#people love to tell me things like 'he would last thirty seconds and pass out on top of you' as if that is going to deter me

[commsroom]

if u wanna be horny for doug eiffel u have to make peace with, even find eroticism in, the fact that there is no way he is as good at sex as he thinks he is. he wants to be a dom so bad its unreal but he just doesn't have the stamina to do much. u can thank me later

this is so funny. don't worry, i have more than made my peace with this. i think it's sexy. eiffel thinks he's being smooth for things that are deeply corny + embarrassing, but anyone who would be charmed by someone like eiffel will be into that, so. it's a feedback loop. i don't think i'd say he wants to be a dom; he just wants to emulate whatever pop culture movie men he thinks are cool, and could maybe get a little too into roleplaying if you let him. overall he's just an average guy with very average taste. also he's got smoker's lungs and the worst diet ever and literally never exercises. and i want him.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Until I found you

The reader's nickname is princess. There are slightly spicy scenes so mdni. Fuck boy Eddie who quickly turns into simp for you Eddie, fluff and a bit of angst. 18+

❤️

The First time that Eddie met you was when he was running from a very irate ex fling. He had literally just ended things and she had taken it badly; even though he told Cassia that he wasn't a relationship guy, she still thought that she could change him.

So intent on getting away from the crying and yelling he fell arse over tit and landed in a heap at your feet.

Normally Eddie would put on the charm right about now but his mind had gone blank at your pretty smile and the amusement in your eyes.

"Uh hey, you wouldn't mind hiding me from my very angry ex would you?" you snort at his request and proceed to help him up.

Now he would like to say that he charmed the pants off you that night but he didn't. In fact it was weeks before that would happen.

Eddie didn't do love. He was too cynical for that shit and he had seen enough break ups and fighting from his own parents and couples around him in his early years that it stuck with him.

Truthfully when he was younger there was still an idealised part of him that dreamed of finding someone who would love him but after various disappointments it was easy to close off that part of him.

He was thirty nine and had yet to have a serious relationship, preferred to indulge in flings with like minded people; there were still a few women who liked to think they could change his mind despite his warnings but they were unsuccessful.

Some people liked nothing better than a challenge and Eddie was a challenge, but he was also stubborn and refused to change his mind about things.

Even when he met you he was still determined that you would be like the others, that this would be a short fling and then be over within weeks... well if you ever agreed to go on a date with himm

However you seemed to have other ideas...

When you finally did agree to a date, Eddie made sure you knew the rules. No way was he having another angry woman chasing after him. You seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing until towards the end when you surprised him by gently taking his hand.

"Doesn't it get lonely?" you ask him curious and a little sad. He swallows and shakes his head. "No" he murmurs but that isn't quite the truth, he does get lonely but chases it away with flings, weed and D&D.

You didn't look like you believed him but you dropped it and gave him a little smirk. "So what's this amazing date you're taking me on Munson?"

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Weeks pass and Eddie doesn't seem to realise that this has lasted longer than his usual flings, the two of you are having fun so he doesn't see why you would have to stop now.

Eddie groans as he thrusts into you, he can never get over how incredible it feels being inside of you and quickens the pace, loves the way you moan his name and clench around him.

A powerful, intense orgasm rocks the both of you and Eddie moans into your neck, softly kissing over it and your breasts. You're still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face.

"Hey beautiful" he caresses your cheek for a second, you cuddle back in his arms and look so content and happy, warmness spreads over his chest as he watches you. Fuck.

This was bad, this was very bad. What the fuck was going on with him? He was moving into dangerous territory here, things he avoided like the plague.

While you were nodding off he quickly dressed and tried to ignore his racing thoughts. So he liked spending time with you? So what! that didn't mean anything.

The content feelings that had been popping up out of nowhere meant nothing either, the warm feeling when he looked at you? Maybe he was getting sick or the AC was too high. That must be it..

This was fine. Maybe if he kept telling himself this then he would believe it? He feels a tug on his hand as he's trying to find his shirt and you're wide awake and gazing at him with big puppy eyes.

"Stay" you murmur sleepily and pout, it's so adorable that Eddie can't help but join you back in the bed.

This was fine. It was just one night it didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

...

Steve is the first person to notice what's happening, he presses a beer into Eddie's hands before everyone arrives for the campaign and the two settle to chat.

"So you and princess? It's lasting a while huh?" Steve waggles his eyebrows at Eddie who almost chokes on the beer he's drinking, annoyed at Steve's teasing tone he shrugs and answers.

"I could end things whenever I want Steve" Eddie waves off Steve's comment, he really doesn't want to mention to Steve how sick he feels at the thought of never seeing you again.

"Yeah, you could but you don't want to Munson and you need to admit that to yourself" Steve says wisely and is saved from answering as some of Hellfire arrive.

No he doesn't.

Steve doesn't stop there and pins Eddie with his gaze. "Dude she's a catch and if you lose her because you're so stubborn, you know she will get snapped up like that" he snaps his fingers and Eddie feels like he's been punched in the gut.

Steve is right. He knows he's right and Eddie knows he's right and those thoughts stay with him.

He tries to lose himself in the campaign, and it works for a while, he's completely in DM mode and smiling at his enraptured audience. Dustin and mini Dustin are hanging on his every word as he finishes this part of the campaign on a cliffhanger.

"Dude, seriously!" Mike whines and Eddie smirks and pats Mike on the shoulder, "Wheeler good things come to those who wait. Now scram!" he orders him.

He's already annoyed that he was so distracted at times during the campaign in the first place, it wasn't often but it was enough to unnerve him. Since when did he get distracted while he was in the zone?

It was you that was distracting him and Steve stupid musings but speaking of you distracting him...

You walk into Steve's house smiling shyly at Steve and your eyes light up the minute that you find Eddie. His heart annoyingly speeds up which makes him grumble under his breath.

The minute you're in his arms his grumbling ceases and he smiles. "Hey whatcha doing here princess?" he's aware of the others watching him and gawking, he throws them a dark look and they scatter off in different directions.

"I thought I'd surprise you, is that alright?" you ask nervously and he's quick to assure you it's fine. The two of you liked hanging out together so he didn't see the problem and he never wanted you to feel nervous asking him these things.

"Sure princess, you want me to teach you how to play? I have a mini set back home" he doesn't expect you'll say yes but you surprise him by nodding happily.

"I'd like that Eddie"

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Eddie smiles as you fall asleep cuddled into his chest, the two of you have barely left the bed since he picked you up from work and you're finally tuckered out.

Usually right about now he would slip out while you slept. Except he finds out that he doesn't want to, he wants to stay and the thought doesn't make him want to run for the hills.

You mumble in your sleep then whimper as your hand traces the empty sheets, he moves closer to you and instinctively you seek him out and sigh content when you're cuddled up on his chest.

It's cute as fuck and he melts. Melts, he can't cope with how sweet that was and he feels that warmness flood over him again as he strokes your hair.

The realisation hits him then. He could happily do this for the rest of his life.

Well shit. That was new and terrifying and he needs to leave now and not look back.

For a second it feels like he can't breath and he's gently moving you to your side of the bed and is halfway through scrambling for his boxers when it hits him that he doesn't want to leave.

His breathing calms and the racing beat of his heart slows down to a normal rhythm.

Once again the thought of not seeing you again makes him feel like his chest had caved in and he slumps back on the bed and immediately gathers you back in his arms.

With a gentle kiss to your hair and the feeling of your body flush against his, he begins to relax and he admits to himself that the feeling of you in his arms is something he will never tire of.

He wants to do this for the rest of his life.

❤️

[sabrinashrts]

under the mistletoe

parings : isaac garcia x fem!reader

warnings : none really just kissing

Its the day of the Christmas party and you are so excited but first you have to go to school. You got ready and packed candy canes to give out to people at your school. About ten minutes later you were now at school you saw one of your friends Isaac. You went up to him “Candy cane for you”

He smiled “Thanks” you guys were walking the halls together everyone thought you two were together most of the time but you guys were just good friends but Isaac on the other hand would have loved that he’s always liked you but you seem to never notice.

“You going to the Christmas party?” He asks you were busy handed out candy canes but still heard him “Hell yeah! Also I heard there’s gonna be a photo both and we should take some together!” He nodded “Yeah sure” you handed out the last candy cane “God I love Christmas… well I’ll see you tonight bye!” You said as you walked to your class.

It was partner time in math class and you were talking with your friend Jackie trying to convince her to go “Okay come on! Please go.. Cole is going..” she laughed softly “There’s nothing going on between me and Cole!” You knew she was lying “Whatever you say but please go this is my dream! I love Christmas and it won’t be the same without you there”

“Well I have nothing to wear!” She says you smirked at her “Have you seen my closet? I’ll lend you something” Jackie sighed as she smiled looking away “Fine” you clapped your hands softly happy she was gonna go. Later on it was finally time Jackie came over to your house trying to find a good outfit.

You picked for her “This would look good on you!” She tried it on and liked it “Okay.. I’ll wear it what about you!” You grabbed an outfit from your closet. “This! My mom got it for me” it was a Santa dress and it came with a Santa hat to. “Oh my god y/n.. your really into the Christmas spirit” Jackie said you smirked and went into your bathroom too chnage you also grabbed some black high-heel boots.

Thirty minutes passed and you finally came out with the outfit and your hair done a little bit of makeup “What do you think!” Jackie sighed “Finally you’re done! And you look amazing” Jackie said with a big smile you thanked her “Let’s go! My mom’s gonna take us”

Jackie nodded and you guys finally left your mom drove you there you guys made it there in ten minutes and it was a big house you thanked your mom and so did Jackie you guys got out the car and your mom drove off saying bye. You looked at the house it had lights flashing and Christmas decorations everywhere “I’m so excited! I been waiting for this all month! Come on” you grabbed Jackie’s hand and you went inside the house.

You guys went inside and it was crazy people were drinking and dancing with music blasting you guys obviously went to go get a drink first in the kitchen just then Cole came up to you guys “Hey Jackie. You look good” he said. You knew he liked Jackie from the start you took a sip of your drink “Hey Cole have you seen Isaac?”

“He’s in the back” you nodded “I’m gonna leave you two to talk” Jackie gave you a look but you smiled at her and just went to the back of house. There was many more people out there you the saw Isaac talking to one of his friends “Isaac!” You said walking up to him. He turned around “You look amazing oh my god” you smiled softly “Thank you! So do you!”

It was quiet for five seconds but you remembered “Oh my god look the photo shoot! Come on!” You grabbed his hand and led him into the photo shoot you guys put your drinks down and you clicked the button to take the photos. You guys did your thing. You were gonna get out to check the photos but Isaac grabbed your hand “Hey wait… I need to tell you something”

You sat back down confused but listened anyway “Yeah.. what is it?” He sighed “I never thought I’d say this but with you I felt different.” You made full eye contact with him.

“Y/n.. I have feelings for you and I just need to get that off my chest! You’re an amazing person and very sweet and you’re so beautiful..” you smiled at him you never knew Isaac would say that to you. “You like me…?” You said and he nodded “More than anything…”

You looked up for a second just I see a mistletoe you looked back at him and he was ready. So you went for it and kissed him and he kissed you back it for two minutes and you pulled away. “So.. do you like me?” He said you laughed softly “I just made out with you of course I like you” he rolled his eyes “Okay..”

You grabbed his hand once again “Let’s look at the pictures we took!” You guys looked at them laughing.

best. christmas. party. ever….

[flxwrites]

Morning Run

Current Harry X Reader

It's a Monday morning in Los Angeles, a sunny and perfect day for a morning run.

Of course for Harry because Leviee doesn't plan on getting up at 8:00 a.m. to go for a 2.5 mile run with her boyfriend in sportswear.

"Good morning, love." She hears the purr of his British accented voice brush her ear "I know you're awake, so it won't work to pretend you're still asleep."

"I'm not going running with you, H. It's too early and-"

"And a perfect way to start the day, come on. We can stop by for a bagel and a coffee. It'll be fun, bunny." The Brit interrupts her by kissing the skin of her bare stomach.

"What do you say, you’ll come with me?" she purrs still with her lips attached to her.

And well, it's complicated to say no to him.

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She's gonna kill him, she swears she will.

They have been running for over thirty minutes and Leviee feels like she is about to collapse on the ground if they don't slow down, Harry looks fresh as a daisy, he greets the other runners and the nice elderly ladies with a smile.

"Hazz...stop." She gasps but her boyfriend pays her no attention.

Then as she is about to reach out her arm to take his hand and stop him, her feet stop working properly causing her to stumble to the ground.

And Leviee thinks about how it hurts like hell to feel the small stones scrape against her skin and how she wants to disappear in that moment.

"Love..." She hears Harry's voice and how he quickly helps her into a more comfortable position. "Hey, what happened." He asks softly shaking the dirt off her clothes and looking at the red, scraped and bruised skin on his girlfriend's knees and hands.

His heart aches.

Leviee feels like a little girl at that very moment, she wants to cry from the burning on her skin and the embarrassment of how people look at her as they pass by.

"Are you okay bunny?, we should go home. I don't want these wounds to get infected." She hears him mention before he slips his arms under her body to lift her bridal style back to the car.

They couldn't even have their breakfast outside because she was stupid enough to fall down, she ruined everything.

At least that's what she thinks.

On the drive over, Harry was so sweet to Leviee, she could have melted right there. He kept kissing her hand, telling her how much he loved her and offering her a thousand things to do when they got home.

"You wait here, love. I'll go get the emergency kit." He says once he sets Leviee down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Besides the fact that her head feels like it's going to explode, her stomach growls from lack of food and her skin still burns with the slightest touch.

"I'm back, let me see" He mutters leaning down in front of her so he can heal her.

"Will it hurt a lot?" she raises her gaze to Harry with puppy dog eyes.

"Just for a few seconds, petal. It'll be worse if you don't let me clean it up. Will you be good to me and let me clean it up?" a shiver definitely runs through her body as her boyfriend's voice seems to deepen further.

"Okay, I'll be good..." She replies earning a smile from him.

When she least expects it, the small cotton ball with disinfectant touches the irritated skin making her give a little jump on her spot and hiss at the contact.

"damn it." She grunts and hears H's light chuckle.

"I'm just finishing up, bunny. You're doing great."

Then she closes her eyes feeling the last touches on her knees before only the cool sensation remains.

"All clean, your majesty." Harry smiles standing up to throw the used cotton pads in the waste basket before returning to her.

"Thank you...sorry to ruin your morning run”

"Don't be silly, bunny." He laughs lightly as he cups her cheeks kissing her lips briefly "Now tell me what you would like for breakfast. I can prepare or order whatever you want, I'm going to spoil you."

Harry definitely loves his morning runs, but he loves Leviee much more.

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[rheapankow]

Devils in the Details

paring(s): jj x mom!reader

summary: You never liked JJ Maybank. He was arrogant and sometimes rude. To sum it up, trouble. But he was your daughters' surf instructor. The best on the island and only the best for your girls. But what what happens when one of them lets family secrets slip?

warning: abuse, one cuss word

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He rolled his icy blue eyes. "You're a kook, I don't think money is an issue for you babe. I expect it by the end of the morning when you pick them up or else I'm going have to drop them." The woman's heart stopped as she looked to Matilda and Mercy, fear locked in their green eyes.

