#it's still calm for me but wind is def picking up

[vivisviolets]

⛓ who is your tribe? 𓆩📓𓆪 𓆩🖤𓆪 how will you meet? ⛓

✮i love how i connected these 3 pics im sooo smart guys

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ -pick the image that gotchu good 👁👁 gotcha eyes~ you know how to do it I know you do- if you feel unclear, take a nice deep breath, connect with spirit/God/your higher self, and ask what messages would serve you in this very moment~ this has been your radio host vi-vi talkin🎙, and I'll catch at your pile~🖋️✮ ˖ ⋆

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Five of Swords (reversed), Five of Wands (reversed), Ace of Wands, The Hierophant, Page of Cups (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ (slight 18+ cw) Libra/air placemnets, 7th house (Sun/Moon/Rising/Mercury/7h dominant etc), 1 house placements, Aries placements/degrees (Moon/Rising, etc), Nepo baby/“girl(boy/kid)-next-door” vibes, hair extentions, “going blonde”, Legally Blonde, angel numbers 1111, 222, 2424, 1234, channeled songs, Casual - Chappell Roan + How to be a Heartbreaker - MARINA

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Hello my pile 1s!!!!! omg i wanted to jump right in but I feel the need to greet you into this becaussse- omg you are gorgeous- like I am being so fr DO NOT play yourself down I can hear the mind chatter of some of you gearing up at me saying that,-shut that shish down. on the other side of this group,- you already know you were born beautiful, raised beautiful, and have always been your own created beauty, you’re so tapped into that and really you always have- so I want everyone in this pile, to align to that energy rn. 👏R👏N👏. No matter your upbringing, whatever your family told you, your past friend groups, your classmates,- you don’t got to do or be someone else’s anything. you speak for yourselfff- and you always have!! no matter how deep your security periods were, you still radiated- radiance💎 and strength- damn you guys are strong, no matter how “submissive” some of yall feel to be (your vulnerability is divine btw and def a part of your strength)- you are strong af. strong in only a way the wind is (I mean think of how destructive that nature can be yet how soothing its flow is when it is calm) or a polished pillar… I JUST KEEP HEARING IT- YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFULLLL. ugh I gotta get into more dets for you- I’m hearing that some of you are blonde (natural/dyed/bleached it dont matter) and damn does it make you look like a star ☆- PLEASEEE YOU’RE A STARRR ♥️- sorry- it looks so good on you the more fair aura because that is definitely the color of your aura in social situations (I’m hearing pale lavender, blue, pink, yellow), I’m hearing you have very calming eyes.. something about the color of your eyes is very “even” in color, or you may know how to keep very even eye contact and that makes the color of your eyes stand out (anyyy eye color- I’m even seeing some of you may have a kind of heterochromia where you may have a dot of brown in your blue iris/other colors apply, etc), some of the people who you’ve kept such level eye contact with during conversation- they think they’d be able to see your eyes in a dark room they stand out so much…

oh my god pile 1 you are a star- moving forward I have to mention, some of you are very proud brunettes- as you fucking should be because oh my jesus that’s hot, your hot, you are a star ★, a superstar- I am not just saying that holy shit. I’m seeing you may stand out in your friend group or who you usually hang out with due to your coloring whatever that may mean (for example cus we’re on the topic of hair- you may be a blonde within a lot of brunettes, or vice versa- you may have brown eyes among a bunch of blue/green eyes, vice versa- you may be only one who tans, has lots of birth marks, wears their hair natural, etc etc),- now I’m hearing I should be giving random styling opinions/boosting- so if you have a y2k grunge aesthetic, or old hollywood glam style you look incredibleeee- don’t you fucking dare bring your body type into this- if you’re an apple body you look like literal heaven in a pair of low rise bedazzled jeans- long straight hair looks so good with your body shape, get wigs if you’ve been thinking about it- get braids if you’ve been wanting them- different color highlights is definitely a good idea (blonde, orange, blue, purple), tighter tops look so good on your body shape (lace up ones or ones with details/graphtics)- a clean sleek white dress would literally ☆shock☆ everyone in a room who knows you/your style (and ppl who don’t know you loll), nude makeup that matches the rest of your undertones, glossy press on nails, one piece of jewelry per type here and there,- some more gn/masc opinions I’m hearing are more shaped clothes, botton downs tucked in high rise straight down jeans/pants (showcase the shape of your shoulders and waist a bit moreee)- I’m hearing if you were to wear a brooch of somekind on your shirt pocket you’d drive someone “wild”-… I MEAN MAYBE THAT’LL JUST BE ME 💞💀- curls look so great on you also, like if you did a larger loose curl somewhere in the front of your hair- gel curls would also look hot on you- star accents of some kind (jewelry, belt charms, keychains, even tattoos),,, you are totally someone’s “pretty boy”/“pretty girl”/“pretty baby”… OH MY GOD THIS IS A RELATIONSHIPS/FRIENDSHIPS PAC WHERE WAS III-

so I was getting into it even in the energy check-in some of you may be coming from a place of past drama- yes I said past bc even if it's fresh it will be past, and in that it is already the past babe. so anyway- there is something.. romantic here- possibly, but really I’m hearing you are in admiration by a lot of eyes-… now I’m hearing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid lol BAHHA oooohh~ you think your life is really mundane and so you’re hearing me say you have eyeballs on you like “… I leave my house once a week”- …bitch- your envioment means nothinggg and can change when you want it to fr. no matter your place this is your natural energy- I’m hearing your natural energy is being a socialite- and I mean you are meant to shine like a glittery star in various rooms- WITH YOUR GAL PALS!! this can even apply for going into a business/professional environment where you speak and interact with a lot of people and you are at the center of that- But anyway take it where it may apply. for some of you- you may do amazing in more queer centered places (clubs, awareness groups, or even drag shows in your area), places with a lot of creativity in relation to fashion (maybe even theater?) and makeup- for others here you should get out more in your school/college (gardening clubs or outdoor volunteer work would definitely benefit you), even if it’s just walking around your enviroment- wherever you walk you own, and you make yourself known…

I’m seriously feeling that so hard- AND SOME OF YOU DARE TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR OWN INNER SHINE. it's seriously beginning to bug me how you’re still staying in this insecure, bitter, fearful, energy, that is not yours but you continue to claim it!!! WTF. anyways, to those of you resonating with that- I’m being sooo fr, as soon as you kick those feelings to the curb (to be run over and killed 💅) and you fully allow yourself to bloom and allow the sun to shine on you- there will be buzzing. BUZZINGGGG🐝. put yourself out there and seriously just experiment with what it feels like to be with different social groups, don’t take it personally, expect nothing, just do it for your own self experimentation~ doesn’t that sound fun??? I'm getting the tingles just thinking about it~again with those spaces I talked about, no matter your feelings- wherever you walk you own. you belong because you know you belong in yourself. that’s your natural state and no matter how vicious some people were in seeing that in you, you still own that about you ☆ and it is your choice to use that divine gift given to you. please trust and believe when I say that once you step into that inner, pure, state of being- you will be divinely protected, any ◉ attacks are small potatoes and will be diced.

ANYWAYS WOOO- ummm all those spaces that I mentioned are fully open to you, and are definitely where you’ll meet your tribe- again, I’m seeing your “tribe” will more so be you being you and coming in and receiving a lot of admiration- people will just love to talk to you as soon as you come in (I’m seeing especially for the queer/fashion/creative group people coming up to you with armfuls of clothing joyfully wanting your opinion I loveee this for you)- I’m speaking about the future mainly to my more underdeveloped group of this pile, but let me jump into the future which is the place some of you are very much stepping into rn!!!- you’re having people crossing their legs in club booths to fit more people into your get to together- BAHHA- people want to be close to you, catch up, ask where you’ve been traveling to or what you’re wearing- and you’re finally soaking it all up and sitting so relaxed, your smile is dazzling and you’re taking a nice breath in and out as all of this healthily regulates your ego + your higher self.. this is honestly giving that if you weren’t the “queen bee” in your high school- you are now but in your 20s/30s/40s/etc!! and you’re handling it amazingly well, because you still choose to go home solo most nights still high and happy ♡ I love this for you. you also get asked to be the leader or placed as the head of a lot of different projects- it’s more so you oversee them and everyone works around you- the thing is, that you don’t let all this go to your head because you’ve already grounded your self-worth- and because of that attitude, people then want you around even more. when you come in, people want you in your group for the day/hour/20 minutes before another group wants you lol.

you’re fabulous ok? it’s more than fine to be that, it’s divine ♡! soo many people are going to feel like the moth to your flame, it’s already been destined to happen literally😵💫!!!! just keep a watch out for the ones taking too much from you or being up and down with their give-and-take from you, because you deserve someone/people around you who stay hot for you and fan your bright flame while enjoying its warmth (unless they need their own personal space- ppl are ppl, not npcs lol)… I guess I should just briefly state before I finish your reading- the chorus of Casual by Chappell Roan was replaying through your whole reading- I’m not saying this as a cop-out, you have people stopping and, in fact, falling to their knees when they’re in your energy. I see one or two people who are already a part of your larger group environment being very infatuated with you (and I’d definitely keep your eye on them and remain open to this possibility- for some of you this special someone is in your group setting is so pure in their affection towards you and could,, be the one. I'm dead serious about that- but also HEHHEHHEHE💞- oh how I love-love♡),- but I’m mainly seeing a lot of first dates for you guys as you continue to get out there, and that is far from a bad thing because- who wouldn’t want a change at even just one date with you??? (take rejection as non-personal ofc- ppl have free will- and stupidity) and also you get the chance to see how you adapt and interact with new people which is terrific for you!! mannn do I see you getting accepted and taken out by so many people, assholes included but also a lot of “gentlemen”/“babes” who will gladly treat you extremely well and or will be pulling all the charm and fun within them for you- even if they know it’s just one night with you… I’ll just say, you do attract people who want to serve you… on their knees definitely-

AND THAT IS WHERE I WILL LEAVE ITTTTT FOR NOWWW- I’m so so soooo happy to have had you all here todayyyy your life is seriously going to keep going up-up and away if you’ll just allow yourself to see that steady climb and trust it <3 I seriously love youuuu I almost don’t want you to leaveee just like how everyone else feels BAHHA- love you.~

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out is it casual now- two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach is it casual now” - “it’s hard being casual when i’m on the phone talking down your sister”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ "This is how to be a heartbreaker- boys they like a little danger" - "singing I lo-lo-love you"

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ten of Pentacles (reversed), Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Cups, Queen of Cups, Six of Swords (reversed) (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Aquarius/Gemini/Libra placements, Capricorn/earth placements, Mercury dominant, Saturn dominant, 2nd house placements black lace, black on black, cinnamon, The Spice Girls, The Cheeta Girls, H2O, 2000s nostalgia, high school reunions, ex-friendship rebirth, stand up, saturday night bars, life path number 11, angel numbers 1111, 1212, 1313, 1221, channeled songs, Party for One - Carly Rae Jepsen, Heat Waves - Glass Animals

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ You guys are funny- just gonna say it off the bat I’m feeling silly with you rn ngl BAHHAHHAhehe- ok um HI PILE 2S!! I shouldn’t yell- let me not yell- some of you are coming from pile 1,, heyyy pile 1s~ ouw~ ok ok, you smiling could light up a room, a house, a complex, a broken oven. AHAHAH- what beautiful teeth and lips you have there- pile 2s. I’m seeing, so many different teeth and lip shapes before you come for me- straight, crooked, vener-white, “needs-a-cleaning” off-white, upside down smiles, nonsymmetrical dimples, big lips, small lips, uneven lips, scarred lips- you get it, I don’t give a shit. when you smile and give that big cackle, chuckle, chortle- you do what you do with joy- and people believe in jesus. people believe that pigs really do have wings. people believe that the sun must shine from your ass. truly. I mean truly. I’m sitting here with my fingers together like- hm. yes. how do I write this all- with a straight face without being sardonic… sardonic? do you guys read? I think you read. now I’m hearing “you thought you ate that-“ that meme, I know that you know it- let me stop. for-… 5 minutes… so we would probably connect really well- which is why I am all over the place, because you are also all over the place (yes I am shading you. respectfully.) someone here does really good impressions, including animals… whatever that means…- BAHAH, you guys would do great in stand up of some kind, either that or you’re known as the funny co-worker. you guys have this range when it comes to your sense of humor, where it is either very dry, with the most composed pauses (when I manage to do that without bursting into your own laughter), and or you guys are so fast like- the editing of a youtube video fast with the jokes- and or a mixture of the two where you’re able to pull off very intricate jokes very quickly in the moment. and jeeze people find you so charming, even more so because of the way you look as well, it’s almost weirdly uncanny to some people how someone with the level of physical attractiveness that you carry (it’s so heavy and so much I know it’s so hard✨) and you then can pull off such- hilarity. and they're like- “…do they know they could be a model??? like- are they aware?? are they using this comedy because they don’t see that about themselves??”… it’s giving “i didn’t know women could be funny” (goes for nb/men too ofc)…

wow- kill them with a spoon 🥄- anyways WOW. so I think you may have, a lot of perceptions of you by people around you who haven’t known you for very long, mainly revolving around your looks- yes your looks. your modesty is attractive but it won’t fly in this courtroom👩‍⚖️- you are attractive in some way, or have an appearance that people definitely admire- but also scrutinize, or underestimate… you definitely get belittled. ok- that sucks- point them out to me?… yea I thought so they are so ew. I don’t care if that person is your mother, your father, or your co-workers who’ve been working at the place for 5 years longer than you- they are ew. anyone who puts you down due to their own pre-made perception of you is ew. ick even. yea, I’m seeing the issue here is not like most other piles I read for where it’s a growth journey with self and insecurity- no you’re good rn you’re like totally chilling. and I love that because I’m chill now, I’m dipping my tea bag up and down and sitting with you I’m so chill. but I had to look into anything going on because- drama, keeps you reading. so main issue I’m exposing is that there are people around you, in your space, a space you “have” to be in like work or even college classes I’m hearing- most people around you mind their own business, good on them, I love them- other people… they dress you up as something in their mind for their own- amusement?? or to feel a sense of having an eagle eye over “you”- and I say “you” in quotations because wtf- they do this… so as to spice up their own boring life? this is a weird form of admiration, because even if it’s a shitty thing to see you as, with them placing you so strongly in this box- they’ve placed you also on this pedestal… that’s probably why even with this obvious bullshit you’re still just chilling- because you know that if someone has built this all up to be who you are- it means you’re the best. and they’re the lowest. the end. anyway my back hurts- someone here likes podcasts, I’m seeing the The Broski Report podcast (broski nation✊) and also Murder, Mystery, & Makeup- again you guys really just chill, drink a bit of wine and entertain yourself.- so let me move onnn and see what transformations might be gearing up in your social life hun~

ok so it’s not “crickets” happening in your social life, not at all- but again you guys are just so, content and used to yourselves (this is my pile who talks to themselves in the mirror I see you)- when I asked yall if you felt lonely I literally drew a blank. and this is actually perfect because it’s seriously when you’re not looking/expecting and you're all good with what you have that you get given so much- so this is where I’m going to remind you all to actively meditate on keeping yourself open. don’t expect anything, just stay open and ponder what you’d like- and you’ll receive. that’s literally it. you’re in prime manifesting energy with how content and at peace you are in yourself- do you know how much you attract when you do that shit???? remain. open. and. aware. of anything that may happen, even if someone trips in front of you and you gain a brief interaction or someone asks you where to find extra office supplies and you show them the supply closet- see your abundance, allow it, remain without expectations. you are literally in the perfect energy for so much. You guys are definitely the type however to be really fine with only a few close friends you can have some fun with (and or have a nervous breakdown with) and some family… but I think this contentment you have with yourself, might have come from you feeling- misunderstood in your sense of humor or self-expression. I gotta say, you definitely handled that disappointment well, since instead of dulling yourself you just shine more inwardly for your own enjoyment and entertainment- and that’s wonderful! but I do gotta say- I know you can feel a bit, pent up. due to a lot of your big personality being fitted within you, and that’s fantastic truly- but also it has the same effect of being stuck in your house alone for one week too long. maybe that’s why you read when you can- you get to be in a very expansive and wide world that feels different from your own… oh god did I make you yearn???? oops I’m sorry. anyways!!

you’d really thrive in some environment that feels more- “widespread” I suppose, that doesn’t mean cracking yourself open to a room of strangers, I mean just sharing yourself- still from a place of your own entertainment- what I mean is that it’d be really healthy for you to find an outlet for the pent up jitters you get- find it online if you want to try that, try little baby steps, why not?- go on one-time dates just to release a bit of what you keep inside you- interact with random people sitting next to you at bars,- no attachments, just feel out what you feel when you let your inward personality, be more outward- on a lease 🐩. I’m hearing some of you may be a little fearful of attachment even, work that out- that doesn’t mean you’ll then sacrifice your peace, you’ll just gain a wider world for yourself by gaining new connections- and obviously, with the personality and personhood that you have- you can totally just pick and choose who gets to be a part of that world and your time! you owe nothing to anyone. do you have any actual clue how many people are out there, whose perception of you is not just what they observe, but what you actually are? and their perception of you actually helps you and is used to contribute to your happiness and peace??? yea. having actual friends is freaking great. and the more you simply open yourself up to that- while staying aware and choosing who you want- that is going to be the big door that’ll be opened to you- you’ll receive so many amazing experiences and will shift and broaden your world and the worlds of others, you’ll be like a big tree, growing it’s roots around other trees- isn’t that soooo cute??? ok I’m trying to see into the future details in regards to you finding your “tribe”- spirit is honestly wanting things to be vague, so as you can remain open without any expectations. kk? I mean what I mentioned with the earlier situations gives you the clues to follow if you so choose- just be youuuu. you have more opportunities than you realize and you got all the answers to what to do within you. trust me when I say you’ll be running down the street in weird clothes and pearls, scream laughing out of breath with two girls who love you… that’s for someone here and it also applies to everyone here~

okkk pile 2s, it was stimulating being with you I’m nearly sick❤️ BAHAH anyways, in regards to any avoidant/anxious-avoidant attachment issues, just remember that heartbreak sucks, but heartbreak always just makes you hotter, and funnier. you prove that- that outcome is very real every day you exist as yourself… OKKK love you byeee❤️♡

deadass as I channeled this song, I was questioning if it was correct- and I look up to see one of your angel numbers 1212 on the clock- and then again 1221 as I type this lolll

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Once upon a time I thought you wanted me was there no one else to kiss- was it all a dream I let myself believe, I’m not over this, but I’m trying” - “party for one, if you don’t care about me, I’ll just dance with myself, back on my beat- I’ll be the one, if you don’t care about me, making love to myself, back on my beat”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “Sometimes all I think about is you- late nights in the middle of June, heat waves been fakin’ me out, can’t make you happier now”

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Page of Swords (reversed), Seven of Cups, Six of Cups (reversed), The High Priestess (reversed), The Moon (bottom of deck)

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Libra/air placements, Leo/fire Placements, 5th house placements (Venus, Mars, Jupitar, Rising, etc), inner child, old friendships, childhood renewal, 1111, 333, 444, Only Yesterday (1991), horses, channeled songs, Wildflowers and Wild Horses - Lainey Wilson, Cheap Queen - King Princess

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ Ok- Hi my pile 3s! and also my pile 2s because some of yall did not leave yet and have stayed for the next reading- like seriously this whole pac is connected rn- also happy 1111 as I write this!!! um oh my gosh let me start- you are so beautiful, yes I said it for the 3rd time in this pac post why are you on my ass‼️- its so true, you all have this classic beauty, it is timeless- you are timeless- or from a different time in your aura, your beauty, how you carry yourself in this world- etc etc… and when I say “different time” I don’t just mean you embody this feminine/masculine balance straight out of the 1970s, 40s, 50s, 20s,- and all the other time periods before/after I just mentioned- I also mean you still carry with you the time you had as a young child, you carry with you the sunshine you felt on your skin when you were 3-6 yo, and the snow you felt on your hands when you were 8-11… you have kept this purity and innocence and grown with it- and holy cow do I need to congratulate you and the strength of your spirit- so often we are forced to “leave behind” our childhood years and perspective due to difficult events or what people expect of you while you reside in this worldly- world. -which really that just means internalizing and hiding away in the closet the purest state of yourself (*also this is my more queer-centric pile so hellooo my fellow queer community ✨☀️)- this is putting a hole in my own heart being in how free and high spirited you are, and how you fully embody that and always have ☀️. you have kept that warmed and soaked up the same sunshine as you did all those years ago- it might not even feel like years to you, it feels like only yesterday your childhood was your state of being and all around you- and now, you are a bit bigger but you may live in this state that no time has passed- does that make sense?? ugh dude I hope so, your energy is like the sunshine, in that, I can’t reach out and physically be in your presence- but more so I’m trying to sit in your light while my vision gets spotty and I get a little dizzy… as in- you guys are out of this worlddd💫!!! you might even be told by your family or your peers that you tend to make them “dizzy” with how you communicate- you may be the type to jump from one topic to another, while you fold your laundry- and tidy your desk drawers- and walk into another room *backward* because you are still talking and describing a detail that is “important” to the story you were recounting 10 minutes ago- you sweet thing!!!! this is adorable to be in,, if anyone’s ever made you feel bad about how you communicate, do not take it personally- its always good karma to be considerate of other’s sensitivities, but everything you do is so pure hearted- it would be so phony and ridiculous to believe any crap people say about you to be truthful. your energy is so pure and truly yours, this is your sign and confirmation to continue to not live for the external views of others and live life through your own view ☀️. Oh- i keep getting horse imagery- horses may be significant for some of you, it may be your spirit animal or a spirit guide that is close to you may take the energetic appearance of a horse (in particular for some of you it’s a very strong and matured brown colored horse of some breed), or some of you grew up around horses in some way!

