammy always has coffee and baked goods in his lunch. He’s a musical buff and lives to sing, Sammy successfully got his friends into musicals over the years. By College they’re all engaged or married and the four are in the drama club, Sammy succeeds in convincing everyone to audition for Hamilton and his friends and they get the parts making the play feel Authentic to them due to their long life of friendship. Lafayette Alexandre A french student that recently transferred (he showed up just before the movie if I were to use the movie as some point in the timeline), he was instantly accepted into Alfred’s slowly growing click where he met many sweet kids. He’d slowly get close to Samuel Williams and they’d start dating in their freshman year of high school, before high school Lafayette used to jokingly flirt with his gay friends only if they said it was okay for him to tease them. During high school he’d work at the cafe with Sammy, he’d jokingly ask Sammy how he’d feel about wearing a dress if they got married only to learn the little American already planned to. Alexis (Alex) Alexis is the only girl in a family with 3 sets of twin boys that came before her, Alexis is still fairly girly despite living with nothing but boys aside from her mom. The upside of growing up with 6 big brothers is Alex can hold her own, she once beat down a boy that she was half the size of because he kept pulling her hair. She’s dating Clay Calloway and they eventully open a camping goods store after graduating high school, she’s a very sweet girl. Clayton (Clay) Calloway (no relation to the singer Cab Calloway) A bit mature for his age Clay is the only child of Clayton senior and his wife Imelda, he’s the kind of guy that looks like he’d eat you but is actually nursing sick and hurt animals back to good heath before releasing them. He’s Alex’s boyfriend and they eventually open a camp store in the town after high school, they still wear their hero gear into adulthood and watch over the city with the Riot Raiders aka the rest of their friend circle. Maria Darling Maria Darling (Born Markus Eric Darling) is a soft spoken recently only child, she had a twin brother whose eyes mirrored hers (hers are Blue (right) Brown (Left)) and Johnny’s were the opposite. Johnny was hit by a car in NYC during their family’s Summer Vacation to the city, he died on impact and is buried in South Park. After losing ‘his’ brother Markus came out as trans and started going by Maria and dressing in girly clothes, she’d go on to grow out her hair and stop wearing contacts to hide her eyes. Maria’s parents run a plant nursery, well her mom runs it her dad owns it but prefers to be the Pre-school teacher at South Park Elementary. She’s a musical buff and lives to sing and dance, Sammy successfully got her and their friends into musicals over the years. By College they’re all engaged or married and the entire crew is in the drama club, Sammy succeeds in convincing everyone to audition for Hamilton and his friends and they get the parts making the play feel Authentic to them due to their long life of friendship. Maria played Angelica Schyler, she’s single and swings both ways. By HS she’s wearing bras and filling them with bra padding, she transitions in her third year.Maria Darling is a soft spoken recently only child, she had a twin brother whose eyes mirrored hers (hers are Blue (right) Brown (Left)) and Johnny’s were the opposite. Johnny was hit by a car in NYC during their family’s Summer Vacation to the city, he died on impact and is buried in South Park. Maria’s parents run a plant nursery, well her mom runs it her dad owns it but prefers to be the Pre-school teacher at South Park Elementary. She’s a musical buff and lives to sing and dance, Sammy successfully got her and their friends into musicals over the years. By College they’re all engaged or married and the entire crew is in the drama club, Sammy succeeds in convincing everyone to audition for Hamilton and his friends and they get the parts making the play feel Authentic to them due to their long life of friendship. Maria played Angelica Schyler, she’s single and swings both ways.