"I'll get what I can."

"And be here by noon. I'm not a daycare." With that, he ended the discussion and focused on the girls. "Come on girls, let's put some zinc on. I got pink and purple for my two favorite princesses." They cheered and clung to his leg.

If y/n hadn't watched the previous sessions, she would say he hated children and hated his job, but that was the furthest from the truth. The joy in his eyes when he worked with students and seeing them conquer any task. Tilly could go on for hours about how amazing he was. Mercy  on the other hand just stared at him and worshiped the ground he walked on.

The soft eyes filled with tears, losing any last ounce of dignity. There is no way she could get that money. Full kook, yes. Money, no. Not hers at least. Y/n's dreadful husband, Rafe, sat on a pile of it, checking every expense made, berating every choice made for thier kids, leaving everything to him. She had a small sum on the side that was hidden away, but all of that went to Mercy and Tilly. If he could just wait for Rafe to leave, y/n can sneak to the safe to take a little. She sat in her tinted black Escalade, formulating a plan.

The clock on the dash read '10:45am' as the car sat in the driveway of a multimillion dollar home, all thanks to her husband. As terrible as Rafe was, the luxury made up for where he lacked. Was that a selfish thought? Did that make me a terrible person? It didn't matter at this point. Mercy and Till remained at the forefront of y/n's mind. Protecting their innocents from the sins of their father consumed her mind daily.

"Rafe?" Y/n called out. Despite not seeing his car, you couldn't trust the silence. "I'm home." Once scoping at the place, she raced to his office safe located behind the sail boat. Rafe was simple, his passwords simpler. '6969.'

Y/n skimmed a small stack of cash covering enough for next session of lessons, gas, and ice cream for the girls.

"Excuse me miss?" A small elderly voice call from behind.

Her heart sank, praying the maid wouldn't pass on the information. "Oh Claire I didn't know you were here!"

"Mr. Cameron doesn't like people in here."

"I'm his wife, he knows." Y/n prayed a false bravado would be enough to hide the shaking hands.

"Yes ma'am." Once she left, y/n raced backed to the surfing shack with thirty minutes to spare. That's enough time to finish her latest novel. Enough time to escape from Rafe's wrath when he finds out what she did... again.

Y/n was pulled away from reading by the sound of giggles getting closer. "Mom!" Tilly called out as the door opened. "Please tell me you have the money. He's going to tech me how to duck dive and we're going to go even deeper!"

The lady muster up a smile and said she handled it. "Do you mind getting Mercy buckled so I can give it to him?"

Tilly nodded enthusiastically. For only being five, the girls more advanced than the average kindergartener. She's curious, adventurous, and can't forget funny. Mercy on the hand is cautious yet full of wonder and a deep love for her sister. Mercy does what Sadie does and surfing is just that. The joy it brings seeing both girls eager to learn. Next thing y/n knew they are going to be competing against each other.

"Excuse me, JJ?" Y/n's demeanor was timid, scared he might explode at any second.

"You can just put it on the table and head back to figure eight." The comments were not new, but it still shocked y/n. Didn't he know she grew up just right down the road, didn't he understand she had to work ten times harder to be where you are. Too bad JJ only saw two things, money and women.

"Do you even want to work with my kids?" Y/n let out a heavy sigh. "I don't understand why you have this deep rooted disgust towards me?"

"Your kids have more talent in their pinky toe than I did at that age. They are going to go far in surfing. I hope to be the one to teach them. I don't disgust you, I need to make rent and a living. And I hate your husband."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be better. I'd hate to have to drop them." Y/n's heart sank even further.

"See you tomorrow." With that, y/n walked out, worried about heading home. By the rate her phone was blowing up, Rafe knew. A storm was coming.

—

Y/n did her best to hide the bruises scattered on her, but nothing compared to the shiner and gash on her cheek. "I slipped in the shower" she told the girls, trying to laugh the abuse off for the sake of saving face. That was the easy part. It's the adults that poke holes in every syllable.

"Mommy, are you going to walk with us?" Tilly shyly asked. Ever since the young girl work up, she's been more soft spoken, always close by.

Y/n looked into her eldest daughter's eyes. The glimmer that once was there was gone. 'Does she sense her mother's pain?' The agony engulfed the young mother. "Anything for you girls." Y/n scooped both girls into her arms and began the short journey. "I think you two are getting a little too old for this. I'm not what I used to be." She teased, ignoring the wounds on her ribs.

"Good morning ladies!" JJ made his way to the small group of three. Mercy was the first to run to JJ and engulfed him in a hug. He gladly accepted it. He loved his job and loved all the kids he instructed, but these girls were his best. They were full of life and joy making every lesson fun; a breathe of fresh air.

Tilly cautiously walked over in an uncharacteristically manner. Her eyes sunken back and darker. JJ tried to signal to y/n but she was hidden behind a sun hat and glasses. "I'll be over in the boneyard reading until is time if that's okay?"

Y/n's body slumped over, hiding her face. A mannerism that JJ did not miss. "You can go run errands like usual or something as long as you are back by noon."

"No, I'd like to be close to my girls." JJ ignorantly dismissed her and took the girls to go get their wet suits.

"How are we doing today?" JJ began engaging in conversation with the girls.

"Mommy made tuna mac!" Mercy excitedly screamed about her dinner.

"Was it delicious?" JJ had now turned his question to Tilly.

"Yes." Her shoulders dropped at the thoughts of last night.

"Anyways let's go stretch and then we can get out on the water. Waves won't last all day."

Throughout the session, JJ kept a closer eye on Tilly. Maybe she was coming down with something. She was adamant on continuing the class, not wanting her daddy's money go to waste. As if Rafe wasn't snorting it up his nose like it grew on trees.

"Mister JJ?" Tilly looked at him. "Are you safe?"

The instructor got on a knee to look her in the eyes. "What's up, t?"

"Teacher at school says to talk to someone safe if you need help." JJ glanced at Mercy who was building a sand castle during the break, then back at the older child.

"I am safe, but have you talked to your mommy about it?" He didn't want to overstep his job title, but also didn't want the girls to not trust him.

"I can't." He gently grabbed her hand to encourage her to speak. "Mommy lied to me."

JJ wanted to chuckle but Tilly's eyes showed immense depth of hurt and betrayal. "What makes you say that."

"She says she slipped in the shower, but last night I heard daddy say something mean to mommy. And when I went to go check on her she was sleeping on the floor and had blood on her face." JJ's eyes widened, not wanting to jump to conclusions. "I think daddy hurt mommy. He always hurts mommy."

JJ understood being in Tilly's shoes, but where does he go from here? Should he call cps and watch the family be torn apart? Or should he confront y/n about it? All he knew is he couldn't not do anything. "Would it help if I talk to mommy about it?"

"I don't want her to get sad. I didn't know who else to tell." Tears began streaming down her face. "Help please." The girls sobs reminded him of his own, each cry more heart shattering than the last as she collapsed into his arms. "I'm scared."

JJ did his best to calm the child, but he knew the last ten minutes were going to be less productive and more play. "How about you stay here and play with mister John B and mercy while I go make sure mommy is alright? How does that sound?"

She nodded, slipping out of his arms back to the sand. "Bird, you got them for a second? I need to talk to y/n for a bit." He nodded confused but took charge. Having a kid of own, John B has become great with kids, all those dad tricks.

Y/n leaned perched up against a tree, nose tucked into a book. The sound of the blonde headed man snapped her back to reality. "Y/n?"

"Oh is the session over already? I guess my mind has been somewhere else." Every movement was curated perfectly, shielding her face from his gaze.

"We ended a little early. I, um, wanted to talk to you about Tilly." He stumbled over his words. The last thing JJ wanted to do was make her feel unsafe. How many times has he made comments about how perfect her life was? How many days has he treated her with contempt all because she had what he didn't. Maybe their story has more in common than he thought. 

Y/n was worried about what Tilly said, the young girl is incredibly smart and picks up on everything. What if she-

"Y/n. Please look at me?" JJ's typical cold tone was warm and comforting, something so pure and trusting. As she looked up, her glasses shifted allowing a clear view of her face. Something else JJ didn't miss, something he never imagined.

Hues of blue and black littered her skin. A deep cut ran along the bone. JJ let out a gasp. "Y/n."

"Don't. Just leave it alone." Her voice shook.

"Tilly told me she went to check on you and you were passed out." Y/n's heart stopped. “That didn’t happen. Kids make up stories all the time. Over active imagination.”

“Y/n.”

“I slipped in the shower. I’m fine.” The desperation to believe the lie was evident. “I’m okay, really I’m-”

JJ’s voice became softer than before. “Y/n, please.”

“No, I-” The levy broke through the cracks. Tears began pouring down her sun kissed cheeks.”

For the second time that morning, JJ held another human in his arms. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassured her the best he could. “You’re not alone.”

Once the storm blue over, the lady composed her self. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’ve been where Tilly and Mercy have been, except my mom had enough sense to get out, not enough sense to take me with her. I don’t want the girls to be collateral damage.” He leaned in close with a soft smile. “Don’t tell anyone, but I have a soft spot for kids. Especially ones as sweet as yours.”

“They are pretty great.” Y/n took a deep breath. “Did you turn out alright.”

JJ chuckled. “Oh fuck no. She tried to smile, but feared for the future too much.

“I don’t know what to do. They love their dad. I can’t just take them and go. Rafe has all the money. I have a little from teaching, but it’s for the girls. Everything I do is for them, but it wouldn’t be enough for us.” JJ felt the guilt rest on his shoulders. He couldn’t wait one more day for her to get the money, she probably had to sneak money away. Now she’s beaten, bruised, and broken. It’s his job to fix it.

“So let’s come up with a plan. You open a separate bank account, find a better teaching gig or pick up tutoring, prove to yourself you can do it. Then when you feel steady enough, find a place and make an escape plan.”

“Easier said than done.”

JJ nodded. “I know I haven’t been the friendliest person, but I’m here to support you now if you’ll let me. It’s not easy, but I don’t want anyone to go through what I went through. If I can help it.”

Y/n looked deep into his eyes for the first time. “I’m not sure if I want to do this.”

“For Tilly and Mercy.” JJ offered his hand to help her up. “One day at a time.”

“Yea something like that.”

JJ and y/n walked back. The seasons were changing, a new tide was coming. “Change isn’t easy, but you’re going to get out.”

With that, everyone went their separate ways. One day at a time.

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A/n: part 2??? Feedback would be so appreciated:) - Rhea

Tag list: @multifandomwhore-003

[sizzleissues]

alyanette (859 words)

(hey hey its a fun Alya has a crush on Marinette one-shot)

Alya loved being Marinette’s friend, above all else that’s what she’d prioritise. 

It started on her first day in Paris when she saw her. Alya knew in that moment exactly how her life had been up till that point and exactly how she expected it to go from there. Because that was her up until she moved. A shell resigned to her fate until someone could cast a lifeline.

Marinette stood with her back to her, taking the abuse of some blonde chick she’ll eventually learn the name of and her body was just so defeated. Her shoulders slumped, her head bowed and she just took it. Took, took, took, everything thrown at her and blamed herself for not being able to take more. 

Jumping forward to defend her wasn’t even a question in her mind. Alya happily stepped into the firing line and she’d do it again if given the choice. 

If she feared Marinette had become hollowed after living a half-life, those worries were quickly assuaged. The girl had a fountain of strength she didn’t even know she had, offering her half a slightly squished macaroon and sealing their friendship. Everyday Marinette’s ability to be kind no matter the person astounded her. 

She deserved to be angry. She deserved to rage like Alya had years before but she didn’t. It wasn’t until years later when she asked Marinette about it that she explained. 

“Anger scares the bad and good away. You have to use it sparingly.”

That felt so goddamn wise for a sixteen year old to say. Marinette would always be slightly out of everyone's league even if she felt the total opposite. 

“He’s so sweet, I want to put him in my pocket and pat his head.” Marinette cooed in Adrien’s direction, watching the boys order their coffees. Alya’s sigh turned to a dry laugh as her friend continued heart eyeing the retired model.

Sometimes she hated that she was Marinette’s friend.

Her friend and nothing else. 

“You have to tell him that then.”

“I can’t just say that. It’d be weird.”

“Girl, people have been weirder.”

Marinette sighed and brought her hands to her mouth to try to blow some warmth in them. Winter had snuck up on all of them. 

“Here, let me.” Alya took her hands and sandwiched them between her own, gently rubbing them until her friend’s fingers no longer felt like ice. Marinette stayed silent, watching through heavy lashes. 

“I don’t like him like that anymore.”

“Hm?” Alya hadn’t been paying attention. Her thoughts were more centred around the lasting tingle in her fingertips as Marinette withdrew her hands, hiding them away in her lap.

“I don’t love Adrien anymore. He’s just a generally sweet person. Like a dog or bumblebee.”

Alya froze.

“You don’t love him? Is this one of your ‘I can’t love him’ things all over again?”

“It isn’t. I’m a grown woman, I can realise my feelings were just puppy love and nostalgia.”

Alya should have seen it coming. Why hadn’t she seen it coming?

“So that’s it? When did this happen?”

“I realised some other things…” She let her words trailed off as the boys returned, Adrien sliding in next to Marinette. Nino passed her her double espresso which she gratefully took so she would have something to do while her brain failed to process the last thirty seconds. Almost as proof Marinette hadn’t been lying, she started up a conversation with Adrien — not even stopping to take a breath.

Alya played through the last few months in her mind, realising that Marinette had not so much as stuttered or blushed in Adrien’s direction in quite a while. Perhaps the fact it had become such a staple of her friend’s behaviour and the months of college seemed to muddle together into a stressful soup that she hadn’t noticed the change. In the same way she sometimes blinked and remembered she was no longer sharing the room with a small Marinette that needed her help but a strong Marinette who’d learned to fight her own battles long ago. Her friend had changed, she was the one stumbling behind to realise it.

Questioning the change became a top priority — once they are alone again.

“Did you order a double espresso? Don’t you enjoy happiness?” Marinette teased, suddenly looking at her and surprising her out of her thoughts.

“Let me have my depressed businessman drink.” 

“Sure thing, reporter.” Marinette tipped an invisible hat to her and then turned back to Adrien, engrossing herself in their conversation again. Alya noted, with a sting of jealousy, the way he leaned into her. How she brightened and talked animatedly, her hands flying in every direction. She believed her when she said there were no feelings there anymore but she wasn’t quite sure about Adrien. He was suspicious. 

“Are you okay?” Nino asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve been giving Adrien the stink eye for the last five minutes. Don’t worry, he hasn’t noticed.”

She hadn’t noticed the time pass. What was happening to her? She learned Marinette was no longer on the Adrien train and suddenly everything was out of order. 

“Really? I didn’t mean to.”

Nino’s laugh afterwards contained a knowing she didn’t quite catch.