Oh this is random but you may be the type to enjoy having your playlists on shuffle lol- because I just suddenly began mentally playing Cheap Queen by King Princess- so this is definitely where I will now channel the dets about your social environment my dear~!! ok sooo- I’m seeing various different types of family dymanics, big families, med sized families, even 2 person families (you + a guardian)- I sense that you have close family ties, and i know family can be complex, so let me state some variouions of what that means- you may have a close familiarity to your family’s home or yard (maybe even your neighborhood area), such as knowing every little creak that your house makes when you go to the kitchen to get a morning cup of water, I’m seeing for some of you- you are very tied to your sibling dymamic if you have siblings (I accidently wrote in all caps at first and I scared myself lol- so you may come from a family where loudness is common part of the jokes you share), or maybe even kids you knew in your neighborhood if you played with them often- things like that have stuck with you inrelation to what you look for in anykind of companionship, a sense of familiarity~ this is def the pile who believes in being drawn to your soulmate(s) or past life connections lol~ so while you have that grounded energy in wanting stablity, you also are an entertainer and you know how to have a good time!! as you should since you totally fly like a fabulous canary from room to room- you should feel more confident when you dance btw, put more energy into your shoulders with joy because the way you move literally energizes people-

now I’m getting messages on how you connect to your inner child, I’ve said before you already naturally embody your inner child (“just in a bigger body” I’m hearing- some of you may have had a big physical growth spirut as a child btw), but some messages in regards to connecting to your inner child for those of you who need some answers is to engage in more activities that return yourself to a past peaceful enviroment, this is also for those who had a more chaotic upbringing and had to turn inwardly for peace ❤️- taste is a really important sense for you returning to that younger state of peace, so certain candies (I’m hearing those fruit rollups I love those still) or fruits, snacks- simple dishes that made younger you excited and brought you joy- also I’m hearing something about sleepovers and evening activities/coziness~ so grab some blankets and make an event of staying up late if you already do that lol- anyways!! let me get back to how fun you truly are to be around my dear, I mean, seriously! If you have the opportunity go out when you can, if you already have a friend or someone familiar go to a house party nearby (keep yourselves safe!), try rollerskating if you haven’t, and get closer to someone you already know and show your colors- DRESS UP!!!! I know life can be bleak especially when you feel that life is very "closed off" and dead lol- but when I tell you the phrase “dress for the life you want”- I mean ittt~ it will align you with the environment that you desire and it will come to you so naturally (in the same way you making a coffee and taking your dog for a walk is a natural occurrence in your life!)- I’m hearing that the connections that you already have in your life are “all you need”, and by that I mean you can build off of those and shoot farther into the sky full of stars meant for you 💫. I’m hearing the quote about drawing back your arrow before you can shoot forward- if you’re feeling stuck right now, this is what I’m trying to tell you, blossom exactly where you are right now, and everything else will simply follow!!! and I know that takes courage but I KNOW you have it because it was child you’s courage that got you to this future you are currently in~ and when you start to embody their courage along with their light, I know it will be the turning point to creating the life you were always dreaming and painting in your mind~ I’m seeing bright neon lights, holding hands and toothy-laughing grins, your clothes looking exactly how you pictured months ago- this is what I see happening in the future!! please stay open to some of the connections you already have- renew them is what I’m hearing (but please follow your intuition, if you need to cut everyone except for one or two true connections then that is the right thing for you to do)- if these are people who you knew when you were a lot younger then bond on the older times and use that energy to renew into more new memories,- these older connections you have you could definitely collaborate with to mutually make new connections and go towards new experiences- I’m hearing maybe even to “get out of this town”... phew pile 3!!!! what a way to end this pac, so happy to have met you and I feel like I took a nap in the sun- I’m really on some hazy ish rn lolll but I really hope I was helpful in any questions or worries on your beautiful mind~ I LOVE YOUUU so much, you better keep on shining- even if that’s just in front of your mirror, that’s perfect and valid ☀️👏

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I'm five generations of blazin' a trail- through barb-wired valleys and overgrown dells- I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails” - “I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks” - “yeah, my kinda crazy's still runnin' its courses with wildflowers and wild horses”

⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️ “I've been alright, I’ve just been doing the same shit I've always liked- like smoking and movies and homies who bring me wine” - “-all of my girls get up early and stay out late- they drive all the way to the west side to see my face- that's good love- and I ain't no big baller when it's fake friends you're callin’”

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⋆ ˖ ✮🖋️am I actually going to (*schedule to*) post this omg it feels like forever since i did this.. where was i even? whatever- its whatever- holy shit I'm putting myself out there!!!! praise be!!!! omg I'm going to get one extra hour of sleep as a treat🍰

love, vi~♡

[danikamariewrites]

Hi, I love your writing so much!!!

Please, please, please do short reader x cassian!!!!!!

Cassian x short!reader Headcanons

A/n: as a short girl my weakness is short reader x Cassian bc I love tall men and I dream of dating someone as big as Cass. Thank you anon and thank you for the request!

Warnings: some smutty thoughts so 18+ please

Cassian thinks it’s adorable how short you are compared to him

This man is massive. He’s hella muscular and he’s def the tallest bat boy

I also think he’s unnaturally tall even for fae standards

He likes wrapping his wings around you to hide you away from people. he’s very protective

Cass loves picking you and throwing you over his shoulder at any time

You two could be having a casual conversation and he’d just scoop you up and walk into another room, “keep talkin baby I’m listening”

Even if you were in the middle of a fight this little shit would smirk and throw you over his shoulder

“CASSIAN! Put me down I wasn’t done!” “Sorry, I saw I was losing and picking you up is my only win here.”

You love how big his hands are compared to yours

You play with his fingers all the time

He always has to have a hand on you at all times

Like he loves being handsy with you

Always touching your back or your ass or playing with your hair

Whenever you can’t reach something you always ask him to get it with a pout and your puppy dog eyes

“Will you get that box for me Cassie?” He’d run his thumb over your chin and say, “Anything for you doll.”

You were very independent though. You’d only ask Cassian if it truly was too high or you didn’t feel like getting it yourself

I think (like I said in my Helion one) you’d climb up to whatever you need

And when Cass catches you climbing he just stands there and watches smiling like an idiot at you

he’d thinks it’s adorable to watch you scale all the tall counters and cabinets

But it would be the one time you slip, but you catch yourself

He freaks though

He clears the room in two strides, grabbing you around your middle and pulls you down into his arms

He’s cradling you like a baby to his chest as he tries to calm down

“Are you insane! You’re forbidden to climb anything ever again! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He’d say in dramatic ass voice

You’d laugh at him and say “Ok Cass.” He doesn’t believe you though and you still climb the furniture just not when he’s around

Speaking of furniture, the chairs made for the bat boys for their wings are huge, and there’s a bunch through the house of wind

Cassian has his favorite chair so naturally it’s your favorite chair

You’ve fallen asleep in it once or twice while reading by the fire and he thinks it’s so darn cute and he’d just pull you into his lap and sit with you, falling asleep himself

When ever you want to give him a kiss you have to stand in your tiptoes and practically hang on his neck to get to his lips

When you sleep he loves when you sleep on top of him, his chest is basically your pillow

NSFW from here

This man 100% has a size kink

Obsessed with holding you while fucking you

He’s so big that there’s always a bulge in your tummy when he’s inside you

He loves it when you ride him

He’s so entertained by this little thing on top of him

I’m a firm believer that Cass isn’t one specific body part lover he just loves all of you

Your ass, boobs, tummy, thighs, hands etc. if it’s on you he loves it

When you ride him he loves grabbing your ass, one cheek basically fits in his whole hand

When you sit on his face he loves holding you down by your thighs to keep you on him

I also think he would just play with your pussy while you sit between his legs in bed relaxing

Like I said he just loves to have his hands all over you

[flowers-for-em]

here is an excerpt from my writing today!

callum's pov btw

also um yeah meet Emberly and Earley.

Earley lives in a two-storied home that seems its straight out of a fairy-tale mother tells Addiline and Lorelei. It’s a white wooden home with vines creeping up the walls, the windows are thrown open each with a small box of flowers hanging from them. A picket fence wraps around the house with a path that travels through the yard connecting the rows of plants. Butterflies float around the garden in harmony dropping to land on flowers and the flying off again when they’re satisfied with their work. A gentle breeze floats through the air and the smell of fresh air and rain hits me – this place smells like Aurelia.

Earley directs us towards the small gate underneath an arch leading us into her home, but the second we step foot in her garden the butterflies freeze, and a high-pitched shriek emits from them as they hurtle towards us. The once gentle breeze picks up to a deadly pace and whips around us caging us in, the clear sky suddenly darkens, and we’re trapped in an air storm that’s closing in on us quickly. Leahla screeches when a butterfly touches her and she lifts off the ground, gripping onto my arm with surprising strength. Aurelia is calming looking about, not showing any signs of panic or care as her hair is whipped into a frenzy, in fact it seems like butterflies are just landing on her and resting.

Earley and Emberly both turn around with frowns on their faces. Earley’s directed at the butterflies and Emberly’s directed at Leahla who is still making noise.

“Oh enough already,” Early scolds to the butterflies, she waves her hand towards them all and the arm walls vanish, and the butterflies move away from us crowding Earley as if she’ll protect them from us. “Yes, I know they aren’t from here,” she says when one of the critters starts chittering in her ear. “That shouldn’t bother you dears okay? Just go back to work, I’ll make sure to leave out extra water for you tonight.” The insect just bobs in the air for a few more seconds before fluttering off taking the rest of the swarm with it.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I forgot about my little friends, they can get quite hostile when new visitors arrive.”

“You think?” Julias mutters to himself so quietly I can barely hear it.

Earley spins around. “Yes I do think that. Next time you wish to say something under your breath you may as well say it out loud, no point in mumbling.” Julias’s face turns red. How did she hear that? “As I was saying, I’m sorry if the Airnts scared you. Sometimes they have absolutely no boundaries.” She sends another scolding look at the flittering insects.

I look back over to the swarm of butterflies and realise they aren’t butterflies at all. They’re small little human like creatures with wings and crystal-like skin. They’re small hands gently tending to the plant they’ve landed on before flying to the next one, laughing with each other and playing with the wind the control.

“So they’re like human bugs?” Julias asks disgust clear in his tone.

No one liked that.

Leahla swats him in the arm. “Are you kidding me Julias? Shush!”

The lead Airnt that was squeaking in Earley’s ear, shrieks loudly at that and sends a large blast of air at Julias sending him flying onto his ass, to the Silent Court and Earley’s amusement.

“They are not bugs, they are Airnts. A word of advice Mr Julias, don’t call them bugs again, they won’t take it nicely.”

“Couldn’t you just stop them?” Avena speaks up.

“I could – but if he insults my Airnts again it’s not that I can’t stop them, it’s that I don’t want to stop them.” By the time we’ve reached the first step I realise that was the second time Earley heard something she couldn’t have.

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its def unedited btw

@nqds @skeelly (sorry for dragging u into this lemme know if u want me to stop lol)

[random-german-cat]

Okay but Malina def shuts down and goes non verbal as a trauma response. Unlike Shade, who yells and loses her mind (/notneg towards my firstborn child)

Ezra would be rlly scared when it first happens, but just pamper the hell out of her during and after

Ezra was having a rough day. He hadn't gotten much from his hunting trip, patients were needing care left and right, there was no time to wind down. Malina then offered to help cook supper, wanting to take something off of her friend's plate. Ezra was grateful and allowed Malina to help him, that was until he reached his wit's end

*CRASH*

Ezra whirled around to see that Malina had dropped a glass bowl and the pieces laid shattered at her feet.

"Oh god dammit, Malina!" Ezra snapped "I asked you to help, not screw this up!" He glared at the hybrid, who's tail instantly curled around her leg and her expression grew guilty

"This was the one thing that was supposed to be easy for me today!" Ezra rambled on and on, laying all of his frustrations on Malina. She didnt move an inch, Ezra's voice grew muffled like it was underwater. Her expression fell flat and the only thing she could hear clearly was her heartbeat and her slow breathing. She couldn't think, couldn't move, and just stared forward

Finally, Ezra had calmed down enough to realize what he did, rubbing his hand over his face

"Shit, jellybean, I'm sorry" he sighed "This isn't your fault.." he looked down at Malina and noticed her condition

"Malina?" There wasn't any response, only a blink from the woman. Ezra started to get worried as he moved around the glass, pulling Malina away from it

"Jellybean, talk to me" Ezra coaxed, but still nothing. "Shit..." he felt awful, knowing he caused this. He picked up Malina and set her on the counter, she was easy to move, but seemingly stiff at the same time

"I gotta clean up the glass first" he explained, knowing she probably couldn't hear him. He cleaned up all the glass before turning back to Malina

"Jellybean?" He asked hopefully, but the only response Malina gave were slow, long breaths and the occasional blink.

"Shit... I'm so sorry.." Ezra wrapped his arms around Malina and held her. He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair

"Y'know.. you really do make my life a lot easier, and a lot less tense.." he confessed, "You're always there to tell me something interesting, or to encourage me, or to just smile at me.. and it means a lot, jellybean. I'm really sorry that this is how I've repaid you..." Ezra went on and on, guilt panging in his soul as he talked to Malina. He did all the things he knew she liked, played with her hair, held her hands, showed her his green flame magic, and she slowly became more and more responsive. Her eyes followed the flames, her hands gently squeezed his hands

Finally she spoke "Soft hands..." she whispered. Ezra had never been so happy to hear Malina's voice.

"Thank you.." he kissed her temple, containing his excitement due to not wanting to overwhelm her right away "Are you okay?.." Malina nodded

"Just.. tired" she answered "I'm sorry.."

"Malina don't you dare apologize- that was completely my fault" Ezra said firmly, looking at Malina. "You were actually an amazing help, and I'm so appreciative of you.."

"Aw.. you're so sweet, Ezra" Malina smiled and held Ezra's hand, "I'm not mad at you.. you've had such a hard day.."

"Yeah, but the only thing that will make my day better is making it up to you.. I'm going cook you dinner, then I have a surprise for you" Ezra promised, kissing Malina's forehead

"Are you sure I can't help?" Malina asked

"You can watch, okay? I don't want you getting hurt" Ezra compromised and pulled Malina off the counter

"Alright, as long as it helps" she said cheerily, watching Ezra as he went back to preparing supper for the night.

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIV Write 2022  //ffxivwrite info//prompt list//character info//master post//

Prompt twenty-seven: Hail | noun: pellets of frozen rain which fall in showers from cumulonimbus clouds. | Word count: 635 Characters: Kien Eilath (aged 16) and Ranald Eilath (his adoptive dad &lt;3) Cw: none Notes: 'tis appropriate to get this word when I’ve got a cat 4 hurricane headed my way ^^; not that I think we’ll get any hail but I think the rainfall definitely influenced this fluff piece. Short but sweet! Set pre-ARR so Kien is about 16 here–no major spoilers!

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Ranald was never fond of rainy days, not since his son Kieron died five years ago. The quiet gloomy days were always a painful reminder that his son was no longer around to experience his favorite kind of weather–it was also always a reminder of the day he did die because it had been raining very much like this when his illness finally won. Normally, the Hyur would close the curtains and do his best to distract himself on days such as this but ever since he took the young Miqo'te Kien in, he found himself enjoying gloomy days again.

Mayhap it was because the way Kien so fondly loved the rain very much reminded the Hyur of his son and the days he would spend watching the rain fall with him. It had become its own kind of tradition again without him realizing it.

Today was no exception to that--it had been a hot summer afternoon when the clouds began to roll in. Kien had been sitting outside watching the oncoming storm, chattering away to Ranald about many things when he suddenly grew quiet. The rain had begun to fall, softly at first but quickly picking up the pace. Ranald watched him warmly, quietly getting up to make them cups of coffee as the heat had significantly lessened and it felt right in the moment.

When he returned, he nearly had to pause and pinch himself. The way Kien leaned against the wooden post made him think of his son and for a moment, he swore he saw his messy mop of brown hair instead of Kien's black hair. It was only when Kien turned to smile at him that he blinked and reminded himself of the present time. He returned the smile, a sense of nostalgia settling in as the Hyur sat back down next to him and handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee that would soon be forgotten about as Kien's ears twitched at the sudden sound difference the rain was making.

“Oh? What’s happenin’ now?” Kien leaned forward and looked up at the sky, reaching a hand out in wonder, pulling it back quickly when he noticed the rain felt like ice and watched it with a child-like fascination as it bounced off the forest floor.

“Ah, that would be hail,” Ranald replied with a chuckle. “It’s pretty small compared to what I’ve seen in the past.” 

Kien turned to look at him, his eyes full of wonder. “You mean the icy rain can be bigger?” 

Ranald laughed with a nod. “Oh yes, and it can hurt too so if it’s any bigger than this, I’d advise you to take cover. But look–” He cupped his hands and held them out, gathering a smile pile of the pea-sized hail before turning back to Kien to eagerly stretched out his cupped hands. “You can catch and hold it when it’s this small.” 

“Woah—!” Kien marveled at the sight of the hail being dumped into his hands, his smile growing wider as it slowly began to melt from the heat of his palms. “How does this happen?” 

“I don’ rightly know,” Ranald shrugged with a chuckle. “But I always find it just as fascinating too.” His gaze softened as he watched Kien stretch his hands out again to catch more of the hail. Kien may not have been a child but he certainly had a child-like wonder about him as he experienced his first hail storm–It made him fondly recall the days when his son Kieron experienced this kind of weather for the first time too. It felt warm and nostalgic, almost as if this was always meant to be. 

How he soon to grew to love the rainy days all over again now that he adopted Kien as his own.

[gummybearzgocrazyagain]

MALEC FIC REC vol.7

Bookstore AU

White Blank Page by @carmenlire [noice, CEO Magnus, serendipity meeting in a bookstore, misunderstandings, life that gets in a way of a star-crossed lovers, what more do we need? tis a rec]

One for the record (books) series by @noaki [mmmm, yummmmm-yum-yummmmm, what a delicious piece, is very much recommended to everyone who likes a good ole’ will they won’t they pine fest, i really enjoyed author’s breezy style. magnus is a high warlock in hiding, and owns a mundane book store as a cover, and alec is a new hoti, that just happens to visit the store on a whim, and just happens to not recognize the owner, oops. absolutely lovely and a pleasant read]

Prison AU

1825 days by @Better_Than_Chocolate [mmmm.... very very specific rec, due to many reasons. Prison AU might not be everyone’s cup of tea, so proceed with caution. alec was convicted of a murder, and when he gets to the big house, he must choose sides. if am being completely honest, i did appreciate some of the choices author has decided on rather more than some others, but am still tentatively leaving it here, just in case someone would fancy to dip their toe] 

Sport/Celebrity AU

Let’s Play Ball! by @Teal_The_Baker [Celebrity AUs are reeeeeeeally up my alley ngl, so am slightly biased in recc’ing this, but hey, where are them fanfic cops, amirite. magnus is just wealthy, but alec is a local baseball player celebrity-type, and even though they initially get off on a wrong foot, it is quickly fixed, and the usual malec-y fluffy thang ensues. ought to be honest, it did seem like the author themselves were not exactly sure how this gonna play out in terms of dynamics right off the bat, but by chapter two they seemed to have picked a course, and what a lovely sweet choice it was. i really liked this one]

Flipside by @apathyinreverie [martial arts AU. dunno if it was author’s intention, but to me this particular characterization gave off heavy TWI vibes - confident alec, and reserved, calm magnus. wouldn’t call it ooc, cause it was an obvious AU, and author made their intentions known beforehand. i def liked it👌]

Reserved by @punkbean [not a sport!celebrity thang, but an IGcelebrity!magnus and archery trainer!alec, so technically it fits. the fic is abandoned, it is only the first 4 chapters of the meet cute on a train ride from NYC to Washington, but it somehow endeared itself to me and had to be recc’ed on here, sweetness]

Tattoos

A Legacy in Ink by @Teal_The_Baker [aaaaaaaaaa, why did i read itttttttttt, i almost never read wip for this precise reason *tears at her hair in despair* what an awesome fucking thang, awesome awesome awesome unfinished wip thang *cries* magnus is a tattoo-artist, and alec is having his first tattoo done... you know the drill. the fic is so fucking great, and so fucking wip *cries some more*]

Inklings by @apartmented [i might not necessarily read pwps often, but when i do - they shall be of such a superb quality as this one. tattoos kink, smitten mundane neighbours malec, and top notch smut - thanks to @cuubism for the rec]

Emo AU

all this hope you sent into the sky by @beatperfume [you know you would read anything this author wrote, i know i would fo’ sho’ - it is a throwback to 2003, alec and aline are bffs, and they go to this farm house parties to listen to the live bands, and then some insolent a-hole throws some line at alec, which must be an insult.... right? blah blah blah who cares, it’s @beatperfume, what else needs to be said]

Witcher AU

Walkers of the Winding Path by @poemsfromthealley [how are you doing thissssss (o゜▽゜)o☆ (●ˇ∀ˇ●) perfect perfect perfection this fic!!!!!! and i haven’t ever played/read the Witcher, and was still floored!!!! like, how does so much talent fit in one human body (❤ ω ❤); that moment alec encounters the female archer in the woods? dude, i legit cried, what a fucking masterpiece, god i luv the author, and if someone has not yet read this, what are you doing with your life...?????? seriously!!!!]

Canon Divergence

Two’s company, three’s a whole lot of Alec Lightwood eye rolls by @all_stories_are_truth_and_lies [weeeeeee, adorableness of malec, interrupted: cockblocking!jace is one of my top crack tropes of choice, what a tasty thang, thank you author!!!!]