Veronica Skyler Veronica’s parents were Polish immigrants who were flown to South Park with temporary visas for a family funeral and Amanda who didn’t know she was pregnant due to being on the heavy side delivered their daughter a week after being there and Veronica is her parents anchor baby, her parents used her Birthright citizenship to become legal US citizens living with Amandas’s relatives in until Aaron gets the proper educations and a job so they can have their own house. They eventually have two other daughters, Alicia and Kelly. Hair: Red (Like Kyle’s), when it’s tied in a ponytail it resembles (askthefreedompals) Kyle when he ties it to sleep, when it’s untied it looks exactly like Kyle’s little Jew fro Alicia Skyler The middle child of Amanda and Aaron Skyler Alicia was nearly kidnapped as a baby by three crooks that had been robbing the house, her crying had woken her 5 year old sister Veronica who used some of her gadgets to save her. Hair: Red (Like Kyle’s) she wears it in pigtails (Imagine Nichole with Red hair) Kelly Skyler The youngest of Amanda and Aaron Skyler Kelly is in Ike’s class at South Park Elementary, she believes in Aliens and loves Superheroes. She usually spends her free time with Alicia when her sister isn’t out with her friends. Hair: Red (Like Kyle’s), always in a little ponytail

Kent Parker Nothing is known about Kent Parker (Born Kendra Parker) aside from the fact his parents were terrible, no-one knows who his parents are since they changed their names everytime they moved. His parents were drug abusing alchoholics and tried to sell their daughter to a dealer for drugs, the baby ent up in the South Park orphanage because the dealer was an undercover cop. Kendra Parker would become a selective mute rarely speaking unless she honestly trusted the person, she’d come out as transgender at 6-years-old and chop her long brown hair at school in art class then writing ‘my name is Kent now, I’m a boy’ on the little chalk board he carried around. Bitten by the Scarab of R'lyeh after accidentally being transfered there with the coon friends during the hindsight incident turned 8 year old Kent Parker into the Netherborn superhero the Netherbug, an insectlike hero with the inability to stay dead and the ability to fly. Clyde Donovan gives him his suit, claiming it’d been a prototype suit he didn’t want.

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SHE'S NO YOU - Background + Ch.1

As promised, it's here! ###PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THIS FIC!!### A/N: This book is based in 2016, in New York City. Finn is CEO of his own company, and his Ex-wife Rae is a Senior Architect at her Friend Chloe's Company. Together, they have Two beautiful children, Josh who's 7, and Ruby who's 6. Both in there mid-30s, thry despise each other after an ugly divorce. They are both very family oriented, both with plenty of Siblings. I wanted a different twist to my MMFD fic, especially for Finn.  Rae (32): Linda (65) & Karim (50) (step-dad to all siblings), Robert (38) + family, Julian (35) + son, Mark (34). Rae + Siblings: dad passed away when Rae was 6 months old. He wasn't very loving, and died a lonely man. - Finn (35): Gary (69) (Finns mum non-existent) & Veronica (58), Natalia (31) + family, Daniel (25) + GF, Mika (23), AND FINALLY FINNS LAST BROTHER IS... ARCHIE! (33) Just to explain Finns family... Finns mum and Gary had a small fling before he started dating Veronica. Finns mum Julie turned up with a 3 month old baby boy claiming it was Gary's (this point he was seeing veronica). She gave Finn to Gary and took off with a wad of cash.. never to be seen again. Finn calls Veronica ma, and is the only mother he has known. Together Gary and Veronica had Archie, Natalia, Daniel and Mika. (DNA tests confirm Finn is Gary's son) - SO much information to take in, but I thought I'd give you a bit of information about everyone. Chloe, chop, archie and izzy will have aperences in this book but I wanted this to focus more on Rae and Finn!! As always ignore my grammar mistakes and spelling! Not too good at editing. --- CHAPTER ONE - DIVIDE --- "Kids hurry up, your father will be here any minute now" I yelled up the stairs whilst I finished organising their weekend bags. It was a constant battle to get them moving after 6pm. If it wasn't to go to the toilet or get food, I swear my childen wouldn't shift away from that idiotic TV. "Josh! Don't forget to pack your inhaler this time" I called over my shoulder. "There's no freaking way I'm dropping that off again" I mumbled to myself, thinking about the awful scene. He called me lousy