-

Found this in my wips and tidied it up a bit. The idea of this if it continued was love square but Alyanette. So they get the miraculous in college. Alya crushes on Marinette and Marinette crushes on Chat Noire. This oneshot takes place after they get their miraculous and Marinette moves on from Adrien (who is trans fem but she doesn't know it yet [;) because of her lesbian realization with Chat Noire. (Yes, Adrien was her comphet 'crush' but also she definitely sniffed out the trans egg on them >_<)

I have too many wips but this one is definitely staying in the bank for later once I finish Prince and Baker and two other things. And I write Ladrien pirates and akumanette and a bunch of drawing stuff (plans to animatics, commissions and portfolio work!!) . Basically its there but I have too many ideas to get through first!! lmao

[sailorsplatoon]

Here comes chapter 9! This is the second to last chapter, the next one will be the end! Be fully ready for me to get super sappy once that chapter comes out.

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Acht sat next to Four, watching a show that one of their cousins had recommended. They hadn’t expected it to be as good as it was. Around them sat various kids, some watching the show, some playing video games on their phones, others on different electronics or playing with toys. 

“Oh my cod, Four!” One of the kids on their laptop shouted. Their name was Kai. “SashiMori is coming to the Inkadia Music Hall!”

“No way! You mean the one that’s only thirty minutes away?!” Four jumped up from the couch in excitement, pausing the show as they did.

“Yes! We have to go see them!”

“Is SashiMori a band?” Acht asked.

“Yeah, they make a really cool genre of music that actually takes inspiration from humans!” Kai found a picture of the band in their laptop and turned it around for Acht to see. “I really like the DJ, Pau—”

“Paul!?” Acht jumped up from the couch now, staring at the image in disbelief. “Paul Mizuta!?”

“You know him?” Four turned to Acht, concerned by their sudden outburst.

“He’s my brother!”

“He’s your brother!?” Four repeated. “Kai, I will give you the money to buy the three of us backstage passes, I don’t care how expensive they are. We’re getting Acht to Paul no matter what.”

“On it!” Kai typed furiously, navigating their way to the page that would allow them to buy the VIP tickets.

“Four, you don’t have to, I’m sure they’re expensive.”

“Acht, this is your brother we’re talking about. No such thing as too expensive.”

Acht sniffed, tears forming in their eyes. “Thank you.”

****

“Hey, guys, we’ve got a VIP group coming in for a meet and greet in a few minutes, so make sure you’re ready.” Karla walked into the backstage lounge that would be used for the meet and greet. Typically, they didn’t get many VIPs, so the band had made it their space to hang out before the show started.

“We haven’t trashed the place too much. Yet. It’ll be fine, it’s a part of our charm.” Paul struck a dramatic pose and his band mates laughed.

“Right this way,” a tour guide said, opening the door.

As the group walked in, Paul’s hearts stopped. “Acht…” he gasped.

“Hi, Paul.” They smiled at him in return. 

“You’re alive!” He screamed in delight, running up to them and pulling them into a big hug.

“Mostly,” they chuckled. “I’m so happy to see you again. You’ve grown so much! And you’re a DJ in a band!? I’m so proud of you.” Both of them had tears streaming down their faces.

“Paul, is this the sibling you’re always talking about?” Ryu-Chang asked. Paul just nodded in confirmation. “Then who are the other two?”

Paul looked up, only just now noticing the other two people in the group.

“Hi, my name’s Four, I’m Acht’s partner! And this is my cousin, Kai.” They introduced themself. Kai stood next to them, trying desperately to contain their excitement.

“Acht finally got a partner?! Did you bribe them or something?” Paul teased.

“No! We started to fall in love after they kicked my ass,” Acht huffed defensively.

“Yeah sorry about that,” Four muttered.

“Don’t worry about it. After all, you haven’t tried to kill me recently.”

“You have weird taste.” Paul laughed. “I’m just happy you’re back. Where have you been?” He asked.

“It’s a lot to explain and you have a show to do, I’ll tell you everything after, I promise!”

“Okay… but you’re here. And you DJ.” Paul shot a look to his bandmates, who all nodded in approval. They knew exactly what he was about to say. “Would you wanna come onstage and perform with us?”

“I don’t want to take over your show. Plus Deep Cut is trying to get a rivalry going with me and I don’t want you to get caught up in that—”

“I don’t care. Do you want to or not?”

“I really want to,” Acht said quietly.

Paul and the rest of  SashiMori cheered in delight.

****

“Oh my cod,” Paul gasped as Acht finished telling him their entire story, from being drafted right up to escaping the Deepsea Metro. The two sat backstage. The show had ended in a massive success. Four and Kai sat with them, the rest of SashiMori in a different room, giving them time to talk. Kai was now adorned in massive amounts SashiMori merch, having bought two of everything and getting at least half of it signed. Paul continued, “Acht, I can’t believe that happened to you. I’m so happy to have you back.”

“I’m happy to have you back.” Acht paused for a moment, then finally asked the question that had been living in the back of their mind for the entire show. “Where’s Dad?”

Paul went quiet, shifting his gaze to the ground. “I don’t know.” Acht looked at him horrified, begging him to tell them more. “A while after you left, Dad heard something about a few octolings escaping to Inkopolis. He wanted to do the same. So we left in the middle of the night. When we were getting close, I started to hear shouts behind us. He told me to run and I did. I don’t know what happened to him, but I never saw him after that. I refuse to believe that he’s gone. I’ve finally gotten you back, I’m going to get him back too.”

Acht’s gaze softened. “You’re so much stronger than I was at your age. We’re going to find him, I’m certain of it.”

“Found him,” Kai said, their laptop open on the table.

“What!?” Acht and Paul shouted in unison.

“How?” Four leaned over to look at their screen.

“He commented on a video of the concert, apparently a few fans already posted it. He recognized you two as his kids immediately and asked if anyone knew where you two were. There aren’t any replies right now, but I can totally find where he is so we can go to him. He’s got his first and last name, zip code, and address all on his profile. It makes it easy for us but someone really needs to teach him about internet safety.” They spun their laptop around to reveal his account. Sure enough, he had written a slew of personal information that was readily available to the public.

“That sounds like him, he was never tech savvy.” Paul chucked. 

“When can we go?” Acht asked eagerly. 

“How about now?” Four said, standing up.

“Can we really go now?” Paul’s eyes were practically sparkling.

“Sure! I don’t see why not! You three stay here, I’ll go get the car. Uh… ignore the Deep Cut logos, I haven’t been able to wash them off.” Four waved to the group as they walked out the door.

“I’ll go tell the band where we’re going!” Paul stood up and left just a few seconds after Four. 

****

Acht knocked on the door lightly, squeezing Four’s hand with their free one. Paul stood next to them, hearts pounding. Kai shifted around awkwardly. They would have preferred to wait in the car for what was bound to be a very personal moment. But Four insisted that they come, seeing how helpful they were in finding this place.

Slowly, the door opened. Behind it stood a tall octoling man, his tentacles pulled back into a bun, wearing a thin set of glasses and a black long sleeve shirt with jeans. The moment he saw who was waiting for him, tears barreled down his cheeks. 

“Hey, Dad. We’re home.” Acht’s voice broke as they began to cry as well. He pulled the two octolings into a hug.

“I knew it. I knew you’d come back to me.” He whispered. All of them were crying now, including Four and Kai. 

“I missed you so much,” Paul bawled.

“I thought I would never see you again.” Acht buried their head in his shirt, sobbing.

After the three had finished their reunion, the man stood up to peer over at the two inklings standing nearby. “Are you two the reason that my children are here?” He asked.

“Well, my cousin Kai did most of it, but I’d like to think I helped. I’m Four, it’s nice to meet yo—” they were interrupted by him wrapping his arms around them and Kai, pulling the two into a hug as well. 

“Thank you,” he said.

“We should’ve warned you, our dad’s a hugger,” Acht joked.

“And a crier,” Paul added.

“You’re one to talk,” Acht teased, choking back tears themself.

“My name’s Dan. Its wonderful to meet the two of you. Please, come inside.” He gestured toward the door. 

As each of them sat down at the table, Dan brought over a large bowl of assorted individually bagged chips. “I made sure to always keep a stash of these, just in case you ever came. Looks like they’ll finally come in handy.” He sat down at a seat himself, facing his kids and his two guests. “Tell me everything, I want to hear about all your adventures.”

“Well you saw me and Paul performing. He’s a part of a popular band now—” Acht began.

“Acht has a partner!” Paul shouted over them.

“Oh you do? May I meet them?” Dan asked, excitedly.

“You already have.” Acht blushed, making eye contact with Four.

“I like them already.” He smiled at Four, who grinned back, wide and excited. They weren’t expecting this to go so well. 

“Oh yeah, they’re great!” Paul chirped. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, where have you been? What happened to you after I left for Inkopolis?”

Dan suddenly turned serious. “Oh that’s a lot to explain. But you’re mature enough to know by now, seeing as you’ve been able to handle yourself so well for this long. There were soldiers behind us, so I needed to distract them in order for you to escape. I ended up captured, but I was hopeful you made it out. Apparently, my hope was not displaced. I spent years in prison for treason. After what felt like forever, a different set of guards came. At first I had assumed the uniform had just been updated, but they looked totally different. Almost fuzzy?”

“Grizz!” Four jumped up. “He must’ve sent fuzzy octolings to recruit more people. Oh my cod if they captured you, we probably never would’ve found you. How did you escape?”

“They told us they were there for a prisoner transfer. When they opened the cells, I took my chances and snuck away. They either didn’t see me or didn’t care, but I got out. I found my way to Splatsville and moved into this apartment only a month or so ago. I figured this was where all the kids were hanging out, so there was a good chance I’d find you two here.”

“I can’t believe you were in prison,” Acht gasped. 

“It wasn’t as bad as the stories say,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ve told you both my story, I’m sure yours are much more eventful.”

“I’ll go first!” Paul spoke up immediately. He wanted to give Acht time to get prepared “It’s actually not that exciting. After I ran, I came to the surface in Inkopolis Square. I saw on a poster that a band was looking for a DJ and thought that maybe I could use some of what Acht taught me to try out. I figured I’d need money and this was probably the only job that would hire a ten year old. I met up with the band and played a random song, and they took me in immediately. SashiMori became like my second family. Then I discovered human music, and remixing that became our brand.”

“I’ll have to find a time to meet the band soon! I’d love to get to know all of them.” Dan smiled. “Acht, what about you?”

“That is a really long and complicated story.” Acht looked down at the table. Four reached over and grabbed her hand. 

“You’ve got this,” they whispered.

Acht gave Four a small smile and began to relay the same story they had told Paul only a few hours earlier. They hated reliving it, but their dad needed to know. They told him about how they befriended Marina, and lost hope when she left. Then how they found the Deepsea Metro and were sanitized, and about how Four helped them get out.

When they finished, Dan stood up and walked over to them, giving them yet another hug. “I’m so happy you’re home,” he muttered. His arm reached out towards Four, pulling them into the embrace. “And thank you. For caring for them when I couldn’t.”

Paul wiggled his way into the hug, tugging Kai with him. The five of them sat in each others’ embrace. Some returning home, some finding another one.

[indzae-mayumi]

Winter, You, And Me

(Fujima x Hanagata fanfic. "Slam Dunk" is by Inoue Takehiko.)

(I dedicate this fanfic to my fellow Kenji x Toru fan, @commodoreseverus. Also, I merged the events from the manga with new technology, so please give me the liberty to write this fic.)

****

Kenji sat at a table by the window inside a coffee shop. He faced outside the window, idly looking at the people passing by. It was a few days before Christmas, but he was stuffed with lots of projects and things to study in university. He needed a break. Man, it was like his time at Shoyo was child's play compared to university life.

Shoyo got him in high school because he was smart and had leadership skills. His leadership was tested when he became the player coach for the Shoyo basketball team. Despite that, during his third year in high school, they lost to the underdog Shohoku during the prelims in the spot for the district matches for the Interhigh. However, they won the spot in Kanagawa for the Winter Invitational last year, beating the almighty Kainan. And they were able to get to the second spot in all of Japan during the winter games.

Kenji smiled as he thought of it. It was a bittersweet victory, and he and the third years were able to taste what it was like to last to the finals in a national game. (But if only they reached second during Interhigh too). Seeing his life from last year, he went from being very active in sports to ultimately retiring from it because of the intensity of his course.

He was busy sipping his hot latte when more people came pouring in the coffee shop. It was cold outside, probably at freezing temperature, so going to a warm place serving warm drinks was a perfect excuse. Not that it was really an excuse to begin with, but it's perfect, nonetheless. Engineering was tough, but latte could ease out some of his burdens.

He learned that Itou had a bit of a hard time being the team captain, but the new coach hired after Kenji graduated was so nice, and yet so competitive. If other people could put it this way, it was like the new coach was the twin of Domoto-sensei from Sannoh. Hasegawa, Takano, and Nagano had also gone busy that they rarely post on SNS. So Kenji had the least idea what the three were up to.

And his thoughts led him back to the man who brought him warmth and mushy feelings back in high school: vice captain Hanagata Toru.

Toru and Kenji were still able to hang out for the first few days during the summer break earlier this year, but because of Toru's medical course, they were not really able to enjoy their break at all. They had always wanted to go to Okinawa to enjoy the beach (even though there were a lot of beaches in Kanagawa and Maki had been surfing all the time). But they never really got to.

And two days ago, it was Toru who sent a text message to Kenji, telling him he was free this day. Kenji felt his heart leap, missing his crush so much. He had a thing for this former vice captain, and he wanted to confess today. He had long been keeping it inside him, and he thought he would regret if he failed to confess.

And they agreed to meet here at the coffee shop.

He was excited to give the gift he had purchased at a luxurious jewelry shop yesterday. He knew that Toru was going to love his gift. But he knew that the best gift he can give to his best friend is his romantic feelings.

As he was deep into his own thoughts, the door of the coffee shop opened once more, and in came the object of Kenji's affection. Toru waved with a smile and hurried towards the table.

"Omatase," Toru greeted, his face and voice a bit apologetic for making Kenji wait. "Did you wait too long?"

"Mm, daijobou," Kenji replied with a smile. "I had been here for thirty minutes, but it's okay. The scene outside fascinated me."

"I'm going to get some coffee first," Toru replied with a smile.

Kenji nodded before watching the man go to the counter. Toru seldom smiled, but when he did, it was a trillion-yen magic. It made Kenji fall hopelessly in love even more with his best friend. He watched as his best friend ordered coffee, up until Toru went back to the table with his buzzer.

"I'm really sorry," Toru apologized again. "I had to submit a report from one of our subjects and had to rush in. Even foot traffic is bad."

Kenji laughed. He specifically chose this coffee shop because it was near Toru's apartment and his uni. His apartment was blocks away, but he was very considerate.

"You know, I may be very brazen for bringing this up, but I need a roommate," Toru said sheepishly. "Okaa-san can afford my living expenses and my tuition, but going home to an empty apartment is lonelier than I thought."

Kenji's ears perked up. What a surprise! Toru's apartment was nearer his university too. He knew there was a spare room because Toru showed him around during the summer break. Kenji was envious because the ideal temperature of the apartment. His wish had come true. He was wondering if he could transfer to Toru's apartment because his current one was small, and not to mention, the heating was terrible. Despite coming from a good family, Kenji's parents technically did not want to spoil their son, so he had to put up with it and study diligently so he could ask for a nicer apartment if he get excellent grades.

"I don't mind rooming in with you," Kenji said. "With that, we both can have someone we rely on."

"Great!" Toru said with a smile. "Just tell me when you're going to transfer. I'll help you get your things to my place. Fortunately, we don't have classes starting today until the week after New Year."