To Something New, Something Strange by @dreadwyrms [porn with feels: superb quality of the second time served, and what a treat it is - magnus was supposed to pick alec up for their date, except he has already arrived at the institute, and alec is nowhere to be found. escaping to alec’s room and chilling on his bed seems like a great idea, especially if one falls asleep and then being woken up by a certain shadowhunter back from patrol in the middle of the night 🙈]

Taken AU

exit wounds by @geniusorinsanity [woahhhhh, this was... certainly an experience, and a journey more than worthy of taking, ohhhhhhh how do i luv me some taken aus, when they are executed just right🙏 magnus has been taken from the loft, and absent for a week, and then suddenly appears in the middle of Cat’s living room, nude and bloodied, and on the verge of collapse. amazing quality of fic, i was at awe throughout the whole journey, the way author portrayed the emotional repercussions, the parabatai connection, alec’s unravelling and inner turmoil, his and cat’s dynamic...? beautifully, very skilfully done, allllllllll the kudos and respect to the author, and a huge rec. p.s. the story might take a toll and stay with you for a few days, so heed the warnings and proceed at your own discretion]

Media AU

as your sun sets (i know you in bleary-eyed 3 am) by @theprophetlemonade [hard to distinguish why have i put reading this off for so long, god knows i adore the author, maybe it’s the fact that it’s wachowskis, who for some reason are something that can be so personal to me... darn it, if i ever come by the malec Matrix AU, is2g might spontaneously combust on a spot, but hey, am getting side-tracked here 🙌 the fic is everything you would expect from this renown author, and it makes you feel all types of ways. am sure literally every single person in the fandom has already read it, so my rec is quite pointless, and yet]

Royal AU + Fake Dating

I’ll be home for Christmas by @Raindropsandrosess [perhaps due to canon shadowhunters being paid very modestly, AUs with alec being the rich one do somehow come rarer, than rich!magnus AUs, not to mention, that amongst the fair share of Royal AUs this fandom boasts, it is always a surprise, when magnus is not the one being secret Royalty... all that said, i really really liked this one! their chemistry in the author’s interpretation left me super happy, and c'mon, let’s be honest, i can read quality variations of fake dating endlessly, cause duh]

College AU

Introduction to Flirtation by @EllasticElla [hhhmmmmm, so the premise of this is quite... unlikely for me: Alec does not know, how to let his bff Jace know, that he likes him, subtly enough to not ruin the friendship, if it does not work out, and enlists some help from a known dorm lothario Magnus. and after reading i was surprised at my own positive reaction - in 99,9% of cases romantic!jalec makes me hella queasy - but then it hit me.... hasn’t this storyline been 100% canon, like, what am i even having this moral battle over? it’s a good smol fic! but yeah fuck romantic!jalec all the way to hell though] 

Primate Social Behavior by @dreadwyrms [omfg how fucking awesome was thattttttttttt, like, what an absolute and undeniable treat 😍so alec is working on his PhD, and GAing for an Anthropology Prof, and his life runs perfectly messy and perfectly boring, until said Prof has a heart-attack, and a replacement must be called in, which means one M.Bane must put the research he is currently conducting in Costa Rica on hold, and come back to the University, to assume the workload for the rest of the semester. the way this author does malec, and tentative buzzing tension between them, and longing, is simply mouth-watering and delicious, i would read them endlessly, what a great great great treat of a story]

Reconciliation Trope

One Traveler, Long Stood by @thenorthfaceporn [the definition of top notch dumbassery - having had suddenly realized you’ve never actually recc’ed one of your fav stories. to be completely fair, the first time i’ve read it was while being sick with covid, so... not much of common sense was being had during that particular week, but nonetheless, absence of this rec is a crime: tis literally one of the best best thangs written in this trope, periodt. masterpiece no cap.]

Magical Realism AU

The Stair into the Sea by @poemsfromthealley [god damn this author for their sheer magnificence, it is impossible to not feel intellectually inadequate after reading their works, like, the quality of writing...??? how do you do dissssssssss *screams into the void* so this is set is some kind of AU, where Magnus is a writer, and he has lost someone long time ago, and now it is time for him to confront his past and deal with the grief. so he sets on the path to get to the bottom of the tragedy that took someone from him, and this is what brings him to alec....aggghhhrrrrr, my summary is all clumsy, but yeah, this here is one of the fandom’s best authors no cap, go read all their works asapppppppppp]

[nirikeehan]

A midjourney prompt for you!! "knight's favour woman in blue dress on battlements in the style of Frederic William Burton" for Thalia/Blackwall?

Thank you, Rosella! This prompt for @dadrunkwriting was fascinating. Here is what Midjourney gave me.

Which... it def does some wonky faces 🤷‍♀️ but I really liked the look of the rest, so I ran with it! Love an excuse to put Thalia in a dress. Enjoy.

WC: 1513

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The night was unseasonably warm, well above freezing, with a dampness to the air as the ice that surrounded Skyhold melted and wept. On the one hand, Thalia found it intoxicating, like the possibilities held on the first day of spring after a long, hard winter. On the other, she found it deeply irritating, as the humidity caused her long hair to frizz and curl. Thalia combed her fingers through the tangled mass hanging heavy over her shoulders, adorned with a weave of small, white flowers, as she strode through one of many little used exits to the battlements. 

If only she hadn’t let Josephine talk her into wearing her hair down. Or wearing this ridiculous dress: a royal blue, richly embroidered with gold thread on the bodice and sleeves. She looked like a noblewoman, to be sure, but she did not feel like the Inquisitor. Like someone who possessed any power at all. 

Perhaps that was why Thalia needed the night air so badly. The dining hall had been hot and stuffy, lit by large hearths at either end of the room. She’d been seated at the head of the table, her back to the crackling blaze, and surrounded by heads of state from the continent over, forced to make small talk. She had risen to the task, though the conversations had been dull, dull and duller still. 

Out here, at least, she could think. She strolled the length of the battlements, gazing upward at the dusting of stars. Though braziers lit the way every so many feet, in the space between it was nearly too dark to see. Her hand on the cold stone walls guided her way. 

The solitude calmed her. The nearest sentry was clear across the courtyard, and no one loitered the walls this time of night, especially not with a state dinner ongoing. Everyone was either in the dining hall at a place of honor, or drinking the night away at Herald’s Rest. Thalia smirked; she imagined the stir she might cause if she sauntered into the tavern in her full finery. At least a mug of ale, a tavern song, and perhaps a war story from Krem or one of the other Chargers would be more entertaining from the soiree she had just fled. 

Up ahead burned another brazier, but to her surprise the warm orange glow illuminated more than the battlement stones. A tall figure shrouded in black stood sentinel against the wall. Thalia tensed, her hand clenching, ready to summon her magic. But as she stepped closer, the silhouette formed into a familiar figure: the Warden Blackwall, leaning over the edge of the wall, holding something. At her footsteps, he shifted, looked in her direction, and the light moved, revealing his hands.

He clutched a handful of wildflowers, identical to the kind that grew outside Skyhold’s stables. 

Thalia halted. The moment seemed strangely intimate, the look in his eyes fierce and guarded. 

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, suddenly anxious. 

He watched her in silence, gaze dipping from her hair — wilder than ever, with the wind picking up — to the top of her snug bodice, where it lingered long enough for her cheeks to warm. What were feisty girls supposed to say? My eyes are up here? But what if she didn’t mind if he noticed? Why did it have to be tonight, of all nights, when she was dressed up like a bloody peacock? 

“I look absurd, I know,” she snapped, trying to tug her hair back into place.

Blackwall averted his gaze toward the dark mountains. “You don’t.”

How he could somehow make one statement sound both complimentary and vaguely angry she never knew. But it set her heart pounding harder in her chest as she gathered up her hair and began braiding it into one long plait, just to get it out of the way. Dare she step closer to him? The breeze was bracing, and the brazier offered a bit of warmth. 

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” Thalia asked, irritated by how off-kilter he always seemed to place her.

He didn’t move. “Wasn’t invited to the party. Didn’t feel like joining the others in the tavern.” 

“I’m sure we could have found a seat for you,” Thalia said, puzzled. She could have sworn Josephine mentioned asking him to attend as a representative of the Wardens. Or had that been for the Rivaini delegation, not the Orlesian one? There were so many, it was difficult to keep track.

Blackwall snorted. “If it was so riveting, what are you sneaking away for?” 

“I didn’t sneak away,” Thalia retorted, finishing with the plait. She smoothed it over one shoulder, tucking the remaining wisps of hair behind her ear. She slid in between him and the brazier, the pool of light warming her. “I made my proper excuses.” 

He shifted, lying the tangle of wildflowers on the wall between them. He propped his chin up with one hand, a surprisingly relaxed gesture for one she usually observed so stiff and rigid. He might have been smirking, but it was difficult to tell, between his beard and the dark. “Boring as piss, was it?” 

“Lethally,” Thalia admitted, and they both laughed. 

She felt a tension ease between them, and she leaned against the wall beside him, poking at the mound of flowers with one finger. The buds were small and white; the name of the plant eluded her. “Seriously though, what are you doing?” 

Blackwall expelled a long breath. “Something I’ve been doing for many years.” 

He plucked a stem and tossed it out into the void beyond the walls. The wind took it and it vanished into the night. 

Thalia frowned. It was an oddly whimsical ritual for such a serious man, but even in profile his face held profound melancholy. 

“Today’s the day she died.” 

His words stunned Thalia. “Who?” she asked, stupidly. Someone he loved, of course. She thought of all the times his brooding silences stymied her, and wondered if this was the cause. Some woman in his past who broke his heart by dying. Thalia felt an uncharitable pang of envy for her, whoever she was. 

Blackwall shook his head, as if he could read her thoughts. “My sister.” 

“Oh.” She hadn’t been expecting that at all. “Wow. I’m sorry.” 

“It was a long time ago,” Blackwall said, though that clearly did nothing to staunch the grief. “We were both children. I started leaving flowers on the windowsill to remember her, and then different places, and I just… never stopped.” 

The weight of this washed over Thalia. It felt like a confession; some glimpse, at last, into who he’d been before they’d met. It made her both sad for him, and proud, that he would choose her to tell. 

“I think that’s really beautiful,” she said softly. 

He was watching her again, his face aglow in the light of the brazier. She stared back, straightening her shoulders, wondering what it was he looked for when he did that, and whether she provided it. All she knew was his gaze could tie her stomach in knots; could make her ache for something she’d never quite been able to name. She worried what might happen, if she ever called him on it, ever dared him to act. 

Blackwall reached for another flower. Thalia placed her hand over his, stilling it. She could feel the warmth of his skin even though the fabric of his glove. Eyes flicking to her face, he entwined his fingers with hers with no protest, no hesitation. 

Thalia’s breath caught. The silence lingered. Blackwall gently rubbed the back of her palm with this thumb, and she thought she might combust. 

“My lady,” he said suddenly, releasing her. She had to turn away, just to regain her composure, and nearly missed his next words. “I’ve been wondering if I could make a request.”

Thalia felt a little dizzy from the abrupt shift. She wanted to go back to touching him, to understand what it meant. “What is it, Blackwall?” 

“I… worry about you in battle,” he admitted. He dug through a pocket, withdrawing a worn red ribbon. “I hoped that perhaps you could accept a favor from me. To keep you safe.” 

“You want to give me a favor?” Warmth flooded her, as did confusion. “But… in all the romances, it’s the lady who gives her knight a favor, to keep him safe.” 

“Don’t see why it can’t be the other way ‘round.” Blackwall held up the ribbon in his palm for her to see. 

“Was that hers?” Thalia asked quietly. “Your sister’s?” 

He nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “I’d be honored.”

“May I?”

Yes. Touch me again. “Of course.” 

He slipped behind her, taking hold of her long plait. She could feel him tying the ribbon around the bottom length of her hair. His fingers lingered there, brushing her lower back. 

“Is that all right?” His voice was low in her ear. 

“More than,” Thalia said, and told herself the reason she shivered was the cold. 

[boobz-fye]

Rainy mornings with them (G/N reader)

Includes: Tendou Satori, Takanobu Aone, and Miya Osamu.

Warnings: None, all fluff.

Word count: 645

Note: Wanted to share my thoughts on what the boys would do with you when stormed in. Sorry that they are short tho. But I hope you still enjoy it!!!  

Tendou Satori:

You guys will definitely binge you favorite TV shows and anime all day (in my head I feel like Tendou would watch Demon slayer with his S/O, and I can't stop thinking about it) 

You guys would also cook/bake together, while listening to music.

   The aroma coming from the brownies in the oven starts to fill the room. As the two of you wait for them to finish cooking, you sit on the counter top with Tendou in between your legs. You wipe some batter off of his nose, and stare at the wide grin forming on his face. “Oh god, what are you planning now..” “Nothing puppy!” he says as he picks you up from the counter and places you on the ground. Before you can question his actions, Tendou grabs your hands and places them around his neck then proceeds to place his hands around your waist. You stare up at him, as he starts to sway both of your bodies around the kitchen. Giggling you pull his body closer to yours so you can rest your head on his chest. You close your eyes and continue to sway around the room letting him lead the way. The sound of Tendous hums fill your ears, causing a smile to form on your face. Only if this dance could last forever.

♫I'm in love with that face, it's all I'm seeing, I just can not explain this fuzzy feeling. You're my dream girl♫

- Dream Girl: by Crisaunt

Takanobu Aone:

Cuddles all day. 

Do I need to elaborate? 

Mans will not let go of you, def follows you around the house like a lost puppy.

   You can feel the vibrations coming from Aones chest, as he sings in a slightly rough voice. You lay in his warm arms while taking in the man in front of you. He looks so peaceful, only focusing on the music and the warm smile that grows on your face as you watch him in awe. A little bit of blush appears on his face, which only adds more to the effect he has on you. Aone traces circles on your back, as you nuzzle into his chest and take in his scent. You can't stop yourself from looking up at his face one last time before drifting off to sleep.

♫Wake up in the mornin' and to your smell, There's somethin' that I know all too well, Now we on it….It's early in the morning...♫

- Morning sex: by Ralph Castelli  

Miya Osamu:

Okay hear me out!

Sitting on the porch/balcony with him. 

Just a nice hot cup of coffee (or Tea if you don't like coffee) and a blanket thrown over the two of you. 

You guys are on one of those swinging chairs, and he's gently rocking it. 

And then obviously later on you guys would cook together.

    There is nowhere that you would want to be, except here with Osamu.The calming sound of his humming and wind chimes fill your ears. Feeling some rain drops tickle your face, you snuggle into Osamu's warm chest causing a smirk to form on his face. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you choose to not make a sarcastic comment about it. Placing a sweet kiss on your forehead Osamu says “Are ya cold?” you hum in response, while burying your face into his neck. Osamu pulls you into his lap resting his arms loosely around your waist. You can't help the blush spreading across your face from his actions. “Thanks samu.” you mumble, too tired to lift up your head and give him a kiss on the lips, you place one on his neck. He returns to quietly singing, luring you back to sleep.  

♫Hold me closer tiny dancer, Count the headlights on the highway, Lay me down in sheets of linen,You had a busy day today….♫

-Tiny Dancer: by Elton John.

[bpdanakins]

i just infodumped to my friends about bpd anakin and i have No Regrets snakjdkajfsk

anyway, doth thee have any more bpd anakin (or just anakin in general) headcanons becuase i am living for this

I am So Sorry this took so long, but hopefully the length makes up for it. Thank you so much for sending this to me bc BPD!Anakin is my entire life. I could talk about it all day, every day.

I’d like to thank @apple-grass-and-smiles for helping me organize my Thoughts on all of this, prompting me to focus on certain things and giving me feedback in general too. 

Okay, here goes:

Anakin fidgets!! I’m not even sure if this is a headcanon but if it is I will die on this hill. He can’t stay still for the life of him and doubly so when he’s anxious, nervous or Ready To Do Something Already. 

We know Anakin can’t hold eye contact to save his life when he’s upset or insecure, but I can also see him having issues with touch when he’s upset, unless it’s from certain people only (Padmé always gets a pass, for example).

Anakin’s quick to let some small stuff go, but larger things people do that hurt him (whether intentionally or not) aren’t really ever forgotten, and he just kind of takes that in and suppresses it, until random moments when it pops up, he remembers, and it just hurts like it’s happening all over again. The people around him often have no idea what fully sets him off, bc to them, his reaction now seems out of nowhere while his mind’s still stuck on this other thing.     - His reactions also seem sometimes like they’re Over The Top, but even just remembering past hurts can feel almost disabling at times. It’s worse when he ends up ruminating on it, because the hurt and feelings of betrayal just keep building up over and over until it almost blots everything else out.

When he’s happy or surrounded by those he loves, everyone kind of can feel it too, bc he’s just fuckoff powerful in the Force and esp other Force sensitives kind of gather around his space and just… his affection and excitement are literally infectious. 

This probably runs closer to ADHD than BPD for sure, but get him talking about anything mechanical (robotics, engineering, racing, etc) and he will go from 0 to 100 so fast you’d get whiplash. No one minds though bc, as I said, his excitement is infectious and honestly those around him just adore listening to him go off even though half of it goes over their head.     - Ahsoka may not ever get Gotta Go Fast, but she definitely loves it when he really talks her ear off about all this stuff, bc it makes her excited to learn and she picks up on all of it easily. (There’s a part of her that wants to emulate him and she does def look up to him obviously.)     - We see it with Obi-Wan, but people love to use his love of all things mechanical as a way to distract him from things that upset him. It doesn’t always work but they try.

With Obi-Wan, he ends up on the side of Anakin’s splitting like, all the time. And unfortunately sometimes Obi-Wan can’t tell that Anakin’s lashing out not because of something Obi-Wan’s actually done, but bc Anakin’s young and Obi-Wan’s the figure he can project a lot of his frustrations on.     - It can lead Obi-Wan to being confused and hurt sometimes, bc he doesn’t always understand Anakin’s thought processes when this happens, and it definitely sometimes cuts him to the core. On the reverse side, though Anakin might not always say it to his face, Obi-Wan definitely can overhear him at times when Anakin’s ready to 1v1 anyone who even so much as makes a frowny face about Obi-Wan, which helps Obi-Wan remember that Anakin does love him too, actually.     - It ends up being one of the points of frisson between Anakin and Mace, bc Anakin can’t read body language perfectly, especially when it comes to feelings of abandonment or someone seemingly not loving who Anakin loves to the same degree. Mace has a drier sense of humor at times and defs has a more resting frowny face, and this rankles Anakin at times bc he can’t always tell when Mace is just chilling vs being disappointed, and while Anakin will take it all personally, he ALSO takes any perceived criticism to those he loves personally too.     - Both Mace and Obi-Wan don’t get this bc they have a perfectly fine relationship. Anakin’s just Like That.     - (And super overprotective of people’s perceptions of Obi-Wan. Anakin will go off about Obi-Wan being mean and all that, but fuck you and your entire family tree if you ever even think Obi-Wan’s anything short as the most amazing Jedi to ever Jedi.)

Everybody and their mother can see the pedestal Anakin puts Padmé on, and surprisingly she rarely is on the end of his splitting. When he does, he just internalizes it bc he can’t stand the idea that he’s somehow seen her in a wrong light, or he feels guilty for getting angry with her.     - He also defines a huge chunk of his life around loving her, making her his center for a lot of his decisions and reactions, so when they’re off, his whole world seems backwards. It makes him Really uncomfortable and unsure. He gets panicky and upset and often people have no idea what the cause is so they just end up a lil panicky in return.     - He tends to take it out on others, by doing an exercise or by disappearing to fiddle with something.     - Pads has an easier time recognizing Anakin’s emotional needs, bc in some ways they’re the same as hers. She’s good at reaching out to him, comforting him and reassuring him of her love. And in turn, he like, never fucking shuts up about how much he loves her, and those moments are what make her feel so special around him. Being loved by Anakin makes someone feel important and even get tingly, bubbly happy feelings, because it’s hard to doubt it sometimes.     - There’s a part of her that sometimes worries about how Intense he is, but, like I said, when his positive intense emotions are focused on you, it feels wonderful. And he’s genuinely super sweet and gentle, and she appreciates that, when she tells him to back off about something, he’ll listen to her wishes. (I’m using movie Anakin as my base here bc TCW!Anakin in this regard is just…. bad y’all lmao)

Anakin’s anxious about Ahsoka All The Time. He’s afraid he’s a bad teacher, he’s afraid he’ll mess her up somehow, he’s afraid he’ll hurt her or she’ll get hurt, and that’s why he can’t stand the idea sometimes of her being on her own. It’s not a lack of trust in her abilities, but because he feels responsible for her, and that’s why he’s always ready to put himself between her and literally anything that could potentially hurt her. (Even if it’s not a physical threat.)     - There are times she finds this amusing and times this makes her angry, but mostly she is long suffering. There are times she appreciates it though, bc she’s still a kid and isn’t always sure which way is up, especially when in a war. Anakin is often a cornerstone for her, and though she’d literally NEVER admit it, his overprotectiveness can sometimes be a reassurance. She knows she can handle herself just fine, but when she has an inkling of doubt, she’ll remind herself that Anakin will be there, and then go and take care of the problem herself.     - She doesn’t always get his moments where he’s not always falling over himself to talk Obi-Wan up or go out of his way to sass at him. To her, they have a wonderful relationship and she rarely notices when Obi-Wan might say something that pokes at Anakin wrong, so she often just winds up ???? when Anakin is huffy or annoyed with her grandmaster.     - She sees Anakin’s anger issues a little more easily than others, and she worries about it but always brushes it off or downplays it, bc she always sees why he’s angry, and also always just assumes (like everyone else) that he can Handle It.     - Anakin’s recklessness and impulsivity are some of her favourite things about being his padawan. He’s literally never boring to be around, and Ahsoka needs that sort of excitement to sometimes push aside the knowledge that she’s literally in a warzone. Anakin’s also really good at doing this intentionally; he’s literally always worrying after her, and all he wants to do is take care of those he loves and make them happy, so sometimes he’ll be Extra just to get under her skin or distract her and honestly this is the basis of where their playful competitions always come from.

If Ahsoka is long suffering, Rex is doubly so. Sometimes it’s all he can do to keep up with Anakin and Ahsoka, but he appreciates Anakin “thinking outside the box”. He also appreciates knowing that Anakin is just as loyal to him and his men as he himself is (well… Anakin is until he isn’t lmao)     - Rex, like Pads, is really good at picking up Anakin’s moods and even trains of thought, so he’s always able to work around that, or even see where Anakin’s mind is going when coming up with a plan. They make a really good team bc while Anakin can jump from one idea to another without them seemingly correlated, Rex immediately follows Anakin’s leaps and they just end up in sync.     - That being said, Anakin can be really confusing at times. His moods are often so all over the place, that Rex generally has no idea what tf is going on. He deals with it by learning to be calm when Anakin’s unable to, and just ride out Anakin’s worst moods until they pass by, learning not to let it all phase him. Anakin lowkey hates it when he’s upset, but once the worst of it passes, he really appreciates that Rex will just… not press like Obi-Wan, or balances out the moments Anakin’s mind is so cluttered by instead just keeping a good focus on things.

