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fuel to the squea hype train becuz ur cc and sims posts are so so good and so inspiring i love #1 sillyboy (affectionate) corn and all ur characters feel so fun and fleshed out it i love seeing them all 💞 u really made me rethink how i play the sims and its has been so much more fun hehe

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[just-a-creep-babe]

I am craving soft Candy Pop.

Maybe him baking care of his S/O that's sick. (Though he's bad at it and asks the other Creeps how to help) 👀👀

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You grip the sheets tighter between ice-cold fingertips and close your eyes

Everything hurts

You’re miserable

You’re just on the brink of feeling sorry for yourself when a sharply clawed finger pokes at your cheek

You groan

“(Y/n)?”

His voice is uncertain, questioning—something rare for the blue-haired demon

“Mmh...” you sigh in response

A frown flashes over his usually brightly animated features

“Are you... dying?” he hesitates

“...”

You push your face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound you make because you feel bad for laughing at him

But he still hears your weak giggles despite your best efforts to cover it, and it has him making that annoyed sound he makes whenever he’s, well, annoyed

“I-I’m sorry, Pop, I don’t mean to laugh at you,” you apologize, still chuckling. “I’m just a bit sick, that’s all. I’m not dying. I’ll probably get better in a few days, really”

He tilts his head, the bells at the ends of his hair jingling slightly

“Sick? Have you been cursed? Poisoned? Did someone do this to you?”

Magenta eyes widen in worry

You don’t bother hiding you chuckle this time—except it’s cut short by a cough raking it’s way through your chest

“No, s’nothing like that,” you eventually answer after your coughing fit. “It’s a human thing, it happens”

You don’t quite have the energy to explain basic human biology to him, so you hope that your brief simplification is enough to satiate his curiosity

But judging by the look on his face, it, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to be enough

His frown deepens

“So you’re just stuck like this?”

“Mhm”

“And it’ll just go away on its own in a few days?”

“Mhm”

“But you’re not going to die?”

“Nope”

He pauses for a moment, thinking

You appreciate how pretty he looks when he’s lost in thought out of concern for your well-being

“…Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

The question admittedly catches you off guard

As sweet of a lover as Candy Pop is (no pun intended), he isn’t always the best with being attentive to your needs

To put it bluntly, he could act like a spoiled brat at times

You still love him despite that, of course, but it’s rare that his attention is so adamantly focused on you instead of himself

“Mmh...” you hum, considering his offer. “I dunno. I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep. My head hurts and I feel a little nauseous, but I’m not sure there’s anything you can do about any of that...”

Though you didn’t know whether or not it was possible, his frown deepens even further

“What do humans usually do when you get sick? Surely, you have some kind of remedies available”

He prods at your cheek again, as if his knife-like fingertips could poke some health and vitality back into you

“Uhm... we have soup”

He pauses

“...Soup?”

A smile quirks at your lips

“Mhm, soup”

You have to stifle your weak laughter again at the sight of the puzzled look on his face

“Well... if that’s what you need, then I’ll go bring some. You better not move until I get back, my sweet~”

You shake your head, nuzzling deeper into your sheets, trying to find some semblance of warmth and comfort in your sickly state

“Don’t worry, I won’t, Pop. I’ll be right here when you get back,” you promise

You watch him head out the room, listening to the jingling of his bells get fainter and fainter as he leaves

You wait a few minutes, then a few more minutes, and a few minutes more

What feels like at least a good half hour passes, and your clown lover still shows no sign of returning

You wonder if he really decided to make a soup from scratch instead of just heating up one of the pre-made cans you no doubt have in the pantry

The thought of him trying to cook for you is simultaneously very amusing and very worrisome

Still, he told you not to move, and it’s not like you have the energy to do so anyways, so you stay nice and snug in bed

Your eyelids eventually grow heavy and you begin teetering along the edge of unconsciousness

Right as you’re on the cusp of falling asleep, welcoming a sweet respite from your cold, you hear the jingling of bells as he returns

“Soup!”

You’re jolted awake from your half-asleep state, and as soon as you look up, a warm bowl of... something is thrusted into your lap

“Oh”

Looking down at the contents in the bowl, you suddenly decide that maybe soup was, after all, a bad thing to put him in charge of

“Pop, I, ah...” you hesitantly trail off

You glance up at his hopeful grin, then back down at the questionable... food? he placed onto your lap

“I’m uh… I’m not entirely certain this... soup is edible. For humans, I mean”

He blinks

“Why not? It has all the essentials—syrup, milk, coco powder, sugar and a hint of nutmeg for that spicy flavor”

You stomach flips

So that’s what those brown clumps are

“Uhm... soup isn’t... it’s not supposed to be sweet, usually. And those ingredients combined definitely don’t make a meal. I was thinking something more along the lines of vegetables and a good broth, and maybe some kind of meat like chicken or something, you know?”

He blinks again

You move the bowl to your nightstand

And just as you’re about to open your mouth to speak, another cough grates up your throat

You feel dizzy and nauseous, and the pain has you forgetting what you wanted to say

So instead, you let yourself sink back into your sheets, groaning through the soreness rolling through your stiff muscles

“(Y/n)?”

Concern laces his features as he mutters your name

He seems to want to reach out to touch you, but at the same time, he looks too scared of hurting you to go through with it

You offer a small smile through your discomfort

“M’fine. Don’t worry, it’s ok”

He nervously chews on his bottom lip

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him so openly afraid like this

His concern warms your heart

“Ok, ok. Stay here, I promise I’ll be back and I’ll make things better”

He’s spinning on his heels and heading back out your bedroom door before you can muster the strength to call out to him

It isn’t long for him to return the second time around

After only a few minutes, he returns with another bowl in his hands, a large grin on his face, and E.J. trailing in behind him

You breathe a sigh of relief when Candy Pop places the bowl on your lap and the contents inside look edible

Hell, it even smells good

“We had some leftovers, so I helped him reheat them,” Jack explains. “How long have you been sick?”

You shrug, picking up the spoon and tasting the broth

It’s delicious, and your appetite immediately roars to life in response

“A day or two maybe?” you answer after swallowing, “I think it’s just a cold”

“Just a cold?” Candy Pop interjects. “They haven’t even been able to get out of bed. This is much more serious than they’re letting on!”

Jack ignores his worried outburst, and address you again

“Have you been throwing up? Feeling feverish? Any heart palpitations?”

“I might’ve been a bit feverish earlier, but not much. That’s about it”

He nods, then turns to finally speak to Pop

“If you get worried for them, you can come get me. But if they tell you they’re fine, there’s probably no need to worry”

He gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he turns to take his leave

“If you want to be helpful, you can cuddle up with them. It’s not like you can get sick too, so you’ll be fine. And I’m sure they’d appreciate it”

“Thanks, Jack,” you call out to him as he leaves

He waves his hand in a “don’t mention it” motion, and you’re left alone with your boyfriend in your room

Candy Pop looks down at you, still frowning

You scoot over to one side of the bed, patting at the empty space next to you

He gets in, wrapping his arms around your form as you curl up on his chest, welcoming his solid warmth

A quiet moment passes before he tentatively breaks the silence

“...You promise you won’t die?”

You chuckle

“Yeah, Pop, I promise”

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

7.

Frowning at Mel “stop messing around, if you’re going to plan on being an active auntie in my baby’ life I don’t want games” Mel likes to massage coco butter on my stomach, which I don’t mid because then it saves me from doing it and I can just relax but she is taking forever and is playing around by drawing things on my stomach, stifling out a yawn as I rested my head back on the pillow “I swear to god Melissa!” I shouted “you got me shouting now, stop it” Mel just laughed at me, she is laughing, and I am annoyed “I can’t believe how amazing the scan pictures came out now, it’s creepy but cute. I cried when she said the baby finger is in its mouth, like” reaching to my side table “look at it, literally has my forehead” looking at my scan picture “chile, forehead for days. Chris has a receding fucking hairline and your hairline is no different, the baby has no choice but to have a big forehead and hairline starting from the back” my mouth fell open “oopss, sorry” she isn’t wrong but still “I hate you, I would kick you but you are being helpful” smiling at my scan picture, this just makes me so happy. Like this is my baby right now in my stomach just relaxing, I am fucking mind blown by how I am bringing life to the world. We spoke on so much, the difficulties that could happen but I am going all natural, I don’t want nobody cutting into me unless it is at a point where I could die but I am all for the natural thing “yeah, I heard your mom saying that you are going natural? I mean I am not the person to say anything but isn’t it better just cutting and then out it comes?” placing the scan picture on my chest “I think not, unless I could die or my baby could die then I will back down but I want to go through it normally, I don’t want to be lazy and just lay there. I am like every other woman; I don’t care what anyone says. I said it to Doctor Wen, she explained the reason why they would cut me open if they needed but she is happy for me to do natural and I agreed on the reasons why, but I think a lot of famous women just do the easier option to not change anything and to make it as perfect as possible, I am not for that. If that baby is stretching my pussy then so be it. My only baby anyways” Mel pulled a face as she shuffled away and sat on the bed “I would rather be cut open, I am lazy like that” shaking my head at Mel “get pregnant, we can have baby play dates” poking my bottom lip out “no way sis, your baby is my baby too. Just you go through the pain” Mel cackled; she is not shit.

I have the biggest clothes I can wear right now; I am leaving the home after all these weeks and I am feeling nervous about it all “are we all ready?” walking out of my room, popping my scan picture in my bag “we are, so we are going straight to the hanger. I have arranged it, I know they like doing spot checks but not today, I mean we can’t have you getting searched with the baby bump. No spot check, I have arranged it that we are arriving” Jen pointed at me as she walked over to me “good, I am glad. I think I would be devastated if that were to happen, I do not need that right now. So, we have J. Cole and Kendrick performing at the ball, exciting right? All I had to do was text them, they both said yes. I am just so nervous; I feel sick now all over again but let’s go” Rich is staring at me “what?” I said to him “just weird to see you like this, I have been working with you for years” pulling a face at him “do I look pregnant? Am I fat to you?” Rich’ face dropped “no uh, I am not saying that just that you look well” side eyeing him “your cheeks are fuller sis” hitting Ja’ shoulder as I walked out of the house.

I am so excited to see what Dennis has done, he has been working hard on this. He wants me to be happy about it but I am, I am just feeling hormonal about things. I had to make the pilot and flight attendant sign a NDA because I want to be free on my jet and not hiding, also I needed the bed to be made and laying down will expose what I am hiding behind this huge thing “if you complain about this now I will just quit” Dennis placed his MacBook in front of me “I didn’t complain, I just stated that my voice didn’t sound right” Dennis rolled his eyes “just please, watch it. Pretend you’re a fan, you get the notification, no caption and this came up” looking at Jen before pressing play, I hate my face “Ja is right” my face looks fuller “no he is not, you look so good Robyn. You look so happy, I love it, you can tell you got that pregnancy skin” watching the video play on, just images of me smiling “oh god, it sounds like I am adding to my skin care. The fans are going to hate me, they really are”  the video cuts to me walking towards the bathroom “it’s now time to enter a new journey for me, and for the new life that was created” I mimicked the words I said as the video played on and the time lapse of the images I took “oh god, as a fan I would be shook. Like my heart is beating hard against my chest, they are going to be shocked. It’s calming though. The way I announce it is very calming, but it honestly looks like I am announcing a new skin product, oh god. I am happy with it Dennis, yes” sitting back smiling “I am” I said again “I was thinking about my extended family members and not telling them, they will find out like this also but it needs to be so tight. I mean it will be the same with the Chris thing, I can’t risk telling too much to so many people. The circle needs to be closed” watching Dennis take his laptop “what if Chris wants to tell?” Jen asked “he needs to not, that is something I will obviously take that up with him or if he says don’t care and I rather not get involved” Jen laughed “you wish, he will be like an excited puppy but that is interesting to hear, I think you both need to have this deep conversation and you won’t be drunk or high” I wish I could get drunk or high “I miss that” I mumbled saying.

Mel laid next to me on the bed that was made on the jet, I feel a little sore and tired so I knew that I would need the bed made “do you all take turns in cuddling me? Am I that big?” Mel laughed out, she is laughing but I think it is true “it’s not that, I promise so I was thinking if we invite Chris to the ball since you know, he is you know” Mel looked at my stomach and then at me, she proceeded to wink at me “erm, I am not sure about that. I am not being funny but it’s already a mess and I am adding to it, I can’t just invite him and then have him alone, he will then bring his friends. Just keep it away, not there. Not when this will be happening, everyone is going to be at me about it already, the same tired old conversation. I disagree, he has too much on anyways” Mel rolled her eyes at me “you do know you are going to have to face him” looking away from Mel “wish I didn’t need too” I said to myself “then don’t, he will be none the wiser. Pray to the gods it doesn’t look like him, I mean you don’t need too” shaking my head “I am not like that, it’s just difficult ok. He is a mess; I keep stalking him!” I shouted so loudly “ok, calm down. Well whatever you want then I am here” she needs to just support me in this plan, it may be a little crazy but I just need to do it my way and not what people around me want because it will not work like they want “I am intrigued to know what his reaction will be, will it be happy, sad, hateful. I mean it’s not the perfect scenario” she is telling me like I don’t know that.

Sitting on the bed Indian style with my hand naturally on my stomach, I am just forever doing this now, I am used to it “I hate this, I hate that Jen and Mel both know a secret that I want to know. Like you both know the sex of my child, I really don’t want a gender reveal just tell me!” I half shouted “she’s going to be cute like you, I know already” Ja is acting like anyone will tell him shit “I know my girls, they wouldn’t tell you because I would bully you into telling me so good try baldie. Is it what I want? Like I have been always saying a girl?” Mel and Jen are not giving me much “this will be my only baby, and I pray for a healthy baby but a girl, just let it be? I mean I won’t be upset but still, just a mini me, you know” I want them to give me something, they ain’t giving me shit “soon, Mexico and the family. We going to reveal it, have a little get together. It will be cute, stop being annoying. Then we can have a baby shower in London, or shall we go Spain? I don’t know but we going to party, every day with you” Jen said, but I don’t want that I just would like to know what it is “mom! You said you have a feeling, what is the feeling!” getting off of the bed “look at my stomach shape and tell me?” turning to the side “baby, can’t you just wait. I don’t know what it is” rolling my eyes “just a guess, come on? You always do this, you say oh the stomach is this shape so it’s whatever” my mom is annoying when she does it to every one else “ok, ok. I think” she squinted her eyes “a boy” my mom pointed “ok, her opinion is irrelevant now” I joked “any more takers, what are we saying?” I got everyone looking at me now, hearing a mixture of girl and boy “so girl then, thank you” I laughed to myself “but if it’s a boy then there is always adoption, I am joking. I just want my baby healthy so don’t mind me” sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

I caught myself falling asleep but for the lighter in my hand, it was too late. It already slipped out of my hand and onto the ground floor. Moving back from the balcony, I didn’t realise I was falling asleep but another day at the Brown house. I need to finish off my art downstairs now, walking back into my bedroom. Placing my feet in my slides as I closed my bedroom door, I was supposed to go to Gunna’ party tonight but I declined, I wasn’t in the mood but I think “here they are” I stopped to say to myself, the niggas are back home, I mean my home “good party?” jumping down the last of the stairs nearly falling down but I caught myself “it was, got some girls back. They wanted to come” nodding my head “step right up, mobiles that side, papers on the other side. Then we can all have fun is that you? Krista? Oh wow, you still riding in the back of niggas cars now” Krista walked over to me “shut up” hugging her “you still the same old Chris, sign the papers” I laughed stepping back from the hug “well I got to be, but you still need to sign the papers. Keep your mobile though” winking at her “oh privileges then? I see how it is” she walked off, watching her walk off with the other girls, about seven others. Hoody hit my arm “she asked to come here” he said in a whisper “she missed the D, they all do” I laughed walking off.

Blunt for breakfast and it hasn’t even hit nine yet “your home is amazing, like with all the new graffiti. You haven’t just done random things like always” moving the blunt back, placing the spray can on the ground “I try” blowing the smoke out from my lips “you not going in the pool like the rest? Showcasing booties for the niggas to want?” I pointed laughing “why do I need to do that when you already seen it” she got a point “they doing that for you Chris, you know that” I shrugged “better off going with someone I remember, vaguely. It wasn’t memorable” Krista side eyed me “just like Amikka, you remember that too” I blew out air all wide eyed “to be fair I don’t actually remember many pussies I’ve had. Select few” Krista laughed “nothing has changed with you Chris, wow. I actually just came to see you, I am not jumping in no pool and showing my ass” nodding my head “then it was pointless you coming” looking over at the girls in the pool “they all sucking and licking on each other too, damn. But, let me mind my business, it was good you come out though. You can relax here or whatever” let me go back to my spray painting.