"Nice, nice," Kenji said before sipping his latte. "I'll start packing up once I get home."

As Toru only ordered americano, his buzzer buzzed a few minutes later. He excused himself and went to the counter to retrieve his drink. He gingerly came back and placed his drink on the table.

"You know, I can already imagine you being a doctor," Kenji crooned. "Are you still going to pursue psychiatry?"

Toru smiled. "Yeah. But my fallback is surgery. I realized I enjoyed watching operating room scenes in TV dramas. I can even eat a meal while watching a bloody operation scene."

Kenji laughed when he heard that. It was the first time he heard it from Toru. Before, it had been mostly about psychology and psychiatry from the other guy. Something must have changed during the course of the year.

They enjoyed catching up about life and about school. Soon, they agreed to take a stroll at the observation deck of the Tokyo Skytree.

****

It was dusk, and many people were there, crowding the place. Many took selfies, some took photos of the blue violet sky. The atmosphere warmed up because of the number of people, so those who were intolerant to the cold despite their winter clothes were grateful for the other people's warmth around them.

"Ora, ora, does it not look pretty?" Kenji asked with bated breath as he took his phone to take a photo of the sky from outside.

He was enthralled by the scenery that he did not notice Toru smiling as he took a photo of a smiling Kenji taking photos from outside. It was only after taking the photo of the sky that Kenji knew that Toru took a photo of him because Toru showed him.

"You look so... happy here, you know?" Toru said, not wanting to let it slip he meant that Kenji was cute.

"Aw, you should've told me," Kenji pouted cutely. And with a smile, he invited Toru to have a selfie with him, with the pretty evening sky as their background.

Kenji took a photo of them with his phone, and immediately after, Toru did the same. Toru said he'd make this his phone wallpaper, but when he looked at Kenji, he saw a pink blush on the former Shoyo captain's cheeks.

"Cute," he said to Kenji aloud.

"What?"

"You're... scarf is cute," Toru said thoughtfully with a smile.

Amidst the noise of the crowd, the two friends stood still closer as they enjoyed the city lights. Just then, Kenji's heart skipped a beat when he realized that Toru held him by his hand. Toru's harm was warm and tender. It made Kenji think that, perhaps, the former vice-captain had feelings for him too. Oh how he wished! Kenji could feel the erratic drumming of his heart when Toru leaned forward to his ears.

"Let's go somewhere private," Toru told him solemnly.

****

That "private" space happened to be Toru's apartment. Toru was a minimalist, so he had a small Christmas tree on the table. Nothing very fancy. No lights, no decors. Just that tree.

"I did not decorate mine," Kenji said. "There's no use, as I feel like it's winter at my place everyday."

Toru smiled, "Then, you should transfer here with me."

The invitation made Kenji blush all over again. They sat down at the couch. Kenji saw that Toru seemed uneasy, but at the same time, wanting to get something off his chest. But still the level-headed that he was, Toru took out a small package from the pocket of his hoodie. He asked Kenji to hold out his palm, and when Kenji did, Toru put in his gift before closing Kenji's fingers around the gift.

"What's this?" Kenji asked in surprise.

"Christmas gift," Toru replied. "Open it."

Kenji blinked in surprise and turned his attention to the gift. He gingerly opened the wrapping, making sure not to tear it because he thought it was a waste. What took him by surprise was a small box. Not the velvet box that usually cases engagement rings. It was a small shiny wooden box. It was simple but looked so elegant. But it was rectangular, so Kenji shook the box to guess what's inside.

The object inside was intriguing because Kenji could not guess it. For his part, Toru was amused (despite being slightly nettled still) at Kenji's shenanigans. Finally, Kenji gave up and opened the box.

Inside it was a set of two keys. But those were not ordinary keys. They were fancy, like they came from some store where you can also duplicate using fancy designs. The keys looked cute yet ritzy. And it was when Kenji had put two and two together.

"Wait, so that talk about you needing a roommate, you are inviting me over... to live with you?"

Toru gave a kind of look which, to Kenji, looked like the other guy was pleading him to stay.

"Will you?"

Kenji rolled his eyeballs as he smiled. He said of course, it was already arranged earlier that day. He would transfer to Toru's apartment and be his roommate. Toru explained that he already informed his landlord about it, and that he had two keys for Kenji. The other one was for the front door, and the other one, for the other room.

"You know, you just fulfilled one of my wishes tonight, Toru-kun," Kenji said in a sassy manner.

This time, it was Toru's turn to blush. Kenji was often haughty on court, and when he smiled, it was smug. And yet, at Toru, he seldom showed this playful smile, like he was flirting.

This time, Kenji told Toru to hold out his hand and close his eyes. Toru did as instructed, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He was wondering what Kenji would be giving for him as a gift.

Kenji fumbled with his gift and opened the small box with him. He took one of the rings inside and put it on a ring on his right hand, seeing how Toru held out his left. Lucky him. And he took Toru's hand and put on the other pair on the left finger.

Toru was surprised to find something slipped around his finger, so he opened his eyes to see a ring. He looked at Kenji with a question mark on his face, so he asked him if they were getting engaged.

"It's a couple ring," Kenji explained as he showed his hand with the other half. "I have to stand on your left side since I put yours on the left, so that when we walk together, the one you'll hold will be my right hand. And I'll be near your heart."

Toru blinked. "Uh, is that a confession?"

Kenji laughed. "Oh no. Not yet. Well, uhm... I had liked you since high school, Toru-kun. I like you a lot. I wish I had confessed to you sooner while we were still at Shoyo."

The confession did not turn out how Kenji practiced it, yet it sounded so sincere to Toru.

"I like you a lot too, Kenji, since the first time I saw you. I was envious you were a starter right off our freshman year, so I had to work hard so I can stand next to you the following year," Toru confessed.

Kenji smiled. "Aww, you just granted another wish of mine, Toru. I love you."

"You are my wish that had been granted many times over," Toru said. "But hearing you say you love me is the best wish granted of all. I love you too."

Toru grabbed Kenji by the nape and leaned forward to give his first kiss to the former player-coach of Shoyo. Kenji, meanwhile, felt his cheeks erupting as he felt Toru's soft and luscious lips on his, so he melted at his friend's touch and gave in to the kiss.

--end--

[antspaul]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

thanks @twinkboimler for the tag!!! luv uuuu

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Reece doesn’t tell Ben he’s skipping coffee. He doesn’t think he has to; it’s pretty obvious it’s not happening anyways. (true blue - football rpf, reece/ben - 4.7k)

The guy is here again. Geoff’s friend. Mikeyway’s brother. Pencey Prep’s most frequent flier—Gerard. (Edges - Bandom, frerard - 21.3k)

The phone rang. Geoff hoped it was her, and it was. (Vanguards - Bandom, geoff/gerard - 4k)

Gerard wakes up sweating with half his face shoved in Frank’s smelly armpit and the other half pressed against the rubber air mattress that Erika inflated for them after the show last night. (runoff - Bandom, frerard - 17.9k)

I was nervous that there would be a pattern but I don't see one! Beyond traditional first line attributes, jumping in the middle of action, setting time and place, etc.

tagging @liesmyth @wesfcfanas @ollieflopkins @writingreadingdaydreaming and my beloved @3asystreets <3 no pressure or anything!!

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 41

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: A new Doctor bars you from seeing Billy. Madani tries but can't sway the threat of a restraining order, when she brings news that Billy woke up with memory loss you wonder if the doctor was right

Eventually you once again found a new normal. Frank would be gone for up to two weeks at a time. You knew he was adjusting but you also knew he'd always find his way back to you and to Karen.

You started a bi-weekly get together for your weird little family as Foggy so lovingly called it. Sometimes it would be most of you crowded around the Liebermans table and kitchen counters then sometimes it would just be a couple of you with takeout containers sitting on the floor of your apartment shooting the shit about your week.

The pain in your chest was still there but seemed a little less hollow some days. You had people you cared about and who cared about you. Every day you made sure to send out a text to each of them even if it was just to tell them you were thinking of them. After losing so much you cherished them all that much more.

Months had passed since the fight, you were going to the hospital for your weekly visit with Billy. Afterwards the plan was for you to meet Alice at the dress shop for another fitting. There was only a few months left until her and Kenzie's wedding.  

So far there hadn't been much change with his condition. The bandages were still in place though he had finally healed to the point they were there more for protection of the wound than for any bleeding or fluid leaking as they had been. You were allowed to visit but by law his doctors couldn't tell you much. You still had a small flame of hope that he may wake up.

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You walked off the elevator and the cops at his door glanced up but relaxed when they saw you "Hey Y/N"  "Hey Morris, Valdez" Morris moved to open the door for you and let you walk in. You had gotten used to his state so it was at least no longer a shock to your system.

You moved to sit in the chair next to his bed. His doctor had told you there was a chance he could hear things going on around him, not that it changed anything. Hell you talked to him every visit before that.

"Hey Billy. I'm headed to Alice's final dress fitting. The wedding is in two months. God feels like I just met her but also feels like I've known her my entire life. I know I'm going to cry like an idiot, I always dreamt of that being us but life had other much harsher plans. Your doctor said you can hear me. I just wish I knew what's keeping you trapped in your own head. No matter how big of a part of me wants to hate you, I'd also love to see those dark brown eyes staring back at me. I just need to know you're ok" you stared at his chest for a second watching the steady rise and fall. 

The sleeve of the scrub top they had him in had ridden up to show the scar from where you'd shot him. You could find the humor in the fact that you'd left a scar with a paintball back when the two of you had just been friends then left a scar from a real gun after he'd stolen your heart. 

Eventually your thirty minutes clicked over and Valdez opened the door "Y/N. Times up" he shot you an apologetic smile so you smiled in return "Thanks" you gathered your things and walked out the door hearing it click behind you. 

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You were almost to the elevator when you heard someone call your last name so you stopped to see a dark haired woman limping towards you. "And you are?" You asked not trying to hide the annoyance you were feeling. She extended her hand "Krista Dumont. I'm the psychotherapist assigned Mr Russo's case" 

"Ok, what's that got to do with me? I never get in anyone's way" you made a point especially considering you worked with this hospital daily when you were on duty. She nodded "Oh I'm aware. I just felt the need to tell you myself, I think these visits are counter productive to him healing"

"Counter productive? What the fuck does that mean?" You could feel yourself getting more pissed by the second and she could apparently tell that as well. "Well I've been made aware of some of Mr Russo's past. Seems like you were a rather large part at one time" you scoffed at that "Yeah you could say that" 

She smiled again and you were suddenly hit with the urge to wipe that smile off her face. "Surely someone as intelligent as yourself can understand that sometimes the only way to move forward is to leave the past behind" "So you're trying to say I'm the reason Billy isn't awake?" You asked with a bitter laugh. 

She shrugged "I'm just looking out for what's best for my patient" you felt that little thread of your patience snap. "Look here Krista was it? I'm the reason he was alive when he got to this hospital. I know more about that man than anyone on the face of this earth and you're telling me I'm hurting his healing? Did ya get your license as a prize in the cracker jack box?" 

"Now Y/N there's no need to be irate" her condescending tone made you clench your jaw and your hands "No I think there is. You're a bitch and a dumb one at that" Valdez had spotted the confrontation and walked over "Y/N, everything ok?"

You were glaring at her like you were waiting for her damn hair to catch fire but you felt some of the fight leave you when she said "I was just reminding Y/N that if I had to get a restraining order out on her, it would make her line of work difficult if she can't deliver her patients to the hospital"

You looked from her to Valdez and back again. "Want me to call Sarge to come down here and clear things up?" He offered but you shook your head. You pointed at Dumont "I don't know what your deal is but I'm reporting you. I'll also get the S.A.C. for Homeland involved" she smiled "Feel free. Just stay away"

You turned and slammed the door open to the stairwell. There was no way in hell you'd wait for the elevator now.

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By the time you made it to the sidewalk your anger had turned to self doubt. Who knew maybe he could find some way to heal easier without you? The guilt of him choosing you over Frank not once but twice was something you carried with you daily. Every time you took flowers to the cemetery it ended with you sitting at the graves for hours.

Crying sometimes, screaming others. You owed Frank a life you could never repay and at times it was easier on you when you went without seeing him even though it hurt to be away from the closest thing to a sibling you had. You felt guilty for still loving Billy.

Did you really want to be a constant reminder of that guilt if and when Billy woke up?

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You tried to plaster a smile on when you made it to the dress shop but Alice took one look at you and shooed everyone out. "What happened?" 

You told her about the entire confrontation with Dumont. "Oh babe. I am sorry!" She pulled you into a hug despite both of you wearing formal gowns at the moment. You shrugged "Maybe this is just the universe telling me to move on. That me and him need to be far away from each other. Hell whatever love he had for me got people hurt. Shouldn't I want to be far away from him?"

She tapped your head "Just cause that makes sense here" then touched your heart "Doesn't make it true here. Now do you want to finish this fitting or reschedule?" You shook your head "We finish, I've got to come back with Kenzie next week" she pulled you into another hug then called everyone back in the room.

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Before you even made it home Karen was calling you. "Jesus did Alice send up the bat signal the moment I stepped out the building?" You asked in place of hello and she laughed lightly "Maybe? Are you ok?"

You took a deep breath then laughed, feeling tears prickling at your eyes "No. My life is so fucked up" "Oh honey. Do you want to come over?" You shook your head then said "I'm gonna head home and crash early. I'll call you in the morning" she sighed then said "Ok. Don't forget it's your turn and Frank will be back in town" you smiled despite yourself then said "I'll make sure to buy plenty of food" 

Unfortunately for you Dinah was neck deep in an investigation and it was about a week before she could make it to the hospital early enough to catch Dumont. In that time you had David run her name and outside the fact that her limp had come from her father jumping out a window with her in his arms, you hadn't been able to find out anything too incriminating.

You were walking out the station house when Dinah's black suv pulled up. She rolled down the window "Can I give you a ride?" You smiled slightly "You're not gonna offer me candy at least?" She held up a cup of coffee "I know this works better"

You climbed in and was sipping from the cup as she pulled back onto the road. "So I met with that weird ass doctor" "She gives you those vibes too huh?" You asked glancing sideways at her. She nodded then continued. "I have news. One is outside of risking a legal issue and possibly causing a restraining order to be put on you, I can't get you back in to see him because you're not part of Homeland so I can't throw my title around for you on this, I'm sorry" 

You shrugged "I expected as much" she let out a low whistle then continued. "He's awake" you nearly spit out the coffee in your mouth. "Way to bury the lead there Madani!" She raised one hand off the wheel but didn't meet your gaze when she added "He thought I was another doctor so it appears he has some memory loss. If you want me to continue getting updates Mahoney has agreed to keep me in the loop if you stay out of it and I'll of course share the information with you"

You were silent for a moment processing what you'd just been told. You missed one week and he woke up. Maybe the quack had been right on that? After a moment with no response she said "Y/N?" You shook yourself and forced a smile "Yeah. Thanks Dinah" she smiled "No problem"

She pulled to a stop in front of your place and before you climbed out she said "Sam starts back in a month" your forced smile turned more genuine "Let me know the date so I can send an embarrassingly large bouquet of flowers to be waiting on him" she let out a laugh at that. "Will do"

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You didn't know how to breach the subject of Billy being awake so you texted Karen and asked if her and Frank minded showing up early. Kenzie's mom had made a surprise visit, and the Liebermans were busy so it was just the three of you along with Curtis,Matt and Foggy but you wanted to talk to them alone.