Probably everyone’s most baffling symptom of Anakin’s is his paranoia. Obi-Wan kind of sees it the most, because Anakin is always testy with the Council and often feels put on the spot, dismissed and looked down upon. To everyone else, they don’t get where Anakin’s ideas come from, bc everything seems chill on their end. His fretting about others’ well-being is straightforward enough, but his instant panic-turned-anger shift when he receives any criticism (especially the perceived type) always gives people whiplash. It’s hard to keep up with, hard to see what it was that got to him so much, and hard to know how to help (particularly when they’re worried that trying to help him will feel like “taking sides”).     - Ahsoka takes Anakin’s POV of the Council pretty easily, at least when it comes to him. This is mostly bc she’s not there when there’s a meeting or tension around them, nor was she there when Anakin first arrived, so she just assumes they must genuinely often have issues with him too. She doesn’t see it to the extent Anakin does though, but she recognizes that sometimes he seems to blow things out of proportion when he’s upset, and figures it’ll just blow over once he’s calmed down.     - Pads, on the other hand, is always kind of aware of Anakin’s fears of losing her. He often not-so-subtly looks for reassurances that she loves him and won’t leave him, that she’s feeling alright or not angry/annoyed with him. She chalks it up to his trauma with his mother (and she’s partially right), so even when sometimes it gets on her nerves that he seems to doubt her so much, she tries to remind herself of that and let it go. 

Those closest to him can pick up that Anakin tends to see the negative in things, and is generally really hard on himself. They try to help out by giving praise where it’s due and just overall Being There, but it’s Rough to know they often don’t get through. (Palps, on the other hand, knows how to weaponize this.) 

The saddest part is that I don’t think anyone once thought Anakin was Seriously Ill, partly out of ignorance, partly bc they assumed it had to do with his age/upbringing, and partly bc, eventually, everyone was dealing with trauma and even if someone wanted to send Anakin back to the Temple to have a nap or something, they legit couldn’t bc there was a war going on and he also would never have tolerated it at that point in time.     - Obi-Wan’s the one who worries about all of this the most, because he’s always felt such a huge responsibility for Anakin and loves him a lot, he’s just never fully been able to understand how to get on the same wavelength as Anakin.     - Anakin, too, actually never fully figures out that there is something Going On. Everything’s always overwhelming him and even though he prefers doing things at 100mph, sometimes it seems like there is Too Much going on, and even during peace times it just felt like he couldn’t keep up with everything. He hates internal reflection but also can’t stop overthinking about everything, and so he just ruminates and goes in circles and often just ends up going nowhere when it comes to dealing with things. He tries his hardest all the time, he is ALWAYS trying, but doing stupid stunts, fighting droids, making robots and speeding everywhere all the time is truthfully only a bandaid.     - Being surrounded by those he adores and receiving affection from them/seeing them happy boosts his mood a lot but he doesn’t have enough self-awareness to guess at why his happier moods just won’t last.     - Sometimes he can figure out when he’s being irrational and then just takes it out on himself, which only exacerbates his bad episodes. 

Palpatine doesn’t help. He’s abusive, manipulates Anakin all the time and is the Worst and definitely makes everything Anakin is struggling with harder and I think we should all just punt him into a sun thank you this isn’t a headcanon I just want everyone to know how much I hate him

[missrandomdreamer]

Early OC Writing

So i wanted to post the original writing I had for a totally different OC Irena. I really liked this but idk just wasnt sure about it at the time. also me being self conscious was like ' ah this is kind of cringe' which was another reason i abandoned it >< and also def more magical and what not lol

but yeah here is an old bit of a story i wrote and just never finished, sorry for it just being kind of rough probably not the bed edited and what not

When Karl took in this wolf to heal he didn’t realize it would stick around nor did he realize it wasn’t just a wolf. It had been the early evening on a cold day in January. He had grown restless and aggravated with his work and needed fresh air, something he rarely would come out of his factory for but it was just one of those times. He had been headed to the reservoir granted not to talk to the fishy lord but to gaze at the water. Sometimes watching the water move in the moonlight calmed him down  and put him at ease, calmed him though he would never tell a living nor dead about that. 

He was just getting to the top of the hill getting closer to the bridge when he heard a rustle nearby. His ears picked up and nostrils flared, hammer coming down to the earth with a thud. His eyes scanned the darkening horizon. A human couldn’t really see in this growing evening light but a lycan could. Karl blinked as he saw a dark mass moving slowly, limping actually in the brush. An animal? He hadn’t seen a wild animal aside from the normal birds out here in awhile, most of the Lycan had scared them off especially any deer or elk yet. Heisenberg stalked it slowly until he heard a low growl. The creature's head lifted showing bright yellow eyes like that of a harvest moon. 

A low chuckle came from the man’s throat as he drew closer to it, causing it to growl lower revealing its sharp canines. Heisenberg kneeled down getting to its level, while it continued to growl, its sharp pointed ears pressed to its head.  “Aw well what do we have here? Haven’t seen a wolf around these parts in quite some time. At least not a real one. You alone?”  Karl looked around now straining his ears to hear any soft padded feet hitting the dying vegetation around him and snow yet there was nothing but the soft wind and sounds of the reservoir nearby.  The black wolf backed up but let out a sharp sound of pain causing Karl to turn his head back to it, steel blue eyes focusing on it more closely now.

“Ah, it seems one of the Lycan boys got to you, surprised you made it out in such a fight, Must be one tough little pup.” The iron smell of blood wafted over to him now from the wind, the creature was bleeding, he frowned. In the light he could see a horrible gash on its back stretching to its hind quarters. Damn, how the hell did it survive. The mechanic scrunched up his nose and sighed. He could put the creature out of its misery but the damn thing seemed to have a fighting spirit…He could use it on an experiment but some part of him didn’t feel that right. It seemed like it was one of the last real animals...it deserved to die as such if it came to not be turned into some fighting machine. 

Karl Heseinberg stood up and approached it slowly again. It snapped its jaws at him growling, “Ah little tough one aren’t you, despite your battle wounds. What a strong little wolfy you are.” he laughed softly and slowly took off his glove and outstretched his big hand to the injured animal causing the black wolf to press itself into the dirt still snarling.  “C’mere, I am not gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. The wolf didn’t move at first, just kept snarling, gnashing its teeth. It tried to back up again but yelped once more. Karl didn’t move and just left his hand there for the creature to sniff once it ever decided to...if it decided too. He wished he had some sort of food to give it, but naturally he had nothing on him that would help in this situation. 

He kneeled like that for a while and when he was just about to call it quits, annoyance rising in his chest the wolf finally stopped snarling. It slowly moved its head and sniffed Karl’s hand. The large mechanic could feel the warm nose of the wolf, not a good sign, it was probably worse off than he thought. It took every ounce of self-control not to grab the wolf by the scruff and pull it to him, or pet the creature. He kept still holding his breath, letting the wolf sniff his hand. Karl saw its eyes wince but then gently licked his fingers before restings its head in the man’s fingers, as if quietly saying okay I trust you. 

Karl felt a strange sense of relief wash over him and he chuckled softly. “Good boy, it's not so scary right?” The wolf turned its head and blinked, making a huff at him. The large man laughed again, “I'm sorry , good girl?” He cocked his head, weird, the wolf closed its eyes and put its head under Karl’s fingers again. He just laughed again scratching its bristling fur, “All right girl sorry. Now you gonna let me pick you up and carry you or we gonna have a fight on this too?”

The ebony wolf said nothing and just laid down, breathing heavily, golden eyes looking at him before closing them, looking as if she was going to sleep. Heisenberg frowned, guessing that was his answer. He stood up now and picked up the wolf who didn’t protest, only letting out a yelp, snapping its jaw as if to say be careful! “All right sorry sorry! I’ll be gentler next time, let’s get you home.” The mechanic was surprised at how big the creature was, were wolves usually this big? Yet it felt light and thin, he could feel its rib cage through its  bristled fur, he frowned. Seems like this wolf needed more than just healing, it needed food. Karl Heisenberg held the wolf carefully in its arms while his large hammer floated beside him, the creature falling asleep in his arms almost immediately, shivering in the cooling air.  And that is how Karl Heisenberg adopted a werewolf.

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Heisenberg was taken aback by seeing the wolf in the yellow light of the medical wing of his factory. The wounds were way worse than he thought and the wolf was a lot bigger than he realized. It was twice the size of a normal wolf yet it didn’t resemble a lycan in any regard yet...this wolf didn’t seem right. No, not now, let's heal this thing before it gets worse. The wolf’s golden eyes were closed for the most part the healing only opening them for a short time seeing exactly what Karl was doing before laying its head down on the cold table allowing the mechanic to work. “You seem strangely calm for a wild wolf, were you someone’s house pet baby girl?” he said to himself, threading up the wounds causing the wolf to whine kicking its leg slightly before calming at a shushing sound from the mechanic. “It’s all right, almost done with stitching’ don’t go kickin you’ll mess it up now.” he said sternly in that soft tone he had now started to use with the wild creature. 

 His blue eyes looked over the wolf as he worked, applying ointment which caused the creature to growl before getting calmed again by Heseinberg. The final thing was wrapping up the wounds to keep the stitching safe and from coming undone.  The wraps would be awkward and the thing would probably move a bit slower at least it would heal faster. Karl sighed as he brushed his calloused hands through its fir, taking more detail of the creature. Not only was it bigger but it was completely black except for a little white crescent shape on its chest, strange. He felt scars along its body causing the creature to twitch. He let out a low whistle, the wolf’s ears twitched. “You are a tough little cookie, aren't ya darlin’. Must have been out there alone for awhile now, how the hell did you manage to live this long?” Karl asked, looking at the wolf’s face. It raised its head and blinked , making a little huff before letting its head down to rest, breathing through its nose again.  Heisenberg laughed softly, “All right, get some rest then, here I'm gonna take you to a softer, warmer place than this old table. When ya wake up I'll get you something to eat, how’s that baby girl?” He petted her head again and she just licked his fingers causing him to chuckle softly. “Night baby girl.”

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The next few days the wolf slept, drank and ate, never leaving Heisenberg’s bedroom unless to use the bathroom of course which the man would have to carry the wolf outside the factory to do so. Otherwise, the wolf was quiet, never really making a sound. It just watched the mechanic work quietly, sometimes dozing other times limping over to him and sleeping at his feet, something the man found...amusing to say the least, other times it would lay its large head in his lap, where he would scratch it absentmindedly while he smoked a cigar.  It was like owning a dog. He actually did make a collar for the wolf though the thing seemed reluctant to accept it.  It sniffed it and cocked it’s large head at Karl. The man had laughed, 

“Not liking it? I guess you don’t need one if you are going to be around me all the time huh?” The wolf just huffed and laid its head back on his lap causing the man to chuckle again.. “All right, no collar it is then.” 

Eventually the bandages were removed and the wolf was healed yet the creature didn’t seem all too restless or eager to return to the outside world quite yet. Now the thing seemed curious; it would follow Heseinberg around but never get in the way just watching. Karl eventually had to scold the wolf for following him to the dangerous part of the factory when that came the wolf would wait for him back in his room. At night, the wolf slept alongside the large mechanic which genuinely surprised the Lord. Curious but not unwelcome. The man would pet its fur, till he too fell asleep beside it.  He didn’t want to admit it, but he was growing rapidly attached to this animal. Karl hadn’t handed another living thing in his factory aside from the mutants he had created, but they showed no emotion, he had made it so only the emotion to kill and destroy, to obey him. He never had an animal friend, not since he was a little boy and again he didn’t want to admit it, but he had missed it.

There were nights when he would grow frustrated over being a child of Mother Miranda, of dealing with  Lady D, of his work, of being alive sometimes and he would just rage. He would throw things and scream, shouting to the world yet the wolf didn’t run at that. She would wait till he was done raging and then approach him, when he had finally had raged till he couldn’t anymore,it would  lay its head on thigh. She wasn’t afraid of him and she showed it by the affection she gave him after his outbursts. Karl wouldn’t say a word and just pet her, sometimes even hug her,  burying his face in her soft dark fur. 

He never told the others about his strange pet, the only one he ever considered telling was Donna, he felt she would love the large fluffy creature though he was worried what Angie would do. Best not tell anyone about it for now they would only make fun of him or even worse hurt the wolf, something he refused to let happen. So the wolf would be his secret. No one ever came to his factory so, he had little to worry of anyone ever finding out about her. 

Though something strange would happen after a few weeks of having the wolf around. It was on an extremely bad day in fact. Heisenberg had just got back from a horrible meeting with Mother Miranda and his so-called siblings. Alicia had been more annoying which caused Karl to get more angry, ending the meeting with a horrible fight. Karl had stomped home pissed and threw himself into his work. He looked forward to having the wolf be there to greet and ease his stress but the creature seemed to be restless. The dark wolf  had been pacing around his room right around sunset and scratching the door. “All right, I'm coming , give me a minute, just need to finish something up.” Karl grumbled to the wolf as he was tinkering withs something the man not looking up at all,  but the wolf wouldn’t have it, she barked and growled at him.  The man immediately put his tools down and looked at the wolf, his eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes peeking over the rims of his dark glasses. That wasn’t like her, something must be wrong. “All right, all right, let’s go out. What’s eating at you baby girl?” The wolf just barked again and stomped the floor. Frowning, Heisenberg stood up and walked to his bedroom door, opening it and was just about to step out when the wolf beat him to it. She ran on a head causing the mechanic to gasp and follow. He cursed and threw up his hand, his hammer flying to him as he chased after the wolf.

“Where the hell are you in a hurry for, what’s going on?” Karl called after it but it kept running for the door. Something akin to panic raced in the man’s veins. Was it trying to leave him now? But why? I guess he knew this day would come but why now? The wolf kept running ahead but would look back at Karl to see if he was still following after it, which the man was. When they got to the entrance it ran way ahead which caused Karl to even panic more. He felt his hand twitch, all he had to do was summon metal and the creature would be put down or caged at his whim. Though that didn’t seem right to him, not after all this time no he wasn’t going to cage an animal that wanted to be free...he would be no better than mother Miranda if he did that. However, panic still drove Karl forward following the wolf. The wind was cold and wild that night biting at the mechanic’s chest and face. The wolf was now just a large shadow moving among the dying light only pausing every once in a while if the mechanic was following it which he was. Granted if he had a piece of metal to alleviate on he would be at its side in an instant but no he hadn’t thought of that and was just running now. 

His eyes never left the wolf as he weaved its way in the brush, nor when the wolf went up the mountain, not again when they started into the woods. Where the hell was the thing taking him? How long had he been running with this wolf? The full moon was getting higher in the sky  now peaking through the tall evergreens, providing a soft white light. The wolf gave a little howl to Karl, keep up!, as if to say and so he did. “Where the hell are we going!? My factory needs me. I don't have time for a run around!” he calls but the wolf howls again, motioning with its head to keep on following. She easily jumped from boulder to boulder before stopping at a large gaping mouth in the mountain. She stopped and Karl stopped with her, just yards away. The wolf made a little huff and went into the cave and he followed suit slowly but surely,  now running out of breath. “Son of a bitch.” he sighed. “This better be fucking good.” 

Karl Heisenberg stumbled up the boulders and into the cave, which was strangely warm. He could hear the sound of flowing water nearby. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the darkness and now seeing golden eyes look back at him. The mechanic’s glasses fell down his nose a bit and huffed,stealing eyes getting aggravated. This fucking venture better be worth it, damn mutt.  That once somewhat sweet disposition started to already deteriorate. He was tired, he needed to work not chase after this wolf. Why was he doing this in the first place? It didn’t make any sense to him yet here was fitting his large frame in a small little cave following a wolf. His boots echoed off the walls of the stone cavern, the air was moist, moss covering the walls around him. He sniffed, musty, natural...gross. The wolf stopped ahead of him and motioned with its head and suddenly jumped down. Karl gasped and picked up his pace again which in turn made him slip on the moist floor sending him plummeting down the cavern.

“Fuck me!” he cursed loudly, getting more and more angry by the second. He pulled himself off the floor till he suddenly looked up and blinked. There was an opening, the sound of water was louder and he could make out moonlight from behind a wall of vines. He saw the dark silhouette of the wolf, its golden eyes glinting in the pale light before it disappeared beyond the walls. Heisenberg let out a growl of aggravation but followed after the wolf stomping like a spoiled child.  He was cursing under his breath as he pushed the thick foliage, muttering how stupid this all way and he just have just let the damn thing run away until his eyes looked up. 

“What the hell…?” he breathed. Heisenberg stepped out into a moonlit garden, sanctuary? He wasn’t quite sure. He walked more carefully out onto the stones and looked up around him, momentarily losing sight of the wolf. He was surrounded by boulders of various shapes and sizes but plants seemed to be peaking out everywhere: from various types of flowers to strange ivy that seemed to snake around everything. A small stream broke from the earth and slithered along the ground: it glowed with an unearthly light-from the light of the moon. It was then his eyes caught the wolf again. It stood with elegance upon a boulder and another opening behind that one. 

“Why did you bring me here? What the hell was all of this for?” Heisenberg straightened himself up to his full height, and hammer at his side. He felt consciously more dirty than usual in such a clean place, something that never bothered him till now. He felt exposed and cornered, a feeling he felt whenever he was in the presence of Mother Miranda. He shivered yet this place seemed to be untouched by snow and the wind didn’t roam down here despite still being exposed to the elements. 

The wolf looked over at him; it’s golden eyes practically glowing, unnatural. It merely blinked at him before  throwing its head up releasing a chilling howl: crystalline, piercing. The man’s eyebrows furrowed again, he took a step back to the shadows of the entrance.  The wolf’s song finished yet it was met with no response. It then let its large black head drop and seemed to bow towards the moon itself. It sat frozen for a little longer than Karl liked so he took another step forward but once again stopped himself. The body started to rise. 

The body of the wolf rose from its bow  just as the full moon warmed the creature, making its black fur sparkle but its movements started to look strange. He saw the fur of the wolf yet it kept rising until suddenly he wasn’t looking at a wolf anymore. His mouth fell open and his glasses fell from his face. There in the bright moonlight was a woman, thin and wane like a crescent moon and skin just as white as one. Skin...lots of skin...she was naked minus for something that hung from her shoulders, a large fur appeared….a wolf skin? Her wolf skin? Pitch black hair cascaded around her in waves, dancing along the ground but moving around her pale form in strange whisps but doing nothing to make her modest. 

Golden eyes looked down at him with such focus it made him shiver. “Fuck me…” he breathed and stumbled forward landing on his knees looking up at the she-wolf before him. She might have laughed; she might not have; he didn't hear her; he was just spellbound by her glowing eyes. The woman looked down at him as if he was her prey, eyes looking for every moment. She then moved silently, gracefully to him and kneeled down to his level, just as he had down to her. The strange woman put out her hand and cupped his face, while the other kept the black wolf skin over her shoulders. The hand on his face started to scratch his chin, then combing her fingers through his beard. Something moved him to relax into her fingers.  He gulped something and his eyes closed, letting out a low pleased rumble in his chest. Now who was the dog? Fuck. 

Karl eventually opened his eyes to look at her, again being stolen up into those harvest moon eyes. “Who the hell are you? What the hell are you?” he breathed.  She merely smiled softly and pressed a finger to her lips. She released his chin and caught himself before he let himself whine, already missing her touch. The mysterious she-wolf moved quickly away and bounded up the boulders with ease. She looked back at him with a smile before dipping into the small cave. She moved like mercury, it was a bit mesmerizing. Nope best not to think that right now. Heisenberg shook his head and when he stopped, there she was again, smiling in front of him.

“How did you-” he shook his head again and she cocked her own. “Are you something Mother Miranda made? One of her forgotten projects?”  His tone grew aggregated and snapping.  The woman made a face of disgust and shook her head before disappearing again, off to get something else. 

“Then what the hell are you!?” Karl was screaming at the empty clearing. He saw her poke her head out from behind a boulder and just smiled and put her finger to her lips, tapping it before disappearing again. Oh great what the hell did that mean? He tried to catch where she went but she was so quick, yet moved with grace. The Lycan swallowed something and shook his head, “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me what you are then I'm heading back to my factory.” He just turned around but bumped right into the mysterious woman who was now holding a bowl of some strange liquid in her hands, she pushed it towards him. Whatever it was, it smelled very earthy and flowery much to the mechanic’s dismay. He growled and took a step back but she matched it with a step forward.

“What? What is this?” he barked while she just pouted, pushing it towards him again,  he tried not to focus on how cute it looked, nope don't think that now. “I'm not gonna drink it, I hate flowery shit, what are you trying to say?”  The wolfy woman was looking annoyed now and sighed, which strangely sounded like her wolfy huff that she did when she was in her wolf form.  Karl looked down at her and she looked up at him, both of them holding an annoyed expression. Again the woman sighed and pressed hand on his chest which caused a shiver to run through him like electricity then with the other she took a sip of the drink. His brows furrowed but all thoughts of logic and words were lost when the hand that had his shirt tightened. She jerked him down suddenly to her level, stepping on tip-toes she pressed her mouth to his own. 

The moment that happened Karl lost all of his senses completely, his hands had a mind of their own and grabbed the woman in front of him suddenly, pressing her to his body. He might have heard the bowl clutter to the ground but suddenly things seemed foggy.  He let her take his lips and whatever liquid she held there passed through him for a brief moment he heard a whisper,

“Drink.”  It beckoned  and so he did. He let the woman’s tongue slide in and dropped the liquid on his tongue, his body already buzzing. The fragrant liquid danced in his mouth then raced down his throat. He had broken the stranger’s kiss just to swallow it down hungrily. It tasted sweet but it made his body tingle all over, or maybe that was just her kiss-regardless  he wanted more of it. As soon as that thought came it went because the next thing he knew, his body had become light and strange.  What the fuck!? His vision blurred and everything seemed to turn to mist around him. He didn’t remember letting go of the woman but he must have because she wasn’t there anymore and all at once he felt like he was falling-falling through clouds. He opened his mouth gasping for air, to yell and curse  but all he tasted were flowers until suddenly everything went dark. 

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Karl bolted up immediately gasping for air, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him before he snapped his head around, shaking. His breathing was shallow and his eyes wild, until they rested on the little woman sitting cross legged beside him: again completely naked except for her wolf skin draped over her shoulders. Her soft expression showed worry, strangely enough. It might have been a bit sweet if Karl wasn’t so pissed.

“What the hell did you give me, woman? How long have I been out what- ah fuck..” He brought his hands to his head, the taste of  flowers still on his tongue. 

“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t have understood me otherwise...how are you feeling?”

“I feel like utter shit, that’s what I feel like I-...wait.” Heisenberg snapped his head up and looked at the woman with wide eyes. “Did you just talk?” 