I was shocked to see Krista still here, I guess it is because Amikka gone “still here?” sitting down on the couch across from her “problem?” shaking my head “nope, why though? You dogged me out?” I mean she did “rich coming from you, you were having several women on the go, I was done. I thought you were with Amikka, so yeah” shaking my head “I have always been single, I show love. People don’t get that” my phone vibrated in my pocket “oh is that what it is, but she said you was with her” getting my phone out from my pocket “nope” seeing a Instagram message from Mel, this is not like her. Tapping on the message and unlocking my phone “least she is back where she belongs, Germany” I just laughed reading the message from Mel, squinting my eyes ‘Come to the Diamond Ball, plus one (Mijo) of course but you’re invited if you would like to come. You’re with me, let me know’ I am confused, Melissa is inviting me to an event where niggas are stuck up their own ass, I don’t fuck with any of those people and on top of that Robyn is foul so no, let me message back nicely, I don’t want to see her face after that night ‘I love you Mel, you my sister FOREVER but Robyn is foul. She KNOW what she did, if she wants her drunken talks with sex tell her go elsewhere, not blaming you! Trust me, I have other plans either way’ pressing send on the message “you seem angry?” Krista asked “women are not nice, that is all” locking my phone and placing it to the side of me, I won’t be seeing that, full of fake industry people that don’t like me but smile in my face, this is why I don’t go to award shows, fuck that. Robyn loves that shit and is too far up their asses to even see real, I’m not that.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 63

"Now that we’re together I wanted to wish you a late Happy birthday in person..I don't know if you heard or read my messages I left, you didn't spend it on your own, did you?" somehow he found himself holding his breath for the answer he already knew, “I did and it was very uhm..insightful” oh he was taking the emotional road, I’m condemned to you but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it, in fact could you stop talking altogether?. “I felt really bad, you know me not being there for you on that day..I had all these things planned for your birthday back in Europe..but..” the food was lovely, the company was more than exquisite, he was calm, she was calm, in fact if he didn’t know any better, he would say this was the best Christmas eve’ in years. “Yeah well..anyway, you’ve got a birthday coming up as well..big plans?” this was a disaster, this was like scooping your own heart out with a spoon, but what was she to do? she had nowhere else to run “knowing you it’ll be a huge party full of booze and dope, 10 girls on each finger who’ll obediently grant your every sexual desire” another shot fired, don’t care, he had it coming. For some reason, Jared felt himself go bright red, don’t get angry, let her vent, she’s entitled to it “no..nothing planned, I mean Shannon and Mom will come over but no nothing planned..and for the record, I’m not sleeping around and I’m not interested in other girls..” as he said it, the music started playing and a dancefloor in the middle of the room was revealed. “May I have this dance?” out of the blue a man popped up behind her that held out his hand “what? Oh..eh yes sure” she stammered, dancing in between meals how refreshing, as she stood up she caught a glimpse of a shocked Jared, his eyes shooting daggers at the guy, how do you like it now the shoe is on the other foot, you don’t do you?. “You looked like you needed to be saved from a situation there, I’m Nathan by the way and it’s probably a bit too forward but you look absolutely stunning” the man dancing with her in his arms smiled, “thank you..Nathan, I’m Harper Coco, but I’m good with just Harper or Coco” classic, tall, handsome stranger, not the guy she went for normally but hey he was charming and he smelled divine. Jared couldn’t keep his eyes off of her even though his blood was boiling that it was not him twirling her around the dancefloor and holding her close, and could everyone stop those horrible ‘oohhhs’ and ‘ahhhss’, of course I know she is the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth and an amazing dancer.

”You ok?” Nathan smiled at her as the song ended “I’m fine, thank you for the dance” she took a step back already, “no, thank you! Maybe we can catch up later, have some wine, talk some more” he reluctantly let go of her hand, “sure yeah” she smiled and turned to go and left his heart dancing in hope and joy. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer..so I take it you two know each other? He held you real close” Jared felt his heart pound in his throat, yes he was jealous, so what? “looks like it, it’s none of your business but no I don’t know him and yes it’s nice being held again by a real man who’s genuinely interested in me” she calmly sat down and put her napkin back in her lap while the main course was being served. He couldn’t take it anymore and got up, acting like nothing was wrong he crossed the dancefloor over to the deserted hallway, just leave, let it be, there’s clearly nothing left to fight for, he fucked up, she moved on, “peacetalks not going so well?” Charles strolled up to him. “That’s the least you can say, it’s over, I went too far..she’s building up her life again without me..like ‘we’ never happened” he shook his head, “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Jared..because that’s the issue here isn’t it? You cheating on her? I’m not gonna lie, I swear I’d never cheat if I had a beautiful creature like your Harper in my bed every night” Charles raised his eyebrows. “I never meant to, I was high..and drunk” there was a bit of a sob in his voice, “happens to the best of us..so you’re just gonna let some guy sweep her off her feet right in front of you, or are you gonna fight for her? Ask yourself the question, Jared, how bad do you want her? So bad that you’ll risk everything to get her back even if that means getting rejected by her again?” Charles dug his hands into the pockets of his designer tuxedopants and cocked his head staring at his friend. Jared bit his lip and then took a deep breath “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get her back..it destroys me just thinking that I’ll never see her again after tonight, but there’s a possibility and..” but Charles cut him off “there’s no ‘but’ in love Jared, so what if she’s headstrong and has a strong will? It takes one to know one? So you got yourself a bit of a lioness I see..rowwhhrr I bet she’s a beast in bed too” he giggled. “A gentleman never tells..but if you really must know she’s absolutely sensational in bed” a little smile appeared around Jared’s lips, it was the first time in god knows how long that he actually smiled again, “Well? What the fuck are you waiting for then?”

”There you are, I thought you'd gone” was that hope or dissapointment in her voice? “maybe they can re-heat it for you, it's really delicious” Harper took another bite, she could do with some food, he couldn't help but notice how her luscious curves had been reduced to the absolute minimum. “No, it's fine” he sat back down next to her and started eating, even though it tasted like sand to him, he felt like a like a lovesick schoolkid again, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, could only think about her “you're right, it really is delicious”. Harper shuffled in her seat “I saw Charles following you..so how do you two know each other?” what if this deal she agreed on with him was nothing more than a cruel joke? Jared put his fork down for a second, god I'm glad you're actually asking me a question I can answer “I walked into the gallery one day looking to buy a few paintings for my new house about a year ago, I bought a bit more than I was planning on so he took me out to dinner and we've been really good friends ever since”. She nodded with a deep sigh “I see” and picked up her fork again, “so did you put him up to this? And the truth this time, please?” her question made him frown “what? No, I didn't put him up to anything, ok yes I must have mentioned something about being in love but I don't remember mentioning your name, he's probably seen you and your work on my socials, he probably thought I was still on tour in Europe while you were stuck here in NY, and wanted to surprise us both..why?”. He saw her bite her lip, what was going on? “ok, so he made me an incredible offer”, oh of course “he wants to exhibit your work?”, she nodded “well Harper, if there's one thing I can say about Charles, it's that he's the best in the trade and so are you..so it doesn't surprise me one bit, you're an amazing talent and it's high time the world gets to see that talent”. His words were followed by another one of her deep sighs “I don't know..I don't know if I'm ready, what if it turns out to be a disaster?”, on instinct he took her hand “Harper, listen to me! It's not gonna be a disaster, this is your chance to impress the world just like you impressed me and Charles, so do me a favour and fuckin' start to believe in yourself”. Harper pulled her hand out of his grasp, just because there had a bit of an armistice going on didn't mean the war was over “I need to..I'm going to the bathroom” she mumbled as she grabbed her purse, she just needed to get away from him for a bit, let things sink in, it was all a bit much right now.

For the rest of the night that guy kept hovering around her, trying to sweep her off her feet, stay calm, seize the moment, if there's ever gonna be another one..he downed his drink in one go and tried to socialize with his contacts. “So, still interested in getting a drink somewhere?” Nathan whispered in her ear while they were dancing again, “not tonight, have you seen the weather, everything's snowed under” she shook her head with a faint smile. The party was nearing the end, and just the thought of having to get back to her cold apartment by herself depressed her, “ok then..give me your phone, I'll put my number in there and give me a call tomorrow, how does that sound?” he almost had his hand halfway down her purse already. A little annoyed she pulled her phone out, a little too forward maybe? Oh definitely, ah well let him put in his number, she was gonna have a really good think if she even wanted to call him. Nathan pulled her in for a hug, suddenly it didn't feel right for her, in the corner of her eye she could see Jared standing there, hands in his pockets watching her. “Ok bye” she gave him a faint smile, turned and headed for the hall, “were you planning on saying goodbye to me at all?” Jared walked up to her while she waited for her coat, “uhh yeah, of course, I just wanted to get my coat while they call me a cab. “I'm afraid there's no cabs in this weather, even the airports are closed” Derek said having overheard the conversation, “what? oh..but..” a little panic washed over her, this was the other side of the city..

“My car's waiting outside, I'll give you a lift” Jared shrugged and didn't wait for her answer putting his hand gently on the small of her back guiding her outside. “Careful” he looked at her high heels ploughing through the snow and only let go of her to open the door of the huge SUV and helped her inside, “good evening Miss” the driver greeted her “it's gonna be a slow ride, but we'll get you home”. Harper gently touched his shoulder while Jared hopped in the front of the car “thank you, I really appreciate it”, Jared quickly tapped in her address in the satnav and the car slowly moved forward. The drive home seemed endless and the snow just kept on falling, “I'm sorry, Miss but several streets are blocked, including yours..” the driver gave her a worried look in the rear view mirror “oh..I see, well drop me off here and I'll walk” she didn't see any other solution. Jared and the driver briefly looked at Jared who then gave him a firm nod and mumbled something she couldn't understand, five minutes later the car pulled up in front of a hotel, what? This was nowhere near her home. Jared jumped out of the car and held open her door “I don't know my way around here” she said in a hoarse voice, “you don't have to, you're staying right here” he held up his hand to help her out of the car again, “Ben, take the car home with you, you live close by right?”. The driver nodded “yeah just another 5 minutes, call me tomorrow when you need me, merry christmas”, Jared gave him a small wave “merry christmas, Ben” and threw the door shut. “I don't know about this, I don't think I can afford..” Harper bit her lip, thinking about all the bills she still had to pay, “you don't have to worry about money, they're all booked up anyway so you're staying with me” what? Was this some kind of joke? Noticing the shocked expression on her face Jared tried to reassure her “do you have a better option? No? I didn't think so either, come on, it's freezing and I still have a whole tour ahead, I can't afford to get sick standing around in the snow”. He opened the door of the suite for her “after you”, she walked in with her arms folded around her chest, not saying a word, she just stood there in the middle of the room, her body language screaming discomfort. “Coffee?” he walked past her, her scared big eyes following his every move, “ok” she breathed, “the fact that we're no longer lovers doesn't mean we can't be in the same room together, have a seat” Jared picked up the phone and ordered some roomservice. “Why don't you take off your shoes and let them dry by the fire, it's not as if you're going anywhere tonight” that smile of his and the art of putting her mind at ease was something she had missed so much.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Lazy Days and Dumb Bets

Title: Lazy Days and Dumb Bets

Pairing: Dean x black!reader

Other Characters: Sam, Jack, Castiel

Summary: Its just another lazy day at the bunker and Dean believes that one of the reader’s favorite movies can’t make him cry, so he agrees to a bet.

WC: 1,524

A/N: For all the black girls who love Supernatural, but don’t get a chance to see themselves in the show or in fanfic. 

Today was a rarity, surprisingly, there was nothing to hunt, no archiving to do, or any cleaning to be done around the bunker. So, everyone was having their lazy day in the bunker. Sam was rereading Game of Thrones, Cas was doing whatever he does in his free time, Jack was playing on the Xbox you gifted him for Christmas, and Dean was watching Dr. Sexy, M.D. 

And, you were in your room watching tv and doing your hair. You finally had the chance to take your raggedy ass box braids down. Like, it should be a crime for how long you kept those things in, but hey when did you have the time to take them down. You were a little over halfway done with taking down the monstrosity of your hair when Dean came in. He was wearing his signature lounging about outfit: long, grey robe with a pair of black sleeping shorts and shirt that fit just right, and house slippers, just looking every part of a DILF. 

Dean was leaning against the door with his legs crossed and pointed at your hair, “You know you could’ve done that in our room. I wouldn’t have mind.” Looking up at him you replied, “I know. I just didn’t want to get hair everywhere and I really didn’t feel like watching another boring episode of Dr. Sexy.” Feigning anger, Dean said, “Hey! You respect Dr. Sexy!” Chuckling to yourself, “Ok Whatever you say. What did you need anyway?” Dean made his way to your bed, pulled you closer to him and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, “I just missed my favorite girl and I wanted to spend some time with her.” “Well, I guess I don’t mind, since you miss me so much, but you can only stay on two conditions,” you said as you held two fingers. “Ok, shoot,” Dean replied as he made himself comfortable. “One, you help me with my hair and two, we’re watching what I want to watch.”

“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.” Dean was reaching for the scissors and extra comb when you grabbed his wrist and faced him menacingly, “Don’t fuck up my hair, Winchester! If you do, Baby will be sporting some new scratches.” Dean just moved your hand and turned your head straight, getting ready to start, “I don’t know why you always have to threaten Baby every time I help. I only messed up that one time and it wasn’t even noticeable!” “It was one time too many. Now hush- “you turned around to shush him, “I’m about to start the movie.”

“Yes ma’am,” he gave his best salute, “What are we watching?” Giddily rocking side to side, you answered, “Coco.” Dean stopped taking down the braid he was working on and turned you to face him, “A cartoon? Are you serious, Y/N?” Jumping up from your seat, you yelled, “Hell yeah!” “First of all, its such an amazing movie, that it’ll even make you cry, Dean Winchester! It even won Best Animated Feature at the Academy Awards. And, second of all, you’re one to talk!” “What the hell do you mean by that?” Doing your best Spongebob meme impression, you bent over and looked at Dean, “Oh. Mr., I watched every episode of Scooby-Doo and always wanted to be in the gang, and Daphne is settling for Fred. Headass!”

Dean actually blushed at the mention of his childhood cartoon crush, “Alright, alright, alright. I can see your point, but ain’t no damn cartoon is gonna make me cry.”

“Wanna bet,” you asked with a smirk and raising one eyebrow. “Yeah, what do I get when I win?” Scoffing and rolling your eyes, “If you win, which means you have no soul, I’ll bake you any three pies you want and won’t complain about how unhealthy it is. But, if I win, you’ll let me drive Baby whenever I want to for a week.” Dean didn’t even think about and quickly gave his answer, “Deal.” You went to shake his hand to seal the deal, but he shook his head no and pulled you into his lap, “Uh huh, sweetheart. We don’t seal deals with handshakes, we seal them with kisses.” Dean’s hands started to leisurely roam your body starting from your thighs to your ass, hips, stomach, breasts, and eventually caressing you around your neck, while he kissed you. Regrettably, you pulled away from the kiss, tugging Dean’s bottom lip with your teeth as an end to the kiss. Just above a whisper with your forehead leaning against Dean’s you replied, “Deal.”

It was 90 minutes later, and the movie was almost over, which usually meant that you were in your bed bawling your eyes out, but this wasn’t the case today. You knew without having to look at Dean, that you won the bet and you were smiling from ear to ear. You heard him sniffling when Miguel tried to get Mamá Coco to remember her father, but by the time they were singing Remember Me, Dean was rocking more than a single man tear. You had enough decency not to poke fun at his vulnerable state, but you knew once the credits started rolling you would be getting on that ass.

Miguel and Natalia Lafourcade had just begun singing the pop version of Remember Me, when Dean just blurted out, “Fuck Ernesto De La Cruz!” You tried your hardest not to laugh, but some of your laughs did spill out. Mocking Dean, you replied, “Hey, what happen to, ‘Ain’t no damn cartoon gonna make me cry?’” Dean didn’t answer you and just walked out the room instead. For a tiny bit, you thought you really hurt his feelings, until he came back into your room and threw the car keys to you, “Here. You won. Be careful with her,” Dean mumbled. You caught the keys with one hand, tossed them on your bed, and then spider monkey jumped Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, “Aw thanks babe. I promise I’ll take good care of her just like her owner. And since, you’re being such a good sport about this, I’ll still bake you those pies while I deep condition my hair” And just like that Dean Winchester turned from a sourpuss to a kid in the candy store. “Did I ever tell you, you’re the best girlfriend ever,” he asked with a low growl. Tilting your head up to think you answered, “I think so, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” Dean gave you the kind of kiss that you felt all the way from your fingertips down to your tippy toes and answered against your lips, “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

A couple of hours later, Dean was stabbing into his cherry pie like he wields an angel blade and was muttering ‘Fuck Ernesto De La Cruz.’ Sam was making his way through the kitchen when he stopped and asked, “Who the hell is Ernesto De La Cruz?” Before you could even laugh at Dean, he answered, “An evil motherfucker! He gives Lucifer a run for his money!” By this time, Castiel and Jack made their way into the kitchen to inspect all the commotion. Tilting his head in a Cas-like manner, Jack asked, “Who’s eviler than my father?”

Between chuckles you grabbed Jack’s shoulder and looked up at him, “A cartoon character.” Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean, “Seriously, dude? A cartoon?” Even Cas decided to put is two cents in, “Come on, Dean. I seriously doubt a cartoon can evoke that kind of emotion.” Dean pointed his cherry covered forked at the taller Winchester and his angelic best friend, “Coco is a masterpiece! I bet you can’t watch it without getting attached.” Smugly smiling, Sam answered, “I betcha we can. And if we can, you have to eat my so called ‘rabbit food’ for a month and if we don’t, we’ll take over your chores for a month.” Not skipping a beat Dean replied, “Deal,” and he started walking towards to the Dean of Fortitude to begin an impromptu Winchester Movie Night. Watching all your favorite men walk away, you thought to yourself, this is gonna be awesome.