You were balancing the takeout containers on your counter when Frank knocked once on your door then opened it up "How many times do I got to tell you to keep that locked?" Karen laughed from behind him "I texted her that we were coming up the elevator Frank!" "Oh"

He came into the kitchen and pulled you into a hug then eyed the containers "What'd you get?" You laughed and said "Food in a minute. We um need to talk?" Karen caught your eye and said "I'll let anyone else in, go ahead" 

You lead the way into your bedroom and sat on top of the low dresser that ran along the wall. "He woke up."

You took a deep breath to try to calm down before finally saying "My life is so far off from what I ever thought it would be but from what Dinah says he has memory loss. I've been barred from the hospital apparently I was a hindrance to him. But you're still here and you're trying this thing with Karen which means you're healing. Maybe he's faking, maybe not.I don't know. He's done horrible things and he knew that. He told me he deserved whatever happened to him that night. Do I miss him? I miss the Billy he was when we were together. Do I still love him? Yes at least a part of me still loves a part of him. Do I still wish everything was different? Hell yes. Rawlins fucked us all over and I wish we could kill him more than once but there it is"

Frank nodded then said "Ok. Y/N sweetheart, I don't know why a doctor barred you but really he's not a lot of my concern. If he ever walks out that hospital he's headed to prison. I still hate him for not telling me, for working with Rawlins to begin with and for hurting you but I don't hold it against you for still caring about him, hell that's just who you are. You've always had a good heart" he pulled you into a hug and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. 

A soft knock at the door drew yours and Frank's attention. "Matt and Foggy are here" you smiled at Frank and offered him your hand "C'mon Frank if they're here Curt ain't far behind" he let you pull him out the room and you noticed a small smile slip onto his face. At least you still had him, you really didn't know what you would done if you'd lost him on top of everyone else. 

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You were sitting next to Matt on the floor when Karen laughed "Oh Foggy! You and Curtis haven't seen the photos Alice sent me of Y/N in her dress for the wedding!" 

You sent her a playful glare because you knew she was purposely trying to make you laugh. While the guys made a big deal over the photos you leaned over on Matt's shoulder and whispered "They don't know I tried that one on for the hell of it. My real dress is completely different"

He grinned and Frank raised an eyebrow "Hey now! No whispering, isn't fair Red can hear better than any of us! Murdock what'd she say?" Matt shook his head "I'll never tell"

You listened to them go back and forth and couldn't help but imagine back when you and Billy were together, how get togethers were always similar to this. Lots of laughs and everyone just blowing off steam. You were bought back into the conversation by Karen telling Frank she was going as your date to the wedding "Y/N you moving in on my territory?" 

You winked at Karen "I'll bring her back in one piece Frankie. I promise" 

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

[scottst]

there was something about history that vivian loved . she loved that history kept people alive long after their deaths , and she loved the people who fondly shared their history even more . the history that the police called her into the station to share . . . now that was something she was not fond of . vivian loved history , but she forgot that no matter how fascinating the stories are , it will always be riddled with pain and suffering as well . vivian almost felt like a deposed queen as she walked down the halls of the police station and she couldn't help but wonder if the feeling she felt at the bottom of her stomach was anything like walking to the guillotine . vivian felt seventeen again once she sat down in that room , the prolonged silence eating away at the frays of her nerves with every second that passed .

thankfully , a detective entered the room moments before vivian faltered beneath the pressure of her memories . this was going to be difficult , picking at a wound that refused to heal , but she figured it was for the best . it was the very least she could do to help find chris after everything that happened . after everything she held in . once brief pleasantries were exchanged , the detective smiled , though it didn't quite reach the wrinkled edges of his eyes . it was the kind of smile that told her he just wanted to get to the bottom of things . he flipped open his notebook and looked at her , his impossibly large frame leaning on the table . " now that i have read you your rights . . . would you like to continue ? " vivian nodded , much to the pleasure of the detective who clicked on his pen . " miss costello , where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance ? " vivian slowly ingested the question , played with it word for word , before she could taste the answer on her tongue . she had heard this question before , and for a moment , she was back in 2014 , staring at the detective with the same somber look she had back then . " that night , i snuck out of my house when my parents were asleep to go to a party . i believe it was hosted by dante and elise . i wasn't supposed to be there . . . but chris was so convincing about all the fun i would have , that i decided i would just . . . go . it was around nine thirty when i arrived . i spent time the whole night hanging out with my friends . we played a few games , talked about school . . . you know , typical teenage stuff . "

her dark eyes focused on the detective as he wrote her answer on the notepad , the low hum of the air conditioner drowning out the soft pop of her fingers as she forcibly bent them from the subtle stress that ate away at her body . once he finished writing , the detective looked up at vivian , and opened his mouth to continue . " when was the last time you saw christopher ? " the question felt like a knife to her guilty consciousness and all vivian could do was take the pain in silence . when was the last time she saw chris ? really saw him ? she remembers the conversation they had before he left his house , she remembered the way his laughter brought life to the party , and she remembers the splashing of the water when he lunged into the lake , never to resurface again . what was appropriate to share when all she wanted to do was help ? vivian wasn't so sure about anything anymore . . . " a group of us gathered at the lake after the party . " she began , small hands squeezing together underneath the table as though to remind herself you're going to be okay . "i last saw chris there . he hung out with me around the bonfire for a little bit . he was telling the most ridiculous scary stories . . . but everyone ate them up . " at the time , vivian only laughed at the absurdity of his stories . . . unknowing of the fact that the scariest of them all would unfold not even an hour later . she shook her head at the memory , fondness painting a small smile that fought to make its appearance . how could she not smile at the way he tried to use the flickering flames as a means to dramatize every word he spun ? that was chris , so undeniably warm , so undeniably himself . " he eventually left to hang out with his other friends . . . so that was the last time i saw him . at the lake , near the bonfire . i didn't see much of him following that interaction but that was normal . chris was . . . really popular , after all . " except that wasn't the entire truth , now was it ? she remembered much more . . . much , much more , but that was a thread she couldn't pull at without a heavy price to pay .

vivian felt a knot as thick as rope form around her throat as she thought about chris , and no matter how much she swallowed the little saliva she could produce , it was nowhere near enough to make the feelings go away . the detective slowly nodded as he slowly tapped his fingers on the metal of the table and all vivian could focus on the deafening tap tap tap that reverberated in her ears . " miss costello , what was your relationship to christopher ? " out of all the questions , this one had to be the easiest , but it was its simplicity that made it so hard . " he was my next door neighbor . we lived next to each other basically . . . our whole lives . " vivian let out a shaky breath as her eyes began to pool with tears , fists impossibly white , trembling . " more than that , he was like my brother . . . one of my closest friends . " vivian looked at the detective as a tear trickled down her cheek , embarrassment sweeping through her features once she realized she was crying . " i'm sorry . . . " for the tears , for the dishonesty , for everything . was she apologizing to the detective , to chris , or to herself ? the lines blurred as she swiped at her face . " is there anything else i can do to help ? " vivian offered with a small twinge of hope , and all the man could do was shake his head in a quick no before snapping his notebook shut , indicating the interview was over . vivian knew , however, that this whole ordeal was nowhere near over and there was nothing she could realistically do to help . " thank you for your time , miss costello . for what its worth , every bit of information helps us bring peace and justice to christopher and his family . " vivian could only nod as the man stood up to escort her out the room . before the door clicked behind her , she heard a quick , " have a good rest of your day . "

[artknifeandglue]

as shattered stars shine: DVD commentary (part 1/12)

Home, sick, and desperately need to do something other than write, so I'm going to yell semi-coherently about as shattered stars shine, a story that seized my brain in end-April last year and refused to leave until I wrote the whole damn thing.

Will do it chapter by chapter, but post might be long, so cut.

“I’ll risk my life, I’ll give my life to you. After all, you gave me time, didn’t you? If all my desires could come true, if I could attain them, I want to see you I make my wish upon the stars” … If life would only return to you, if it could reach you, I don’t care what happens to me” -Mephisto by Queen Bee

I describe this fic as a Gift of the Magi meets Faust, which it pretty much is. Many thanks to Queen Bee for an emotionally devastating song. Now on to the writing process and commentary! (Note: I’m not going to put the whole fic here because that’d defeat the purpose of uploading it, and also because I feel really weird about posting the full 60k words here. Instead, I’ve taken quotes from it and put them here.)

Meteor showers, Eggsy knows, aren’t actually as rare as people think. Thirty of them in a year works out to one meteor shower somewhere every five weeks.

Quite literally the first line - this was the very first thing I wrote, and it stayed in all the way until the final draft (with some tiny revisions!). Originally, the second line had a throwaway comment about a primary school teacher having given him this bit of information. Also, this damn line alone kicked off a whole lot of reading about meteor showers. Many thanks to the International Meteor Organisation for their assistance.

Deep brown eyes flicker up towards Eggsy, and for a moment he feels as though they might in their intensity reveal his every secret, every corner of his soul. It should be intimidating, Eggsy knows. It should be frightening. Yet a shiver of excitement starts at the back of his neck and darts down his spine, leaves his hands tingling with something almost like the thrill of his escape, but better. How much richer, Eggsy thinks, how much warmer this feeling is, this business of feeling alive.

Kingsman’s story is that of Eggsy starting a new life as an agent, but his new life doesn’t start the moment he enters Kingsman – it starts when he goes to meet Harry Hart. Also relevant: this particular story’s themes of a second chance at life, at being alive.

“About two weeks and many hopeful glimpses up at the Galahad office window later, Eggsy takes a look in the mirror and accepts that yeah, okay, he might be just a little bit in love with Harry Hart…

Which, you know, writing on the wall and all that. Eggsy’s bi, not stupid.”

He’s a clever one, and he’s got his priorities in order. What else is there to say? They’re in looooove.

“…and yet all Eggsy finds himself needing is that rare fleeting moment in which Harry passes by, a stray comet crossing his path.”

Sticking the shooting-star metaphor (though comets aren’t meteors) in various places because I can. Also, though, Harry is the vehicle through which Eggsy’s hope for a better life comes true.

“Everything else, Eggsy thinks, can wait until after then. Later, he tells himself as he lies awake at night, the curve of Harry’s lips on his mind, the leap of his heart in his chest unaddressed. There will be time later…

Then a grenade goes off in a lecture hall, and then Eggsy finds himself right back at the beginning, out of time and alone.”

As seen in the lyrics, time is a recurring theme in this fic: Eggsy runs out of time to confess, Harry runs out of time to apologise, and then Eggsy runs out of his soul-traded time when he gets shot. The Deal with the Devil comes in precisely because of this – Eggsy isn’t willing to accept that he’s run out of time, and later, neither is Harry.

“Two-thirds into a twenty-kilometre night run, Eggsy glares at the stars sparkling in the night and reminds them you don’t do shit…

Until they do.”

Cosmic coincidence or intentional tempting of Eggsy? A little from Column A, a little from Column B. He’s still holding on to the last vestiges of the idealistic notion of wishing upon a star, and having the stars actually grant one (1) wish would push him a little more in that direction, while also setting him up for greater disappointment and resentment later!

“Above him, as though in answer, the flickering light of the stars winks back, hopeful and glimmering, like a promise from a benevolent universe.”

Personification! There’s an excellent reason why the stars seem almost alive and sentient, at least in this fic.

Bring him back, he demands, the words part spite and part despair. Above him, brilliant and blazing, meteors rocket to their deaths and fizzle out one by one, taking with them the emptiness of his rage. I’ll trade you anything if you bring him back.

So my favourite work is The Picture of Dorian Gray, and the corruption/perversion of beauty is something I personally enjoy exploring. How can we take a bunch of beautiful things (the night sky, a meteor shower, the stars) and attribute to them a sort of tragedy/terror in their beauty? Dunno. I like to think I’ve done it somewhat well over this fic.  

In the armchair where Chester King had sat and handed him a gun, someone sits nursing a glass of scotch. “Hello, Eggsy. Care for a drink?”

Why is Arthur’s office also the Devil’s office? Jokes about Chester King being the literal Devil aside, I think having Eggsy constantly revisit the place where it all started going wrong – dare I say his own personal hell? – is fitting. What better way to convince a man to sell his soul than to bring him back to the beginning of the end and show him you can fix this for a small, small price?

But there is one truth achingly, excruciatingly familiar to him, one thing he knows not by training but by a lifetime of hanging in there by the skin of his teeth: second chances don’t come often, not to people like him. Second chances don’t ever come back, and some of them don’t come at all unless bought for with blood the way Dad did seventeen years ago. Seventeen years of snatching tomorrows from the hands of an uncaring universe, and now a second chance — both his and Harry’s — sits in front of him in that stupid armchair, empty crystal glass in hand, waiting.

A central motivation for Eggsy in this fic is seizing an opportunity when it presents itself. His canon backstory makes it clear that opportunities have been in short supply all his life, and I think he’d be acutely aware of this fact. Coupled with grief and love, it makes him all the more likely to accept Mephistopheles’ deal.

It’s like being dunked into ice water, like being turned inside out and torn apart, scattered in a million pieces across space and time unending.

The stranger throws his empty glass onto the hearth, where it shatters into sparkling fragments upon the logs that shimmer and gleam like stars. The flame hisses, roars and leaps out of the fireplace, licking at Eggsy’s calves like a promise, a premonition, burning—

Star references! But also, flames of hell foreshadowing.

Eggsy jolts awake to find sunrays spilling through the window into a house he has no memory of going home to, sunlight warm against his legs where he must have kicked the covers off in restless sleep. It is morning. He is in his bed, alone.

If the stars at night are a dark and terrifying force in the story, surely morning is a positive one? Except the sun is a star too. Hehe.

…an effort that Roxy lays waste to when she bursts into his office at half past noon and slaps his laptop shut just to tell him about Merlin’s latest phone call. A frazzled lady calling in to the Kingsman main line with only the words Oxfords, not brogues to identify her, begging to speak to literally anybody. A previously unidentified person has just woken up in the mortuary of a hospital and demanded that they call this number, but he won’t say anything about who he is or what’s happened to him, and can someone please come get him?

Roxy doesn’t appear all that much in the fic, chiefly because this is meant to revolve around Hartwin and how we get to a point where they’d both sell their souls for the other person, but I love her and want to write more of her. The phone call line was second to be written (after the first line of the fic) and has stayed exactly as it was in previous drafts.

In the half-hour of pre-takeoff preparations, mind trapped between an English manor he has already left behind and a Kentucky hospital he won’t arrive at for eighteen more hours, he wastes the minutes away mindlessly flicking through several social media apps, their content a passing torrent of information that slips past his consciousness and away into the unknown. Celebrity is pregnant. Jamal’s got a new jacket. Bitcoin. Celebrity is dating other celebrity. Meteor shower peaks tomorrow. Ryan’s found a hundred quid on the pavement. Something about cryptocurrency. Personality test about a horse or a lightbulb. Celebrity affair. Celebrity divorce. AI. Bitcoin, again.