“Yes.” But her lips didn’t move more like he heard it in his head. “That drink allowed you to hear me. It doesn’t usually affect people like that, you scared me when you passed out.”

“No shit!” he growled and rubbed his temples, his head still felt foggy. Nothing made since, this was all out of his comfort zone. “You know I’m not a damn human so how did you think it would play out?” Karl looked at her now moving to put on his discarded glasses, still frowning.

He noticed her eyebrows were furrowed and the look of sorrow , hurt and frustration was in those glowing golden eyes. She didn’t say anything, maybe she didn't know what to say, much like when she was in her wolf form, she let Heisenberg get all his anger out, there was no helping trying to reason talk to him when he was upset. (Despite he had every right to be) “Are...can you hear my thoughts? I hear your voice in my head.” His eyes widened then narrowed but a bit of relief passed through him when she shook her head.

“ I only hear when you speak with your mouth, nothing more. Give it a try, so I can put your worries at ease.” Her voice was soothing, something he tried to shake off. 

“Fuck it, I wouldn’t know what to think of anyway to much shit going on…” She simply nodded to his answer. Heisenberg took in some air and then let it out slowly before turning to her once more with a heated gaze. “So do mind telling me what the hell all of this is? Who you are, what you are? You said you aren’t one of Miranda’s experiments so how the hell do you do what you do?”

The woman nodded, he had good questions and easy enough to answer whether he believed her would be another story. She brought her black fur about as if she was a bit cold. “My name is Irena. I have lived in the woods here for most of my life, I was once human many many moons ago but I don;t remember much of that life anymore. You see I was bitten by a wolf,” She now withdrew her hand from the dark fur and showed him her palm, a pentacle was there looking as if it was burned harshly into her flesh. Heisenberg’s eyebrows furrowed again this was all sounding bull shitting but he let her continue. “Specifically a cursed wolf.”

“That seems like an old child’s tale. There ain’t even such a thing, only the things that Miranderr has made.” he snarled, crossing his arms over his chest. The woman shrugged, 

“Believe what you wish, I think it’s silly that you accept the strange things the woman does and find that more believable than a story that has been on this planet for hundreds if not thousands of years.  Stories have to come from some sort of truth.”

“Well of course but lycanthropy has been an actual physical ailment that can happen, that's where the stories come from. Some over hairy dude with a weird obsession with meat gets mistaken for a wolf man, and bam! That’s how a story is born. None of this magic bull shit of a wolf turning into ...a woman and what not, running around naked with wolf fur over her head.” He motioned to her body and then looked away huffing, she cocked her eyebrow but again just  shrugged again, he was more knowledgeable in that way of knowledge than she expected,

“Well yes but I can assure you that is not in my case. I would think magic had some part to play. Not everything on this earth can be explained with science, Healer..” He blinked at her nickname for him, did she even know his name? Yet all t hose thoughts were pushed aside and again made angry by her next moves.  She stood up from her spot now and with that strange grace picked up a bowl beside her and passed it over to him. “Here, drink some water, it might help with the fogginess. If I remember correctly you haven’t been very hydrated today anyway.”  

Karl snarled and knocked it out of her hand like a rotten child, “I wouldn’t be feeling like shit if it hadn’t been for you and don’t get onto me like a mother!”

“I'm most certainly not your mother.” Karl shivered, there was a deep growl with those words, almost as if suddenly mutated something else entirely. Her eyebrows now furrowed and it looked as if she would snarl, her lips twitching, “I wanted to tell you the truth about me and to thank you personally for what you did. You saved my life and let me into your home, so I wanted to show you mine.”  Irena  stepped towards him, puffing out her chest and giving him a death glare  into his eyes. It made him nervous for some reason and he didn’t like having that emotion. She was standing toe to toe with him now.  “I’m sorry the drink gave you side effects, I should have taken into account your mutation,  though I never think of you as that. So I apologized that it didn't cross  my mind.”  She huffed and growled, now knowing that came from her lips. It was not a wolf’s growl nor a womans but a deeper beast altogether. 

“I liked you better as a damn wolf, why couldn't you stay that way!” He snapped. 

“So you liked me better as your bitch is that it?” Karl sucked in his breath. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t like that, he didn’t seem right coming out of her mouth.  That’s no-that’s not what he meant at all. Fuck all of this was to much, he needed to get back to the factory. What hell was even happening more? 

“Fuck this! I’m going back to my factory! You can stay back at your home, hope you're happy and wish you luck not running into lycans. Next time I won’t be there to help you.” He shouted over his shoulder as he stomped back the way he came, dragging his hammer out behind him.  Karl didn’t hear Irena  respond except for what he thought was sniffling. Sudden pain and hurt stung him in the chest but he pushed it aside. Fuck this, fuck all of this! He didn’t have time for this; he had an army to build and a bitch to overthrow no time for wolves or women or whatever she was. No time for senseless emotions.

He told himself that all the way back to the factory not even looking around him. He hadn’t looked back at Irena even though something pulled him to do so, he denied it. Heisenberg just kept facing forward, out of hidden paradise, out of the cave, trekked through the forest  down the mountain and across the field till he was in the loud confines of his factory. Finally, the sounds can drown out the stupid voices and feelings. Karl needed to go back to work, none of this frolicking in the moonlight with naked ladies. He made a face at that thought and shook his head, throwing himself back into work.

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Karl didn’t sleep the rest of that night, nor the next one he just kept working through. He never wanted to stop or think about what happened with the she-wolf . Nor did he want to think about how much he missed her being by his side in the night or when he was getting upset not having someone to come back from working to hold, even if she was just a wolf at the time: company was still company. There was some point during the second evening he wondered what it would have been like to have a talking companion, especially as interesting as Irena. What was it like to have someone waiting for you at the end of the day, with that innocent smile and those captivating eyes. To touch his face as she had done briefly and have those long nails comb back his hair. Heisenberg squashed those thoughts though and continued to work, no need to be getting like that now. It was all stupid.

The third night is when it really sets in. He had finally exhausted himself to where he couldn’t even sit up at his desk so he decided to throw himself into bed. Karl discarded his glasses and hat but fore passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The man was soon dreaming-dreaming like he always did. His mind couldn’t even get a break when he tried to sleep most of the time it was nightmares but this night was different. 

That night he dreamt he was outside of his factory, it was cold and the wind was howling. He was running, his heart was beating painfully in his chest, strange smells came to his nose and he could hear-something was chasing him. Yet hsi feet made no sound in the snow, he was silent even in his movement. He broke into the woods glancing this way and that before running again he was headed further up the mountain. With ease he jumped from boulder to boulder before glancing down to now see what had been chasing him. A lycan. What? Why was he the one becing chased, the lycans no not to fuck with the Four Lords. 

“Get away you dumb shit!”

But those words didn’t leave his mouth just an inhuman growl. What the hell? In a split second he was howling, a familiar crystalline howl that suddenly turned into something deep and demonic. The lycan below suddenly backed away but snarled back up at him before he felt him move at lightning speed. He reached out with a large paw and talons bringing  it down swiftly on the mutated man. The lycan howled in pain but snapped with its strange teeth before slashing Karl with its claws. He felt a stinging pain but he paid no mind. Instead he opened his mouth and snapped down on the space between the creature's neck and shoulder. He tasted blood in his jaws and mutated flesh, he ripped away at it, sickening ripping and slapping sound echoed in the air.  The lycan let out another airy sound before dropping down at his feet in a pool of blood. He spat out the meat and howled again before licking his lips, feeling all his teeth to be sharpened. The blood fueled him in a strange way.

He shook his head and ran again leaving the corpse for the birds. Now where was he going? Heisenberg was moving quickly more so than a normal man should (Despite that he wasn’t normal but even as a Lord he wasn’t that fast) He started to hear the sound of water, then he smelled it, there was a sense of urgency: he needed to get to it fast.  Again, he moved so effortless through the snow until he started to see the river come into view. He dove his face into the water and slurped up the ice cold water like a wild beast. He saw the blood drip off of him from the other creature making the snow a light pink color. He shook his head like a beast before  peering into the water. What looked back wasn’t him but a large black humanoid wolf, with familiar harvest moon eyes.

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Heisenberg woke up in a cold sweat, “The fuck was that?” He licked his lips again, he twitched, the taste of blood and flowers were on his lips. The Iron Horse got up and shakily made a glass of whiskey. He downed it quickly and poured himself another one.. What the hell? That dream felt so real, all the way to the cold of the snow , the sounds of howling,  the taste of blood on his lips...even that damn floral taste was still there. Why hadn’t that shit gone away yet. The mechanic downed the 2nd one and released a shaking breath. He has had vivid dreams like that but this one was different, it was as if he was someone else in the dream. No, he knew who that was, it was Irena, it had to be. He had been experiencing all her senses and feeling all the things she felt. 

Why though, had it something to do with the liquid she gave him? The kiss they exchanged? His  mind filtered back to those glowing eyes, that smile and that sweetness of the kiss, her gentle touch that made him craving more. 

Heisenberg growled and put his head in his hands. He didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think about any of this. He needed to focus, fuck, he had a factory to run and an army to build. Now wasn’t the time to be getting sentimental, to be getting distracted, he needed to work. Getting lost in his work always got him distracted, the hatred for Mother Miranda fueled him and he needed to get back to that mindset. He growled again, taking down another glass of whiskey before throwing on his clothes, signature hat and glasses. “Fuck Mother Miranda , fuck this family and fuck this village! I can’t wait to burn this whole palace to the ground!”  He swung open the door with the flick of his wrist, nearly tearing it off the hinges and headed into the darkness of his factory, washing away any other thoughts of the wolf woman and only on his goals for now.

[rosepetalmark]

flowers in your hair

↬ Johnny Suh x Reader ↬1.8k Words ↬Your allergies and creating art are two things Johnny holds dear to his heart

You hated the outdoors. Anything to do with bugs, dirt, and even plants made you itch and sneeze and scared that you’ll get some rare unknown disease and die because the innocent looking flower you picked by the bench turned out to be poisonous. 

Johnny on the other hand, enjoyed nature and embraced it to its fullest. Every day he’d make time to bask in the grass, and soak up all the sun while working on his latest art inspiration. 

Today, he decided that sitting in a field full of sunflowers would be ideal for his newest project, and what would make it more worthwhile and perfect was if you, his girlfriend  were with him to occupy his time and add further enjoyment to his favourite hobby. 

Horrible idea on his part because you’re allergic to flowers, and tall fields of grass would most likely break you out into hives and have you coughing up a lung. Johnny wouldn’t bat an eye though, because despite loving you with all his heart, he had a knack for making fun of you and the simplest inconveniences that occurred within your life. 

He always says you’re over dramatic when it comes to your “spring allergies” and that nothing like some water and the fresh air will clear your mind and nasal passages. 

He’s a dumbass, and he really will be the reason you die one day. 

But Johnny didn’t care, because as long he had you, a bottle of allergy medicine for your sneezing and itching, and his paintbrushes, he was content, even if you spent a great amount of your time in this damn sunflower field teary eyed and stuffy nosed. 

“Johnny, please tell me we can leave soon, I'm itching way more now than I did when i had the chickenpox as a kid,” you whine, rubbing your hands across your bare arms to provide you with any relief as you watched the bees swarm past you in their search for some nectar in the flowers nearby.  

“Mhm,” he whispers, continuing to stroke the paintbrush across the now detailed page, completely oblivious to the words that just left your mouth. 

This always happened. Whenever he took you somewhere new, he’d completely block out the world, yourself included, in order to capture the essence of life whether it be through his camera or canvas. 

Of course there was silence, why wouldn’t there be. Every time Johnny asks you to accompany him anywhere outdoors, you always think you’re going to explore and embrace nature, and every single time you are wrong, because the second you find something beautiful to look at, he sets his small backpack down and busts out either his camera or painting utensils to capture it. 

You’d say it pissed you off at times, but art is his passion, and you’d never do anything to get in the way he feels so alive and free whenever he consumes himself with something as minuscule and simple as a paperclip. He finds the beauty in anything and everything, never ceasing to amaze you with the wonderful creations he illustrates. 

“Johnny,” you say a little louder, unamused with the silence you receive, and the continuous strokes he continues to make on the page. 

You call his name again, and again, and again, and it’s only the third time when you yell out his full name, that he finally drops the brush on his palette and focuses his attention on you. 

“Were you not listening to me?” You question, seriously surprised that out of all the times you’ve called his name, he either completely ignored you or has gone def within his 25 years of life. 

“Oh, I was listening,” he hums, raising his eyebrows whilst providing you with his staple cheeky grin, one he always does when he wants to get on your nerves. 

Always a cocky one that guy, and how you manage to stay dating him truly blows your mind. 

Sighing, you focus your gaze away from the way he picks up his paintbrush again and gently strokes baby blue across the page, looking towards the tall stocks of sunflowers gently breezing in the wind a few feet away from you.

“You’re such a crappy boyfriend,” you chuckle, picking up one of the untouched pastel crayons and examining its fluorescent blue hue.  “You never pay attention to me.” 

“I never pay attention to you, hm?” He asks, causing you to stare back at his now stoic stature, face still focusing on his notebook and nowhere on you, but more contoured and rigid this time.

“Well, you’re speaking to me now yet your attention is never on me, always on whatever you’re painting or drawing,” your tone slightly angered. 

Obviously you were lying. Johnny was the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking in on you and ensuring your day goes smoothly, always hanging out with you when he’d rather be napping or out painting or doing photography, and almost always is down to make out with you whenever the opportunity arises. 

You just like to pull his leg most of the time because it’s funny seeing how riled up he gets when he believes that you think he’d rather focus on his hobbies over having conversations with you. 

“Here,” he signals, shoving his book in your direction, encouraging you to look through the worn out leather book he kept hidden for months, wanting you to see what he has been working on secretly whenever you were together.

Confused, you run your fingers along the enclosed ribbon on the cover of the sketchbook, hesitant to allow yourself in the work he’s immersed himself in for hours whenever the beauty in nature took over his attention span away from you.

Raising his eyebrows, he nods in a manner that demands you open the book. “If I don’t pay any attention to you, look through the book.”

Untying the string , you decide that whatever is in this book isn’t a secret anymore, because it wouldn’t even be in your hands if Johnny didn’t practically throw it at you to shut you and your curiosity up. 

The first few pages are beautiful, really. He has a way with his sketches, always seeming so simple yet so realistic you’d think they were actual pictures edited just to appear more striking to the eye. 

“Nature really is what inspires you hm?,” you ask, more of a rhetorical question because you already know the answer that’ll come from his mouth.

Chuckling, he brings his body closer to yours so his chin is resting on your shoulder, watching as you delicately turn the pages of his book. “Yeah, but there’s something more encapsulating that ends up being my muse, just keeping looking through.”

Golden sunflowers, vibrant pink sunsets, the giant pumpkin you both visited at the fall fair last year, everything you two experienced together when hanging out was documented in this book and reinvented through his drawings or paintings of them. 

And then you saw a sketch of yourself. At first you thought it was cute, because he’d always draw you and all your other friends whenever he got bored. But four pages later all you found were several pages filled with you, ranging from when when he placed different coloured tulips in your hair that one time you went on a walk in the new community garden not far from your favourite ice cream shop, or when you experimented with makeup and put glitter all over your eyebrows. 

Every moment you deemed minuscule and fun was captured so deeply in Johnny’s eyes, that he decided to relive it all again through the many strokes and colours that seamlessly came together to create something so beautiful. 

Your breath was absolutely taken away.

You always thought nature is what captured Johnny’s attention the most, but turns out it’s always been you. 

“I’m. Wait Johnny this is so-,” you begin to say, but your words become jumbled and your emotions a tangled mess, leaving you with tears in your eyes and so much more love for him in your heart than you’d ever had before, all because he drew some pictures of you. 

“Do you like them?” he questions, raising his eyebrows, awaiting your answer of approval, his question only promoting the waterworks to begin and your head to aggressively nod. 

You place the notebook gently on the blanket you two were sitting on, and crawl into his lap, pressing your body closer to his as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

They were absolutely perfect. He was perfect. 

Everything Johnny Suh says and does is absolutely incredible and you’re so incredibly lucky to be dating the cheesiest, most loving goofball the earth has to offer. Even if he’s a giant pain in your ass 97% of the time. 

Pecking his cheek, you stare into his gleaming brown orbs. “I absolutely love them, Mr. Johnny Suh, and I love you a million times more.”

Tightening your arms around his neck, you couldn’t help but embrace this moment for much longer. You don’t care that you’re five seconds away from bursting into hives and that your throat feels like it’s closing up. Holding on to your very sweet, thoughtful boyfriend for as long as you could right in this moment was all that mattered to you. 

“I was joking by the way, I know you care about me alot and pay more attention than most boyfriends would and I appreciate you tremendously.” You could start to feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes, because you honestly don’t know what you’d do without Johnny. 

He was your best friend, and has been such an uplifting, inspiring person ever since he entered your life your freshman year of college, the thought of him not being in your life one day was a scary thought you never wanted to come true. 

“I love you always.”

“I know babe”, he whispered, kissing your cheek and running his fingers delicately through your hair, trying to calm you down as he could sense you were feeling rather overwhelmed. 

“I wouldn’t keep dragging you to places you hated if I knew you didn’t love me,” he exclaimed, bursting out into a loud, body shaking laugh that provided you with the comfort to let your tears go, and laugh in unison with him. 

Lifting you off his lap, Johnny grabs his art supplies and gently places them in his bag, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the dry, matted grass you were both sitting on. 

“Where are you dragging me?” 

“Back to my place.” He winks, quickly pecking your lips before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you into the direction of his car. 

“It wouldn’t be romantic to be making out with my girlfriend that I love very much in a sunflower field if she kept sneezing in my face, wouldn’t it?”

[samwrights]

Aoba Johsai 3rd Years as dads [hc]

Lmao, as if I was gonna stop at Karasuno. I’m a Seijoh hoe through and through 😂😂😂 this ones a little off the rails but it’s my blog and I write what I want. I’ll get to the rest of Seijoh later, maybe, but these turned out way longer than I anticipated.

Slight TW; mentions of miscarriage.

Iwaizumi;

I love this supportive man so much 🥺

I don’t even want kids and I’d let him turn me into a baby factory, idgaf.

Ahem, n e ways.

Low key, he would be freaking out over your guys’ first kid. Didn’t matter that you were in live-in S/O’s, or that you’d been together for y e a r s.

Homie wanted to marry you first, finally get you guys out of your shoddy apartment, maybe spend a few years traveling the world.

He wanted to live the life of a dink, at least for a little while before eventually starting a family with you. Apparently someone’s pullout game weak af.

Despite not being prepared for parenthood, your pregnancy actually goes pretty swimmingly. Iwa would def be the man to come with to all doctors appointments, parenting classes, and would literally call his mom every three seconds freaking out because he has no idea what color to paint the nursery.

“Mom, I can’t just paint it whatever, what if the baby doesn’t like it?” Don’t ask me why, I just know it would be a fact.

Throughout your relationship as teenagers, Iwa was always your hype-man cause he loves flaunting his woman at whatever she chooses to succeed at. Which made Oikawa hella jealous but irrelevant. Now that you guys were going to be a family, it was like falling in love with you all over again and he literally hyped you up everyday with how great of a mom you were going to be.

Endless comments on how beautiful you looked while pregnant, regarding your glow or how he gets so overwhelmed with love knowing that you are having his child. Fucking simp.

If you feel he’s laying it on too thick, you tell him it’s actually Mattsun’s and Iwa is just a cover so you can run off with him and Makki. 0/10, does not appreciate.

The closer you get to your due date, however, all jokes are completely off, and Hajime is in full on protective husband/dad mode. Did I mention y’all still ain’t married or

He does literally everything for you just to make sure you aren’t in too much pain or discomfort. Mfer won’t even let you pick up a laundry basket 💀

“Honey, I’m fine! Please, I can’t sit on the couch all day, there’s going to be a permanent imprint from my ass on it.”

“Baby, why is the couch wet?”

“Huh. Guess my water broke.”

Annnnnnd cue Hajime screaming his head off while proceeding to grab your hospital bag packed with clothes, a spare aux cable, and your toiletries, before rushing out to the car, starting it, and driving to the hospital.

Without you.

With that being his only major faux pas, Iwaizumi welcomes fatherhood with open arms. Sure, y’all didn’t have your house yet and a wedding was going to be difficult to plan (though if you’re down for the courthouse, he was in), and he didn’t have enough saved to buy you a ring that screamed “Mrs. Iwaizumi” to him.

But in the mean time, he could not get enough of his girls. Even little things like feeding your daughter or watching tv with her in his arms with you snuggling up to his side made him the absolute softest boy.

It may not have been his ideal situation in the past, but now all he looked forward to was watching your family continue to grow with a few more hopeful additions.

Oikawa;

Well this is awkward. You and Tooru I mean Oikawa broke up a few months ago. Not that it was a particularly bad break up; definitely more on the mutual side.

You wanted to continue pursuing your dreams and he wanted to carry on being a Pro. (Personally, I picture Oikawa being with a musician of some sort that posts covers of YouTube).

So even though you guys aren’t together anymore, you still keep up with how he’s doing in the pro VB world and he low key still watches your covers on the internet.

Your posting becomes less and less frequent, he notices over the span of a few months until you stop uploading all together. He thinks nothing of it until he gets a notification that you’ve finally uploaded a video. Two. Years. Later.

“Where we’ve been.” He doesn’t miss the collective pronoun before clicking on the video, seeing you standing with your guitarist, the former Nekoma VBC captain, Tetsurou Kuroo, as well as a cute, pudgy baby.

A baby that looked nothing like Kuroo and a whole lot like Oikawa did when he was a baby.

The video talks about your hiatus, as well as how you and your now boyfriend/guitarist were enjoying your life as parents and making music was hard with your little boy, and that the two of you needed to prioritize your son first. you introduce your baby, but the first thing Oikawa discovers is that the age of your baby and the duration of yours and Kuroo’s relationship didn’t add up. Don’t ask me why Oikawa knows how long you’ve been together, he has his resources.

Considering the toddler was two, and you and Kuroo had been together for a year. And the baby didn’t look anything like you OR him

Oikawa is flipping out now, and tries everything in his power to get a hold of you. Which oddly enough, wasn’t that hard considering your number is still the same.