mother for not packing it, and I called him a dick for not double checking it was there. Yep, it wasn't a Rae and Finn 'chit-chat' without a smidgen of abuse thrown around. Verbal abuse, of course. He wasn't a violent person, but a slip of his tongue could pack a punch. "Got it mum" Josh smiled. His spiderman onsie was a little big for him. It had been flying off the shelves when I walked into Target a few weeks ago. I grabbed the closest one, running away from the dog pile mother's had formed in the Isle. He looks adorable, and turns out they are his favourite pj's. Bonus! "Good. Now can you please tell your sister to hurry up and brush her teeth whilst I finish getting ready" I cooed. When he turned around, i cheakily patted his bum. I chuckled at the little scowl he gave me. It always reminded me so much of his father, it was honestly heart breaking. The little facial expressions he gives you, and them chocolate brown eyes were everything. Joshua did make me miss the man that tore my life apart, just that little bit more everyday. I went to the mirror, trying to ignore the small argument that was going on from the upstairs bathroom. Currently, (by the sounds of things) Ruby is giving her brother another ear full about using her princess toothpaste; very expensive toothpaste may I add. Even at the age of 6, I could see my little girl becoming a diva. I re-applied my nude lipstick, smacking my lips together for effect. Then straightened out the skirt of my black dress, making sure there were no wrinkles. Lastly, I tussled the soft curls in my hair, and deemed myself acceptable for the rest of the population. It was already 7:25pm, and I had a company dinner at my one of my families restaurants. It was still a 20 minute drive by taxi (if the traffic was good), and at this rate I was going to be late for the 8pm start. Between the kids messing around upstairs and Finn's tardiness, my frustrations would soon boil over. I say 7pm, he comes 30 minutes late. Of course, I couldn't expect anything better from the deceitful man. "Mooooom, do we have to go to dads? Can't I just come with you?" "Ruby we've been over this four times-" I sighed. "But-" "No! It's your dad's weekend and your going to spend time with him honey. He loves you. He wants to spend time with you" I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair that was a complete mess on top of her head. Another thing for him to complain about I guess. "I love daddy too. I just wish she wasn't there all the time". I couldn't help but awkwardly drop to my knees in front of my little girl. I lifted her chin and kissed her plump cheek, this seemed to become a annual accurance everytime she was set to spend every second weekend with Finn or even the two school pick ups he did on Tuesday and Thursday. I couldn't stand the bitch she was talking about as much as the next person, but I couldn't tell a 6 year old that. It sadden me that she felt this way but the one time I tried to express that to my ex-husband, he went off on another crazy rant about slandering his girlfriend to our children. It nearly caused us another day in court.  "You need to tell daddy that" I stroked her cheek and got to my feet just as the bell rang. "I don't want him to be angry with me..." she sniffed. I could see my daughters eyes glisten with unshed tears. As a mother, you never want to see your children cry, doing everything in your power to make them happy. This unfortunately was something that I couldn't help fix, without world War 3 breaking out in my living room. "Baby he would never get mad at you. Now go get cleaned up and hurry back. I'll go let daddy in" she nodded, headed back towards the bathroom whilst I went towards the large wooden door of my town house. "Finally" Finn grumbled as I opened the door. He stood there in his work clothes, since it was a Friday night I understood why. He looked as dashing as always in his suit and tie. I was glad he went for the light colours today, normally it was always red and black. He looked handsome. As always. "Well hello to you too" I mused sarcasticly. Leaving the door open, I didn't even wait for his grunt reply and just simply went to the kids suitcases. "Everything is packed. Josh now has two puffs of his inhaler at night as well as in the morning, just until his completely over this small cold he can't seem to shake. Doctors aren't worried but it's just for precaution". "Why wasn't I notified about this doctors appointment Rae! I'm his father I should of been there" Here we go again. "I did call your office, your mobile was busy..." I slipped on Joshua's jacket on his shoulders, not