Research I didn’t think I’d need to do but ended up exploring: flight times from place to place, but also social media trends and topics in 2015-2016.

Before Eggsy leaves, he fishes out the worn Kingsman medal from his pocket and presses it into Harry’s palm. It sits like a talisman in his grip, fingers curled loosely around it. On some level, Eggsy thinks, it is. It did save him at least once, so what’s a second time?

Lee’s medal! I like to think it signifies different things to Harry and Eggsy – for Eggsy, it’s his second chance, a symbol of hope; for Harry, it’s the sign of one of his greatest failures, a symbol of guilt. Therein lies the duality of this fic and of Harry and Eggsy’s motivations for selling their souls. (More on Harry’s in the commentary on later chapters.)

That night, he dreams of the rooftop again, of sitting under an ink-black sky full of stars. They flicker and wink at him, parties to a secret between him and the universe.

At the end of the chapter, all is well! Sort of. Not entirely.

[longislandcharm]

TIMING: Three years ago PARTIES: Winter @longislandcharm & Mack @realmackross LOCATION: A bookstore in L.A. SUMMARY: Being a fan of Winter's show, Mack Ross comes to an appearance she was making to promote the second season. A good time is had and a tentative friendship is formed. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of death

Mackenzie could remember the exact day the remake of Spirit Speak aired on television. She had been a fan of the original show and would watch it with her grandmother. Unfortunately, her grandmother had long since passed and Mack would be delving into this show alone. But that was okay, because if it was one thing the show had taught her, it was to believe in the impossible. So of course, when Mackenzie heard Winter Cahya, the star of the show, was going to be doing a meet and greet right down the road from her house, she had to go.

“Yeah, the line’s almost died down. I don’t want to go in until there’s nobody there.” Her phone was pressed up to her ear as she lingered in a black Mini Cooper just outside watching through the window. She had felt like a complete creeper, but she knew if she had approached the woman with a full store it would have taken attention away from Winter, and that was the last thing Mackenzie had wanted.

When the last person walked out and the store owner was just about to flip off the open light, Mack shut off the engine, “Hey, she’s finished. Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Babe. Bye.” Hopping out of her car and thankfully masked by a hoodie, sunglasses, and the sun going down, she caught the man’s attention, “I know you guys are closing, but would it be okay if I just said hi to Winter before she goes?” Immediately seeing recognition of who she was on the store owner’s face, she thanked him gracefully as she slipped inside. Just like her fans often felt around her, Mackenzie could feel a bit of nervousness bubbling up in her gut. She had followed the Cahya family for so long, and despite them living in the same area for part of the year, the young actress had never gotten the opportunity to meet the medium, “Uh, hey. I know this is, like, totally last minute and unprofessional, but I just wanted to tell you I’m a huge fan of the show. And of the original. My grandma and I used to watch it together, and I know she’d be right here fangirling with me, if she were still alive.” The sunglasses and hoodie remained on, Mackenzie forgetting to take them off from having butterflies in her stomach.

That sacred time that Winter got after a meet greet was already starting to work its magic. After spending hours throwing fake smiles all over the place and pretending to listen to these people’s long winded stories, the girl loved nothing more than winding down with a nice social media scroll as the people around her started to pack up all of the equipment that was lugged around these national tours. Tik Tok was her favorite, the wireless earbuds in her ears currently blasting the music for these nerds dancing around and epicly failing while she giggled to herself softly. It wasn’t until she heard a loud crash sound behind her that she took one of the earbuds out and shot a glare at the crew. “Those things are expensive, you know. Might want to check on those butterfingers before you get a little dip in your paycheck.” 

She watched the guy nod and go back to his work, Winter noting how careful he was being now and feeling satisfied. The music was still blasting in her right ear making it hard to hear whoever had just walked up on her but she’d caught the tail end of the comment as she looked up at the girl standing in front of her. “The meet and greet ended thirty minutes ago. They weren’t supposed to let anyone else in.” Did she mean to be rude? Never to a fan, no they were her livelihood, but her wind down time was precious to her and she was just ready to get out of this dinky little store. But as she started to raise her hand to put her left ear bud back in, her eye finally took in the person standing there a little more and recognition started to spark. 

“Mackenzie Ross?” There was no way this was the Mackenzie Ross, right? Her eyebrows shot up as recognition of her own mistake started to set in. Shit, she was supposed to be nice to her peers, right? Standing so that she didn’t seem even more disrespectful, Winter pulled out the other earbud and put both of them back in their charging case, instantly plastering a smile on her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said there. These earbuds are noise canceling. Did you say you were a fan?” Imagine…the star of Dropped, a fan of a lowly reality star. Well, the reality star of reality stars but still. Praise from someone with her status was always nice to hear and she wouldn’t mind hearing it again. 

The reply wasn’t really what she had expected. In fact, it was kind of rude, but at the same time Mackenzie knew how it was doing press junkets and fan meet and greets. It was tiring, especially when you had to plaster your best smile on for hours at a time. She couldn’t fault the woman for dropping the exact same act, she had been way too familiar with herself, “Sorry about that. I just knew if I came in any sooner, it would’ve caused problems.” She was about to further elaborate, until Winter recognized her. “Yeah?” Suddenly realizing her hood and sunglasses were still on, she took them off, “Uh, I was just saying that me and my grandma used to watch the original Spirit Speak when I was little, and that she would’ve been right here beside me today, if she had still been…alive.” Her praise had lost its momentum slightly, but she was still excited to be talking to Winter.

Stuffing her sunglasses in her pocket, she nervously played with them as the conversation continued, “So how’s things been going with the show? I’ve seen previews for this season, and it looks like it’s gonna be pretty good.” Whether or not Mackenzie really believed that Winter could talk to spirits was still up for debate, but she had to admit, the girl did have an ‘it’ factor that made her fascinating to watch. “Especially the one where you communicate with the father of that musician.” She had hoped it was okay to at least have a small conversation knowing that everyone was trying to pack up and get out. Mackenzie wouldn’t hold the reality start back for long, but it was a rare chance she had gotten a little one-on-one time without someone pestering her for a photo or autograph.

“Problems?” She paused, eyebrows raised once more, until she realized what Mack had meant. Of course, Winter hadn’t really had that issue before. Sure she was recognized when she was out and about but she was sure the other girl couldn’t even pee without a swarm of people trying to talk to her. “Right, yea. I’m sure you’re not even allowed to walk down the street without a ton of people following you around. I get that on a…way smaller scale. But people can be pretty insane.” 

It was the mention of Mackenzie’s grandmother that had Winter pressing her lips together as she didn’t know what to say. Grandmother’s were precious, she had deeply loved her own maternal grandma and all the stories that were passed down from her, so she understood what a bonding moment meant and how much it could hurt if it was somehow ruined. Clearing her throat, she nodded at Mack before giving her a rare genuine smile. “It’s really nice to hear that the show could bring you and your grandmother closer. I’m sorry I couldn’t meet her. Are you…are you like, wanting a reading or something?” She frowned as that thought struck her. It would be just her luck that a major tv star would track her down to ask to speak to a dead relative. She would have to turn her down, of course. Couldn’t have millions of people tune in just for Mack’s episode only to see no evidence that her grandmother’s spirit was there. Or worse…Mack could publicly call her a fraud and she could not have that. Winter would be ruined. 

But seeing that the girl seemed to just want to talk had Winter relaxing. Her smile returned and she gestured for Mack to take a seat in one of the chairs that hadn’t been packed up yet. Once someone got her talking about the show it could take a while before she stopped. “Season two is definitely going to be a good one. The first season surprised us with the ratings for sure but this one…I wouldn’t be surprised if it beat out Dropped.” Winter playfully said the words, making sure to nudge Mack’s shoulder lightly so the blonde understood that she was kidding. “Oh, yea, that was a good one. His father was very open that day. I think he’d been trying to communicate for a while.” Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at her own words, she took a seat next to the chair that she’d gestured to and leaned back, looking completely relaxed as she spewed her lies. This came so naturally now that it should have been a crime. “How’s your show going? Last season’s cliffhanger had me on the edge of my seat. You should tell the writers to give us a break now and then or they’re going to give some fans a heart attack.”

She watched the change in Winter’s face as she realized what Mackenzie had meant. Had she talked to the Spirit Speak star a few years back, it would have been a different story. But ever since the popularity of Dropped had risen, so had Mackenzie’s level of fame. It was like she had become an overnight success, even though she had been working in the business for years. But that’s usually how it went, and while it had been both exciting, it had taken quite a bit of adjusting and rearranging her life to accommodate the way it had affected everything, “Yeah, I mean it's not Taylor Swift level, but it’s pretty ridiculous. And kind of inconvenient, especially when I just want to hangout with my friends or go eat or something.” Fame wasn’t always what it was cracked up to be.

Mackenzie was glad to be talking about something else, even if that was her dead grandmother. She had loved the woman dearly, and she had been there every step of the way. If Mackenzie was having a really hard time with something, the woman had been there. Losing her had been one of the hardest days of her life. But little did she know, flash forward a couple of years and things would get a whole lot worse. “Yeah, and it’s okay. I like to think she’s here with us right now, probably fangirling her little heart out.” Mack laughed softly at the thought of her being with them and how she probably would have talked Winter’s head off. “Huh? Oh, no. That’s not really what I came here for. I just heard you were going to be here, and I wanted to see if I could drop by and meet you, before you left. I live right down the street with my boyfriend.” Mackenzie worked in the television and film industry. She was pretty good at spotting special fx and CGI. Plus, unlike her grandmother, she had always been a little skeptical about ghosts and if they were real or not. It was mostly seeing the closure and relief people had from the way Winter talked to them that Mackenzie had loved.

With the gesture from Winter, Mackenzie took a seat. She hadn’t expected their conversation to actually last long, but she was excited. She didn’t have anywhere she had to be for once in her busy life, so getting to experience this was going to be something to remember. Listening intently as the other woman spoke, a smile spread across her face followed by a soft chuckle with the joke about Spirit Speak beating out Dropped in the ratings. The nudge caught her off guard slightly, but she knew it was all in good fun. She continued to listen as Winter explained the situation with the musician and his father suspending her disbelief, “You know I think it was just the closure that he got from knowing that his father was okay. It was like he was able to move on after that. I think that’s what I love most about your show.” She nodded in agreement to what she was speaking, until Winter brought up Dropped. “We had our first table read the other day for the new season. I think you’re going to like the first episode. I can't give away any spoilers, but I can say you do get answers to some of the questions that left everybody so confused last season.” A sly grin came over her face. “But yeah, I’ll be sure to tell them that heart attack inducing cliffhangers aren’t what’s best for our ratings.” She laughed softly. “So are you in town much longer or heading out soon?”

“Nobody is on TayTay’s level, trust that.” Winter had seen the levels that Taylor Swift's fans would go and as much as she herself would have loved more status in the world of Hollywood she knew Taylor could not be matched. The girl was stalked relentlessly. The reality star briefly wondered how bad it was for Mack and if she even wanted anything close to that and then came to the conclusion that yes, she wanted something more than what she had. But that wasn’t important, not right now anyway. “Can you even go to a restaurant without worrying about it or do you have to like shut the place down or something? Not gonna lie, being the only table in a dining establishment doesn’t sound half bad to me. Filing that idea away for later.” She gave Mack a confident nod, not even sure if the other girl had done it or not. 

A soft laugh escaped Winter at the idea of Mackenzie’s grandmother floating around somewhere around them trying to get her attention. If only she really could talk to the dead, it would have been a nice little chat she was sure. Glad that Mack didn’t want an attempt at that conversation, Winter let out a small breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding onto. “I’m sure she would have been highly entertaining to speak with. But I’m not going to lie, a break now again is good for me. It’s a little overwhelming at times.” And that was nothing but truth. Even if she wasn’t in touch with the spirits of people’s loved ones, the lies she had to rattle off and the act she had to put on could really put her in a weird mental headspace. She needed breaks now and again. Something caught her attention though, her interest peaked. “You live down the street…with Brody, right? That’s his name?”

It was Mack speaking about how she connected with Winter’s show that had her smiling softly once more. The relief on people’s faces when they started to believe, the hope they held onto as they went through their conversation, and the complete and utter joy at hearing things were going to be okay was always a rollercoaster. She saw it in almost every client she helped and knowing she was the one bringing that closure to their lives did make the lies that much easier and she didn’t feel bad for it in the least. “Honestly? I think that’s why I fell in love with it when I was a kid. Watching my mom take people through that was a complete spiritual journey in itself.” But she also liked the fame that came with it. That was cool too. 

Her eyes narrowed in a joking glare, her smile still ever present as she took in the very little information Mack was alluding to. She really did enjoy Dropped and the show was hard to watch at times when they kept leaving you with more questions than answers. Could she get anything out of her new friend? “Ohhhh, bitch.” The tone matched her look, Winter not even worried she was going to offend Mack. It was just how she spoke to people she wasn’t hiding everything from. Maybe it was a connection she felt since they both seemed to know what the other was going through or maybe she was just too tired to raise all of her walls but either way she felt comfortable with Mack. “You are completely loving this torture, aren’t you? Is that really all you’re going to give me? Forget the writers, you’re the biggest tease of them all, aren’t you?”

Even though Mackenzie loved her life, she had never thought or imagined she’d have the level of fame that Dropped had already brought into her life. Sure, she had a following from her other shows and movies from over the years, but this was so much different. However, Taylor Swift level? She never wanted that life. Her life had already been dangerous enough, but the idea of being so famous that nearly everyone in the world recognized you was just a scary thought. At least with social media there was some separation, but it had also given way to people who thought they knew you, and that could be a lot worse, “Uh, no. I haven’t reached that level yet, but I did have a pretty bad stalker scare about a year or so ago.” It had been traumatic for the young woman, and something she didn’t like to talk about much. And upon hearing Winter’s answer, couldn’t see why she would want to be ridiculously famous. Shutting down a restaurant could be appealing. She could see that, but having a stranger waiting for you in your bedroom after working all day, was a nightmare she never wanted to experience ever again.

She was glad the conversation took a turn, “I can imagine. Helping people on such a personal level like that has to be tiring at times. It’s great work you’re doing, but even I know sometimes I just want to be left alone to not have to see or talk to anybody for at least a good day or two.” It was so true though. Mack often got socially drained, especially when it was time for press tours. And on her days off, when she hadn’t made promises to go hangout with friends around town, she would laze around in her pjs, watch TV, eat junk food, and snuggle with her dog, Bixby, and of course, Brody when he was home. She had loved those days. Cherished those days and it was exactly what the plan was going to be when she got home tonight - after picking up a pizza and some of her favorite froyo for her and her boyfriend to chow down on, “I’m guessing you follow me on instagram?” Her insta was filled with pictures of her life, including her boyfriend, “But yeah. His name’s Brody. We met when we were kids and a mutual friend put us back in touch with each other not too long ago and here we are!” Mackenzie’s face lit up talking about him, “What about you? Got a significant other in your life?” She wasn’t sure if that was too personal of a question, but she asked it anyway.