“Did you finally figure it out?” Was all you said to him. He’s so upset that you didn’t tell him—that could have been him. Standing with you. Holding his baby—not bed headed fuck holding HIS son.

After FTing him, you, Oikawa, and Kuroo agreed to set up a meeting with all of you so Oikawa could finally meet his flesh and blood. He’s excited, but man oh man is he salty.

He missed his son’s first steps, first meal, holding him, teaching him how to walk, his first words; he missed ALL of it.

But the bitterness he feels completely goes away when he sees baby Oik’s in person for the first time. He had never, in his entire twenty three years of living, been in love until now. Despite your hesitation, you allow Tooru to hold his child for the entirety of your little meeting, allowing him to make up for lost years.

The three of you agreed on a form of joint custody that allowed Oikawa to have his son while you toured or were busy working, and you would have him while he was out doing his thing.

TL;DR, Oikawa takes the opportunity to make up his lost years spoiling the fuck out of his baby when he can and, oddly enough, the arrangement works out to benefit the both of you.

Ngl, parenthood is hard for him. Not because he doesn’t know how to parent, but rather because he never pictured his first child to come about this way. He would never admit it to anybody, not even Iwa, that knowing he had a child that he was barely a father to left him feeling lonely. That loneliness, however, motivates him to truly be the best dad that can be so that maybe when his son his old enough, he would rather live with him instead of his mom

Ofc, he teaches his offspring how to play volleyball as soon as he’s old enough to learn. But outside of that, Oikawa’s favorite thing to do with his son is little quiet nature walks away from the bustling city to have quality time with him.

Hanamaki;

This chill mfer 💀💀💀 for some reason, I feel like his love language is touch.

Your relationship with him was so simple, even after moving in together in your second year of college, years ago.

Well, it was simple.

As simple as life could be with four demons overrunning your house.

Due to the number of children the two of you had, with all of them being no more than two years apart in age, you became a stay-at-home mom, leaving Makki to provide for the six of you.

Because of your hellions wreaking havoc on you all day, Takahiro always wound down from work with the kids by putting on a movie and even reciting the script in his own voice to keep them entertained. Allowing you to go wind down with a glass of wine while you took a bubble bath.

Your oldest was Makki’s right hand man at the ripe age of 7. He always made sure that, as the big brother, he was looking out for his siblings and being the man of the house to help mommy while he worked.

Makki never raises his voice at the kids. Ever. Period.

If he’s upset with them or they did something they weren’t supposed to, he resolves the issue by picking them up, sitting down on the couch with them in his lap and staring at them. “Why did you draw on the walls with crayon, little man?” He would ask the offending five year old boy in the most calm voice.

“I wanted to paint a pretty picture for you and mommy!”

“And we love it. But next time, dude, if you put it on paper, I can bring those pictures to work so I can show everyone else.” Yeah, he calls his sons dude.

If his youngest and only daughter began crying over anything—Makki was on it like flies on shit. Little princess is not allowed to cry in daddy’s presence. He’s always quick to figure out why she’s crying too and, he learned, it’s mostly just because she wanted attention.

“When did you get so good at this?” You’d tease him.

“We’ve had lots of practice, honey.” 💀💀💀

A lot of the time, he felt really bad because he felt that he just kinda left you with the kids while he worked, and he’d be a little insecure. He thinks you’re tired of him and that you want to leave sometimes.

He thinks you don’t notice when he’s upset but he kinda dumb dumb cause you’ve been together for almost half of your lives, ofc you know when he’s upset.

While he’s laying in bed, nonchalantly scrolling through his phone before falling asleep for the night, you sit at his bedside, giving him the look. “C’mon, Takahiro. I can tell when something’s bothering you.” His lips would purse a little bit before locking his phone and putting it on his night stand, then holding whatever hand of yours that was closest to him with both of his.

“Ya ever just...get tired of our life?” Aksfnrjfl WOW THAT CAME OUT WRONG. This is why he prefers touch, he’s shit with words. “Wait no, that’s not what I meant. D-do, uh...a-are you happy?” Wow he really shit with words. Even if this would be conversation y’all would have at least once a year.

But no matter how many times you told him you loved him, he needed to feel it. Why do you think you ended up pregnant nearly every year? “I’m getting my fucking tubes tied after this, Makki.”

Matsukawa;

This goof would be your partner in crime second to Makki of course.

Half the time people kinda forgot you were dating let alone married because the two of you had always been playful and full of laughter; the only change was PDA was sprinkled in.

Sitting in his lap, little pecks during conversations, burying yourself in his neck or him burying himself in your hair, a hand always on your back or your shoulder.

Homies super subtle touchy.

The biggest reminder was when you’d announced your pregnancy to your friends. While Makki was super excited to be an uncle, Oikawa and Iwa were kinda like “y’all actually have sex??” Like you weren’t fucking married??

But whatever, y’all goofy and in love or w/e and it almost seems that the two of you aren’t taking pregnancy seriously. You totally are, but your friends don’t think so.

Coming up with baby names was Issei’s favorite pastime. But he went super left field with a lot of them, so you unfortunately had to veto them.

Painting and preparing the nursery was also an absolute blast. Because you both wanted the gender to be a surprise, y’all painted the room white on top with a full rainbow on the bottom, complete with gender neutral wall decals.

Honestly, he was so so so excited to be a dad. But mostly, he was just so smitten with you. It wasn’t hard for him to, considering the two of you were best friends long before dating.

He definitely turned your ultrasound pictures into memes that he hung in the babies room. “The last time I got pussy��� captioned under the first ultrasound was his favorite.

You woke up one day in excruciating amounts of pain—like someone was carving out the muscles in your stomach and separating them from the skin from the inside and you knew something was wrong. “Issei, we gotta go to the hospital now!”

“N-now?” All jokes are gone, all laughter void and absent. “Honey, you’re only at the end of the first trime—“

“I know, idiot! We gotta go now!” You’re sobbing while hunching over your stomach, trying to walk but not succeeding in getting very far. Instead, your husband opts to carry you out to the car before zipping on over.

The sudden appointment had taken hours and the both of you felt drained. Well, you actually were. All of the pain you had experienced earlier in the day did not compare to the devastating blow of hearing that you had a miscarriage.

Silence fills every space that the two of you were in but, knowing you as well as he did, Mattsun refused to leave your side. Even if you had to pee.

“Babe, I have to pee.”

“Cool, which bathroom do we wanna use?” He wasn’t making jokes for the sake of being funny, which was the reason you allowed him to sit on the edge of the tub while you handled your business, holding your fingers in loose threads. It’s weird, but this was not a time for either of you to be alone to indulge your demons.

“We’re gonna get through this.” His arms would wrap around you from behind, carefully folding over your once filled womb, with his head resting on top of your own. “Just you and me, babe, against the world.”

“And Makki.”

“And Makki.”

[angelaiswriting]

25 | (JATP) Alex & twin!sister!Nancy

✏️ Pairing (sorta, but not really): Alex & twin!sister!Nancy

✏️ Summary: It’s been twenty-five years, but Nance is still mourning the deaths of her brother and her friends. Life hasn’t exactly been going in the right direction since 1995 — it never has, though, ever since she has memory — but little does she know her daughter Sarah is about to find out that Uncle Alex and Sunset Curve are back as ghosts and playing with an old school friend. (Not requested)

✏️ A/N: Many thanks to @themazeskies for introducing me to this fandom ✌🏻 this story def wouldn’t be here without you. (Thank you for feeding my need for angst!) To the rest of y’all: enjoy! Angie and I sort of created a little universe of events and stuff with these characters, so if you wanna read more, just let me know. 🥰

✏️ Warnings: sad/angst (but also fluff? if you squint?); mentions of death (but that’s the show?); slight hint to a past use of drugs.

✏️ Notes: flashbacks in italics; lyrics in bold and italics.

✏️ Word Count: 6,472

It happens suddenly. One day she’s… normal, one would say — doing her things, carrying on with her life, helping her daughter prepare her things to leave home as soon as high school ends — and the next she’s whole again.

She hasn’t felt that kind of whole in twenty-five years.

Alex used to call it their twin link, back in the day, when putting up with their parents and their falling-out marriage seemed to be the worst thing they had to endure. Lex… 

There’s a treacherous tear running down her cheek and when her brain registers it, it’s almost too late. She feels it on her jaw, threatening to fall down onto the test she’s grading. Her mind almost anticipates what’s about to happen — the tear will dangle from her jaw for a moment, and then it’ll eventually land onto one of the words one of her students wrote, and it will stain it. But her hand is quicker, and it wipes that tear away before it’s too late.

Twenty-five years.

Her throat knots up with the tears she has been trying so hard not to shed. The anniversary of his death is coming up quickly, and with a son off at college and a toxic ex-husband still fighting to spill money out of her, she feels the loneliness and the weight of it all even more. It’s in her limbs when she wakes up, and it stays perched on her shoulders throughout the day, until it’s finally time to go to bed. And to start it all over again.

She’s managed twenty-five years without him, so she reasons that she can manage twenty-five more — it’s not like she has a choice. She promised it, after all, too long ago to even remember when, exactly, but that was one of the things they had both promised each other — that they’d have a happy life; that they’d fight for it, no matter the cost, no matter where they’d be in the world, if together or if apart. Life had spinned the roulette and the ball had landed on apart, but that had been out of their control.

“Mom? Mom, are you listening?”

Sarah’s standing there, fingertips digging into the cushioned back of the couch — her baby girl now at the threshold of adulthood. Time really does fly in hindsight.

“I said I’m taking Lex on a run,” she says, brows furrowing as she lets the dog’s leash dangle in her hold, almost as a way to catch her mother’s attention. “Are you okay? Did Dad call again? Do you want me to call Jake?”

She shakes her head and only then, when her gaze drops to the kitchen table, does she realize she’s been gripping onto the red pen in her left hand with more force than necessary. “I’m okay, just thinking. Don’t be too late, you still have school tomorrow.” And although that’s true, her voice comes out soft and tired, and all of a sudden she knows tears are about to come. “Have fun,” she adds before her daughter can speak.

A pet to Lex’s furry head, and the dog has sprinted into a messy run towards the entrance door.

“You know you can talk to me.” Sarah’s standing in the corridor, but her head is poking into the room, a hand gripping the door frame. It’s a weird sight, albeit not unfamiliar — a boy her age, blonde hair much shorter, a happy smile on his lips, she’s seen that pose a million times in a past life. “If it’s about Uncle Alex…” There’s a long pause as the girl looks for the right words, goes over every possible ending she could come up with, but then settles for none. “You know it,” her daughter nods, and then she’s gone.

Unconsciously, she sits up straighter and strains her ears until she hears the front door open and close. Lex barks twice outside and through the open window of the living room, she can hear her daughter’s chuckle at the dog’s playfulness.

Then everything goes silent again and she’s left with that odd sensation in her soul. It’s nothing she can put her finger on, but it’s… there, and it’s something. Something she had never known she felt until that night, and something she hasn’t felt ever since. It knocks the wind out of her and as the pen falls onto the table, a sob tears its way up her throat.

It feels like home, in a way. It feels like being seventeen again — not the Zac Efron way, but it’s… again, something. Something so utterly absurd that she’s this close to slapping a hand against her forehead, but that hand just ends up clamping down onto her mouth when she feels another sob coming.

She feels the sobs more than she does the tears. They seem to shake her from the inside out — and not just from there, but from her very soul. She tells herself it’s just the anniversary — and everything else in her life going both the wrong and the right way. Her marriage in shambles, and her kids off to college, leaving her with no one but the dog she rescued some five years ago at their spot.

It has to be that. It’s all catching up this year, after all. The twenty-fifth lap around the Sun, bringing back all the memories from that night, both at the Orpheum and then in that alley. Her ex-husband trying to shatter what’s left of her life after leaving her utterly heartbroken one too many times already. Sarah going off to nursing school when the school year ends; and Jake playing his uncle’s instrument with his friends from college.

The house already does feel empty, but right now it’s almost hollow. Hollow and silent, almost expanding to infinity as she tries her best to keep herself under check — and she fails.

“C’mon, you’ve already done this countless times,” but her voice shatters on the last syllable and her lower lip quivers, and for a moment she’s blind even behind her reading glasses. “Just breathe.”

But that just breathe doesn’t hit as well as her brother’s always did, it doesn’t calm her down. She’s left feeling like she’s whole again — and more than that, like she’s part of something bigger, of a two-for-the-price-of-one kind of deal. And as she makes her way upstairs, her knees aren’t the only part of her body trembling.

There’s an old shoebox on the top shelf of her closet. It’s been there ever since the beginning and through all the relocations her family has done since the unlucky day she moved in with Michael at eighteen. It’s a pale red by now, held closed by elastic bands of every color and they’re so many because when the memory of what’s inside makes her feel like she’s starting to crumble apart again, she adds one more in the desperate attempt to keep it sealed, to keep the past inside, hidden away, almost as though by doing so, she can keep every single one of those memories locked away in a dark and recondite corner of her mind.

But not today. Today she knows she has to open it. She feels it in her bones, and probably even deeper than that. And maybe it’s about time — just open the Pandora box and see what happens, or something like that. The tears are already there; she doesn’t see what else could come out of her hidden past that isn’t already there.

Taking the rubber bands off is the hardest part. One by one, it feels like ripping off a brick from the wall she has spent almost three decades building around herself. It’s exhausting and by the time she has reached the last rubber band — the last brick — she has no tears left to shed. But that’s good; it has the taste of liberation, like she’s finally free of a choker she didn’t know she was wearing.

Almost as a joke of fate, a velvety choker necklace is what welcomes her back to the 1990s when she takes the lid off. Black and simple, it used to be her favorite. It was her lucky charm necklace, something she had somehow ended up always wearing when her brother and his group were playing.

But the stack of photographs is still there, right underneath it, and it takes her endless minutes to convince herself to pick them up. She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting cross-legged on the floor for, but probably not as long as she thinks she has.

Her hand trembles when she picks up the first polaroid. And she feels it again, that lump of tears in the back of her throat, and then that sensation of absolute void and loneliness she has felt inside for so long.

The empty stage of the Orpheum would be unrecognizable to anyone that doesn’t know where the photo has been taken. It’s just a place like any other, but she can still feel the electricity in the atmosphere almost as though she was still there, stuck between those four walls like some sort of ghost.

She was laughing, and so was Alex. He had an arm around her shoulders, and she had one around his waist. As absurd as it could sound, to this day she can still smell him — he had a cheap perfume he wore at gigs, one he had treasured dearly, and all because it had been a present from her for their shared birthday. And that night they had been laughing because Reggie had almost tripped down the stage when Bobby had called him over.

The memory crashes over her like a wave. Luke had tried to silence their laughter to snap a good picture — and she’s sure there are better ones in that shoebox — but somehow this in particular is the one that bears the most meaning.

“Guys, please!” She can still hear her friend as clear as day, probably more clearly than she hears her students in class every day. “Can you please…

*

… please stop laughing? I’m tryna take a decent one here!”

“Sorry, bro,” but Alex is still laughing, and she is too, and in the hilarity of the moment, they end up pulling each other closer.

The flash goes off and as Luke flaps the polaroid picture, Alex gives her shoulder a squeeze before eventually turning serious.

“I’m glad you could come, Nance.” And although he’s smiling down at her from the height difference their twin bond hasn’t managed to level out, it’s clear from the look in his eyes that there’s something else lurking underneath the surface. It could be one of the billion things their parents have said — have spat out like venom in their usual style — but she can’t put a finger on one in particular.

“They can say and do whatever they want,” she says as she shakes her head. “You know that, Lex: it’s always been you above anyone else and always will be. I’d choose you in a heartbeat over them. You know I’ll always be front row for you.”

He heaves a sigh and leans his forehead against hers. His nerves are starting to act up — as usual before a performance, before he sits down and starts pouring his heart out on the drums — but she knows he’ll find his calm very soon.

“Just a little longer.” She tries to come off as reassuring, but there’s a pinch of fear — of the unknown, of failing, of having to go back — inside her at the plan they have come up with. “September is right behind the corner, then we’re both eighteen and out of that house for good. They won’t be able to stop either of us.”

“I know, I’m just… impatient.” He looks up when Bobby calls his name — they still have to rehearse their opening song for tonight. “I miss you when I’m not there, and I’m —”

“No need to be worried, Lex.” She pulls him into a side hug and breathes him in. And she doesn’t know it, not yet, but this will be the last time she’ll be able to do it. In her forties, she’ll still remember the way the fabric of his t-shirt felt against her cheek that night — soft and warm, smelling of the perfume she gave him on his last birthday; the way he playfully tugged on her braid, or how that chuckle ringed in the back of his throat. And even the way Reggie flirtingly called her just so that she would turn around. “Now go show them who’s best,” she chuckles, letting her brother go.

Watching them play always gives her a first-time kind of sensation, and there’s no stopping her from dancing around, just feeling the music. Now or Never is one of her favorite songs of theirs, and she just knows they’ll make it big. Landing a gig and playing at the Orpheum isn’t easy, but she’s looking at them — a bunch of seventeen-year olds, and she can’t but smile because they’ll hit the big time soon. Their own concerts, their own tours, no more sneaking around parents to play in a garage — but an actual career, with an actual label, and everything will be good.

And it’s almost exhilarating to know that they’re all willing to take her with them on their journey. It’s not like they’ll ever be able to get rid of Alex’s twin sister, not when they know how much they mean to each other, how important they are to each other as they wait to become of age. It’s the start of something big and she’s there with them, a bunch of kids she’s met almost by accident, and she can’t wait for tonight. The people, the Orpheum…

She jumps around, excited, and there’s nothing else. Not her parents’ venom towards Lex, not the billion and one problems at home, not even volleyball practice at school.

“Nancy!” She looks up when Reggie calls her name over Luke’s singing and when her eyes meet his, she realizes she’s tired of the endless and fruitless flirting and that she’d love to go to the school ball with him. “‘s one’s for you!” he grins, before joining the others in the chorus — Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, But live it like it’s now or never.

She cheers, and even the girl behind her giggles as she cleans one of the tables in preparation for tonight.

The one before her is a sight that would turn into a picture in her mind with time, a photogram that would never fade, would never age. Four friends living their dream — and it’s amazing to know that one of them is the person she cares about the most in the world. She looks at them and even at forty-two, she won’t be able to think back of Bobby with contempt as he stands on that stage.

It feels like finally being a part of something bigger than just herself, even if she’s standing on the sidelines, watching someone else living the dream. She’s there for that; she’s there for them, and she will always be, wherever that’ll take them —

— She doesn’t know that ‘wherever’ is a dirty couch in a back alley. Or an ambulance that will just arrive at its destination too late. Right now it’s the Orpheum first, and then something bigger and better in the future.

When the song is over, she’s the first to clap and whistle in an empty Orpheum Theater, excitement bubbling up inside her, making her blood buzz in her veins.

“You’re the only groopie that matters,” Reggie jokes, pulling her into his side after jumping down the stage. “I’d ask you out on a post-gig burger if it wasn’t for…”

They both turn to glance at her brother and see him climbing down the stairs to the side of the stage to get to them.

“Dream on, Reginald,” he says and she laughs.

“It’s just rehearsals but you guys were killing it up there,” she smiles, intertwining her fingers with her brother’s. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“And that you snuck out just to come and see us,” Bobby adds, a grin shyly stretching on his lips.

“Bold of you to assume she’s not just here for Alex!” Luke picks her up from behind, his arms wrapped tight around her waist as he spins her around.

“Put me down,” she laughs out of breath. “He’s my brother. Of course, he’s the number one reason I’m here,” she jokes.

When he eventually puts her down and they stare at each other chuckling as they catch their breaths, Reggie is the first to speak. “You’re like family to us,” he says, “you make everything else worth it.”

She smiles, through her breathlessness and the skin of her face heating up. “You guys are family for me as well.”

There’s not much silence then, not when the few workers present cheer on the guys, distracting them from the moment. She stands there, smiling softly at the bassist in front of her, and he smiles at her just as warmly.

“For the record,” she whispers, “I would have said yes to that post-gig burger.”

And he smiles, cheeks flushing pink before Luke’s Street dogs? distracts them.

She watches as they all agree — all but Bobby, for he ‘could never hurt an animal,’ as he tries to flirt with the slightly older waitress. Rose. She’s nice, and as Nancy’s found out while the boys were setting their stuff up on stage, she has a group of her own. And just as Rose has made her feel at home while she had sat all alone on one of the stools, Nance steps in to steer the guys away just after Reggie gifts her one of their t-shirts — size beautiful, and she’ll forever remember those two words with a smile on her face even years later.

“I’m sorry, they just don’t know when to stop with the flirting,” she smiles apologetically just before guiding Luke towards the exit door.

“You coming with us?”

“Later,” she nods, turning to face her brother as he’s pulling his jacket on. “I wanna make sure everything’s in order for tonight. This is your big chance, right?”

He nods. “I’ll wait for you.”

And she’ll forever regret ever speaking her next words. “Nah, it’s okay. You go on, I’ll reach you in five, ten at most. Just make sure there’s something left for me.” Twenty-five years later she still hears her own chuckle, still feels her brother’s warm cheek against her perpetually chapped lips as she presses a see-you-later kiss to his skin.

She watches him leave, and answers to his ‘see you later’ with a wave of her hand.

It’s almost unbelievable how cruel things are at times. You’re seventeen, sneaking around your parents, having fun with your brother and his friends, playing the piano for them every once in a while… and then suddenly the wheel of fortune spins again, and something as small and insignificant as a hot dog turns into a major plot point. The wind changes, and suddenly the colors start fading, the music turns fainter and fainter, until there’s nothing but static silence.

When she leaves the building fifteen minutes — and an unexpected call from home — later, all she’s in the mood for are hot dogs and her friends. She doesn’t know where Bobby has gone off to, but she doesn’t pay it much attention as she wraps herself into her hoodie.

The night air isn’t too chilly, but there’s something to it that brings goosebumps to her skin. She’s nauseous, and she doesn’t know whether it’s because she’s just got off the phone with her yelling mother, but she doesn’t care. They’re not going back home tonight anyway — little does she know that she won’t be going home for a completely different reason than just celebrating with her brother and the guys.

The man selling street dogs out of his car greets her with a smile before she walks past him to fix herself a quick dinner. She’ll never understand how they’re yet to catch some disease from the weird food they eat before gigs, but she won’t have much more time to wonder.