Another 90 minutes later and you had two badass hunters, one angel, and one nephilim all crying to Miguel and Mamá Coco singing together. All of them were so focused on the tv screen that they didn’t notice you holding your phone, recording them. As their tears dried up, you heard a choral of “Fuck Ernesto De La Cruz!” and ended the video. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to make fun of the boys, you went into your messages, looking for the group chat you had with Jody, Donna, Alex, and Claire to send them the video. With the video you captioned it, Look at these big ass babies lol! Not even 5 minutes after you sent the video, you saw the three little dots forming and you knew you were gonna have a hilarious night with the ladies. Thank Chuck for lazy days and dumb bets. 

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 66a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

-x-

It was the week of the art and crafts workshop and after much deliberation, Charlie and Duffy had reserved a place for Emily. It had been pricey but they knew just how much art meant to Emily so, really, it was worth it. On the morning of the first day, Emily was sat in her pyjamas at the kitchen table, her teddy under her arm, eating coco pops with her sisters. Charlie crouched down in front of her and tucked a strand of hair away from her face. “Hey Em. Daddy’s got a surprise for you.”

The seven year old looked at her father, her eyes wide with curiosity as she continued to munch on her cereal.

“How would you like to spend the day with daddy doing arts and crafts?” He asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Is that a yes?”

She swallowed her cereal. "Yes please daddy!"

“Well, it starts at 9am, ok?”

She looked up at the clock her brow furrowed as she tried to work out how long away that was.

“Can you remember how to tell the time, Em?”

She looked down at her fingers and slowly started to count.

Lottie was too busy with her cereal but Tilly looked ready to burst with the answer.

“Tilly, let your sister answer, please.”

"In twelve minutes it'll be 8 o'clock..." Emily began hesitantly.

“Well done Em! And how long is it from 8 o’clock to 9 o’clock?”

She considered his question for a few moments. "One hour?"

Charlie grinned. “You are so clever Emmy!!”

Emily smiled as she finished her cereal.

"I knowed that too!" Tilly remarked.

“I know you do. But I was asking Em, Tilly.” He smiled.

“You’re just as clever as your sisters, Emmy!”

Lottie looked up. "What I do?" She asked around a mouthful of cereal.

Charlie looked at his youngest daughter and smiled. “I was just telling Emmy that she’s very clever. Just like you and Tilly.”

"Oh, OK." Lottie replied as she finished her breakfast and jumped down from the table.

“Finished Lottie?”

"Yeh." She replied as she wandered off to play with her toys.

"Are they coming too?" Emily asked softly.

“No honey. Just you and me. Is that ok?” He asked Emily.

"Yes." Emily replied as she got down from the table and headed upstairs to get dressed.

He cleared away the breakfast bowls and washed them. Duffy was upstairs with Oliver, the youngsters teeth were making him very grumpy indeed.

A few minutes later Emily came bouncing down the stairs, dressed ready to go out.

“We have ages yet, Missy.” He picked her up. “Are you excited?”

"Yes!" She giggled, opening up her bag to show him that she'd packed her little notebook and her favourite pencils.

“Honey, can daddy ask you something?” He took her into the living room.

"What daddy?" She asked as she sat down on the sofa.

He crouched down in front of her, “Why didn’t you tell mummy and daddy you can write?”

She shrugged.

“Emmy?” He stroked her cheek. “You realise what this means don’t you?”

"What?"

“You can write really, really well.”

She smiled brightly. "It takes ages though." She added, her smile fading a little at the admission.

“Yes it’s taken a while but you can write!! And it’s amazing writing too. Better than daddy’s.”

"Really? But you're a growned up!" She giggled.

“I know. But your writing is much much better than daddy’s.” He kissed her nose.

"Ew!" She giggled, wrinkling her nose.

“What?” He laughed.

"Tickles."

He did it again.

Emily giggled. "I tickle you?"

“Go on.”

Emily tiptoed her tiny fingers up her father's side, studying his face as she did so.

He studied her closely and grinned. “I’m not ticklish.”

"Why not?"

He shrugged, “I don’t know.” He smiled.

"Mama ticklish?"

“Mama’s really ticklish.” He smiled as he stroked her cheek. “You princess, are gorgeous and smart! Just like your mummy!”

"Mummy pretty." Emily smiled.

“Just like Emmy!”

Emily sat quietly playing with the toggles on her bag.

“Why don’t you show mummy your writing in your notebook?”

"Is there time?"

“Yes there’s time.”

Emily jumped off the sofa and bounced up the stairs finding her mum in her bedroom, Oli still screaming.

"You ok Em?" Duffy asked.

Emily smiled shyly and went into her bag for her notebook. “Want give you this.”

"What's this?" Duffy asked, placing Oliver down on the bed beside her so she could take hold of the notebook.

“Daddy says I have to show you my writing.”

Duffy flicked through the pages. She gasped as she saw the drawing Charlie had mentioned.

“What’s wrong mama?” Emily asked curiously as she sat down on the bed beside Oli. She rubbed his tummy tentatively.

"This is amazing!" Duffy's eyes were shining with emotion.

“It is?” Emily smiled brightly. “You like it mama? Daddy says I’m really, really clever!”

"You are! I love it. Once you're finished can we put it in a frame? So other people can see it too."

Emily smiled shyly, “You want other people see my work?” She asked with a bright grin. “And my writing too?”

"Yes, I think they'd love it too." Duffy smiled, squeezing her daughter's shoulders.

“Mama, me ask you question?”

"Of course."

“Why me different to Tilly and Lottie?”

"What do you mean?"

Emily shrugged, “Feel different sometimes.” She admitted.

"Different how? Because you're not a twin like them?"

“No. Because—“ Emily sighed and then shrugged, “Dunno.”

"You are so special to daddy and me. I hope you know that."

“Is it cos I was poorly?”

"No, because you are you."

Emily smiled brightly, “Daddy says I’m beautiful just like you! And smart like you! And exactly the same as Tilly and Lottie!”

"He's right. Each of you is special in your own way and we wouldn't change any of you."

Emily continued to rub Oliver’s tummy. Next minute he trumped loudly on the bed that made her giggle.

"Ah so that's what you problem was?" Duffy asked her ten month old son. "You used to do that a lot too when you were a baby!" She told Emily who was still giggling.

“No didn’t.” Emily giggled.

"You did!" Duffy tickled Emily's tummy.

“Did not.” Emily squirmed. Oli stopped crying and stared intensely at his sister, a grin on his face. He then giggled as he rolled over and tried to reach his big sister.

“Oli!” Emily giggled softly as she watched him.

Now on his front he crawled haphazardly across the duvet towards Emily who held her arms out for him.

He babbled to himself as he made his way over, giggling as he reached her.

Duffy looked up as she sensed Charlie stood in the bedroom doorway.

He was just watching them, reminding himself of just how lucky he was daily to have them all. Catching Duffy’s eye, he smiled.

"Love you." She mouthed as she watched Emily cuddle Oliver.

“Love you too.” He mouthed back.

Emily turned to look up at her dad. "Time to go?" She asked.

“Time to go.” He repeated with a grin. “You don’t mind, do you?" He asked Duffy. "You know to ring if you need me.” He stepped into the room.

"We'll be fine. I've promised the twins that we'd bake some cakes whilst Oliver naps later." Duffy smiled.

"I'm gunna draw you a picture." Emily told her brother before she handed him back to her mum.

“Save one for me and Em, won’t you?” He smiled when he heard Emily and bent down to kiss Duffy gently. “Love you.”

"Of course. We wouldn't dare not leave one each for you!" Duffy giggled.

“Good good.” He kissed her again. Before moving to kiss Oli’s forehead and nose. “Be good for mummy ok?”

Oli babbled, waving his little hands at his dad as he sat on his mum's lap.

“Is that a yes, you’re going to behave?” Charlie smiled. “Or do I need to tickle you?” He began to gently tickle his tummy.

Oli's delighted giggles rang out across the room.

Charlie did it a few more times on Oli’s stomach.

Oli giggled louder and louder until he let out a loud fart followed by a squelching sound.

“Oops.” Charlie laughed gently.

"Thanks for that. You both have such excellent timing!" Duffy laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Come on Em. We best go.” Charlie smiled.

"Oli smells!" Emily grimaced.

“I think he’s had a poo.”

"He has. Which daddy is leaving mummy to deal with!" Duffy glared lightheartedly at her husband. "I hope you have a fun time." She told Emily.

“We will mummy.” Emily grinned.

Emily's initial excitement turned to terror as they arrived at the venue.

Charlie crouched down in front of her, “What’s wrong?”

"What if people are mean?" She whispered.

“Mean about what?”

"I'm not as clever as them."

“You’re just as clever! Don’t forget that.” He stroked her cheek, “Daddy’s here anyway so if anyone’s mean, you tell me ok? But no one will be mean.”

Emily nodded nervously before straightening her back, her chin raised slightly, a look of determination on her face.

“Go on princess! Go and show them what you can do!”

[igoturbackkid]

Gods & Monsters Part 1 (Michael Langdon x reader)

Note: This is part 1 in a new series I’m starting. Feel free to let me know if you enjoy it. I’m not sure how long this will be, and I’m not sure if I’ll up date this coming week cause I’ll be slammed at work everyday for the holidays. This one’s gonna be a bit more of a slow burn than my other fics, so lemme know how you like it!

Warnings: fire?(briefly), season 8 spoilers

Miss Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young ladies was home to many young witches, many just finding out about their powers, and also veteran witches, most of whom were the teachers at the academy. You had been attending the school for several months now. When you saw Miss Cordelia on TV you heard her talk about women who had exceptional abilities. Some barely enough to even be noticeable, others accidentally causing chaos with their unknown magic. Her words struck a nerve. You always knew you were different, that you could do things that you couldn’t explain, but you never wanted to hurt anyone because of it.

The first inkling of your powers was a bit of a shock to you. You were in your room, dead asleep in the middle of the worst nightmare, when you heard screaming. You were startled awake and when you opened your eyes you realized your room was on fire. Your mother was at your door, screaming, when you decided to close your eyes, almost willing it away, hoping it was all a dream. When your eyes opened the fire was out but your mother was still there, promptly freaking the fuck out. Your mother kicked you out after that, not wanting something so evil in her Christian household. You managed to crash at a friend’s place for a while before you decided to fly to New Orleans. After you arrived at Robichaux’s, your teachers helped you to become stronger. You quickly adopted other abilities including Telekinesis, Clairvoyance, just to name a few. But what Cordelia was most intrigued about was your Pyrokinesis. Cordelia taught you how to keep it under control and how to harness enough power for it to be useful at just the right time. Cordelia helped you realize you weren’t a freak, or a demon, or even possessed, as your parents had thought.

Cordelia always said you were an exceptional young witch. Very bright, smart, and possibly even Supreme one day. You hated to think about it, to be honest. You hated the idea of Cordelia having to die for you to truly rise. You loved her like a mother and didn’t want to think about losing her. You were currently in your room, practicing some spells when there was a knock on your door.

“Come in!” you yelled. Zoe popped her head in, making eye contact with you.

“Hey, Cordelia wants everyone downstairs, she has an announcement to make.” she said.

“Announcement? What kind of announcement?” you asked as you rose from your bed and made your way to the door.

“I don’t know, she didn’t say anything to me other than it’s big and she wants to tell everyone at once.” Zoe shrugged.

“Weird.” you replied as you both made your way downstairs.

“Tell me about it.” Zoe said. When you both made it into the lounge room, you gathered with the rest of your coven, waiting for Cordelia to make her announcement. Once Cordelia took a head count, she started.

“Well girls, as you know I have some news that might surprise some of you. Some of you won’t like it, most of you might love it. But as your Supreme, I need you all to promise me right now that you’ll all behave yourselves. Okay, girls?” she asked into the room. You all simultaneously replied, “Yes!”.

“Some of you might know about the Hawthorne School for Warlocks. Their Grand Chancellor, Ariel, and I have had some discussions and came to an agreement. In order to bring peace between the warlocks and our coven, we will be combining our academies. The boys will attend class here, and they will be staying here. I know what bringing you all together means, but like I said, you all must behave yourselves. No funny business. I mean it, ok?” everyone shook their heads yes. Some girls were already whispering, talking about how hot they hoped the guys were.

“They will arrive tomorrow morning, so I suggest you all get as much studying in as you can tonight. God knows you’ll all be distracted tomorrow.” she mostly whispered that last part to herself, but everyone could still hear. With that, everyone was dismissed and you made your way back to your room. You weren’t sure how you felt about this new adjustment. It’d be nice to have other people to talk to, but you knew it would just become high school all over again. You went to bed that night, feeling reluctant over the changes to come in the morning.

***

When you awoke it was still fairly early. You decided to get a head start on the day seeing as a big distraction was on it’s way to the school. You quickly showered, dressed, did your hair and makeup. You had about a half hour before your first lesson when you heard some commotion outside your door. When you peaked out, you saw all the girls making their way downstairs, all dressed up and makeup done to perfection. The warlocks must have just arrived you thought. You didn’t wanna go downstairs, you just wanted to study but Cordelia was probably downstairs, preparing to address the masses that now populated the academy. When you made it downstairs into the lounge, you noticed your coven all standing together on one side and the warlocks stood on the other. The girls were whispering and gossiping and the guys were checking out the girls. You stood in the corner, a few feet away from the group, not wanting to be associated with them in this particular moment.

You couldn’t help your eyes scanning across the other side of the room. There was quite a lot of them, almost as many as there were witches. Some of them were cute but not enough to distract you from becoming a powerful witch one day. You suddenly spotted one of the warlocks also standing somewhat in the corner, he didn’t seem necessarily shy. You could tell he was confident in the way he held himself. He was cute with his blonde, curly hair, and he had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had a great jawline and cheek bones as well. He was also very tall, taller than most of the other boys. It was almost as if he could hear your thoughts when he suddenly met your gaze. You were immediately embarrassed, having been caught staring. You blushed deeply and averted your eyes to the ground.

That was the moment Cordelia and what you assumed to be their Grand Chancellor, Ariel, walked into the room.

“Thank you for all gathering so quickly.” Cordelia started, “Today marks a time of unity. It’s no longer us and them. We are one. One coven. Girls, all standard rules still apply. Nothing changes just because our coven has grown. And gentlemen, Ariel has already briefed you on all our rules here. I expect you to respect them, and respect me as you would your Grand Chancellor. Now if there aren’t any questions, I do believe it’s time for your first lesson. You are dismissed.”

You all dispersed as you each went to your respective first lesson. You made your way into the dining room and had a seat, waiting for Zoe to start her class. You were surprised when you saw the same blonde hair boy from earlier walk into the room. He took a seat at the table, directly across from you. You could notice him inspecting you but you kept your gaze on the table, afraid to meet his gaze. Once everyone was seated Zoe made everyone introduce themselves. When it was his turn, he stood and addressed the room.

“My name is Michael Langdon. And I look forward to meeting each and everyone of you.” he said. After he spoke, he took a seat again, and looked your way. When it was your turn, you stood as well and addressed the newcomers.

“I’m Y/n L/n.” was all you had to say before taking a seat. When you looked across from you, you could see Michael smirking at you. You really wanted to wipe that smug look from his face. Who did he think he was? After that, the lesson went on without a hitch. 

***

Later that day, you were enjoying lunch with Zoe, Mallory, and some of the other girls when one of them brought up the boys.

“So, girls, let’s gossip. Which one is the hottest?” she asked, you were unsure of her name, Coco maybe?

You all looked around, seeing who would answer first. Zoe averted her gaze since she had Kyle. Suddenly, Danielle, a newbie witch who always cracked you up and was becoming one of your closest friends spoke, “I don’t know about you guys, but that Michael Langdon can have me any hole, anytime, anywhere.” she confessed.

“Oh my god Dani, you’re so bad.” you laughed at her.

“I don’t care, he’s so hot.” she said, “What about you, Y/n? Do you think he’s hot? I caught him staring you down in class this morning.”

“What? No he wasn’t. You’re crazy. Anyway I guess he’s cute.” you shrugged.

You heard scoffs from several of the girls when Danielle spoke up again, “Just cute? Are you blind? He looks like a Greek God carved from marble!” she yelled at you.

“Jesus! Keep it down! What if he heard you?” you shushed her.

“Oh he won’t, I gotta go anyways, I gotta practice my Concilium. I’ll see if I can go practice on Michael.” Danielle winked at you as she walked away.

“Bet you any money she’s a hoe bag.” Coco smirked to Danielle’s retreating backside.

As she was walking out of the room, Dani held up her middle finger back at Coco on one hand, carrying her spell books in another.

“Alright, I think that’s enough excitement for one day.” Mallory quietly stood up, ready to leave.

“I’m with you on that one.” you told her.

You and Mallory made your way upstairs back to your rooms when you passed Michael. He was coming down the stairs, presumably going to the kitchen. As you passed each other, time seemed to slow down, almost stand still. You noticed every little detail about his undeniably beautiful face, hair, and eyes. As you finally passed him, you turned your head to look back at him, Michael doing the same. Through the eye contact you felt goosebumps appear on your skin, and shiver went down your spine. You finally faced forward and Mallory pulled you aside at the top of the landing.

“Y/n, I know we were all joking down there, but I get a bad vibe from Michael. Like really bad. He feels dark.” she said.

“Dark? Like what kind of darkness?” you asked her seriously. Mallory was an exceptionally gifted witch. If she said she felt something, you believed her.