Mackenzie was a bit of a sap and had loved hearing why Winter had fallen in love with what she had known all of her life, “Your mom seems like a pretty awesome lady. And I can see why you would fall in love with the career you have. For me, when I hear stories from fans about how one of my characters helped them get through something, it always humbles me, you know? Like yeah, the fame is great and the perks and the money, but it’s the fans and just how significantly you can help in a career that you wouldn’t think could help as much as it does. Did that make sense? I feel like I’m rambling.” She laughed. 

But it was Winter’s reaction that had completely caught Mack off guard, “Did you just call me a bitch?” Her smile had dropped for a moment, before she leaned in closer to her, “If I’m a bitch, then you’re a diva…a devious diva at that, because you’re not getting any spoilers out of me.” She leaned back as a grin slowly crept across her face, “And yes, I actually do love torturing people, because what kind of person would I be if I gave away all the good stuff before it aired.” A fired person is what she’d be. She had been sworn to secrecy in the contract she had signed years prior, and she wasn’t about to bite the hand that feeds.

“Stalker? Ugh, who would be so desperate?” One might think that Winter was throwing a jab towards Mack but it was definitely the other way around. Why would anyone want to be such a creep? Being in the industry should not have to come with the danger of some rando trying to insert themselves in your life nor should it have to come with the dangers that came with it. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I’m sure it was scary.” And she was also sure Mack probably didn’t want to talk about it much. Winter didn’t want to talk about it either. It was too much and it would pop that perfect bubble she’d put Hollywood in.

So the subject was considered dropped. The medium smiled again, nodding her head lightly as Mack went on to compliment her some more. She wasn’t to shy away from a good compliment, Winter eating it up as she leaned forward, elbow going to her knee as she placed her chin on top of her closed fist. “It’s definitely draining.” Actually, she loved all of the attention she got from it, loved that the focus was on her the entire time she was “speaking” with whatever entity she was supposed to be speaking with. Winter only used the draining excuse when she didn’t know how to continue with her lies. 

Raising her eyebrows at the question, she felt her head tilt with curiosity. Instagram? Oh! Because she knew about the fiance. As the thought dawned on her she had to pick her own brain while she tried to remember if she followed Mack or not. “Honestly? I think I do but I’ll be real with you. I knew who Brody was before I knew who you were. I mean…he’s hot, as you know.” Telling another girl her boyfriend was hot probably should have instilled some sort of shame in her but Winter couldn’t care less. If Mack had a problem with it that just meant she was too insecure for her own good and that wasn’t Winter’s problem. Shrugging a shoulder, she sat back up in her chair with a nonchalance that showed she didn’t quite give shit what Mack thought of that answer and hoped it wouldn’t ruin a good time. “Or at least I hope you think he’s hot…”

She perked up when her mom was also praised. Ever since she was a little girl, Winter had idolized the woman and had one goal: Be just like her. It wasn’t always easy, especially when her mother set very high expectations, but she had never given up on the goal. Most people would say she’d met it already. “She is an awesome lady. Basically I want to be just like her in every aspect. Find someone who adores me the way my dad adores her, have a successful tv show, be able to travel anywhere I want,” She paused, feeling like she was forgetting something until it hit her,” Oh, and help people of course.” She really had to remember to say that to more people. “You lost me there but I think I picked it back up a little ways into the rambling. It’s okay though, it happens when we care about something.”

Oh god, here we go. She was on the cusp of rolling her eyes at the overreaction before she caught Mack leaning towards her in her peripheral vision, the medium wondering for a split second if the other girl was going to try and cause bodily harm. The words were not expected at all and prompted a little giggle. Winter was just glad she wasn’t too sensitive. “I see we like alliteration here. I’ll take Devious Diva, but you get Bougee Bitch because I just get that vibe from you. It does hurt though. We’ve already given each other nicknames and you can’t be bothered to give one little detail.” Scrunching her fingers together for emphasis, Winter was fully aware that details couldn’t be spared. She worked in the industry too and she knew contracts were a thing. It was just too fun to mess around with the girl.

Mackenzie was highly enjoying herself. She hadn’t expected Winter to really want to chat after giving an appearance, but she was glad the woman did. She was also glad when she respected Mack’s decision to not keep talking about her stalker situation, and instead spoke about other things. There were just some things in the young actress’s life she preferred not to dwell on. Besides, who needed that kind of negativity when she had the perfect life and the perfect boyfriend on top of all of it. She couldn’t complain, and she was grateful for what the universe had given her, “Honestly, I hear that a lot. Brody is hot, and it’s just a part of the business. It took a minute to get used to having other people talk about the man I love like that, but I trust Brody, and he trusts me.” A wide grin spread across her face as she thought about him. Mackenzie was falling hard for him. And even though they hadn’t been together that long, she had known the kind of man he was long before they had ever considered getting together.

“Burnout is a real thing and stepping back to take some time for yourself is understandable.” There had been times when she wanted to quit, but was grateful that she didn’t. Instead a quick trip to somewhere quiet and relaxing usually did the trick, a luxury Mackenzie knew not many people could afford, which made her appreciate it even more. She had wondered if burnout was one of the reason’s Winter’s mom had called it quits on the original Spirit Speak, but she was also talking to the woman’s daughter, so that could have also been the reason the show had been shelved until Winter had taken it over.

She enjoyed hearing about how much respect and admiration her new friend had for her mom and her career. Mackenzie had loved her mom dearly, but couldn’t relate to her in the sense of having the same job. Mack had been the first celebrity in their family, which sometimes made it awkward around her cousins and other family members, “I know she’s probably supes proud of you and your biggest fan.” Her smile was warm and genuine. She was glad Winter had that support in her life.

“Bougee Bitch. Well, I can’t really complain, because I am pretty bougee. Even my other friends think so.” She laughed. Feeling her phone vibrate, Mackenzie pulled it out to see Brody had texted, “And that’s my cue to go. I promised Brody a pizza and froyo for dinner. Plus, I’m sure you’re ready to go home and rest, before you have to leave again, but before I leave,” She held out her phone, “mind if I get your number, DD. Next time you’re in town, maybe we can have lunch together. My treat.”

All Winter could do was nod as Mack spoke about her boyfriend. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy for them, it was more about the things that she wanted to continue saying about Brody. It would most likely offend her new friend too much in the long run and it wasn’t worth the hassle that would come with it. She had to play nice or her publicist was going to drop her and a new feud with Mack Ross would be the thing that made her cut the cord with her client. Besides, she was starting to kind of like Mack. So, she nodded some more all while inappropriate thoughts about Brody floated through her mind, threatening to spill out of her mouth.

Yea, she was starting to like Mack for sure. Compliments went a long way with Winter, especially compliments that made her feel like her mother wasn’t always pushing her to be better and might have actually enjoyed the work that Winter did. Even if she knew deep down that it wasn’t true. Her mother always thought she could do better, be better, and that had only amped up since the show had started. She was surprised the woman wasn’t there berating her about the meet and greet that night. 

“See? Spot on. I am very perceptive.” It was when Mack looked at her phone that Winter looked around the shop they were in to find the crew members and the store owner were waiting around for them. They hadn’t bothered her…good. Thought that might have more to do with the fact that Mack Ross was the one talking to her. She gave them all a light smile before turning back to the blonde and the phone she was holding out to Winter.

Well, that was a shock. But Winter didn’t hesitate to grab the girl’s phone and put her contact information in under the name DD. She liked the fact that Mack wasn’t scared of her bravado and seemed to roll with her slight punches. The question would be, could she handle the worst of Winter? She had a feeling she would. “This comes with one condition: I get to pick the place. I know some great places around here.” She handed the phone back, not moving to leave just yet while she waited for Mack to head out. “Go, make sure your boy doesn’t starve. It would be such a waste.” 

Mackenzie had really enjoyed the few minutes she got to spend getting to know Winter. She had figured the interaction would have been short. Maybe an autograph or photo, but not the two becoming friends. The girl was feisty and Mack liked that. A bit brash and probably told it like it was even when you didn’t want to hear it, but Mack knew it would keep her humble. Fame wasn’t something you could let go to your head, or it would destroy your career. She had seen it happen around her way too many times. It’s why Mackenzie didn’t like to bite the hand that kept her employed. She could clap back occasionally, but it was usually well warranted. However, with Winter’s brash and what seemed like give no fucks attitude, Mack was sure she could learn a thing or two.

Taking her phone back and standing up, she looked down and laughed when she saw DD in her contacts, “Fine. You can pick the place the first time, and it’ll be my treat. But next time I get to choose, and it’s on you. Deal?” Just because Mack had money, didn’t mean she was paying every time. She’d seen the empire that Winter’s mom had built over the years. And knew that the Spirit Speak plush doll she had growing up didn’t come without residuals for it being the woman’s likeness. “Yeah, I might want to get two pizzas now that I’m thinking about it.” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Thanks, DD. We’ll talk again soon, yeah?” She put her hand on Winter’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze, before leaving the bookstore.

It had been a nice experience, and one she’d hold onto. Plus, she knew her grandmother would be beside herself knowing that Mackenzie got to talk to the daughter of one of her favorite people. With one last glance into the window, headlights shining in brightly, the young actress smiled as she drove off.

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Republican Debates

I was taping Club Random last night when the debate was on, but I watched it later, and here are my running thoughts about the #GOPDebate: the striking writers should be worried about AI, because ChatGPT could write the SNL sketch version of this in 2 seconds… Who is that stiff on the end? And Asa Hutchinson?? Yes, that's what we want, the one old white guy in America that looks older than Biden… Vivek cannot stop smiling, and is it my TV, or are his teeth blindingly white?

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Is that the way to let us know he's the young one?… I hadn't really seen DeSantis speak before, and wow, he is every bit as awful as everyone says - terrible voice, robotic and canned, creepy straight-ahead stare - yikes!…who in real life ever says "thank you for the question"?: 'I'm going out, can I grab anything for you?' 'Thank you for the question: a pack of Luckys'… I need blueblocker glasses for this guy's teeth…the way they all think anyone cares about their cherrypicked brags:

'I'm the only one who lowered taxes with a Democratic senate in a southeastern state' Shut the fuck up…who is this freak Doug Burgum?? He looks like a salesman at a high-end department store. I think he sold me a tuxedo at Neiman Marcus… Thank you, Karen; I'll be sure to tell the manager…Jesus, Pence's hair is whiter than Vivek's teeth!…climate change is a hoax?? Oh Vivek, we all wanna be president but come on man…" We have to tell India and China to stop polluting."

Yeah, nobody ever thought of that…'I had trouble having both my children' TMI!…oh yeah, I think we all know Penny - Around the World Penny, yup"…no, not the Constitution-in-your-pocket thing!…wouldn't it be great if President Burgum foiled an assassination attempt when the bullet hit his pocket Constitution?…THIRTY no-abortion bills you passed, how many ways are there to say 'don't kill it?'…' abortion on demand,' like there's a Drive-Thru out here in Cali: "You want fries with your abortion?…" We need a president from a new generation." - Yes, but who? Who do you have in mind? Are you thinking of anyone in particular? "When a farmer gets sick…" WHAT? What year is this debate taking place? Jesus, he can borrow my cow…Asa is talking about stopping Smash-and-Grabs in the inner city?? "As president I'll stop it!" How? You're gonna go undercover with Richard Greico?…

Christie is brave to call out Trump, but good luck prying this crowd away from him, he is Taylor Swift to these people…I swear they all could switch each other's canned lines and no one would notice…also I don't think anyone would notice or care if Brett Baeir and DeSantis switched bodies, they all look completely interchangeable…" We need someone who fought in the military." But who?? Who do you have in mind, anyone in particular??…

I was wrong, and President Burgum looks like an undertaker… Pence and Vivek are wearing the exact same tie…"I chose the constitution" BOO!!!, oh Republicans, you are scary…I stand by what I told Vivek on Club Random last week: "I find you both disarming and Alarming."…you gotta love how these snakes pretend they don't know how to pronounce Vivek's name. Just in case anyone forgot he's the, um, "foreign-sounding" one - Et Tu Nikki Haley?? Wow, really Nikki, YOU don't know either?…

Vivek wins the battle of 'I'll say the most red meat, fuck the future, get applause and clean up the repercussions later' tactic that works best at Republican debates… this Indian-American on Indian-American violence must end!… What does President Burgum's wife tell him after this is over: 'You won! It wasn't even close'… can we please vote this guy off the island? There is less dignity on this stage than with the most embarrassing first-rounder on American Idol, Sanjaya is Abe Lincoln… I like drugs, but OK, I guess that's a bad one…you guys can call Putin a thug and tell us how he rapes women all night, this is a Republican debate, know your audience: 'Ukraine is far away, we hate Mexicans!'…are we really that convinced that the strands of hair that Asa is pulling from one side of his head to the other side is covering the top?…"I alone got the funding for…" - You did? Awesome! Done! I was gonna vote for Richard Greico's kick-ass partner, but…

President Burgum, if we're just gonna cremate her, why do we need such an expensive coffin?… What is that, wool? It's August, but OK, I get it. They crank the AC in these places… "We don't need a president who's too old or who's too young." Who then?? Who could it be that you mean who's the right age?… "We led the nation in computer science education" - you did?! Well, why didn't you say so at the beginning before Asa joined 21 Jump Street? That's a great accomplishment, maybe President Burgum will make you Secretary of something… I love how in the closing statements, they ordered it from the least likely on up: President Burgum, you're the first, then let's hear from Asa, the other guy with a 0.0% chance… "We need a conservative who has shown he can win in a blue state" - But who? Who do we have like that here today??… "God said to America, I'm not done with you" - really, God says that to people: "I'm done with you? What a little bitch… "I was born in 1985", old WhiteHead next to me has ties older than that, and blah blah 1776, which I think is the year the dude on the end was born… we're so fucked, and Trump wasn't even there.

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. V)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 3.5K+

A/N: LMAO I got confused with latin numbers while editing the last chapter and I put 9 instead of 4, SORRY!! Therefore this is the fifht chapter. Thank you for still reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

When I wake up, Louisa is already up, sitting in the kitchen with her eyes focused on a lesson. We both have finals today, and to say we’re stressed wouldn’t do it justice. She raises her head towards me and smiles to me, and then puts her attention back on her paper. I’m not really hungry but I force myself to eat something with my coffee, so I don’t pass out during the final. Louisa goes to the bathroom to get dressed up, and she comes back when I’m done eating and reading today’s news. She walks to the entrance to leave but I call her back.

“Lou’, wait!”

I gesture her to come back in the living room.

“You’re gonna nail it, okay? You’re the smartest girl I know, and you will succeed. I have the utmost faith in you. Okay?”

She hugs me tight and I think for a second that she’s gonna start crying.

“Thanks, honey. You’re gonna nail it too, I’m sure.”

We separate, and she leaves. I quickly get ready, and then leave too. The finals take place in a college for obvious reasons, but since I never went to it – and knowing me – it’s very possible for me to get lost. I leave early to arrive early. We never know.  After thirty-five minutes, I get in a parking lot and I see a building with a lot of windows. I check the time, and see that I’m thirty minutes early, and also see that I’ve got a message from my maternal grandmother, Marguerite.

“Hello sweetie, I hope you’re well. I wish you good luck for your finals, I’m sure you will do well. Love you.”