even bothering to acknowledge Finn whilst I talked to him. "I left a message with your assistant-girlfriend whatever. If she didn't give you the message then it's not my problem". "RUBY, HONEY. HURRY UP OR MOMMY WILL BE LATE" I called just before I heard the pitty patter of her feet. "Hey dad" Josh cuddled his dad once i finished buttoning up his jacket. They had always had a strong relationship, it's something I've admired. From birth he cared more about his father's soothing voice then the women that carried his little body around for nine months. Not that I cared, I was glad that their relationship was so close, I always had my little boy but Finn had his mini me. You could tell that made him proud. "Hey buddy, how was school?" A genuine smile radiated Finn face. He crouched down so he was looking up at Joshua whilst he talked about his day, and how Mrs. Thorne gave him a gold star of his creative writing story.  "Hi daddy" Ruby's timid voice sounded off when she walked towards her brother and father. They both didn't notice, so I didn't feel the need to acknowledge it either. Another kick to the stomach, as a mother. "There's my beautiful little girl! Have you been keeping mom and joshy on their toes" he grinned picking up ruby's little body and giving her a squeeze. "Well Joshua has been using my toothpaste again..." I left them to talk by the door and ordered a taxi. I looked at the time again as I slid on my coat, and grabbed my bag off the kitchen counter. 7:40pm. I was definitely going to be late for the dinner start, but I new they wouldn't be ordering food til at least 8:30pm. Thank God. "You two go to James and he will help you guys get into the car" he nodded to his driver who stood waiting. "I'll grab your suitcases and meet you there. I just have to talk to mommy, Ohkay?" They both nodded, then gave me both a kiss goodbye. Trotting off towards James yelling Hello as they got situated in the car. I waved towards James and smiled, he had once been my driver when Finn and I were married, he was a lovable old chap that use to talk my ear off. I miss our little chats. "Where are you going?" The question didn't come across one, more of a demand to tell him why I was dressed up and heading out on this rare occasion.  "Work dinner. Not that it's any of your business..." I couldn't help but flush at our proximity. This was probably the closest we had been in years, and that was only because he was standing directly in my way. "Your little boyfriend not taking you out I see, how disappointing". He smirked watching the anger build within me. He knew I was a ticking time bomb, I always have been. I can't help that I take after my mother in that aspect but he has no right talking about Greg and our Relationship. Yes, we have both 'moved somewhat on'. "Excuse me! What does Greg have to do with this Finn" I sneered. "What about your girlfriend where's she? Spending all your money on another boob job?" Shit. Why did I have to open my big, fat mouth. He fed me the bait, and I took it. "Liv is actually at her sister's house if you must know. Tonight it's just the kids and I" I relaxed when he didn't scream back at me. It was still weird to watch his demeanor go ridged, and know I was the one to cause it. "And if you must know-" I fucking knew he would have more of an input. "I quite like Liv's tits the way they are, firm and perky. Unlike someone I know, maybe you should get yours done". "You mother fu- how dare you fucking body shame me! These 'saggy' tits of mine fed both of your kids for nearly two years each, giving them the best start in life. You asshole" His face was stoic, but I could see in his brown eyes there was a hint of underlying sadness- regret even. "Rae I didnt-". "Get out!" "Wait-". "I said get out of my house Finn. Now! Before I grab our kids out of that car. How dare you treat me like that". I was too mad to cry, too angry to even care anymore. Even though Greg and I's sexual relationship wasn't as active as I hoped, I knew for a fact he liked my body. After two kids, who used my body like a factory I was proud I managed to maintain my weight for once. No more late night snacks, and unhealthy foods. I didn't want to go back to my former obesity stage, high school was not kind to me. He grabbed the suite cases with a sigh and headed for the door just as the taxi pulled up. No more words were exchanged. We both knew it would damage this non existing relationship more. -- There's chapter one... I hope you liked it. And there will be more too come. If you want to be tagged just tell me. 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