“I can’t describe it exactly. I just know it’s not good. I know what the light feels like, I know from people like you, like Cordelia. I don’t get the same from him. I feel darkness and it scares me if I think about it for too long.” she explained.

“Alright...ok....should we tell Cordelia?” you asked.

“I don’t know. She wants to bring the peace between our people and I don’t wanna be the one that ruins it. It’s probably nothing, just forget about it. Let’s go.” she shook you off, leaving without you.

You continued to stand there, puzzled. What exactly did she mean and how would this effect your coven? If he was bad, if he was evil, what would that truly mean for all of you? You still couldn’t help the pull you felt to him. You got goosebumps thinking about him and you honestly agreed with Danielle on how attractive he was. But Mallory seemed so shaken that you were torn. Did you listen to the angel on your shoulder, or the devil?

[itsakurl]

Special Present | LJN

Genre: F L U F F ! (OMG i luv lee jeno so this is just aefkjhefuadnc)

Word Count: 1k

Anon: oh my god I just found your account and I'm 😍😘🙏 anyway can I request an nct dream scenario with Jeno where it's your birthday and you celebrate with the dreamies but Jenos present for you is special bc he has the feelings !! I'm so soft for him uwu 

Today was the day...the day that everyone but you seem to forget. It’s been a whole year since the last time it happened and you’ll think that people would learn from their mistakes then. But you thought wrong and it’s sad not being surprised by that. So basically, on this special day, you stayed home. Sulking in your couch as you tuned into your favorite movie.

You could understand the first time it happened, where everyone forgot. You had just moved out of the country and now lived in Korea. Away from home, it made sense. When you obtained friends, you hoped at least one of them would remember. But when it didn’t happen, it just felt horrible. Erhhh...it’s better not to even care about it. You should be used to it by now.

It was around the middle of your movie when your phone started to buzz. Turning it over you saw the picture of one of your best friends, Lee Jeno. Normally you would pick it up right away, because okay...who wouldn’t. But today you were just salty. All you wanted to do was stay home and cry while watching coco. Is that too much to ask for?! Like you’re here crying over Miguel singing remember me for coco. You don’t have time for friends who forget your birthday.

No presents, no party, not even a simple acknowledgement of “happy birthday”. That’s basically all you wanted...just to get a simple text saying “happy birthday”. But now that too is too much to ask for. But anyways, You kept watching the movie until your phone stopped buzzing. But it became even more annoying when your doorbell was starting to ring like crazy.

“Oh my god!” You screamed out as you stood up stomping towards the door since you could barely hear the movie anymore. Opening the door, you weren’t surprised for who was standing behind it.

“Y/n! I was calling you I thought you were dead!” Jeno exclaimed as he hugged you. More like hugging a stone since you ain’t having none of it. Well, Jeno has noticed your reaction and stared at you weirdly, “Hey are you okay?” He asked. You silently nodded and began to close the door until Jeno stopped it with his hand.

“Hey hey y/n..don’t be like that.” He pouted, “well anyways, We are hanging out so let’s go!” Jeno said as he pulled you out of your house and shut the door behind you and pushed you into his car. “JENO! What the fuc-“ you stared to shout until his hand landed on your mouth. “Ahh I want to hang out with my best friend, what’s so bad with that?” He questioned as he continued to drive, leaving your speechless.

You guys drove all the way to Jeno’s house and quickly went upstairs to his bedroom. “Jeno...i just want to be home..today especially” you sighed as you fell into his bed in pure exhaust. “Y/n…” you felt the bed dip down beside you as Jeno sat. “Get up” he demanded, making you glance at him, not wanting to follow his orders until he pouted making it an obligation to do whatever he says.

“Fine..wha-“ your voice sting of irratation until Jeno grabbed your hand and placed a small box into the palm of your hand. “J-Jeno...what is this for?” You ask obliviously as you turned the box in your hand to further examine, fondly staring at it.

A small chuckle left Jeno’s mouth as he held you hand once again. “I have one more place to bring you to so follow me” Jeno pulled you towards the door that lead to the backyard, “after you” Jeno opened the door gaining a weird look from you. “Don’t worry y/n there isn’t a murderer outside I promise” Jeno one smile at you before you sighed and stepped out into the backyard noticing that there were tables and balloons and ribbons all decorating the whole entire yard.

“SURPRISE!!!” From the side jumped out the rest of your friends: Mark, Renjun, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung. You were startled, falling into Jeno’s arms for support to stand. “Wha...what is all of this?” You asked as they all smiled at you.

“It’s your surprise party silly! Happy birthday y/n” Jeno said, as you looked around noticing all the ‘happy birthday’ decorations. Looking at all your friends that had little party poppers in their hands...you just felt so...emotional. And from than you just couldn’t hold back your tears.

“Aww y/n don’t cry!” All of your friends said as they pulled you into a group hug. For a minute you thought that no one remembered. You thought that no one cared about your special day. No one said happy birthday to you. No one acknowledged your birthday until now…were your 7 friends were all around you, knowing fully well that today was your day.

“Thank you so much guys...I love you all. Seriously I mean it and I can’t ask for better friends than you guys” you muttered as they All whipped away your tears as you became all sappy. The rest of the day was filled with fun. The surprise party was a success, the cake was good. But the time that was really memorable was opening your presents.

Mark gave you that sweater you’ve been eyeing every time you guys went to the mall. Renjun and Haechan got you a small necklace that had a shiny silver heart pendant hanging from it. Jaemin and chenle gave you your favorite candy. And Jaemin gave you a gift card to your favorite café. You were grateful, really grateful. After the party, you and Jeno where left to clean up since it was already 2 A.M and the others had to really get home at some point, especially Jisung and Chenle who was driven home by mark.

After cleaning up outside, you and Jeno went back into his room and sat together on his bed. “Hey remember that box I gave you earlier today?” Jeno asked, gaining you attention. You’ve had the little box in your hand the whole day but never really had the chance to open it.

Once you pulled off the cover you were met with a small little flash drive that sat upon some wrapping tissue. Jeno grabbed the flash drive and plugged it into his computer that he already had on his lap. As it loaded up, a window popped up, making your eyebrows furrow.

“A video?” You asked as you peered over his shoulder. You got a small response of agreement before Jeno placed the laptop infront of you, waiting for you to press the play button.

There was a small static screen until one of your friends, Mark Lee, appeared on screen. “Well where do I start...okay uhm, happy birthday y/n!” Mark had said through the video. The whole thing was actually a video of the 7 of them (mark, Renjun. Haechan, Jaemin, chenle, and Jisung) giving you warm birthday wishes. Nearing the end was like a small documentary type thingy that Jeno has collected of you guys for the past year. It displayed all the happy moments you’ve all shared together, things like finishing highschool, hanging out, traveling.

But the one thing that really made your birthday special was the last thing. After the memory compilation ended, there was this static fuzz again like how there was one before it started. You thought it marked the end of the video, making you start moving your hand to close the window before someone popped up.

After the fuzz there was Jeno. You’ve realized that Jeno wasn’t included in the small complication with the others. Maybe it’s because he did make the video and he wanted a special part in it. Also, apart from the whole friend group. You and Jeno were closer to each other than the rest of them so it makes sense.

“Hey y/n…” the video of Jeno started. By now you’ve rested your head onto Jeno’s shoulder, grabbing his arm and hugging it for comfort.

“I just wanted to start off by saying happy birthday. You deserve a special day and I hope that we did our best to make it one. I remember you telling me how your family had always forgot about it so I didn’t want you to feel that way anymore because you have us now.” Jeno smiled, “haha okay…um ok so I wanted to put this in separately from the other because I wanted to tell you how much you actually mean to me” you turned to Jeno as he gave you a nod to look back at the video.

“Your one of the greatest best friends I’ve ever had and I never want to loose you. You’ve been the reason to my happiness ever since we’ve became friends and I hope you feel the same about me. And well uhm...I just. Want to say it now since if I wait longer I might never get the guts to tell you” he took a breath, “y/n, I love you. And you know that. But I love you in a way that I never want to loose you and I always want you in my life. So what I’m trying to say is...would you like to be my girlfriend?” The video suddenly cut off and the screen was all black, automatically closing the window to be greeted by Jeno’s wallpaper.

You were SHOOK. okay so like how are you suppose to react when your best friend and secret crush had confessed to you? Idk all that there was now was all the screaming and squealing that wants to escape your mouth right now.

“Jeno…” you turned to him, “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same I understand” he quickly admitted until you attacked him with a hug, squealing like a maniac.

“Of course Jeno…” he smiled to your agreement. As he hugged you back. You two were now laying on his bed, embracing each other. “Thank you for everything Jeno...for the party and the video and being my friend” you became sappy again…

“You made my birthday special” you admitted as he hugged you tighter and shifted his gaze so you two were now looking at each other. Jeno’s signature moon eye smile appeared on his face as he said softly,

“Happy birthday y/n”

(Authors note:

Well I hope you all like this one. I’m sorry if it’s kind of all over the place because I had so much writers block since I was so busy this week. The next two weeks I have to go back to my school and volunteer to help the freshman out so I won’t have much time to do these but I’ll still try my best!

Love ya,

Kai)

[hazbinextgeneration]

Down The Rabbithole Ch7

The clear and crisp day made it where anyone would be happy to go outside and play all day in this lovely spring whether, but that did not comfort the girl under the covers of the bed at ALL as she curled up and under the blanket more away from the sunlight that threatened to wake her up. She did not want to brace the day or even bother to get up and go anywhere at all. She was perfectly content with staying right where she was and not going anywhere but her home. ....But this wouldn't be her home for too long. You see. A man came, a man in a fancy suit and tie came in a big fancy car and knocked in her door. She had never seen him before but had stood at the top of the stairs and listened in when her granny sent her upstairs to play. She watched as the well dressed man was invited in by her granny and sat down in the living room by the fire place and offered some tea by her granny. She still remembered what the man had said to her.

"Ma'am. I'm with Social Services and lately we've gotten record of a young girl in your care?"

"Yes. Allison's been living with me since her parents ran off to lord knows where," her granny crossed her arms and rose a brow, "Do forgive my bluntness, Sir. But what business would you have with me now?"

"No offense taken, Ma'am. But...We are concerned for her educational and social needs."

"And what concerns are those? She knows how to read and write, and other basic math and science things I learnt. And it's not like she's being left alone in the middle of the woods!"

The man held up his hands. "I'm not discrediting what you've done for her, Ma'am. It couldn't have been easy. But the fact of the matter is, your time and this time is different. She's going to need a better education and social skills for later in life, and by law she's supposed to have started school last year when she turned six. Our records say she's seven now and hasn't been enrolled in any online or public schools. And with your age and living so far from any civilization, along with our records,....we have to do what's best for the child."

"...What are you saying then?"

The man sighed. "What Im saying is that the child would be better off in the care of another realitive. The agency found an older cousin of yours." He made a shrugging movement. "Nice small town with low crime rates, the school is a nice one with a decent average score rating, and said realitive has a decent track record herself and has children of her own. It'd be the perfect place for her."

"You can't just take her from me!"

"Can you supply her a sufficient home? Ma'am you're already in your sixties, if something were to happen to you it would leave her in a state of unknowing on her own which would lead to an even harsher outcome. How can you gaurentee her safety?" Her granny remained silent....and the man sighed and stood. "It's not my choice to make anyways. I'm only here to deliver the message, but the court has decided. Miss Allison Gale will be removed from your care within a week's time. I suggest you have her ready by then. Mrs. Gale."

All she remembered was the sound of her granny crying and the next week after that her granny being very clingy towards the small seven year old her. The child barely got to spend anytime with Chesire or play that week because her granny insisted on having her spend time with her baking things or reading her stories, to even sitting down and playing with her. Of course the young cat was always just out of sight of the old lady, peeking around the corner or floating near the ceiling watching annoyed and curiously at the old lady playing and suddenly spending so much more time with her granddaughter and spoiling her for a few days. Allison could only spend a little bit of time with him right before she fell asleep but the cat was angered and annoyed.! How dare they try to take her away!? She was perfectly fine where she was! Those last nights were spent with her crying and hugging him and begging her granny not to let her go and making a promise to her friend she would come back and they would play again. But that morning....That fateful morning would be her last time there. As footsteps approached her bed the blanket was yanked off her and the child didn't react as the face of her granny was standing there in tears. She didn't react when she was made to get out of bed and get dressed. Went to her Granny's hold as she cried her eyes out over her departure, nor when she was taken down the steps and to the front door. A blue head poked out of her bedroom doorway as soon as the two were outside and he zoomed to the window to watch.

A shiny black car was sitting in the dirt driveway and a different man in a suit was standing there already putting Allison's suitcase into the back of the car as the crying old lady hugged the tiny child goodbye before the man took her and put her in the back of the car. The seat belt clicked into place before the door was closed and the young girl stared out the window as the engine started up. First she glanced at the crying grandmother as she cried her heart out as the car pulled away. But the child caught another person staring at her through the window as she was taken away for years.

A young chesire cat. Looking down from her bedroom window as fat tears rolled down his cheeks-

"Miss Allison?"

Red eyes blinked open from the world of sleep and blinked tiredly as two pink blurs were looking down at her. The human woman groaned as she laid on their floor, before she slowly sat up and stretched. Yawning as she did before reaching up to rub at her eyes. The polka dot blanket fell off of her as the blurs slowly turned into a small clown and small rabbit....Who-? Where was-?...OH! Right. She could've sworn all of yesterday was a dream by the way that dream was, but nope! The two were smiling at her before Marsh held up a small tray to her with a smile.

"It ..may not be healthy for a human." He set the small tray on her lap. A small plate of tea cakes and mini sandwiches were on it, with a cup of what smelt like English breakfast tea. "But it's all we have. And it'd be unwise for you to venture on such a long journey with an empty stomach. I don't think you have any gold coins or jewels to trade for food in town, so it's best you eat up before you set on your way."

.....Oh. Right. Her next long trip to find these Twiddle Sisters. "T-Thank you." She said and she grabbed one of the chocolate looking macaroons as the two smiled.

"Of course. It'd be very unkind of us to let you leave with an empty stomach! And Chesire would've been saddened if we didn't treat a friend of a friend with hospitality!"

She blinked and swallowed the coco macaroon. "....I wonder where he is? He hasn't shown up has he?"

Both shook their heads before Hatter spoke. "He's prolly just wondering around doing cat things! He'll show up eventually! Don't worry! You remember how to get to your destination right?" ....Allison blinked her half tired brain at him and hummed. "Go back to the fork in the road and travel to the second fork. Go right at the second one and walk straight ahead until you come to Enchanted Vil. and look for the building called Granny's Cottege! You can't miss it!"

".....Walk down. Second fork. Go right. Granny's Cottege. Got it!" She smiled a little bit before popping another in her mouth. "...I wonder what that cat's doing now?"

"Trust us! Whatever it is, We're sure he's just fine!!"

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HE. WAS. NOT. FINE!!

Thunder and lightning lit up the sky as rain poured in gallons as it still stormed outside, but thankfully the more dangerous thunder had passed. But that didn't matter tiny paws held a secpter out and directed it as a conductor would a baton stick to lead the band. Only this thing was directing a whole clump of glass shards and the cat wielding the magic gritted his fangs as he pushed his magic to it's limits and formed the few pieces back into one. Cracking sounds sounded out as the pieces of the reflective puzzle were put back together and forced backwards towards the massive mirror that was leaned and reinforced to the wall as to not let anything knock it over this time. It had a few pieces of it's once shiny magnificence already put back into place, not even half of it yet. The new big glass fragment crackled more as it joined the fixed glass already on there as his body shook forcing it to fix. Once it crackled fully back into place he stopped and let out a groan. Letting his arms drop to his sides. ....This was the problem with magic mirrors. They worked GREAT as portals and for spells, but once they broke it took a HECK amount of magic to be put back together again. And unfortunately it took a lot out of him. Thankfully the magic portal would still work perfectly once he put it back together, but he needed to rest now for a few hours before he could move onto the next few pieces.

His panting body looked back down to the amount of mirror shards he still had to put back together and meowed pathetically. Dropping the scepter in favor to start pacing his mind started racing with questions. Where was she? Did anything bad happen to her? Did she get hurt from the fall? Was Allison ok? It's already been a full day and night and she had no idea of the dangers of his world. If the Queen of Hearts found out a human landed in her kingdom-...He growled as his eyes turned into slits. Allison would be forced to battle for her freedom and if she lost, she'd be forced to be enslaved or locked in the dungeon for the rest of her life, and he COULDN'T allow that. Not when he just got his old friend back and spent only a month together! He lost her once and by fur he wouldn't let it happen again.

But for now he would rest and work as fast as possible. And hoped to the mighty Mother Goose that she was alright.

[sending-the-message]

Where angels go to rot by mudb3d

"Hello again, Ross"

My eyes slowly meet with Dr. Kaymoss as i'm trying to fight off the forces of an early morning.

"Oh...hi" I reply still half in slumber.

"Ok so Ross I can see-"

My mind wanders, his voice becoming nothing more than another background noise, as is routine with these check ups. I look out of Dr Kaymoss' office into the hallway of the clinic. I see zombies sitting outside their doctors waiting room, also probably waiting until they can leave and go home. Just past them is the reception area, manned by a short sassy lady who has clearly had enough of her job and wants to leave despite probably only being on shift for less than an hour. The drab hallways showed less expression than me, and that's saying something. The morning sun forcing its way through Dr Kaymoss' blinds doing nothing for me apart from blinding me. I watch the clock slowly tick on...and on...and on...they say staring at clock makes time move slower. Well it felt like it.