“The guys are inside,” he tells her when she hands him the price, and all she can do is thank him with a grin on her lips, her stomach closed into a knot, before making her way to the makeshift dining area.

She stops in the entryway and quickly glances around before she spots them on the couch. Luke and Alex seem to have fallen asleep, but Reggie’s staring back at her and she finds herself blushing.

“Won’t you finish your hot dog?” she asks as she walks up to them, a smile on her face that slowly leaves its place to a frown when the boy doesn’t answer, doesn’t react in any way.

It’s then that the nausea gets stronger, and somehow she’s not in the mood to eat anymore.

“Reg? Cat got your tongue?” She fails at that chuckle and when she’s close enough, she almost crouches forward to shake him by his shoulder. “Prank’s over, your staring is unsettling.”

His head falls backward, against the back of the dirty and tattered couch, and it’s then that her heart starts beating in her temples. She stares at him, frowning, her hot dog still in her right hand.

“Reg?”

Her gaze moves down to his chest and suddenly, the place’s silence becomes deafening. She hears her heartbeat — she feels it everywhere in her body — just as she hears her breathing almost scratch every time she exhales. Her subconscious is quicker at reacting: her hand lets go of her friend’s shoulder all of a sudden, and it truly does feel like the contact burned her palm in a sickening way, but it takes her a full minute for the conscious part of her brain to catch up.

His chest is not heaving.

She gasps, and her hot dog drops down onto Reggie’s knee first and then to the floor.

Frantically, her gaze swipes over Luke and Lex. She’s aware of everything and nothing at once. Her palms turn clammy; her breathing gets deeper, it almost hurts her lungs; and just as her eyes move from Luke to her brother, she knows she’s about to throw up. It’s cold — despite the place being sheltered, despite Lex’s too-big hoodie on her: goosebumps tug painfully at her skin. And when her wandering eyes stop on the person she loves most in the world, her knees threaten to give out and make her trip over Reggie’s extended leg.

“Lex?” but her voice is a whisper. Her chest hurts as she seems to move in slow motion; her head is empty and heavy at the same time and oh my God, please, just —

She doesn’t know how she’s managed to take those three steps to stand in front of her brother, and even twenty-five years later, that still feels like the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.

He seems fine. She looks at him and there’s nothing weird on his face; he’s stained his shirt, but that can be fixed. Reggie could lend him his flannel. Hell, he could wear one of their Sunset Curve t-shirts!

“Lex.”

She doesn’t know she’s falling until her knees crash onto the rough concrete of the floor.

His hand is still warm when she gets a hold of it.

And she can’t move. The nausea almost makes her head spin, and she feels… empty. It starts slowly. It’s a feeling as tiny as a pinhead at first, but it grows quickly, like a black hole that eats and swallows her whole, quicker and quicker the more the momentum picks up.

“C’mon, it’ll be September soon… You have a concert tonight.”

But he doesn’t answer. And the more she stares at him, the more that whisper in the back of her head grows in volume —

— Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. —

— until it echoes in her mind and her ears and —

“An ambulance is coming,” someone says — to her, to the three boys in front of her, she doesn’t know, it doesn’t matter, nothing does. “I’m sorry, if we had realized sooner —”

But she’s already turning her head to the side to throw up.

The strongest memories of that night are the goosebumps, the cold, the nausea. And then that extreme loneliness building up inside her, quickly growing like some kind of alien parasite, rooting her to the spot, freezing her mind in a loop of Lex Lex Lex that just goes on indefinitely.

And then the flashing lights of an ambulance and Bobby calling her name — Nance? Nance? Nan—

*

—nce?”

She whips around so quickly she almost loses her balance on the heels she’s wearing. No one has called her ‘Nance’ in forever, even Michael preferred ‘Nancy’, but coupled with that weird feeling that has been rocking her for a couple of weeks now, it truly does feel like suddenly being back in some familiar place.

It takes her a couple of seconds before her sight zeroes in on the Trevor Wilson.

“Nancy?” The smile on his lips is unsure as he makes his way up to her between rows of clothes. He hasn’t changed since the last time she’s seen him, but at the same time she stares at him like he’s grown ten heads; like her brain can barely comprehend what’s going on. “That really you?” He has colorful clothes in his arms, she notices as her brain struggles to keep on functioning smoothly.

“Hey.”

“It’s been, what? Ten years?” Bobby’s never been good at small talk, and she realizes now that Trevor hasn’t become much better, not even after the decade that has passed since the last time she’s seen him at a teacher-parent meeting. “You look well.”

“Thank you.” Her heart is in her throat — it feels like choking, like gasping for air she can’t get —, and for a moment she forgets all about having a teenage daughter she needs to help find a dress for her school ball.  “You look well, too.” It’s lame, but she can’t even attempt a chit-chat with the only one of them that got away on his legs.

“How have you —” He sighs, and he probably catches up with what she’s thinking — the way her brain has stopped working, the way it must be back into that loop of loss first and drugs later, when they had turned their backs on each other. “How are you?”

“It’s been forty-two years of shit, Bobby,” she sighs. “But the kids make it good. I hope Carrie’s doing well. She was a good pupil.”

“I’m not…” I’m not Bobby, that’s what he’s about to say. I’m not Bobby anymore. I haven’t been Bobby in twenty-five years. Bobby’s dead.

But Bobby isn’t dead, he didn’t share his friends’ fate, so he shuts up. He still remembers the black eye she gave him the very day Trevor Wilson’s first song — Luke’s song — came out, and she reads it right on his face, in the way his expression changes and falls in defeat.

“I’m helping my daughter with her dress now. I should go.” The smile she gives him is tired and tense, and she doesn’t put much effort into coming off as a happy woman for him, not after the bad joke he pulled in the past. “It was good seeing you. I wish you well.”

And with that she turns around, swallows the lump in her throat and for a moment thinks back to Lex. Lex, and the fact that she didn’t get the chance to see him age into the man Bobby’s had the chance to become. To Luke, and the success he would have had with his talent. And then to Reggie, whose open eyes still haunt her to this day — and although she’s grateful for her children, she can’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if she and Reg would have had a chance.

“Mom? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Sarah is standing there, at the entrance of the changing rooms area, and although there’s her usual concerned frown on her face, she truly does look like a princess in that navy dress she didn’t want to try on.

Nancy chuckles — she wouldn’t have thought of those words, but boy, are they spot on! “Just someone I used to know. So, what do you think of that?” she asks, desperately trying to steer the conversation into another direction. “I wasn’t always a mom, I used to have good taste in outfits, too.”

Sarah laughs at her joke and she does, too. And for a moment, a split second, she sees her brother in the way her daughter laughs and looks away for a moment. But that memory is as short and quick as a flash, and she doesn’t have time to think about it for too long.

“Yeah, I know.” She’s almost on the verge of spilling the beans — that she and Jake have gone through her secret box with all her memories, but she catches her tongue just in time. There’s no need to upset her mother, not when she’s been in her head so much these past two weeks. “But I like it, and you could do my hair…”

An hour later, they’re walking back to the car, bags with food and anything Sarah might need for her ball in their hands.

Bobby — Trevor — is there, and Nancy holds his gaze for a few seconds as she walks by. She barely has the time to see Carrie’s head disappear into her father’s car before the door closes with a slam. They stare at each other, but it’s not Nancy and Trevor: it’s a pregnant Nance standing in front of a Bobby whose face is about to meet her left hook. It’s tense and silent, and there’s the same guilt in his eyes that he had back in 1998.

How did things go like that? She’s had twenty-five years to look for an answer to that nagging question, but she’s never found one — not in the three years she’s spent with her feet in two different worlds, and not even after the birth of Jake in ‘98.

“I was over at the Molinas’ to help Carlos with his homework yesterday,” Sarah says as she lays her new dress down onto the back seat of the car. “Did you know Julie’s started playing again?”

Nancy stares at her daughter for a long minute and the longer she stands there, as she finishes putting the groceries in the trunk of the car, the more that soft smile stretches on her lips. “Really?”

Sarah nods. “She apparently has a band of holograms or something now. Carlos doesn’t exactly know how that works, but says they’re cool.”

“Her mother would be so proud.” The engine roars to life and when she turns to check that nothing or nobody is behind them as she puts the car in reverse, she catches her daughter’s questioning expression. “She had a group as well.”

The Sunset Curve demo her kids still listen to starts playing then, and Nancy has to be careful not to jolt the car to a stop — she didn’t remember it still being in the CD player, she thought Jake had brought it to college when he had left after spring break — he has been contemplating making his friends listen to his mom’s friends’ songs for months, but she must have been mistaken.

The silence is heavy, almost tense. It has the weight of a being alive of its own life, pressing down on her shoulders and robbing her of her breath as she leaves the parking lot of the mall and she heads back home. It’s always a pang to the heart, every time the notes start playing and Luke gets ready to sing again. And although it hurts, although the tears are always there, ready to prickle her eyes, it’s a way to keep them alive. Twenty-five years after their deaths, and she’s still childishly hoping that playing their songs will miraculously bring them all back to life.

It’s only when the chorus sings Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, But live it like it’s now or never — the same one Reggie had playfully dedicated to her that night — that Sarah clears her throat. “I didn’t know you knew Mrs Molina well.”

Nancy hums. “We met once, before…”

“Oh.” There’s no need for explanations, nor to wait for her mother to finish that sentence. “I didn’t know.”

“We never had the chance to get close,” she shrugs. “But I’m glad you’re going along well with her kids. How’s Carlos doing?”

Sarah laughs, and it’s in that moment that the sun starts shining again. That weird feeling of slowly-building wholeness filling her cup one drop at a time is still there, and somehow it’s still something she can’t explain — maybe the pieces of an unfinished puzzle going back to their place? or maybe just life finally starting to go in the right direction? — but it doesn’t feel as nagging with her daughter’s laughter ringing in the cabin of the car.

“He’s starting his career as a ghost hunter.”

“A ghost hunter?” A smirk tugs at her lips and it feels good, after years spent trying her hardest to do something that should have always been so natural.

“Yeah, his dad was taking pictures of the house when they were still considering selling it and one came out with three orbs. Carlos thinks it could be his mom with some friends, or just some ghosts in general, and he wanted my help to set his channel up since he knows I helped Jake and the guys with theirs.”

Nancy chuckles, and she feels light again after so long. The last time she’s felt like that was when the divorce papers had finally been finalized, probably. “So, are you? Helping him, I mean?”

“Hell yeah, I am, mom! That kid is the best kid I’ve ever babysat. He’s going through all the old stuff at his place to see if he can find anything that might help him find out whose ghost he’s dealing with.” She smiles brightly — and Nancy can’t help but mirror her expression when she sees it from the corner of her eye at a red light. “I think I’m —”

*

— going to sing for Jake’s band.

It’s a week after that afternoon in the car, and Nance is still thinking about the news Sarah has informed her of a few hours ago. Her daughter has been acting weird for a week now, and although she couldn’t pinpoint the cause at first — Sarah wouldn’t tell her —, she’s now starting to understand. Jake and his friends had a falling out with their singer Peter the day before a possibly important gig at Eats&Beats, the same one Julie and her hologram friends played at, and she’s probably been pondering her brother’s offer.

Still, it somewhat stings, for there have never been secrets between her and her girl. The pride bubbling up inside her is stronger than anything else, though, and she can’t help but smile.

It’s the first time she smiles at what had used to be her and her brother’s secret place at the beach. That alcove used to echo with the sound of their laughter a long time ago, but had quickly turned silent after that night at the Orpheum. It’s just the way things go sometimes, when you can’t make them go the way you want, when life’s outcomes are way out of your control.

It’s peaceful, and for the first time in painfully long years, she truly does feel at peace. It’s a weird, almost stressful feeling for someone who’s never exactly felt at peace in her life, but she’d like to think that this truly is the start of a new and happy chapter in her life.

Lex is with her, with his head resting heavily on her thigh, much like the day she found and rescued him — or, well, the day he found and rescued her. He’s always by her side, and somehow he knows when she needs him the most. It’s not exactly like having her brother with her but it’s… close.

“I wish you were here.” She never talks to her brother out loud, but somehow she feels the need to do just that now. The words leave her lips before she has the chance to stop them, and she finds that it doesn’t hurt as much as she had always thought it would. “The kids are following in on your footsteps more than they are mine.”

And it’s not a bad thing. At all. It’s a relief neither Jake nor Sarah have gone down the path Michael had started to take her along with him. And although Jake behind the drums is still a sight she won’t become fully used to all that quickly — she hasn’t managed to in twenty years —, it’s still comforting in a way. She watches him play with her brother’s only remaining pair of drumsticks and she feels at home.

“I’m so proud of them, and I like to think you’d be, too.” Then, she smiles again. “Sarah asked me if I believe in ghosts the other day. If I think people with unfinished business come back from the afterlife in an attempt to see it through. If I think you’d ever come back, maybe with the guys. And I…”

But her voice fails her. One of her hands comes down to caress Lex’s head while the other plays with a smooth piece of wood she’s found in the sand.

The truth is, she’s spent longer than she’d ever be comfortable admitting with her mind wondering about that same question, bouncing around like a pinball.

She doesn’t know the reason for Sarah’s weird behavior isn’t Jake and his friends asking her to join September Dream. Just as she could never imagine that last week, when Carlos Molina invited her daughter to his sister’s garage party, she saw three guys she’s only ever seen in her mother’s polaroids playing right in front of her like life has never stopped.

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Can you write a continuation of the Tim Drake x demigod reader where he introduced reader to the rest of the family?

a/n: This time it didn’t take years for me to finish this request lmfao! I didn’t write much interaction between the family because they’re so many members of the batfam and I can’t write group settings for the life of me??? but I def had some ideas about Damian and his curiosity towards Reader, anyway, anon! Hope you enjoy!

Meeting the family is inevitable, according to Annabeth after a long and winded rant about having dinner with Tim and his family from your end. 

Granted, you knew most of his brothers and sisters in the Hermes cabin (including his three adopted siblings that he arrived at camp with), but knowing your fellow campers is one thing, getting to know them as the family he was raised with? That’s another matter altogether.

You knew of Dick Grayson, son of Aphrodite; Jason Todd, son of Ares; and Cassandra, daughter of Psyche. How could you not? They are prominent members of Camp Half-Blood. Maybe not like Percy and the rest of your group, but it‘s hard to ignore the adopted children of Bruce Wayne, ally of the gods and demigods (you had Wonder Woman and his adopted children to thank for that). Not only were they good looking, but they excelled in combat from the very moment they stepped foot into camp.  

But you only know them as that—fellow campers. This is you getting to know them... better—intimately. And not to mention getting to finally meet THE Bruce Wayne and the rest of his mortal family members in person! No more second hand stories from Tim, or listening in on the stories his siblings would recount to the curious campers.

Wow. This is definitely out of your comfort zone, isn’t it?

A warm hand wraps around your cold fingers, steadying your shaky limbs.

“Hey,” Tim softly says, squeezing your fingers as another hand cradles your cheek. “They’re going to love you, χρυσή μου.”

My golden one. You practically melt at the softness and love in his voice when he calls you so. A reminder of how much you mean to him, of how much he loves you.

You smile involuntarily and lean into his touch.

You’re not given the chance to return the affection, the double doors of the manor being thrown open followed by a loud raucous of:

“He’s right there!” from Jason, and “Stop being such a dick,” from a tall, beautiful redhead with freckles followed by a lot more noise and bickering from what you assume is the rest of his family members.

You practically recoil, pulse beginning to pick up and fingers slowly beginning to twitch in his hold.

“Babe,” Tim starts, cutting through all the noise and he flashes you a smile, a reassuring one, with a squeeze of your hand. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You nod and try to return the smile, but there’s no denying that his words and touch manage to ground you just a bit further.

“That's enough,” a deep, calm voice interjects, the earlier bickering coming to an abrupt stop as you remind yourself to breathe.

Bruce Wayne is a lot taller than you had imagined him to be—very handsome too. His stare is even more intense than you had expected, sharper and darker than the smolders he’d spare the pictures taken of him prompted or unprompted. And you can’t help the way your mind scans over him, searching and prodding like it usually does--there’s a darkness in this man that you can’t ignore. Burning deep and hot like hellfire. You wonder if it originates from his traumatic childhood, or if the darkness began to grow with the years--with his journey as the masked vigilante.

Tim has his own darkness, and so do his siblings, but Mr. Wayne? It seems to be tenfold. Controlled, sure, but barely hanging on by a thread.

Bruce pulls you out of your momentary awe, his voice somewhat gruff, but still managing to be kind. “Welcome home,” he says, mostly to Tim, but the small lift of his lips in your direction makes you feel welcomed as well. Yes, there’s a darkness in him, but there’s also a kindness that is rarely seen in others. It’s that kindness that you’re sure has raised Tim and his siblings, taught them that unbearable need to help others with no expectations of reciprocation. They’re just... kind to be kind.

Is it that kindness that stops him from bursting?

Tim tugs you along with him up the final steps of the manor where he hugs his adopted father after letting you go momentarily. “Thank you, Bruce.” He turns to you, holding out his hand for you to take and introducing you to him with an air of pride, as if he’s talked about you aside from being his partner to him before. And seeing the expression of familiarity flash behind Bruce’s blue eyes, you know he has.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you offer a bit shyly, unsure of whether to offer him your hand or if to lean in for a hug. You’re not exactly sure what the proper etiquette is to greeting a parent, let alone your boyfriend’s father. You’ve only had the chance to interact with Percy’s mom, and even that is rare. With the rest it’s always been a “hello! Must steal your child for a quest, bye!” Never a proper sit down where you can properly introduce yourself to them. 

Relief fills you when Bruce helps you by offering you his hand, mindful of which hand Tim is holding to keep you steady—emotionally and physically. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Tim and Diana speak highly of you.”

You immediately feel the heat crawl on your skin. What exactly have they said? “Likewise, Mr. Wayne. And I just want to say, on behalf of all my friends, thank you for all that you have done for us at camp. We really appreciate it.”

Tim squeezes your hand when Bruce chuckles lowly and asks for you to drop the formalities, telling you to call him Bruce instead.

Before anyone else can introduce themselves to you or you can take note of who else has followed Bruce and Jason to the door, Jason lets out a loud groan. “Can we hurry this along? We know who she is already and I’m hungry!”

“Jason,” the same redhead from before scolds him, smacking him—quite harshly, might you add—on the arm before extending her hand in your direction. “Barbara Gordon.” Ah! Dick’s ex girlfriend! You’ve heard Tim and Dick mention her a couple of times before. Mostly about how she’s always down Dick’s throat for being too reckless or something, you’re not entirely sure. “I’m so glad you’re finally able to join us for dinner! We’ve been trying to convince Tim to bring you along for a while now!”

You know they have been. Tim has mentioned it before, but at the time, you weren’t exactly ready to be in a crowded room with strangers. You’re still not completely ready, but after a talk with Hazel and Annabeth, you decided you couldn’t put it off for much longer.

As Hazel said, “You love Tim, whether you want to admit it or not. And it’s pretty obvious Tim loves you, too! Making an effort to meet his family would show that to Tim without you having to say those words just yet.”

You squeeze Tim’s hand, hoping she’s right. “I’m sorry.”

She waves her hand, a warm smile on her face. “No, I’m sorry if we all seem a little impatient. I really hope we don’t put you off! We’re all just a little... eager to meet the person that has stolen our Timmy’s heart.”

“Babs!” Tim whines, but it goes ignored by Barbara.

She laughs. “Come on in! The rest of the family is waiting in the den.”

Dinner is chaotic. Not as chaotic as dinner is back at camp, but it’s still pretty chaotic.

The youngest and only biological child of Bruce Wayne, is Damian, a boy with a sharp tongue and a curious thing, eyeing you before quickly looking away with a huff and pretending he hadn’t just been staring at you. Unlike the rest of the family, the darkness in him is a speck compared to theirs, even if he speaks with harsh words and an air of indifference. There’s more of a childish innocence that surrounds him, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s attributed to the rest of his family trying to help him make the most of his childhood. 

You offer him a smile, one you hope doesn’t look strained or unnatural. You really do want to make him feel at ease with you. Make it easier for him to ask questions about you and your lineage like the rest of his family does.

Duke is the funniest of the group, not adopted, but still very much part of the family. He’s motivated, and just as smart as Tim, if their conversation about some riddle and case you briefly heard mentioned on the news is anything to go by. And just like Bruce and the rest of the family, he’s observant, maybe even more so than they are; offering you an out when it all becomes overwhelming by changing conversations or asking you if you need anything. He especially takes a liking to hearing stories of you and your mother, Athena, seemingly realizing that speaking about your mother is a clutch to you.

You can’t help it when you ask, “Are you sure you’re not a son of Athena’s?”

He’s taken aback by your question before laughing jovially. “That’d be so cool if I were, honestly! But nah, I’m just a regular ol’ meta-human.”

Dick snorts, leaning into your space to whisper loudly, as if to tease Duke—and completely ignoring the fact you lean away from him and closer to Tim—“Look at him nonchalantly trying to slip in that he’s not exactly human.”

Tim nudges Dick away from you with the palm of his hand, making his brother chuckle and back away with palms up in surrender. You thank Tim with a small smile which he returns.

Duke rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “How else was I supposed to say it?”

“Not at all,” Barbara adds in with a chirp, passing Cassandra the bowl of fruit that had been placed down by Alfred, their butler, something that you find really weird to say or even think. A butler! So weird.

“You guys are just jealous!”

Dick quirks an eyebrow in his direction. “I’m a child of Aphrodite.”

Jason pauses in his indulgence on seconds to flash him a smirk. “Ares.”

“Psyche,” Cassandra quietly adds as she adds fruit to her plate.

Tim grins. “Hermès.”

Damian glares at him without any heat. “My grandfather is Ra’s Al Ghul; my mother is Thalia Al Ghul; and my father is Batman.” Which is still wild to you. Who would’ve thought. I mean, other than the few conspiracies running around.

Barbara turns to you with an eye roll and you can’t help but laugh under your breath.

“Okay, all right, point taken! No need to flex. Damn.” Duke shakes his head. “A guy can’t even feel special.”

Bruce chuckles lowly. “You are special, Duke.” Duke lifts his head after huffing and beams, the rest of the family following after their father’s sincere words. “All of you are special.”

“But I’m more special, correct, father?”