"-and one last thing, we will be changing your medication. It's similar to your current but this should help move along your recovery. Alright that should be everything, have a nice day Ross".

I pick my husk of a body up from the painfully uncomfortable chair - would help if they at least changed the dulled cushion - and clamber my way out of the clinic. I head down to the nearby pharmacy and pick up my new prescription. The prerequisite to this being that I suffer insomnia and sleep paralysis. What a lovely combination. Can't sleep usually but when I do, it's scary as fuck. Thanks brain.

I stuff my new medication into my jacket pocket and head home. Just in time for lunch.

I swing open the front door and i'm greet with my dad in the living reading a news paper and smoking a fag, and my mum watching TV. A few moments later, our dog comes running at me like an uncoordinated potato that just sprouted legs. He jumps at me and I give him a scratch behind his ear. "Hey buddy" I say in that voice-only-used-for-dogs voice. "Hello" Says my parents, not looking at me but in their usual up beat tone. "What did they say this time? Same old?"

"Got new medication, not sure what it does but its new so must do something"

"Fingers crossed!" cheered my dad.

I go up stairs, boot up my computer and do homework, then play games. Same old. My days are pretty boring.

Fast forward to night time.

"Time to try these I guess" I say with a smidge of hope, but knowing nothing will probably happen. I shove two in my gob as is recommended and swig some water to help them on their way. I get into bed and close my eyes, having the same feeling I do every night. 'I'm not gunna sleep am I...'.

Then I fall asleep.

I have a vivid dream of a kingdom, filled with spirits of hope, tranquility and purity. I see a golden palace, I see parades in the streets, I see no one unhappy. Strange, as I usually don't dream. Everyone speaking a language I don't understand but also understood with absolute clarity at the same time. I get to the gates of the golden palace. No guards. I get past the gate and reach the huge and towering doors that lead to the interior. I push, and as I push, a blinding light emerges from inside.

I wake up.

I can't move. Shit, sleep paralysis, well at least the medication might help my insomnia. Every cloud has a silver lining huh?

I wait for the hallucinations. I hear the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway just outside my door just reminding me of how slow time really is and how long I have until morning. I look around my room fruitlessly as I couldn't see anything anyway, and if I could, I didn't want to see it.

I hear a creak above my room in the loft. I hear the creaks move towards my loft entrance.

BANG

The loft entrance was opened. Not had this kind of hallucination before.

Silence...silence...

I lay still, once again hearing nothing more than the hallway clock rhythmically ticking away. I can move. Thank god that's over.

As is usual with this, I lay in bed trying to sleep fruitlessly until the morning sun fills my room. I go down for breakfast and fetch myself some Tesco own brand coco pops. They taste just as good I swear.

"Did the medication help Ross?" My dad quizzed.

"Yeah, I actually had a dream last night, but it didn't stop the sleep paralysis. Beggers can't be choosers I suppose"

"Ah well, that's the next step, as for now we have a solution to at least one problem. Bring it up next week with Dr Kaymoss"

"ROSS" I hear my mum barked "COME HERE"

I separate myself from the chair and potter my way up stairs.

"What?"

"What were you doing last night stupid boy, why were you in the loft?"

"What do you mean"

"Look, come here, the loft is open"

And so it was. Oh...oh no.

"Well?"

"It wasn't me! I heard walking in the loft a-an-" I plead with abstract confusion.

"Shut up stupid boy, don't be playing up there again" she dismissively responds

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. That isn't right. That isn't right at all, I couldn't move, it had to have been sleep paralysis, else I could surely move, and the noises stopped once I could move!

I start locking my room at night. Before going to bed, I search every inch of my room to make sure I have been a right mug by locking myself in with something. I did this for a month. Nothing has happened since. Apart from the usual sleep paralysis.

I head off to bed, following the same routine as usual. Check the room, lock the door. I take my tablets and lay down to rest. I begin to dream again.

I'm at the kingdom again...am I? I looks different. It's dark and no one is around. I look around.

This feels wrong.

I start to walk around, wondering where the inhabitants could be. Someone has to be around right? I wander slightly out of the more populated areas. I stand still.

Suddenly i'm thrown to the ground with force, i'm then picked up like a rag doll and dragged to a nearby river. It gripping my leg with huge force. It brings me close to its face. It would look human if it didn't look so strange. No eye brows, hair or beard, just a pale face with near perfect skin and unblinking eyes as if it has no eye lids. Dark penetrating eyes that can see my very soul. Whatever it was had crawled out from the deepest crevice in the uncanny valley. It smiles.

It says nothing. Slowly the river behind him drains until nothing is left but the soaked mud at the bottom.

"W-what is this? Why have you brought me here?!" I demand for an answer.

It smiles. "For this is heaven my son. Or at least it once was. Whilst it is a mystery to me as to why you're here, I do not care, and shall dispose of you like the rest" Its voice monotone, but with a venomous undertone.

"But you're not an angel, why are you here? How did you get here?"

"Would telling you change anything? God is dead, this kingdom is no longer for the pure" those words resonating with a feeling of impending doom.

He grabs me by my leg again and launches me in. The mud begins to give way and with it bones and flesh begin to surface. I panic as I try to fight against the forces that are pulling me under, my mouth beginning to fill with dirty water and mud, my vision shrinking as my head goes under until. It all goes to black.

I wake up in a cold sweat, able to move unlike most other times. I take a deep breath and calm myself. We're ok. I look around. My door is open. My heart hits my chest like a rocket. I can feel my eyes beginning to fill with tears.

I cautiously look around the room to be met with nothing more than darkness and doubt in whether I actually locked my door. I shallow my breath. I put my head to my pillow again. I close my eyes and try to sleep. Knowing it was pointless I go to sit up again.

It is there. Its face just above mine, staring at me with those unwavering eyes and stone cold expression that showed no intent but also knew it was malicious.

"Shh...shh...shh..."

I look up at it, not daring to make a sound. It puts his hand over my face and I fall asleep. I wake up a few minutes later down by the river bank in the nearby forest with this tall, slender and emotionless godless creature standing above me.

"You allowed me into the kingdom of angels. You were the gateway to their world and yours. I showed you where the angels go to rot. Time to join them, don't you think, Ross?"

Why does it know my name.

He takes a step towards me and I stumble to my feet. Before I know it, he is right there. I fall to my knees and he crouches down. I begin bawling uncontrollably, I beg for freedom. "Please, please I haven't done anything to deserve this!"

"No need to be scared Ross, you'll have company" it callously replies.

He drags me to the river and once again drains it. As the water disappears, the bodies of my parents appear. I couldn't make a sound, for all breath had left me. I take one final look at it before i'm tossed into the river. It slowly waves, mocking. Once again my mouth fills with mud and water, dulling my screams. My nose being stuffed with dirt, my vision rapidly closing until it all turns to black.

[noonachronicles]

She’s a Monster Pt. 7

Choi Youngjae X Reader Ft. Im Jaebum/JB

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5 . Part 6.

Her moans echoed through his head with every thrust. Her cries only growing louder, uncontainable. He sucked the soft, salty skin of her neck as his fingers tangled in the fabric of her work skirt.

“Oh, Jaebum.” She whispered in his ear, “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” He asked as he continued, “Better than Youngjae?”

“Mhmm. It should have always been you, JB.” She gasped. “I'm sorry I took so long.”

“It's ok. Just say it. Say the words.” He begged close to his orgasm. “I need to hear it.”

“I love you, Jaebum.” She whispered over and over. “I love you. I love you so much. I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” he said squeezing his eyes shut as he came.

“How could you?”

His eyes fluttered open to see Youngjae looking down at him disappointed. “I...I'm sorry.”

“You're my best friend. You're breaking my heart.” Youngjae said calmly as a patch of blood spread across his chest. “How could you do this to me?”

“I didn't. I didn't do anything!” JB screamed and looked down at his hand where he held Youngae’s still beating heart. “This is her fault! She did it, she's a monster!”

JB sat up in a cold sweat surrounded by the darkness of his bedroom. He fell back onto his pillow once he realized it was another dream. The same dream he'd had every other night for the past several weeks. Ever since he’d heard her moans through the wall. It's all he could think about.

“C’mon Jackson hyung, we have to leave soon.” Bambam was saying just outside his door. “He’ll be least mad at you.”

“Maybe he’s still sick and we should just let him rest.” Jackson whispered, unsure. “Make Youngjae do it…”

“You know things are weird between them right now.”

“Why? I don’t understand…”

While the two boys argued outside the door JB slipped out of bed and into his outfit for the day. He ran a comb through his hair and ended up throwing a hat on over it anyway. Jackson and Bambam were still talking when he opened the bedroom door.

“Is everyone ready?” He asked Jackson who nodded and they went down the hall.

Mark and Yugyeom, both dressed and ready to go had fallen back asleep on the couch.Jinyoung was leaning against the couch sipping coffee of his travel mug. Youngjae was sitting on the floor with Coco, and he was still avoiding looking at JB too much. The others had noticed the tension between the two but no one knew just where it was coming from or if they should say anything about it, so they just let it be. Everyone assumed that it was just like every other issue that festered between seven guys living together in close quarters and that it would eventually fizzle out like it always did.

Hours later five of the seven boys collapsed on the glistening polished wood of the dance room of the JYP building. The maknae was unstoppable when it came to dancing so he stayed in front of the mirror making sure his every move was precise and perfected. JB, had taken to the couch instead of the floor. The rest of them spread out on the floor and caught their breath lazily passing around shared water bottles.

Bambam lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked over at Youngjae, “Hyung, has y/n broken up with us?”

Youngjae removed his hat, ran his hand through his hair before replacing it. “What do you mean?”

“She never comes around anymore.” he whined. “I’m hungry, No one cooks for me anymore.”

“Yeah!” Jackson said sitting up, “Why doesn’t she come around anymore? I miss her, what did you do with her?”

“She’s just been busy with work and school is all.” he mumbled quietly, not really wanting to explain that because of his petty jealousy that she had refused to come over to the dorms in hopes of making him feel more comfortable.

Even Jinyoung, who usually kept quiet in these situations, decided to comment. “That’s not true. You go over to her place every night now. She just hates us.”

“She doesn’t…” he sighed, “just let it go. Please.”

“Leave him alone guys.” JB spoke up from the couch. Youngjae’s gaze flickered towards him for the briefest of moments.   

“I’ll invite her over tonight for dinner.” Youngjae offered to the enthusiastic pleasure of his fellow group members.

“Jagi…” Youngjae chuckled as she peered over his shoulder. “I can do this on my own.”

“Just let me help!” she whined. “The peppers could afford to be sliced a bit thinner.”

Youngjae dropped the spoon from his hand and turned around, grabbing her cheeks in his hands, “Go...spend time with them. They miss you, all of them.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” she whispered and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I promise, I’ll be fine.” he smiled, “Now, Bambam...I’m not sure he’ll survive another second without you.

“I love you.” she grinned leaving another kiss on his lips.

“I love you too. Now let me finish dinner, since I told you I would be cooking for you.” He kissed her again quickly and pushed her out of the kitchen and into the living room.

They fell into the ease of things quickly. Mark had even brought his girlfriend over so that the two could meet and they got along better than anyone could have expected. The home felt comfortable and happy again. Youngjae and JB were even talking and joking over dinner.

After dinner they all agreed on a game of charades and Youngjae, y/n, and JB were on a team together. Youngjae didn't even flinch when y/n jumped up and hugged JB after a particularly successful round. JB, however, did. The way she was pressed so firmly against him, her hair brushing against his neck and cheek.

He had to sit cross legged on the couch to hide the semi-hardon that was trying to become something more. The way she squeezed his arm excitedly as they tried to guess from Youngjae’s clues. He let himself imagine just for one round that she was his. His girl hanging off his arm while they hung out with his friends. When they lost to Jinyoung, Mark, and Marks girlfriend, JB made a quick excuse and disappeared into his bedroom.

Y/n went to the restroom soon after, having drunk too many glasses of wine. On her way out of the bathroom she could hear JB calling her name from his room. She could hear everyone laughing in the living room, Jackson and Youngjae specifically. She was torn between not wanting to upset Youngjae and feeling like he should just trust her. After Jb called her name a second time, more urgently than the first, she decided to go quickly and see what he needed.  

When she opened the door to his room she realized he had things more than handled. She was speechless as she watched him tugging frantically on himself. Her eyes were wide, heart pounding as she realized that he hadn't been calling her name, not really. It was mostly coming out of his mouth as gasps and moans. Tiny mistakes.  

She felt frozen in place as he leaned with one arm against his desk.  The muscles in his forearm were popping from the strain but she kept her eyes on his face. Eyes closed, lip tucked between his teeth, forehead scrunched in pain or pleasure. She didn't move from the door at all as she watched him reach his orgasm. He wiped himself clean with a tissue from his desk and turned to see her.

They stared at each other for what felt like days before she whispered, “I'm sorry. I heard my name...I thought...I'm sorry” and disappeared down the hall.

When JB went back into the living room it was just Yugyeom and Bambam. Youngjae and Y/n were in the kitchen together cleaning the dinner mess,  Mark had gone to take his girlfriend home and Jackson and Jinyoung had gone to the gym. Considering the overall calmness of the dorm he figured she hadn't told anyone about what she'd seen.

As they finished the dishes Y/N and Youngjae decided to go to bed.  She stopped in the living room and asked if JB had come out of his room.  

“Looks like he's outside.” Yugyeom said looking through the window to the balcony.

She gently squeezed Youngjae’s arm and tried to smile convincingly, “Hey, go get yourself ready for bed, I just need to talk to JB really quick and I'll meet you in there, okay?”

“Of course.” he smiled and placed a quick, loving kiss on her lips. “I'm sorry about before. I want you two to be friends.”

“Right,” she smiled tightly and then made her way out onto the balcony. The view outside was the same but the atmosphere was completely changed.  

He knew she was there but he was afraid to acknowledge it.  He knew that one way or another this conversation going to change everything.  “Please don't say anything. Let's just stand here for a second together.”

“JB…” she said quietly.

“Please.” he begged.

She moved next to him and they looked out over the city together like they did before things got complicated. So many thoughts ran through his head as they stood there together. His first thought was relief because he was sure she couldn't be mad at him. If she was mad at him she would have yelled at him or told Youngjae. His second thought was that maybe, if she wasn't mad, that might mean she felt something for him. His last thought, the one he knew might backfire on him was that he should kiss her. He thought that it may be the only shot he got to let her know that what he felt for her went deeper than what she saw.  

He turned to her, still without a word, and leaned in. His hand reached up to cup the back of her head as their lips met. She reached up and grabbed his wrist. He was too focused on how soft her lips were, the way he always imagined they would be, to realize she was trying to pull away. When he finally noticed her hand trying to pull his arm from cupping her head, and the terrified muffles trapped in her mouth the damage was already done.  

When he pulled back the first thing he felt was the harsh sting of her palm against his cheek. “What were you thinking?” She asked mortified.

“I thought...I misinterpreted.” He said placing his hands over his face. “I'm so sorry.”

“I love Youngjae, you know that.”

“I hoped that maybe you loved me too,” JB whispered.

“I do,” She shook her head. “just not like that.”

His heart broke as he saw the fear in her eyes as she looked at him. “God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you.”

“I know.” her lips trembled as she tried not to cry. “You know I have to tell him.”

JB ran his hand through his hair, “Fuck.”

She stood outside Youngjae’s door for some time before gaining the courage she needed to tell him what had happened. When she opened the door she was shocked to see his suitcase open on the bed, already half full.  

“Jagiya…” she said cautiously.

He didn't even look up from where he was pulling clothes aggressively from his dresser. “Don't call me that.”

“Youngjae,” her whole chest tightened as his anger washed over her like a fire, he knew. “Please talk to me.”

“Why would I believe anything you have to say? You told me that I had nothing to worry about when it came to JB. That was a lie. You told me that you loved me.That was a lie.” he grabbed his phone cord and laptop and shoved them in the suitcase as well.

“I do love you!  You don't understand what you saw, let me explain,please.”

Without a word Youngjae stepped forward and cupped her head and pulled her into a kiss. She lifted her hand to his forearm and sunk naturally into his kiss. He pulled away but she squeezed his forearm in her hand. “That's what I saw.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks now. She couldn't find the words to explain what had happened. It broke her to know she had hurt him, she never wanted to see him upset and now she was the one that was causing him pain. Youngjae, her sunshine, the greatest boyfriend she could ever have imagined and somehow she'd fucked everything up.

“Where are you going?” she whimpered.

“My brother's place. He said he has space for me.”

Her arms ached to reach around him but she knew now wasn't the time. “Will you let me know once you've gotten there safely?”

“What do you care?”

“Youngjae, please, I love you.”

“Funny way of showing it.” he muttered. Finally looking up at her he saw her tears and he hated this moment more than anything. More than seeing her kiss his best friend. Her sadness was the worst pain for him. He sighed, “Fine. I'll text you.”

“Thank you.” she sniffed, “Maybe when you're cooled down we can talk?”

“Maybe if you keep pushing your luck I won't ever speak to you again at all.” he said zipping his bag.  

Her apology came out as a whisper. She moved back as he dropped his suitcase to the floor and she watched him wheel it from the room.  She stood in the doorway of his room and watched as he walked down the hall. When she turned she saw Bambam and Yugyeom standing in their doorways. No one said a word.