A fond an exasperated chorus of “Damian!” fills the room.

The manor is quiet at night. Surprisingly enough.

Eleven people under one rooftop and you’re certain you could drop a pin on the floor and it’d resound throughout the manor.

And yet, even in the quiet, you and Tim lay awake in his childhood bedroom, too wired to fall asleep and give into your tiredness; both of you laying on your side and facing each other.

“You’re drained,” you whisper to Tim, brushing his hair falling over his eyes behind his ear.

He hums, closing his eyes as your fingers trail down the back of his ear and to his jaw. “I love my family, but it can be too much when everyone is together.”

You let out a small huff of a laugh, tapping your finger against his chin gently before dropping your hand down next to your face. “It’s not as bad as camp.”

“Maybe,” he agrees absentmindedly. “But at least at camp I can go hide out with you in your cabin or sneak off to the lake.”

”Guess so.”

His lashes flutter as brilliant blue eyes appear once more. “Meeting my family didn’t tire you out?”

You smile, hearing the worry in his voice. “A little. But it was fun meeting them. Loved them.”

“Yeah?” he asks, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Yeah,” you whisper, patting his chest with your palms, his heartbeat a soothing thump against your hand. “Almost as much as I love you.”

His long fingers wrap around your wrist just as it stutters under your hand. “Do you mean it?” He asks breathless, barely heard in the darkness of his room full of wooden book shelves and books you can’t believe he actually read at some point in his life. 

“What?” You ask, watching him as he brings the hand that had been resting on his chest to his lips.

He presses a gentle kiss against your skin, eyes never leaving yours. “That you love me.”

You freeze, eyes moving from the hand he’s kissing to his brilliant blue eyes that don’t seem to ever stop sparkling. Even in the darkness he’s pure light, and you don’t understand how he can shine so brightly when the darkness surrounds him, practically ready to devour him. But you wouldn’t let it. You would never let that darkness take a hold of him. And if it ever did, you’d fight to bring him back, even if it meant going back to Tartarus, you would. “Yes,” you whisper.

His lips curve, smile growing and taking shape as he leans closer. Your hand rests on his cheek as you take him in; as he practically melts under your confession and touch. “I love you too, χρυσή μου.”

[littlemissvincentvega]

Head Cannons First Dates with the Dogs and Eddie

Brown:

* You met him when he approached you at an Indy movie viewing in your town. You were getting Mike and Ike’s and he totally interrupts your transaction with the clerk by asking you your favorite flavors. Although a little annoyed you think he is adorable. You indulge and tell him your favorites and he tells you the entire history of the candy. After the movie he finds you and asks if you want to get a late night snack to discuss the film.

* You both go to a dessert bar around the corner. Although you offer to share a piece of pie, you know to be romantic he rejects the requests and orders his usual brownie with whipped cream.

* He goes on and on about the cinematography and plot.

* You add your own opinions and he is intrigued and fascinated

* You end up talking until closing.

* He walks you back to your car and offers to follow you home to make sure you get In safely.

* You decline although you didn’t think it was weird.

* He calls you the next day to chat and ask you out again

Mr. Pink

* you meet Mr. Pink in the wine shop in your neighborhood. He saw you before you noticed him. He kinda followed you around the store but tries to not make himself seem obvious or weird.

* You pick up a bottle of red to inspect. He peers over your shoulder “that one is kinda overpriced for what you get. If you’re looking for a full bodied red I would recommend this one.” As he hands you another bottle of red wine.

* You thank him with a smile. He barely gets the words out “you’re welcome”. He of course scurries away to check out the alcohol accessories.

* After you check out he is super nervous but trying to keep it together. “ hey I don’t normally do this but I would regret this for years if I didnt, but I was wondering if maybe I can take you out sometime.” Of course you say yes because he is super adorable.

* The day of the date you’re low key super excited. The appointment you had before your date canceled so you could meet earlier. You call him to see if he wanted to get together an hour earlier but when you call he assumes youre cancelling. “Oh I figured this would happen, really don’t feel bad... oh earlier?? Yeah sure. I’m free.”

* He takes you to a low key jazz lounge. You are wearing a tight fitting black slip dress. When he sees you his eyes get big and his jaw drops. “ wow you look incredible” he says as he greets you. You lean to kiss his cheek.

* Although he is trying his best to stay calm ans confident, he def is having a hard time staying focused on the music. Halfway through the evening you reach for his hand and ask if he wants to dance, the band is playing “In a Sentimental Mood”.

* He is super embarrassed about his dance moves so he groans and reluctantly gets up.

* You slow dance and put your head on his chest, his heart is racing!!!!

* He suggest going back to his house for more wine and to show off his record collection.

* You listen to a few records, totally impressed by the wine and music. Since you are both a little tipsy, you take an Uber home.

* He walks you to the car and you give him a soft kiss on the lips. Of course when you pull away his eyes are still closed and almost like he is in a trance.

* He text you good night and he hopes to see you again soon.

Mr. White:

* You meet white at a mutual friends birthday party in their backyard. You’re helping to bring out drinks and you catch him looking at you from across the yard. He is looking a little too long so you smile and give him your innocent big doe eyes.

* Throughout the afternoon you steal glances at each other. But never actually speaking. You of course are tucking your hair behind your ears and flirting from a distance.

* When the party is winding down and you’re bringing a few glasses inside, he saunters in a few feet after you. Causal but determined.

* “Can I help you with anything?” You turn around slowly and smile. “No, I’m practically done. Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask in a very seductive tone as you take a few steps toward him. Larry raises his brows and looks around. “ well since you’re offering... Could you explain to me who decides to have a garden party on the hottest day of the year?” You both laugh and gaze at each other. “I’m Larry.” “I’m y/n” Larry says “I’m about to head out but I would love to spend more time with you and get to know you. Would I be able to give you my information?” You smile and take his number.

* You wait a few days before you call him. When he answers he tries to hide his excitement when he finds out it’s you. “Oh hey Y/N I didn’t think you would call. It’s good to hear from you.” During your conversation he finds out you’ve never been to a baseball game.

* Of course your first date is to a brewers v dodgers game. He buys everything and is shocked to find out you’re a vegan. He finds a stand that has vegan options and buys whatever you want. Larry spends the game explaining the rules in a patient and calm way. He finds little ways to touch your hand and makes jokes to make you laugh. He asks questions about you throughout the game truly wanting to know more about you.

* At the 7th inning stretch he puts his arm around your waist to pull you closer as you watch the highlight reel. He tells you that he is having a really great time. You are as well.

* You of course buy a dodgers hat, Larry refuses to make the purchase since he is a Brewers fan.

* At the end of the game you walk around the stadium a bit laughing and talking before getting kicked out. Larry drives you home. He drives a classic muscle car (duh).

* He opens the door for you and let’s you out. He grabs your hands and pulls you into him as he leans against the hood of his car. His muscles are very defined through his shirt. He holds your hips into him as you both continue to talk for a few mins.

* Your eyes lock and you lean into him and make out passionately. LArry walks you to your door, holding hands slowly walking to the door . He kisses you again and is respectful to not ask to come in although you would have said yes.

* When you’re done getting ready for bed you call him to make sure he got in safely, “y/n I was just about to pick up the phone to call you, tonight was wonderful. I’d love to take out again.” You agree and make a baseball reference. “Aw sexy, smart, and a fast learner... I need to be careful. Sweetheart I would love to see you sometime this week. Let me know when you’re free.” Your heart melts and you set up a time.

Mr Orange.

* you know he pretends to be cocky AF and it kind of turned you off at first.

* You meet him through Holloway who is dating your best friend. Holloway promises he is a nice guy and a great cop. Evidently he has seen photos of you on social media and practically begged for an introduction.

* Holloway has a viewing party for a high profile boxing match, of course he invites you (even though you don’t care about the sports), Orange, a few cops from the precinct, and other friends.

* Holloway introduces you to Orange. Orange tries to play it super cool to the point where he comes off as nonchalant, uninterested and arrogant. The moment you shack his hand he says nice to meet you and walks away to a fellow officer across the room. You look at Holloway and look at orange who is involved in a completely different conversation now, like “what was that?” Throughout the rounds Orange is cheering and jeering on and taunting the guys during the under card, not paying attention to you at all. Holloway pulls him aside before the headliner, and asks him why he isnt making an attempt to talk to you. Orange says “man she is way too hot and way out of my league. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not going to embarrass myself.” Holloway encourages him to at least to make small talk. Orange walks over to you with his hands in his jean pockets all shy. He asks if you’re enjoying the match and you lie and say yes. Of course you’re in the kitchen with the women laughing and not paying attention. Holloway enters the kitchen and joins his GF by you and orange to help lighten the mood. Orange is obviously out of his element. The final match is announced and you offer to watch it with him. During the Main card you sit next to him. He is too nervous to taunt anyone and sits quietly. A cop that Orange works with says “hey y/n needs to come around more often, I have never heard Freddy this quiet before.” Everyone erupts in laughter but Freddy turns beet red.

* Everyone leaves and Freddy Irish good byes without getting your information.

* Holloway’s girlfriend has to be the one to give you freddys number. You reluctantly call because why didn’t he at least say bye... and he picks up after the first ring.

* You meet him at the modern art museum, there is an exhibit on comics and anime. Freddy opens up and tells you all about the artwork and his love for comics.

* Half way through Freddy has to go to the bathroom. As he washes his hands he reminds himself he is super cool and he is the Barretta. He convinces himself you like him and you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.

* At the end of the exhibit Freddy is nervously chatting about how he didn’t expect you to come and how stoked he was, while he is rambling you kiss him to shut him up. He is stunned 😍.

* When you get home, Freddy immediately calls you. Some classicSpeed Racer movie is on to put on a movie channel and he thinks you’d like it. You get into jammies and stay on the phone and watch it with him. He is super excited as you both watch the movie over the phone ans chat.

* When you start getting tired, Freddy asks if you want to grab coffee in the morning before you start your day. You of course say yes.

Nice Guy Eddie.

* you meet Eddie at a dive bar after work while you’re getting drinks with coworkers.

* Eddie asks if you want to play pool. You say you don’t really play often but sure. He teaches you the basics and then challenges you to a match, “if you win Your next round is on me.” You ask what if he wins since that’s more likely... “ you have to let me take you out this Friday.” He says with a grin. “It’s a win win.” While playing you ask for extra help with Eddie standing behind you pressed against you with his hands on yours directing you softly on how to shoot the pool stick . Eddie wins the match and still buys you your next round.

* On Friday Eddie picks you up and let’s you pick the music. He takes you to a very nice Italian restaurant with white table clothes and candle lights. He hold your hand across the table and speaks low and softly to you. You’re literally melting.

* You can tell he is a big deal the way he carries himself and the way the staff responds to him.

* After dinner you hold hands walking around the busy neighborhood. Eddie stops you in front of a lit fountain and cups our cheeks in his hands. He kisses you softly on the lips. Eyes closed still smile and you gaze into his eyes. He kisses you again as you melt into him.

* Eddie takes you back home and you proceed to make out with him playing Sinatra and candles offering the only light

* Before things get too far you tell him he should go. He doesn’t Protest but is obviously a little disappointed. He is the type that gets everything he wants so you have to hold back some.

* He calls you a few days later. He would have called sooner but he got busy with a job.

* You suggest your next date be he takes you around to places that are significant to him from his childhood.

Mr Blonde

* soooo smooth.

* You don’t even remember when you first saw blonde, you just saw each other often enough at random places that he decided to speak to you. This time it was at a gas station... yes random as hell. You’re pumping your gas watching the meter ans you hear a voice come behind you “Hey are you stalking me?” He asks you in a smooth raspy tone, eyes squinted a bit but he was obviously joking. “Hmm I could ask you the same thing. I swear I see you everywhere.” He chuckles ans scratches his thumb nail above his eyebrow lowering his head looking up at you “everywhere huh?” Obviously implying something sexual. You roll your eyes but you unintentionally blush because well guilty. “Well what’s your name? I want to finally be able to tell my friends WHO this beautiful woman is I’m always running into.” You are literally struck, “I’m Y/N” you say almost in a dream like trance. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Victor Vega. I’m hoping the next time I see you it’s a little more planned.” Information is exchanged.

* Vic calls you the next day and asks if you have plans for dinner. You of course don’t.

* You drive over to vics and he is fixing his old school truck in the driveway. When you pull up he glances up and wipes his hands with his handy rag. He Is wearing a white tee shirt and dark blue jeans. He walks down to your car and greets you. He leads you inside and says he needs to get changed. He gets changed quickly and you are off. He drives down the Pacific highway along the coast. The sun is setting and the air is warm. You finally get to this little Mexican restaurant on the side of the road overlooking the ocean. The owner and his wife run the place. You’re led to a table for two outside.

* Vic is peering into your eyes and entranced by your conversation.

* You finally order and eat.

* After you eat the couple bring out a few shots of tequila and sit with you both. You all laugh ans chat and drink like you have all known each other for years.

* You hug the couple, a little tipsy but still coherent. Vic is able to drive no problem.

* As you drive up the coast back home, Vic has his hand on your thigh while he is driving. You lean closer into him and his hand gets higher

* When you get back to his house you are so revved up going home is not an option. You and Vic start kissing from the door and he leads you towards his bedroom.

* You end up spending the night and wearing his t-shirt to bed. The next day you bashfully get ready to go home as Vic is waking up. “Hey you’re not leaving already are you? At least let me make you coffee.” Vic goes to the kitchen and starts the coffee maker shirtless ans only wearing pajama bottoms. You end up staying at his house until the late afternoon. He has to get ready for a job and you need to get home to your own house.

* He calls you the next day and he tells you he already knows you’re something else. From then on you’re practically inseparable.

ok first of all i am SO sorry this took me forever to read and post but OMGGGGG I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! mr brown’s one has such a true romance vibe, also him telling y/n the entire history of the candy you’re buying is so accurate i can fully imagine that 😹😹

and the last part of eddie’s! like going around places from his childhood, i’ve never thought about that before but that’s so sweet and on point :’) i wonder what kind of places that might be? seriously though this is so great and i hope you’re doing amazing 🥰🥰 thank u so much!!!

[springday-aus]

Gardener!AU with Sanha

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Group: ASTRO 

Member: Yoon Sanha

Genre: fluff, romance

part of the Odd Summer Jobs!AU ⇸ introduction of the Summer Boys!

check out the others on the au masterlist! 

Type: Butllerpoint AU 

Word Count: approx. 1.7k

I know, I know... a guy who can’t handle bugs does gardening?

highkey that’s the only downside of this job

the amount of wasps he’s had to wave off is…. many

one time he saw a bug in his garden in process and…….. let’s just say that Mark def lost some hearing bc Sanha kept screaming in the car bc he was afraid of having the bug follow him into the car

it was a whole thing

anyways

Sanha’s jobs includes two things: decorating gardens and cleaning them up

like some people hire him to make their garden prettier than it originally was

and others hire him to clean them up

there’s this one lady who hires him to just do the weeding in her garden

tbh it isn’t too hard of a job

it’s really just bc some people are too lazy to do it

and the other people like to garden with other people

overall, he actually really likes it tho

primarily bc most of the time, the customers leave him alone and, on top of that, he also gets free drinks

there’s also the personal satisfaction whenever his flowers blossom

But then there’s the sadness whenever he sees that they’re dead

Kaunlin: “are you crying?”

Sanha: “thEY’RE DEAD OF COURSE I’M CRYING”

Chan: “just leave him alone, he needs a moment”

Jisung: “it’s more than just a moment that he needs”

Mingi: “ I mean, he’s not wrong…”

omg there was this one time that he worked on this garden for like three days and he was so happy with the result and then learned the hard way that he should plant seeds that are very low-maintenance

altho there are a couple of people he knows he can trust

it’s primarily the older folks who are just at home and don’t want to learn knitting

speaking of which

they find him super cute bc he’s just a tall, overgrown puppy who likes to run into a field of flowers

and he kind of is

bc he would def do that

whenever he helps Minhyuk with his dogs, Minhyuk just thinks it’s another dog he’s walking lmao

even tho Sanha told him that he was looking for inspiration

…. he just ends up in running in the fields anyways lol

anyways

back to the actual gardens themselves

they’re not really gardens bc it’s more of little areas that aren’t grass

he doesn’t limit it to just flowers and caring for them

this one time, someone wanted to start a vegetable garden and it turned out super cute

bc he helped them out, he gets free tomatoes now (whenever they’re in season obviously)

and he always shares them with the other Summer Boys bc he def gets too much sometimes

(there’s also another couple who gives him free cucumbers and he gets so many stink-eyes from Seungkwan and Chan and he ignores it but yeah)

he also does bushes—specializes the most in rose bushes

one time, him and this cooky, old, neighborhood lady wanted to try that thing from Alice in Wonderland

so he spent like five hours with her, painting the white roses red

a complete waste of time but it was so much fun

they had a bonding experience

on the other hand….

they kind of looked insane from an outsider’s perspective

Mark, from inside his car: “I was told to come here around 1…. should I just… leave him here?”

Chenle: “nah, we should stay and see where this goes”

Mark: ….. “I should really start charging y’all for these free rides”

Jisung: “shush”

moving on

he’s also part of this gardening club for his neighborhood

and it’s super adorable

bc half of it is where he gets most of his customers

the other half is mainly just the old ladies who call him cute

remember how I said there’s only a couple of people he trusts with his pretty gardens?

yeah, those are the only ones he trusts

so, this club is also important bc this is how he got to meet you

you were bored this summer and thought about picking up a hobby

there were flyers for a gardening club and you thought, why the hell not

when you came, there was definitely less people than you thought

and they were definitely older than you’d thought

but it was still fun

so you just kept coming

everyone was super nice to you too

you were having a good time

they meet like once a week so it’s not like you couldn’t make the time

(plus you were highkey satisfied with your flower arrangement—and it was actually really fun)

meanwhile the elders were like: “Sanha, look, it’s someone closer to your age”

Sanha: minding his business and watering his flowers

Sanha: “hm?”

“talk to them, you’re garden neighbors :)”

Sanha: ….. “okay”

with a bit of a push from the others, he slowly approached you while you were watering your side in the garden

Sanha: “hey”

You: “hi”

Sanha: topic of conversation, find a topic of conversation

Sanha: “I like those hibiscus flowers”

You: “thank you, it took a bit of time, but they turned out good”

Sanha: “yeah, they did”

Sanha: “they’re very low maintenance and they turn out beautiful”

You: “it’s literally the only reason I picked these seeds”

you two get to bond

and leave with a new number in your phones

you two get closer and closer with each week and each text

it’s cute

the elders were eating that shit up

some of your club pictures is just you two in the garden

with the sunshine and butterflies and dandelion leaves blowing in the wind

it was incredibly photogenic for a bunch of people in their mid-40s to 80s

anyways, it’s a beautiful friendship

so what changes?

there’s an exhibition at the botanical gardens and, the club makes plans to meet up to go to it

when you all meet up, you initially go off together

but since each section of the garden is so huge, you end up breaking up into groups and pairs and such

you and Sanha were under this gazebo in the Japanese Gardens section on a little bench that faces out on the mini sized river

the both of you were so caught up in the conversation, you didn’t even realize when your hands were laced together

it started from knee nudges to elbow bumps and then…. hands

the other club members definitely noticed but no one said anything to preserve the *possibly* rare moment of the two of you

you can count on the fact that they took a photo of that too

(they sent you copies like a week later btw)

you were both enjoying the silence for a bit

and Sanha is lowkey staring at your profile

you look so peaceful

he smiles to himself, a bit lost in thought

his concentration breaks once you start giggling

Sanha: “what… what’s so funny?”

you can’t look at him, instead you keep laughing to yourself and, you’re worried you kind of look like a maniac but

whatever

You: “nothing, nevermind”

Sanha: “no, tell me”

You: “okay, okay, but give me a second”

you clear your throat a bit, before trying to look at him again

You: “sorry, this is kind of hard”

Sanha: “don’t overthink it, it’s just me”

You: “it’s because it’s you though”

Sanha: “what do you mean?”

You: “I like you……”

his eyes widen from the confession

You: “you know, just a lily bit”

and then they close at your bad joke

despite the cringeyness of your words

he can’t hide his smile

Sanha: “that’s a shame because I like you very mulch”

when you get back to the group, you’re holding hands and the blush on your cheeks are very evident

“YES IT FINALLY HAPPENED”

“omg, Susan, calm down”

so, other than the time you two spend at the club, you both also spend most of your time together at the park

it’s nice and calming

and it’s super cute to see Sanha in his element

Minhyuk goes with you two sometimes

only sometimes

bc being the third wheel isn’t fun

hence why he brings dogs with him

but, no he’s glad his friend found someone who makes him happy

and lowkey he wanted to meet you to report back to the other Summer Boys that Sanha was in good hands

yo, when you met with the other Summer Boys

you could understand why they were so popular in their neighborhoods

they’re all so fun in their own ways

(Mark extended his rides for you too bc he’s such a sweetheart)

anyways

other notes

Sanha can’t kill the bugs

so that’s your responsibility now, whether or not you’re okay with that

if you are, you lowkey use tease him after killing or catching the bug

Sanha: “stOP HOLDING IT SO CLOSE”

You: “it’s a bug, not a disease”

Sanha: “say that to the plague”

if you aren’t okay with getting rid of the bugs….. then be okay with it bc Sanha’s not doing it

Sanha: holding the flyswatter in one hand and bug spray in the other

Sanha: “you get it”

You: “nO you get it!”

Sanha: “nO”

You: “I’m not doing it!”

Sanha: “well, neither am I!”

The Bee: 👁️👄👁️

anyways

Sanha asks you to accompany him whenever he has to work on a couple of gardens

he likes your input

remember that rose bush thing?

he showed you it

and the lady he did it with? she invited you both in for tea

it was really fun

(she makes really good cookies)

but stuff like that occurred more often with you around

not exactly planting flowers, but more fun and creative ideas

you even recommended for him to do those fancy lights in the wintertime for extra money over break

(which he is totally going to do now)

it’s because of stuff like this that he trusts your ideas

it’s a good dynamic

You: “hey Sanha”

Sanha: “what?”

You: “I needed somebudy like you”

Sanha:

You:

Sanha: “I thought we agreed no more flower puns”

You: “you like themmmmm”

Sanha: “I don’t know about that but I know I like you ;)” 

You: … “shutup”