[aliceellablog]

Utter Rantage

It’s Friday night… It’s Top of the Pops… It’s not…I’m not sure why that came into my head… I’ll start again.

It’s Friday night… and I am sat on the sofa alone eating a stupidly large Toblerone on the verge of tears.

I’ve been crying on and off all day and not really managed to shake it. Balls.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand why I feel like this and why Brian acts the way he does (for new readers, Brian is what I call my brain…yep…)

Why do I have days when I feel like I could conquer the world- or rather, make it as a singer, and then days where I question the whole thing and think I should just accept that I am unwell and live my life watching Jeremy Kyle, This Morning, and Catfish, living on microwave meals and Haribo.

I suppose I should start with the fact that I haven’t been sleeping, which has been a problem on and off since I got ill at 14. I try to go to bed at a reasonable hour and when I get into bed I am EXHAUSTED. I feel like I am going to fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. But instead Brian likes to go through every little thing that I have done, or not done, that day. He then likes to plan a minute by minute account of what I am going to do the next day and play out every possible scenario and outcome. Then he usually spends a bit of time obsessing over the fact that I am SO tired yet I haven’t fallen asleep yet. We then go over the fact that I have or haven’t taken a sleeping pill and when it might kick in.

We try slow breathing, thinking of ‘nothing’, sleep apps that play the sound of a rainforest (it also plays the sound of a hoover and a little ‘medieval’ tune with like a flute or something…. Oh and frogs… who wants to fall asleep to that?!) and we also try counting sheep. I have on numerous occasions closed my eyes, and genuinely pictured a field full of sheep and counted as each little fluffy bastard jumps over some random little fence. IT HAS NOT WORKED.

I’ve tried routine, having a bath before bed, no looking at my phone for an hour before bed… ok…. I struggled with that one… but Brian just doesn’t like to be left alone. Go away Brian!! Let me sleep!!

So yea… that probably isn’t helping with how I feel, but the weird thing is that I have been doing a lot better recently in general. I’ve been managing to do the odd song writing session and studio work- even though some have been a right old struggle to get through. I have also been really on top of all the admin and email / promotion side of things for the first time in forever.

I do actually feel like I have a sort of ‘plan’ and it’s slowly coming together with regards to meetings I’ve got coming up, the new single (24 Obsession) I am releasing and even planning the next release after that… the thing is… I can then go in to panic mode. Ah!

Like… I book all these great things, but then, what if I can’t make it?? Shall I just cancel them? Or cancel some of them so I have more rest time in-between? I already try to plan SO carefully and don’t book more than one thing on one day- how frustrating is that!!!! But I’m kinda used to that and if I can do one thing on a day that’s still one thing more then nothing eh!! (OMG I just said something positive! Yay me!!) But then I tend to have one good day and over book myself and get in a right old pickle!!

It really does get me down the amount of time it takes me to do things compared to a ‘healthy’ person. I know I should be grateful if I can do anything at all, and I am, but life isn’t like that and everything is relative. I kind of see it that a ‘normal’ person could do what I do in a week in two days. For example in 7 days if I was having a really good week, I reckon I could do a writing session, recording sesh, and maybe a meeting?? Thats like 2 days worth of stuff right? Sorry I really am just feeling sorry for myself now, but then take into account the fact that I’ve just had pretty much 2 years out, and keep having to have weeks / months off at a time and you might get the idea. Well.. I mean 14 years really... I just mean 2 years recently ya know....

Then I see people having social lives. People going to work and then going out after for ‘drinks’ or whatever. I know I’ve said it in another blog before but I am desperate to be able to go out with friends and have a drink and a dance. It kills me that I can’t. And pretty much every weekend I have to either watch as my (gorgeous amazing best friends) housemates do their thang and go out and have fun, (Luckily they also enjoy staying in with me and watching tele sometimes ;) but if it’s not them going out then its the whole of bloody Facebook and Instagram with their ‘one bottle or seven’ memes. Yes you are having a great time, but I am not, so go away.

Bitter?? Me?? Never ;) ;)

This then begs the question - should I quit social media?? We all have this problem- everyone’s lives looks better than your own- I mean to be honest if I were to scroll through my Instagram feed I think it looks like I am a healthy girl, having fun, following my music career dreams without a care in the world- but then of course we only really put pictures up of the good bits, and if we decide to share the bad times they are usually few and far between and there’s always that risk that it can come across as a cry for attention. I hate attention I do… HAHAHA oh I make myself laugh- is this me trying to get attention though? Nah… what with my like… 6 Tumblr followers I definitely see this as more like therapy. And I do it in the hope other people will read this, relate to it, and then not feel quite so alone. Anyway, god I am on a right rantage now aren’t I!?!?!

Where was I… Ok so I could leave social media and get rid of all the jealousy I feel when I see people who appear to have perfect lives, or at least seem to live a life that I want. But…. #FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) What if I miss an important post? (I have actually got a lot of music related jobs etc through Facebook and it is one of the key self promotion tools when it comes to releasing your own music!) How will I know what my friends and people I know are up to… OK that one felt weird to type- I heard it- if they are your real friends then message them or talk on the phone!! But realistically there are tons of things I know my friends, family and acquaintances have done or are doing purely because of Facebook and the like.

I don’t know. But I know I look through it all way too often.

So I usually do a bit of a recap of the last two weeks in these blogs… as I have the worst memory of anyone I think I’ve ever met (can’t remember) I shall get the diary out…

Ok so I’ll start with the fact that I had my old band round for dinner which was LOVELY!! I was having a bit of a bad day and didn’t think I would be up to it but once they got here and Chinese food had been ordered I was a much happier bunny :) The last gig I did with them was around two years ago for the launch of my first single ‘Summer Sun’ - at one point in the evening we were reminiscing about it all and I broke down into tears infront of them all - a bunch of lads- which was highly embarrassing but maybe that just showed them how much I care, and how much I miss it. Anyway we had a lovely catch up and fingers toes and flaps crossed we will be gigging together in the not tooooo distant future!! :)

I spent the next five days at home going between resting and working on a new youTube video- It’s a cover of ‘Stay’ by Zedd ft. Alessia Cara and it is my entry for this month’s MTV Cover of the Month Competition- here’s the link to the comp if you fancy voting for me - you can ‘clap’ as many times as you like ;) ;) THANK YOU!!!!!!

http://www.mtvcoverofthemonth.com/v/253144

And here’s the link to the video on the YouTubes, I really hope you enjoy watching it :) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpVtfAuZ97s

On the Sunday we filmed that video at an amazing studio just down the road from where I live (massive yay!) and it was so great to work with Matt Allen :) He’s an amazing videographer and editor and was super fun and easy to work with.

On the day I actually felt quite up for it, but about an hour into the three hour shoot and I was having major internal panic about how tired and basically awful I felt. Anyway, got through it and got it done YAAAAASSS :D

A few days after that and I was back down to Biggin Hill (the other end of the Earth) to record some vocals with Warren. We were recording the final vocals for the next single release (after 24 Obsession) and I am honestly SO freaking happy that we managed to finish them!! Next will be some production changes and then getting the remixes done and the video etc etc etc, but the reason why I am already working on the next single is so that once I release this one there won’t be another long ass wait until the next one :)  Although to be fair to myself the main reason for this two year gap has been the elf!

Oh and I also beat Warren 19-4 when we were watching catchphrase!! LOOOOL!! - I am so obsessed with this gameshow- I even applied to be on it and got to the auditions stages- then I was told that I had made it to being a reserve for the show….so close!!! I will definitely be applying again next series though!! It is my calling!!

Then it was back home for a bit more resting and coco-pop action :) This felt ok though as I had done the video and the studio sesh, it actually felt like it was deserved rest.

The next eve I went to see one of my favourite people play his own sell out gig in Camden- Okiem- check him aaaaat!! He is a pianist who has played for all kinds of acts including Tinie Tempah, Delilah, Duke Dumont etc etc and is now writing and performing his own classical / cinematic music which I can assure you is bloody beautiful!!!

I went with one of my bestests who I live with - Grace- who is genuinely one of the funniest girls I think I have ever met! Oh the stories I could tell you about her :) But not only is she hilarious she is also caring, kind, and she gives a shit- to be fair she’d had a few drinks, but during the concert she turned round to me and just said how if I ever wanted to talk to her or have a rant about anything she is always there and wants to listen and be there for me. I think she knows that I try not to talk about my health stuff too much as I feel like it must get so boring and ‘woe is me’ for all my housemates, but I could tell that she was being genuine and I almost burst into tears there and then… I just about managed not to….. but it meant so much.

The gig was amazing and I was SO proud of Oak!! He is one of the cowriters and producers of that next single that I was recording the vocals to you see! Ah I am a lucky gal!

The next day I travelled down to Sussex to be with Mumma bear :) She has just had a little operation so I wanted to come and spend some time with her and look after her. MY goodness… she is the most inspiring person I have ever met… I mean after all.. she did have me ;) ;) no but seriously, I think she’s had like twenty something operations in her life. I won’t list them but they include tumours of the spine and all sorts. She has had a constant battle with her health throughout her whole life too so I think that’s probably why we understand each other so much.

So having said that I really wanted to come home and look after her, but while I was there I had a really bad few days and spent most of the time on the sofa with Ollie (my cat). Rubbish. But we did have some good quality time together and I managed to cook her a few meals at least :)

I felt like I had been doing really well up until that point and can’t really see a ‘reason’ why I felt so bad.

That’s the thing, I am always searching for reasons, like having over done it, or that I ate the wrong things or didn’t do this or that, but sometimes there just is no reason that I can see, and that pisses me right off. Like what am I supposed to do?? Push through it even if I feel like I am going to collapse? Rest even though then my stamina levels will go back down and everything will be that much harder the next day and days after that? Ugh.

I have been talking lots about the LP (Lightning Process) in my last few blogs as it is something I am really trying to do….. I truly believe that it has been really helpful but then I just sometimes get days like this when it’s like nothing can shake how shit I feel.

I’ve been so tearful too and just feel like giving up- which is the exact time that I should be doing the LP!! It is so confusing and hard to do!! You basically have to do it all the time especially when you are at your worst….which is by far when it is the hardest. I have been doing it the last few days but I know I haven’t been doing it enough. But why? Is it my brain? Surely I am in control of it? I don’t know. Maybe Brian is back in control. 

Anyway I have been typing for a long time now and I’m gonna get into bed... well... some sofa cushions on the floor - (staying at any brothers place tonight, which has been lovely as him and his gf Holly just got engaged!!!! How exciting!!!!) and try and sleep it off and wake up tomorrow with a fresh head.

I HAVE to work out a way to control Brian. Why does he want me to fail to bad? I can’t let him win. I won’t let him win. Silly Brian. ;) x 

[loseitall-ff]

14. Part 2

Hearing Liana talking in my bed made me wake my ass up, my eyes shot open looking to the side of me and seeing my little lady smiling at me “who you talking too?” I said all groggily “you silly” blinking my eyes several times, I am so tired and mind you I have had all the hours sleep, I feel worse. Liana got me sleeping early, I got bored and fell asleep “you should be sleeping in your princess bed baby, not mine” Liana pushed the bed covers back “I sleep here, I like it” watching Liana slowly slip out of my bed “where you going?” watching her run off, well happy birthday to me. Even my daughter is running away from me, I am shocked that I am spending my birthday like this but I wouldn’t change this for anything. Laying on my side facing the door, I can hear Liana doing something but I am too comfortable in bed to even move and check on her.

The bedroom door flew open “daddy, mommy got this” seeing Liana hold a card and a box. Lifting my head up from the pillow frowning, Liana ran to my bed, placing the things on the bed. Picking the card and box “help!!” Liana shouted, she can’t get her ass up on this bed “you can stay there now for getting out of my bed” shuffling up on the bed “daddy!!” Liana whined, I chuckled reaching over. Pulling Liana up “where did you hide this? I swear I looked in your bag” placing the things in my lap “mommy” Liana is a snitch, I can get information from this girl “so mommy got this?” I asked, Liana looked at me all wide eyed nodding and then shook her head “is it a yes or no baby?” she is confused or Robyn told her to shut her mouth “she say no tell” Liana mumbled “but you just told me” letting out a low chuckle “thank you so much baby” lifting the card up from my lap, Liana wrapped her arms around my neck.

Pulling the card out, turning it around “me!!” Liana shouted, seeing the picture of me and Liana at the side of the card, reading the other side of the card “Happy Birthday to my hero” I read out, swallowing the lump in my throat. Opening the card, seeing Robyn’ writing on the right hand side of the card, looking on the left side “did you draw this? My little artist” looking at Liana, she grinned “it’s so pretty, like you” I have no idea what that is but it is art from my daughter, reading the right hand side “thank you for being the dad any girl would love to have, no matter what or what anyone says you are a hero to us both. You will be Liana’ first love and that is all wanted for our daughter, have a great birthday Chris” closing the card smiling “thank you so much” pressing a kiss to Liana’ cheek. Lifting the long black slim box “do you know what this is?” I asked Liana, she shook her head “well this is a surprise for the both of us then” opening the box slowly, seeing a gold diamond encrusted bracelet “wow” this bracelet band is thick and the gold, looks so beautiful “your momma spending money on me, I love these. Thank you” placing the bracelet in my lap, wrapping my arms around Liana pressing kisses to her face “appreciate you women in my life” so blessed.

Placing the pan in the sink “you should be making me breakfast, not you making me do it. You like your eggs though, did I make them good for you?” Liana nodded chewing her food, well I did well if she is eating it, and she is making a mess on the kitchen counter though. She didn’t want to sit down, she wanted to sit on top of the kitchen counter island and eat on there “so shall we hit up a party tonight baby? I was thinking we should go to the club” holding my plate in hand with my phone, tapping Robyn’ text she sent back.

From: Robyn

To: Chris

It’s ok, have a nice birthday x

Placing my plate down, texting Robyn back but the buzzer went off “you stay there ok? Do not move or you want to get off?” If she falls I am a dead man “I stay” she likes my food which is a blessing, making my way to the door. Jogging up the steps that lead to the door, opening the locks and opening the door. Seeing someone stood outside the gate, looking behind my door and unlocking the gate. I should really put a top on, my nipples are playing havoc. I would usually be having sex for my birthday, this is a whole different vibe. Seeing this little woman walking over to me with roses, a box and a balloon “Christopher Brown” she said my name, she is acting like my face doesn’t answer her question “uh yeah” I said, taking the bunch of roses from her “oh wow it is Chris Brown” she said all wide eyed “yeah” smiling at her “I mean, I didn’t think. Wow, well this for you. Happy Birthday” taking the balloon and box from her “thank you” now she is in shock, at first she was acting all normal with me.

Making my way to the kitchen “wonder who sent these baby” Liana held her hand out, she wants my birthday balloon. Placing the roses and box down, passing the balloon to Liana “unless uncle Mijo sent me roses, I doubt it. Unless it’s your momma, you think she would do this” looking at the roses and grabbing the small card “I think it’s your mom anyways” pulling the card out, blowing out air seeing just a winky face on there. That was useless, placing the card down “let’s see what is in this box” pulling it open, seeing the box filled with what was supposed to be chocolates, it is filled with gummy bears “candy!!” Liana yelped, chuckling lightly “this has to be your mom, I did the same to her” placing the lid back on.

Watching Liana push her baby in the stroller around in my living room, she is in a world of her own. I have been watching her just talking to herself, feeding the baby and then telling the baby off because her hair was a mess, which Liana made it a mess herself. I wouldn’t have it any other way, I didn’t think I would have had my daughter with me, I didn’t think I would have ever have Liana in my home or have Liana with me alone. Robyn trusts me after Ava taking a picture of Liana, I guess because Ava is totally dead and gone and I have a new home Robyn is moving on too “Liana” I said rubbing my face “you think we should go and surprise mommy?” It is my birthday so I get to be mischievous and can ask for things and hopefully get away with it “we see woof woof dad!” I guess that means yes, I’m going to bring my birthday to Robyn and annoy her life.

I hate Chris, I told him to stop with the flowers and I did it back to him, he did warn me about this. Staring up at this disgustingly huge bear in the middle of my reception lobby “thank you” I said through gritted teeth, I have a dog, bear, roses upon roses, pictures, food. I do not know what to do anymore, I keep saying I forgive him and to stop but he won’t listen. I may post this on Instagram, actually fuck it I am going to do that right now. Pulling my phone out from my pocket, stepping back. Coco has already made herself comfortable near the bear, pointing my camera at the things. The world will think I got a secret admirer when in real terms, it’s just Chris Brown. The man that brings every emotion out of me. Captioning the picture ‘when he don’t take no for an answer :)’ he literally will not stop.

Stroking the top of Coco’ head, her eyes are half closing. I have kind of fell for little coco now, even though at first I wanted to ship this thing back to him. The home is so quiet without Liana, I usually like having people around and I am so proud of myself because I don’t feel scared at all being on my own, seeing my phone vibrating at the side of me. Seeing Jay z’ name, picking the phone up. Pressing the phone against my ear “hi Jay” Coco woke her ass up straight away “hey Rih, just thought I would call to see how you was” Coco started to try and climb up on me, her little bark “I’m good thank you, it was nice to see you at the show. Blue looked beautiful” which she did “thank you, Liana is a princess. A diva” my baby is a diva “I just wanted to say how is yours and Chris’ relationship, it is strictly baby father and he sees Liana right?” furrowing my eyebrows confused “uhm yes, why? He is around for Liana” why is he even asking this “I just want to protect the person I love, Chris is not a good man. He will bring your name down, you both looked too close at the show backstage” rolling my eyes “he was there for Liana, like honestly Jay. It has nothing to do with anyone. I don’t mean to be rude but he is a great father” the phone beeped in my ear, moving my head away from the phone and looking at who it is trying to call me “Jay, I will call back. I need to take this” I don’t wish to speak to Jay actually.

Answering Joyce’ call “hey Joyce, how are you?” someone I want to speak too “Hiya sweetie, sorry to call. But do you know where Chris is?” blinking several times, am I Chris’ keeper. The buzzer went off at the door, what is happening today “erm no, he has moved. I mean he is in the rented property with Liana, did he not give you the address?” getting off the couch slowly “he never gave me the address, that boy drives me crazy. I am at his home, nobody is here besides his dogs” shuffling towards the door, the buzzer went off again “I will give you the address actually, I can text you it” unlocking the door, pulling the door back. My mouth gawked in shock “Liana!?” seeing my daughter in front of me dressed like the girl version of Chris, looking around her and seeing nobody here “What the hell?” I spat in shock, Liana giggled. Then his stupid face popped out of nowhere with a cake in hand “happy birthday to me” he said, Liana clapped with Chris as they both danced in front of me. Staring at both my daughter and Chris in shock “uhm Joyce, I will call back. I have some uninvited guests here” disconnecting the call.

Waiting for Chris and Liana to stop being stupid, crossing my arms “what is this?” I asked, Chris let out a laugh “well uhh. We bought you some cake, birthday cake, cake, cake, cake” he started singing, Liana just adores Chris. He starts singing and his support act starts dancing, trying to keep a straight face “you can take this bear with you actually” opening the door for them to come in “I thought I had a daughter, why are you dressed like a little boy. Who did your hair?” Liana pulled her sleeves back on the Bape sweatshirt “daddy” she ran inside seeing this huge bear “did you just buy that?” I questioned seeing the cake “yeah, nobody else finna buy me cake unless I am doing a house party. I went to Walmart” closing the door behind him “you should have told me, I might have took pity on you and bought you a cake. Maybe even a fleshlight” grinning at him, Chris did a sarcastic laugh “well as long as it is shaped like your pussy then we good” hitting his arm “stop it” Liana doesn’t need to hear filth “you can drop the cake off and leave” I still need to figure out where I am going to put this bear.

Chris seems like a lost puppy, he is so damn used to being the hoe he is. He should be going to the club like he usually does “your mom is actually looking for you, shall I tell her to come here?” Chris shook his head “oh nah, I’ll text her” watching Chris sit his ass on my kitchen counter top “so you made yourself at home now” he pulled candles out from his bomber jacket pocket “I know you didn’t want to miss my birthday so I bought it to you” I cannot get angry with him, why is he like this. The buzzer at the door went off, glaring at Chris “I swear to god” Chris had this cheeky grin playing on his face “you better tell me right now, is it you!? What is it now” Chris shrugged “I don’t know what you are speaking about, could be a dildo on special delivery. We just don’t know” he said with the biggest smile on his face, slowly walking backwards “seriously done with you” I said trying to keep an angry face with him.

Pulling open the door “Dominoes” I said, my face scrunched up. The female stared at me all wide eyed and then looked down at the paper “Badgalriri? Dang! I should’ve known” the girl stomped her foot looking like she is about to have a breakdown “the Rihanna Fenty, my god. I love you so much” is this even for me “these are for you” she pulled out two large pizza boxes and four smaller boxes, taking them from her in confusion “man, I just. I love you” she walked off backwards staring at me, she pointed at me as she did. I feel like I am in a twilight zone, what is even happening. Kicking the door shut, walking to the kitchen with the pizza boxes in my arms “ayyyyy pizza is here Liana! Party has just started” Chris jumped off the counter top, placing the boxes on the side “you ordered this?” I pointed “yep, I was hungry and so was Liana. I told you, we wanted to make you feel wanted” Liana slapped my leg “food” she lifted her arms up at me, what am I going to do with these two.

Chris didn’t even touch the pizza boxes, just stood watching “I am not touching these, you are staring at me all suspicious” I don’t trust him “nah Robyn. I am just being a gentleman and letting you go first, don’t be like that” Liana whined in my arms, she is hungry. Moving the small boxes off the pizza boxes, lifting the lid of the pizza. Pushing it back, I sighed smiling “why are you being like this?” he really got them to do a heart shaped pizza “being like what? You not read the message” he pointed, looking up at the message “life without you is like a pizza without cheese. I love you” placing my hand over my mouth giggling “I give up” I said through my laughs “I knew you would love it, I think about these things” he is forever making me laugh “that is the corniest thing to happen to me, only you would come up with such a thing” shaking my head smiling.

He has totally gone overboard with the pizza, there is so much here. I will leave this for him to take home, grabbing the small box and throwing it in the trashcan. Seeing the birthday cake in the middle of the island with the candles at the side, Liana is awake still and Chris is about to fall asleep with the amount of pizza he has had, let me do this for him. I always keep a lighter handy as I lit the candles on the cake, I feel somewhat upset like he deserves so much more, but I wish he just said it. Placing the lighter on the counter. Picking the cake up and making my way to the living room, I would sing Cake to him but my daughter is here and I need to act right “this is not much but here it is. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you” I sang as I walked over, Chris sat up with Liana on his lap with the biggest smile on his face. Leaning down with the cake in hand “make a wish” Chris closed his eyes poking his lips out “when you’re ready” Chris opened his eyes “come on Liana, blow the candles with me” Liana lifted her head up helping Chris to blow the candles out.

Sitting down on the couch across from Liana and Chris, they have both fallen asleep with the dog. They all look so cute, warms my heart to see this and it is something I do love to see but I just feel like Chris is being too good. This is not Chris, he should be somewhere in Vegas forgetting his name with some random hoe. I really wish he was always like this, I just still have that doubt in back of my mind. Picking my phone up from the side of me, shaking my head lightly unlocking my phone. Checking my messages, my sound engineer is booked for New York, I have no idea how long this album is going to take, I have a lot of ideas for this “you look in deep thought” Chris said out of nowhere, my head shot up to him “creep” was the first thing that came to mind, locking my phone “just reading some things” placing my phone to the side of me “can tell” clearing his throat “if you want to go out, I can take Liana for you. I won’t hold it against you, I feel like you haven’t had a good birthday” Chris chuckled “this is a perfect birthday, I got this bracelet and I am spending it here with the both of you” pulling a face “that is boring” he shook his head “not for me, it’s perfect.”

“You going to stop with these gifts though? Stop giving fake names to these people too, you know how many of them be having mental breakdowns” I am not even lying, they just be telling me how much they love me out there “same to you, I see you got me back” smiling at Chris “well I had too, but are you going to stop now?” Chris paused thinking “only if you let me take you out or you come to mine, just to talk. I will stop then, but if not then I need to keep doing it. So you know you are loved and I mean it” Chris drives a hard bargain, he is never equal “there is nothing to talk about” I shrugged “hmmm, there is and you know it. Just to talk without Cassandra telling me to leave you. I meant when I said we can take this shit slow, if you didn’t want me then you wouldn’t have had me here on your couch.” he always clocks me, I hate when he does that “I guess” I mumbled looking down at my nails.

[tofusoups]

OK ANYWAYS HI I’M LATE :( i keep deciding to do the carat anon stuff before bed n i get tired halfway thru n just end up sleeping hnsfdkg SORRY T__T omg yes the update is soooo fun it makes me wish i could go swimming rn ;;;;; the mermaid set is literally SO cute i want everything even though i probably won’t use any of it LOL also omg who are ur villagers + favorite villagers!!!!! omg yeah that’s valid home n thanks r not faves but u have to be in the right mood for emotional edm by wz lmao(1)

also that’s valid my my isn’t exactly their old freshteen sound but it’s still cute i think (also personally i’m obsessed w how many dino lines there are LOL) i’m glad u liked it to an extent though! maybe the stockholm syndrome will b in ur favor 😌 omg wait AK is alaska right i literally don’t know my states i don’t remember anything from history in hs 😭 i don’t think i could ever stand winter there or anywhere besides cali tbh i get cold so easily T__T (2)

but summers must be so nice there, probably perfect weather!! OMG YES i rlly hope u get 2 see them too sometime!!! i’ve also heard a lot of ppl say that they’ll bring friends that are non-fans but rlly enjoy svt concerts a lot :O so def worth it no matter how much of a fan u are LOL tbh they performed like half old songs n half newer songs? but if they did a summer world tour again i think it would have a lot of their older songs to match the season!! (3)

also i’ll probably check out the playlists next week that’s when i’m probably gonna delete like half of my playlist to update it LOL i’m super excited to listen to all ur recs! i listened to xs n it sounds SO good omg???? it’s got 00’s pop vibes literally my favorite type of music! omg for flor my favorites r slow motion (the one in their reimagined album) dancing around, white noise, and get behind this! i love them sm :(((( omg hopefully this sends tumblr is still limiting my asks - 🍊 (4)

omg no its okay <3!!! i keep forgetting too itll be like 2-3 days later n im like WAIT i forgot to send an ask..dlsjfdklfjkdf and same!! i miss swimming sm so ive rlly been enjoying doing it in acnh and i really love the diving !! the wetsuits r so cute too T_T my villagers currently are bob raymond marshal diana vladimir octavian snake coco erik and phoebe rn!!! bob is like my all time fave but i also love marshal and coco sm <333 i rlly want stitches T_T what r ur villagers + faves??? 

also yeah edm has to grow on me skfdsf...... and YES king dino get those lines!! i think i rlly started to like left and right bc of how popular it is w their tiktok vids n etc ... like i WILL rip it rip it... 

also yes BDJSF alaska!!! i know its very cold here but i kinda luv it.. summers are super pretty its very bright, basically no sunset here so u can stay out late ^___^ pretty flowers n nature !!! but like all ive been doing is working so i dont see that much KSDJKSJDS

yeah i rlly wanna!! IM SO SAD i remember in oct i went to a concert w my bff in seattle n i was looking up other performances in seattle bc honestly.. super fun going there for concerts...AND THEY HAD 17!! in jan 2020 for a concert in seattle ughh i rlly wanted to go T_____T but i had school ... i shouldve went tbh skfjkdf 

im still so glad they perform old songs it makes me 🥺like when they do that im reminded of all the love i have for them...they rlly are the best group ever huh! would u ever go to another concert of theirs?? also how was their concert u went to :O do u remember what they performed/ favorite performances during the concert??

also YAY im glad u like XS!! funny i was listening to it on repeat today.. it rlly is such a 2000s vibe i absolutely LOVE love it... and ill try to listen to those flor songs soon thank u sm for the recs 😭💗

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 55

“Jared” she nodded her hello as she walked onto the stage where soundcheck had just finished, he only nodded briefly and headed towards Shannon to discuss a few more details, “woww, ok, talk about a warm welcome back” Shayla sighed but the tourmanager shrugged “what did you expect? That they would welcome you with open arms? The way you were blazing out of here, burning every bridge behind you? Aiming all that anger at Harper..I have to say it only made them stronger and rightfully so, Coco's one of the kindest, warmest souls anyone has ever met and the fans just adore her”. Bam, first shot was fired right between the eyes “Whatever..just point me in the direction of a laptop and the itinerary, it's probably been a complete mess here without my expertise” she hoisted her handbag higher over her shoulder “oh and another thing, tell Sean to keep his lying and cheating ass as far away from me as possible” and stomped off. “I did it Shan, I popped the question” Jared waited for his brother to put his sticks down and follow him, he just needed someone to talk to, “No?! Oh my god..and what..what did she say?”. Jared showed him the mail conversation “oh Jared, that's no way to ask a girl to marry you..sending her an e-mail? That's something you ask face to face not via some old skool way of communication..although old skool is kinda romantic..anyway, are you for real? I mean, you've known each other for how long? Weeks? Thank god, she's smarter than you, she's keeping it very real, I mean that's a very elegant 'no' right there” his thumb hovered over her answer and suddenly Jared's heart sank, elegant was definitely one of the least things that could be said about her. For most of his adult life he had been on the other side, fearing that one of the million girls with their million anonymous faces would ask him or even raise the topic of marriage, walking away before any of them could..but now..now was different and she brushed him off..sucks..sucks real hard!. Jared grabbed his phone out of Shannon's hand all annoyed “yeah yeah, anyway, doesn't matter” he mumbled, “yes it does, it does matter, it's heartwarming to see how much you two love each other, it's not something you see every day anymore, just don't be impulsive, the rest of your lives is a reaaaallly long time”. The more his brother tried to make him see sense, the more upset he got, he needed to see her and talk about this now..or just be with her was fine too, as long as he was around her.

And draw and paint was exactly what she did, a few delicate drawings of that handsome devil in bed with that cathedral of a body.., and a wet canvas with wild, primary colors to get the frustration out of her system, it just felt good to be doing what she loved again. He gently opened the door, there she was, her glorious body beautifully silhouetted against the diffuse late afternoon light streaming into the room, “hey” noticing him she turned around, she looked incredible even with smudges of paint on her face and clothes. “Hey” he pulled her body tightly against his, their lips locking in a hungry kiss that didn't feel awkward at all, thank god, “I missed you” was there anything else he could still say to her? in his mind he heard himself constantly repeat that same line over and over, it was true, he constantly missed her. Opening his eyes when she pulled out of the kiss, he stared at the result of a day's work “that's..amazing..even though it's me”, she followed his stare “ah, yes, that's just some dabbling” and shrugged, it was still weird to get instant feedback on her work. “Dabbling??” he took his phone from his pocket and started taking pictures but she pushed his hand down “hey, that's for Instagram” he gave her a puzzled smile, “no, it's not..I don't care about Instagram, all I care about right now is just being with you” she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a seductive grin. “Aha! Is that right? And how do you want to be with me?” he bit his lip and then licked it, “oh I don't know” she snuck her hands underneath his shirt and let them caress his abs for a few seconds before they ventured south and unbuckled his belt, something in his head popped in pure joy when she yanked his fly open and let herself slide to her knees, touching and feeling every bulge and every straight line and curve on her way down. She wasn't gentle at all, before he knew it she was stroking him up and down, caressing his hard cock against her cheeks, suggesting that it was gonna get moist and hot pretty soon, “Yum” her eyes shot up to his, letting her tongue run up  the long, thick shaft before it disappeared between her warm, full lips to sink further into her mouth that seemed designed for accomodating him. Grabbing hands dug into her hair, she wanted it rough well she could get it real rough, yanking it hard so he slipped out of her mouth, question marks in her eyes when he barked “look at me”, her mouth still hanging open. “Beg” he barked again, taking two deep breaths and licking her lips she submissively whispered “please?” but that wasn't enough, “please what? And this time with a little bit more enthusiasm”. All she could focus on was that dick twitching in anticipation in front of her, I'll craw through dirt, I'll do anything to get that massive stick inside of me “I really need it” a dramatic flap of eyelashes that stirred something animalistic awake deep inside of him, no begging necessary anymore, this was gonna be the ride of his life he could feel it.

An hour later he kissed that tiny ticklish spot on her collarbone, she flexed with a little giggle “stop, I'm too exhausted for another round” she whispered, “I'm not, but I'll let you off the hook as I have to be on stage soon” he put his head down on her chest listening to her heartbeat slowing down after a very wild round, absolute bliss in every second of it. He took a deep breath “shouldn't we be talking about this?” he lifted his head again and kissed the spot between her breasts, “about what?” uh-oh, please don't let it be about... ”Oh I don't know, maybe about the fact that you declined my marriage proposal”. Exactly the one thing she didn't want to discuss “come on, Jay..let's not do this..” she tried to wriggle free, she just felt so awkward. “Ohhh no you don't, you stay right here, we ARE gonna talk about this” he pushed her back down on the mattress and put her body in a lock so she couldn't get away, “look, I know it came as a surprise but I just felt and feel it, it's all going so well, we're right together..and you're the first woman I've asked..maybe you've had to fight off all the guys proposing to you..what are you so afraid of? Don't you believe in 'us'?”. Why did they have to discuss this now? Why spoil the moment? “What am I afraid of? Oh, I don't know..weren't you and Shannon raised by a single mom?” her tone of voice changed from soft to crabby, “yes but what has that got anything to do with it?”, she could hardly believe her ears, marriage equalled getting yourself into a whole lot of trouble. “What? It's got everything to do with it, I don't want to be raising kids on my own” she snapped back, whooaaa, how did they get from getting all loved up to a blistering fight about to happen “who says we need to have kids? You clearly don't want them and neither do I?! I don't know what century you're from, but you don't need to get married to get kids anymore” he huffed. She roughly grabbed his hands and struggled herself free shooting up from the bed like an arrow from a bow to cover herself up quickly pulling a shirt over her head, her nakedness seemed completely unnecessary right now. Just when he got up too to go after her, there was a knock on the door “just a minute” he quickly hoisted his pants and up and buttoned up before he opened to door to Shayla “we're leaving in half an hour”. Was that a scowl on her face when her eye fell on the messed up bed and she picked up on the tension in the room? “fine, I'll be right down” he sighed and closed the door again to address that exact tension. “Babe” he softly said as she busied herself cleaning her brushes “do we really have to fight about this?”, Harper shrugged “no, because I'm clearly too stupid and old-fashioned for you, go on, get ready so you can talk to and be around much more intelligent grown ups” she sulked. “I refuse to fight over this, so I'm going to get ready and so are you because you're coming!” he unbuttoned his trousers again “so either you're getting under the shower with me right now or you can sit here and sulk” he challenged her but when she ignored him he shrugged “fine have it your way”.

”What's wrong? Did you two have a fight or something?” Shannon whispered when he saw Harper get into the second van with most of the crew instead of getting in with them, “don't ask” Jared let his brother get in, his stomach sinking with every second, she had given him the cold shoulder, refusing to talk when they really needed to and now there was no time. “Trouble?” Sean scooted next to her, getting a bit too close for comfort, she pushed him away a little to clearly mark the boundaries, “no, no trouble” she sighed as her phone ding-donged the arrival of an e-mail, not now Jared!. “Ok, well, this is the crew van and Jared is in the other one, I thought you'd be with him” oh shut up, Sean, can't a girl just be alone with her thoughts for a minute? “I'm still crew, aren't I?” she grabbed her phone, just to look busy so he would stop nagging.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: ?

Hey,

I always said I would never let the sun set on an argument, but as you can clearly see the sun is setting, can we just talk about this?

Don't be so frikkin stubborn!

I can't play a show like this!

Jared

'I always said', 'I would never', 'I can't play a show' 'I-I-I-I' everything was always about him, not about her, oh no, she was too old-fashioned, she was not as intelligent as he was, fuck off Jared, listening to you is like listening to my father sometimes! Puh! She pushed the phone back in her bag, yes she was sulking, so what?. Let him stew, see if I care? Yes of course I care, I don't want to lose him, he's just getting on my last nerve right now, especially with all that marriage stuff, I don't want to get married, get married and you can kiss all that passion and all that love goodbye, tsss! “Anyway, talked to Shayla yet? She's in the other van you know, with all the other important people” go on, be a bitch and take it out on Sean, he deserved a little snark once in a while.

[theworstbob]

yellin’ at songs: week thirty

brief reviews of the songs that debuted on the 8.2.1997, 8.4.2007, and 8.5.2017 editions of the billboard hot 100

8.2.1997

4) "Mo Money Mo Problems," by The Notorious B.I.G. ft./Puff Daddy & Mase

WELCOME BACK. I am refreshed, I have had a nice few days away from pop music, I got that sweet sub-2:30 in LTTP rando, and I'm coming back to this song, which, hey. It's a classic! I have nothing to add to the discussion around this song. This is one of the most enjoyable pop songs ever made, one of the most enjoyable rap songs ever made, people at the peak of their talents figuring out a magical way to rhyme over an incredible beat. Seriously, "I'm Coming Out" is one of the best songs ever made, and this improves on the foundation, and it's just this beautiful, magical place. It's so good. I am incapable of saying anything constructive in regards to this song. They nailed it. I don’t need to tell you how they nailed it because you can hear how they nailed it.

45) "Coco Jamboo," by Mr. President

So my opinion on this song is that I would have rather not listened to it, but a cursory glance of their Wikipedia page shows that this was a #1 single in Sweden. It reigned for five weeks in the fall of 1996, and it was preceded by "Wannabe" and  followed by a song from a band called E-Type named "Free Like a Flying Demon." You know what kind of owns? "Free Like a Flying Demon." It's not quite what I wanted "Free Like a Flying Demon" to sound like, I thought Sweden was still willing to make a #1 hit out of the occasional bitchin' metal jam (I'm probably thinking of Norway, those freaks mosh), but this sounds like a decent Depeche Mode outtake.

72) "Do You Like This," by Rome

Enh! I've had worse. Thank you for asking me how your song was! This review was much easier to write with the prompt! I also appreciate the way this dude is passionately drawing in every single breath. He is inhaling with PURPOSE. He feels these feelings so intensely, he has to gulp in all the oxygen he can so he can properly express his feelings. Also at one point he goes "nnnnnn" for seven seconds. This is the ur-R&B dude song.

75) "Can We," by SWV ft./Missy Elliott

The soundtrack for Booty Call has two unforgettable cuts, both in vastly different ways from each other. This is more in step with what I expected from the Booty Call soundtrack, just a smooth song asking if y'all DTF. Not that song that was just straight-up porn, just a song that sounds like the last half hour at a club and a last-ditch effort to make something happen. I like that. Especially after Rome being over-dramatic, I'm way into a song that's just, "I dunno, it's just sex. Y'all wanna do it or no?"

81) "Fix," by BLACKstreet ft./Ol' Dirty Bastard

WHAT IS THIS I LOVE THIS. HELL YEAH. I am so, so appreciative that BLACKstreet was willing to go on this adventure, and that Ol' Dirty was willing to hop on the bus with them. This was pretty amazing, though, hey, I'll cop to being a sucker for rock guitars where there typically aren't rock guitars. Slash did things! Slash toolded around in the studio for ten minutes and did enough amazing things to be featured in the song! This was hella fun, I hope more R&B artists made hard rock jams in 1997. I want to live in a world where I don't just hear Rome a thousand more times, I wanna hear this overtake Rome and his ilk for the definitive '90s R&B song.

90) "Can't Get You out of My Mind," by Lil' Suzy

Hey! You know how I haven't been that into Europop? You know how I've been enduring these garbage dance songs for the sake of experiencing the odd "Fulton Street" or "Fix?" GUESS WHAT, THIS WHITE GIRL FROM NEW YORK JUST DROPPED CULTURAL APPROPRIATION INTO THE MIX. I know I made fun of "It's Alright, It's OK," but I would listen to a thousand white girl journal entries before I listened to some girl from Brooklyn pretend she's from Hamburg.

You know what I forgot to do last week? The Top 20s! Here’s what 1997 looks like through 30 weeks. 20) "Step by Step," by Whitney Houston (3.15) 19) "Can We," by SWV ft./Missy Elliott (8.2) 18) "On and On," by Erykah Badu (1.25) 17) "I Want You," by Savage Garden (3.1) 16) "It Must Be Love," by Robin S. (5.24) 15) "Smokin' Me Out," by Warren G ft./Ronald Isley (6.21) 14) "Fix," by BLACKstreet ft./Ol' Dirty Bastard (8.2) 13) "Silent All These Years," by Tori Amos (3.22) 12) "What They Do," by The Roots (1.11) 11) "Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight)," by KRS-One (4.5) 10) "I'm Not Feeling You," by Yvette Michele (2.22) 9) "Bill," by Peggy Scott-Adams (3.29) 8) "Just Another Case," by CRU ft./Slick Rick (7.5) 7) "I'll Be," by Foxy Brown ft./Jay-Z (2.15) 6) "Felton St.," Leschea (6.14) 5) "Bitch," by Meredith Brooks (4.26) 4) "Mo Money, Mo Problems," by The Notorious B.I.G. ft./Puff Daddy & Mase (8.2) 3) "Return of the Mack," by Mark Morrison (3.1) 2) "Hypnotize," by The Notorious B.I.G. (4.26) 1) "Not Tonight (Ladies' Night Remix)," by Lil Kim ft./Angie Martinez, Left Eye, Da Brat & Missy Elliott (7.12)

8.4.2007

6) "What Time Is It," from the cast of High School Musical 2

Given that there will be hella High School Musical 2 in this space four weeks from now, I'd like to reserve the right to have a comment on High School Musical 2 until such a time that it is appropriate. This song is fun! Make sure to come back in four weeks to hear me say that again but longer!

7) "Sorry, Blame it on Me," Akon

...Did anyone else notice that Akon released an album in 2017? In this calendar year! I know it's hard to keep track of alll the things that are happening, what with the president yelling about how he can pardon himself and all, but I went to the AZLyrics page to clarify some of the lyrics, to, y'know, make fun of this shitty song where Akon is only passively-aggressively taking the blame ("even though the blame's on you/you can put the blame on me" christ dude either own your shit or don't), but there's an Akon album called Stadium with the number 2017 in parentheses next to it and song titles under it! The songs have lyrics! One song has a Ludacris feature! Oh, man. This is one album I am not going to listen to! (Follow-up: looks like it’s yet to be released. I am sorry for teasing you like this, I know how much you have been looking forward to hearing new Akon.)

85) "Ready, Set, Don't Go," Billy Cyrus

Everything about this song is gross and awful and I hate that it exists and I hate how it was brought to existence and I wish I had watched a lyric video instead of the music video because I hate looking at this freeloader's face. "This is where I don't say what I want so bad to say." YOU RELEASED THIS SONG TO RADIO. SHE CAN HEAR YOU. JUST NAME THE SONG "I DESIRE ATTENTION AND AM SO VERY HAPPY MY DAUGHTER ENDED UP BEIN' FAMOUS."

88) "You Can't Stop the Beat," from the cast of Hairspray

In 2007, there were multiple feature-length musical comedies featuring Zac Efron. It's not that we didn't have anyone else that could sing and dance while acting. We just decided to let Zac Efron have a go at it. Also, while I have not seen this film (either original or remake, would much rather see the original), I am so glad it exists. So, so very glad there is room in some subculture for John Travolta in drag and a fat suit.

89) "Bed," J. Holiday

Dipping back into 2007 R&B is weird after so much 1997 R&B because I have to come up with something different to say than "'90s R&B, amirite?" This song, though, it's always been a personal favorite. It's over-the-top, but it never feels silly, settles in this nice groove where it's this ridiculous song about fucking. It's probably a mid-tier '90s R&B song, but this was kind of the best 2007 had to offer; I'm not sure why else I'd remember it if it weren't the among the strongest things R&B had to offer that year. Fun fact! J. Holiday's most recent single is called "After We Fuck." Getting better with age like a fine, horny wine.

90) "Can't Leave 'Em Alone," Ciara ft./50 Cent

This is nice! (many hours pass) Nope, nope, still haven't formed any grander opinion on this song. Ciara whispers prettily, and Fiddy doesn't do anything to make the song less chill. Real quick? Team? Team? Real quick? I don't mean to presume, but I'm pretty sure the niceness of this song means the best song to debut on the Billboard chart the week of 4 August 2007 was "You Can't Stop the Beat." Guys, I know I've had my issues with 2017's music, but that's because it's boring. There's nothing wrong with boring, but the problem ends up being that the songs are just there, they're incredibly average. 2007 hasn't been funky in weeks. It's just been bad. Like, look at next week: you have "Stronger," which is a classic, but then three county dudes and whatever "Hood Figga" is gonna end up being. It's easy to yell at 2017 because it's new and we want it to be better, and we can yell at 1997 because of the occasional dip into horrible Eurodance, but I don't think any of the three years has wasted more of my time with songs that just blandly exist than 2007.

97) "Stranger," Hilary Duff

It's like someone decided to take "Beautiful Liar" and add 100% more of everything. Honestly, if they're gonna follow up "With Love" with this, I should be allowed to make whatever mean joke I made in the "With Love" review. If they're not gonna put any effort into their music, I shouldn't have to put effort into the review. (I think I've used that line in a previous review, so look at that, I'm doing it anyway, probably!)

99) "Online," Brad Paisley

This is one of the best country songs about catfishing in existence, as well as the only country song about the internet version of catfishing. This is a fine companion piece for "High Maintenance Woman," and my headcanon is that the maintenance man is also the main character of this song. I will never not appreciate Brad Paisley playing guitar and dad jokes, I can appreciate this very dad summary of how the internet works, and you KNOW your boy appreciates any song with a tuba section, however brief. It won't keep a cover of a 20-year-old musical closer from being the best 2007 song of the week, but it's a song with some degree of depth (and any degree of sweet, sweet tuba) that we can enjoy, and that's kinda "best-case scenario" territory with 2007 songs.

It has been nearly two months since we updated the 2007 Top 20. Since then, one new song has been added. 20) "Lip Gloss," by Lil Mama (6.9.2007) 19) "I Don't Wanna Stop," by Ozzy Osbourne (5.26.2007) 18) "Stolen," by Dashboard Confessional (4.21.2007) 17) "Beautiful Liar," by Beyonce & Shakira (3.31.2007) 16) "Cupid's Chokehold," by Gym Class Heroes ft./Patrick Stump (1.13.2007) 15) "The River," by Good Charlotte ft./M. Shadows & Synyster Gates (2.10.2007) 14) "Say OK," by Vanessa Hudgens (2.17.2007) 13) "Alyssa Lies," by Jason Michael Carroll (1.13.2007) 12) "Never Again," by Kelly Clarkson (5.12.2007) 11) "Can't Tell Me Nothing," by Kanye West (6.16.2007) 10) "Get Buck," by Young Buck (4.14.2007) 9) "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going," by Jennifer Hudson (1.13.2007) 8) "Thnks fr th Mmrs," by Fall Out Boy (4.28.2007) 7) "Candyman," by Christina Aguilera (1.13.2007) 6) "Misery Business," by Paramore (7.21.2007) 5) "Because of You," by Ne-Yo (3.17.2007) 4) "Umbrella," by Rihanna ft./Jay-Z (4.28.2007) 3) "Beautiful Flower," by India.Arie (6.16.2007) 2) "Dashboard," by Modest Mouse (2.17.2007) 1) "The Story," by Brandi Carlile (4.28.2007)

8.5.2017

75) "A Lie," by French Montana ft./The Weeknd & Max B

Like, this is what I mean when I say 2017 is incredibly average. I remember mostly enjoying the two French Montana songs on the chart, but I don't remember anything that happened in these songs. They don't do anything. They just exist, and they're pleasant to listen to, but no one's taking any risks. There's nothing wrong with a B-, B- is still above-average, but my stars, why settle? Does no one want an A? What are we doing here. What was I supposed to hear in this song to make me believe there are only 74 songs currently in existence which best encapsulate the present moment. It's not bad, I just want something to care about.

86) "Jerika," by Jake Paul & Erika Costell ft./Uncle Kade

This is a love song by a man who, every time he has ever seen any banana in his life, will chuckle, point, and say, "Penis." If I could go back in time and stop myself from starting this project, I would not, because my life is better for having "Felton St." and "Bill" and "Get Buck" and "It Ain't Me" in it, but I would give that time machine a long, long look before deciding not to board.

91) "Young Dumb & Broke," by Khalid

Absolutely fuck this song. Fuck this PBR'n'B version of an anthem. Fuck this dude's ironic detachment, fuck this go nowhere track, fuck that dumb Rodney Dangerfield-ass joke in the second verse, fuck whoever told this dude he was complex, and fuck the naked appeal to the #teens. American Teen. Do #teens actually listen to media with "teen" in the title? I mean, they must, they've been making songs with "teen" in the title since before Billboard published charts, but this song isn't for teens as it is for pretentious music writers who want to write thinkpieces about the state of R&B. This stupid song probably got an entire Slate article published about it by now, and he's only 19 for seven more months, and boy, won't it be a drag when he can no longer substitute his age for an identiy. What a fucking bore.

96) "Woman," by Kesha ft./The Dap-Kings Horns

Y'ALL, FUCK YEAH. Like, last week's song was last week's song, and I respect that it needed to be made. But you know what I like? I like when someone shouts about how happy they are to be alive over a saucy horn section, AND GOT DAMN, THIS DELIVERED ON THE PROMISE OF THE TITLE. Everything about this is good and pure and should be enjoyed without reservation and a daily fixture at every karaoke bar and shouted from the top of every mountain simultaneously and goddamnit it's not gonna be on the chart next week, is it. (This is only gonna be #18 on the list. When 2017 is on, it is goddamned ON, and that's what makes enduring the French Montanas and Khalids such a chore, because I know they can do better! They have done better, and frequently!) But man, this song, I am in love with the Scissor Sisters-y breakdown, I am going to buy space on the Jumbotron at a baseball game to propose to that breakdown, this song muthafuckin' rules.

Seriously tho the 2017 Top 20? 20) "Felices los 4," by Maluma (6.3) 19) "Bodak Yellow," by Cardi B (7.22) 18) "Woman," by Kesha ft./The Dap-Kings Horns (8.5) 17) "Smile," by Jay-Z ft./Gloria Carter (7.29) 16) "Love Galore," by SZA ft./Travis Scott (7.1) 15) "Bad Liar," by Selena Gomez (6.3) 14) "DNA." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 13) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 12) "Craving You," by Thomas Rhett ft./Maren Morris (4.22) 11) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 10) "Chanel," by Frank Ocean ft./A$AP Rocky (4.1) 9) "Strangers," by Halsey ft./Lauren Jauregui (6.17) 8) "Either Way," by Chris Stapleton (5.27) 7) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) 6) "Green Light," by Lorde (3.18) 5) "ELEMENT." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 4) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 3) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 2) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) 1) "Hard Times," by Paramore (5.13) There’s been hella jams in 2017, like there’s a reason it and ‘97 are tied in the standings (SPOILERTH), but man, you just get tired of hearing the same shit all the time, y’know?

Won won the week?

1997 won this week incredibly hard. 2017 put up a good fight at the end, but man, 1997 started strong and never looked back.

Current standings: 1997: 11 2017: 11 2007: 8 2007 is lagging behind, but next week is “Stronger” week, and 1997 doesn’t look to be lining up the strongest contenders, though I could be wrong and Nastyboy Kiick could be ready to dazzle me. What will 2017 bring to the table, and can Kanye carry a bunch of schmucks to a W? Find out!