Her message really touches me. My grandma and I have always been close, and I would always go on vacation to her place in Nice, in the South, during summer break when my mother wanted to basically get rid of me. Not a word from my parents nor my brother, but I expected it. My mother must think I’ll fail – that’s if she even knows my finals are today – and my father would be able to tell which course I took. As for Noah, I can’t recall the last time he said a nice thing to me. My level of stress raises up, if it’s possible, and I take the time I have left to study one last time. I send a last message of encouragement to Louisa, answers my grandma, and then it’s time to go. I enter the college’s courtyard and follow the signs that indicate where I’m supposed to go. People around me seem rather calm – how? – even though I see some worried faces. The subjects are given I pray the God of Studies that it doesn’t go too bad for me. After making a draft, I write my essay, and I’m surprised to see that I have finished fifteen minutes early. I put my work on the wooden desk like the others and leave the room, which leads outside. It feels good to have some fresh air. I search for my phone in my bag when I feel a small paper touch my fingers. I take it out and observe the number and the letter – a simple “A.” – written on it for a while, and then I do something I never thought I’d do.

“Hi, it’s Gabrielle, I hope you’re good – and that you still remember me. We could decide on a day to see each other if you’d like?”

I send the message, praying not to look like an idiot. I stay here thinking about a potential answer when I notice some students walking to another room. I check the time and see that it’s already time to go. I’ve never been good in Linguistic class – heaven knows I tried to study it hard to get better – and I have to stop myself from laughing when I see the questions of the finals. I do my best to focus but having the face of a certain football player on my mind instead of my classes doesn’t not freaking help. I let out a sigh, and when I raise my head up to drink some water, seeing the other student write long answers makes me want to scream. After an hour, I finally give up and give back my final. I quickly walk to the door, and I barely have a foot out of the room that my phone is already in my hand. I hesitate to look at it to see if he has answered and look at the black screen for a moment. Oh, screw it. I turn it on and see I’ve got two messages. The first one is from my mother, who orders me to come work this week-end. The second is from the contact I saved right before the final.

“It would be my pleasure, just tell me which me days suits you :) ."

“IP.S: I don’t know how I could forget about you.”

I jump around and let out a small scream of joy without realizing it and I look around to make sure nobody saw me. That’s the kind of behavior my mother hates. I get a message from Louisa telling me she’s waiting for me in front the college’s main entrance, and I walk to her. I see her from afar.

“Oh my God, Gaby, it was hell!” she exclaims. “I don’t even know how that teacher could think of that kind of questions, he really is a- What is that smile for? No, wait, don’t tell me,” she says before I can answer, “We’ll find a place to eat, you’ll tell me there.

“Alright.”

We easily find a little place to eat, we order and Louisa leans towards me with a curious look in her eyes.

“So, what caused that idiotic smile on your face?” she asks.

Without a word, I take out my phone and put it in front of her. She looks at it, frowning, and then looks back at me, shocked.

“No way!”

“I know.”

“You finally decided to move that ass,” she says with a satisfied smile. “How come?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I found his number in my bag, and send him a message without thinking.”

“You were right to do so. What are you waiting for? Answer him!”

I answer Antoine that I’m free on Thursday night – since I don’t have any final on Friday, a true miracle – if it works for him too. The waiter gives us our orders when I get a message from Antoine. Hell, do this boy ever work? He says that Thursday is “perfect” and that he can’t wait. I show it to Louisa, who does a little dance of joy and excitement.

“He’s so into you,” she says. “And if you tell me he’s just being polite, I swear I’ll stab you right here right now.”

We laugh and then Louisa suddenly gives me a serious look.

“You’ve got a date.

“I’ve got a date.” I repeat, looking at nothing in particular.

I’ve got a date.

*-*

“How did it go?” Louisa asks the moment I get home from work.

I take off my shoes and my jacket.

“Not too bad,” I say, joining her in the living-room.

It’s a lie. My last final of the year did not exactly go as planned, mostly because my brain was actually thinking about a certain tricker with blue eyes – and the date night ahead of us – instead of thinking about the paper in front of me. As for Louisa, she has had her last final the day before, and was now spending her free time making me try different outfits for my future date, but I didn’t like any of them so far – and neither did Louisa. I should feel relieved that my finals are over, but the stress of the exams switched into stress about my date. One could wonder if I’ll be one day in peace.

I sit on the sofa besides Louisa and we talk while watching something a bit idiotic on TV. She tells me she already has started to search for a job this summer – maybe even longer than that, because even if her parents pay most of her expenses, she’d like to be independent – just like I do. I promise her to talk about it to my mother tomorrow, maybe the company is looking for interns. She thanks me, and then proposes we go on vacation, either in the South of France – where my grandmother lives – or even in another country.

“It seems like a good idea to me,” she says. “But we’ll have to look the date of the Word Cup Final, if the Bleus go so far into the competition,” she ads in a teasing tone.

“You mean if-”

“If you and Griezmann start a great love story, yes,” she laughs.

I roll my eyes and decide to back to the vacation topic. Louisa doesn’t know that Antoine and I have been talking via messages basically every day since I send him that message and have been calling each other several times. And what she also doesn’t know is that after only a few days, I feel like I’ve known Antoine since, like, years.

“I’m gonna have to ask my mother,” I say. “But we know how she is.”

My mother rules almost everything that happen inside the company, including the employees’ vacation – and even the things that she doesn’t decide must be approved by her before putting in place. When we see the list of the things that depends on her, you could wonder how could my father and my brother be possibly useful.

“Since you work there, you’ve taken vacation once. You deserve to get some rest.”

“Well, let’s hope my mother agrees with you. I already ask her for some days off for the exams, I doubt she’ll accept to give me a vacation.”

The moment where I think it’s a lost cause, I get a message from Antoine asking me how did my final go.

*-*

When I leave to work the day after, Louisa is still sleeping. I’m afraid I’ll arrive late because of traffic – which would take away the already slim chances I have for my mother to give me some vacation – but it would seem that miracles happen, because I manage to arrive in time. I pass the front door and walk to the reception secretary.

“Good morning, Miss Gabrielle, she says. “It’s good to see you here.”

“Happy to be here,” I answer. “Is my mother here?”

“Yes,”

“Do you mind calling her to ask her if I can meet her in her office?” I ask. “I need to talk to her.”

It’s better to use the “official way” and arrive with a head down than to just go for it.

“Of course. Is it urgent?”

“No,” I say, “but I’d like for this to be settled quickly.”

“Your mother has an appointment right now but as soon as it’s over I’ll call her and I’ll let you know what she said.”

“Thanks a lot.”

I’m heading for the fourth floor, thinking that my mother will probably refuse to see me and tell me to ask for what I want via her assistant. I say “hi” to my coworkers, who ask how the finals went, and when I come near my desk I see a little note telling me I’m in charge of organizing the next gala, and that I got an email will the information I might need. Oh, kill me. But weirdly, the note is not from my mother or even my father, but from my brother. I let out a sigh and decide to start working on it immediately. The sooner it’s done the better. I quickly answer a text from Antoine and sit behind my desk. Like last time, I decide from an appropriate – and cheap, obviously – place for the gala – and then pick a caterer. I start to write the invites for guests I haven’t picked yet – and by “I” I mean “my mother” – when I receive a call from the reception secretary, who tells me I can go see my mother anytime I like. Well, that’s a first. I thank her and use the elevator to go on the last floor of the building. Walking near my brother’s office, I hear giggles behind the door, which opens at the moment I walk pass it. My brother appears, a blonde girl – another one – following him closely. They are both wearing a jacket and she has her purse. Apparently they’re planning on going for a walk.

“Oh, hey there,” my brother says, giving me a big smile.

Is he high or something?

He walks in my direction and his new girlfriend smiles at me too.

“What’s up?” my brother asks. “That’s my little sister,” he adds to the blonde.

“Oh, nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I say politely.

“What brings you on this floor?” he asks me. “It’s rare to see here.”

“I have to ask our mother for something,” I say, a bit in a defensive spirit.

“I’ll wait for you outside, Noah,” the young woman tells him. “It was nice to meet you.”

Another girl who won’t know that my brother will have a new girl in his bed in three days.

“Do our parents know you’re brining girls here?” I ask once the girl got in the elevator.

I include our father in my question, as he already scolded Noah for having one of his dates come here when he was supposed to be working. It was one of the rare times where I saw my father disagree with my mother with it came to Noah. My brother put his hand on his neck, feeling a bit awkward.

“Hum, nah, not really. But since you’re in charge of the next gala, I don’t think my presence here is necessary. You did a good job last time, there’s no reason why it should be different this time.”

I think that’s the first compliment I’ve heard from him in at least five years. I’m so taken back that I don’t know what to say.

“Well, I shouldn’t make Lea wait. See ya, sis.”

He gives me a shy smile and heads for the elevator. What do I do now? Watching him leave, I wonder if he expects me not to tell our parents about his little evasion – if we consider they would scold him if they knew. A bit confused, I walk to my mother’s office, where her assistant let my mother know I’m here.

“You can come in.”

I push the door and I’m surprised to see that my mother isn’t alone. Sat behind her desk, she’s turned towards my father, standing on her left, his hands on the desk.

“Hello, Gabrielle,” my father tells me with a small smile. “You look great.”

I nod, and my mother barely looks at me.

“What is it now?” she asks, finally looking at me.

“I’d like to talk about my vacation,” I say, trying to ignore the self-confidence leaving my body.

My mother remains silent and raise an eyebrow to tell me to continue.

“Well, I’d like for us to determine when I can have them.”

“No problem,” my father says. “How many weeks?”

I’ll admit I didn’t think of that one. Louisa and I talked about destinations, not how much time we would spend away.

“I don’t know,” I admit, a bit embarrassed. “A week or two, I guess.”

My father turns to my mother.

“After the next gala, we won’t held one until the end of July or even the beginning of August. You can have three weeks, or a month if you want.” he adds for me.

“I was planning on holding one in the middle of July, actually”, my mother retorts.

“You can still do it,” my father answers softly, not at all impressed. “But the little one deserves a vacation.”

That what my father always called me, for as long as I can remember. The little one.

“And you owe a vacation to me,” I add to my mother. “It’s the law.”

My mother gives me a cold look before sighing.

“Fine. The gala is next week, you can go on vacation after.”

“Alright.”

It gives Louisa and I some time to decide where we’re gonna go, even though I know she’ll hold a little campaign for us to go to Russia if – if – it somehow works between me and Antoine.

“Anything else?” my mother asks, already eager for me to leave.

“Are we looking for interns or something like that? Louisa would like to have a job this summer. After our vacation, I guess.”

This time, my mom doesn’t seem to protest.

“I’ll contact her.”

“Thanks. Well, hum, bye.”

“I’m gonna go too, I have work to do.” my father says. “See you tonight, Anita.”

He opens the door for me and we both leave my mother’s office.

“So, how is college going?” my father asks, almost as awkward as usual.

“My finals are done.”

“There is no reason why you shouldn’t succeed.”

Then why did you ignore me my whole life? He heads for his office, on the other side of the corridor, and I go for the elevator. He waves at me and the elevator’s door close.

Once my day is done, I come home to announce to Louisa that not only my mother will hire her but that we’re going on vacation. These good news make her smile after the apparently chaotic moment she spent with her parents. We sit on the sofa and she tells me what happened.

“I thought my parents were gonna make an effort,” she says, and I can tell she’s very sad and disappointed. “That’s why I accepted to have lunch at their house when they said Tatiana would be there too.”

Louisa’s family – her parents in particular – are very conservative and very religious. It had never been a problem – they’ve been nice to me and they are generally generous – until the day Tatiana came out as gay. She was nineteen, Louisa was seventeen. They threw Tatiana out and Louisa never forgave them. And their parents, who had never showed any favoritism toward any of their daughter immediately started to spoil Louisa and started to want to be much closer to her. They even were way warmer than usual towards me, as if they wanted me – and Louisa agrees on this – to take Tatiana’s place. I’ve always felt sad for her, no one deserves to be treated this way by their family. We took her in until she was ready to live alone, but I know it was hard for her too. Thankfully she’s better now.

“At the beginning it was rather good,” Louisa says. “Even though my parents would always give her mean remarks and I was given a hundred compliments per minute. But at one point Tatiana said she hadn’t come alone, and I saw in my parents’ eyes that they hoped it was a man. But when Lyse arrived, my parents got angry as usual and almost insulted Tatiana.”

My heart breaks for Tatiana. She probably had hope that her parents were finally accepting her as they should, only to get rejected again.

“I got mad and the three of us left. I even think I broke a glass when leaving, whatever. Lyse is so cool, and my sister deserves to be happy.”

“Of course,” I say in a voice I hope is comforting. “She must know that she’s not the one that needs to change. And if your parents don’t want to change, well, too bad for them. Sometimes you have to detach yourself from family. Neither you nor her need them. If your parents can realize they have badass daughters, screw them.”

She smiles at me, and I propose to have Tatiana and her girlfriend come diner soon.

*-*

We invite Tatiana and Lyse on Wednesday night, and it goes so well that I almost forget about the stress of my date the day after. I don’t sleep well that night – like every time I stress – and have such awful nightmares that I screamed in my sleep and Louisa had to wake me up. I only work the morning and I thank heaven for that, as it will allow me to take a nap and get some sleep back in order not to look like a zombie for my date with Antoine. Heck, it’s the first time I care that much about my looks. The morning goes fast, too fast, and I think several times that I’m more stressful about that date that I’m excited. And even though I love Louisa, her teasing does not help. Antoine sends me a message so we can decide on the place and the time, and he immediately accept the hour I propose – homeboy isn’t difficult – adding he can’t wait to see me. To say I’m not looking forward to it as well would be a lie, but to say I’m more stressful about this date with Antoine Griezmann than I’ve ever been in my entire life, that’s the real truth.

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Thirty Nine.

Passing Herb the contract “this better be six figures?” This guy is funny “you’re getting a meal, that’s what you’re getting. Troll” shaking my head at him “you should be lucky I’m taking you on tour with me” he looked at me “you would think you’re a rapper, look at this. We got K-Trap, Central Cee, G-Herbo and then Chris Brown the singing sensation, you lost my nigga?” I just smiled at him “I want to be different; I want my tour different; I don’t want to be like the usual things. And honestly I think I should have been a rapper; I just so happen to have a sexy ass voice too. But sign the shit bro, you in or nah?” He picked the pen up; I knew Herb would be down for this tour. I can never sit still, I was never going to just shit at home, and honestly I love to sing so I knew I would be doing another, just didn’t think it would be so soon. I know Robyn won’t mind this at all, I mean the eldest three aren’t in need of us, she has the boys which are a pain, but she can deal with it, I’m sure she will be fine with it. Mel and Robyn are like twins because Mel is also pregnant now too, I’m happy for her because she waited a whole long time to have just a second one, it’s about time she found happiness “there” Herb smiled at me “selling your soul to me” I grinned “I trust you with my life though” I cooed out “that’s love” I sighed “you’re for real my big brother though, this is why I will jump if you told me too, I would also tell you that you are dumb when you acting dumb, but I got you broski” dapping him “you not missing Taina then?” Turning to him “I do, I miss her always bro. She was good to me and I took that for advantage, I feel bad, but you know. I got to let her go, I guess you can say I need to grow up. I fucked up, but what can I do. When I went to the crib she near knocked me out, she’s so mad. I said look T, let me get my shit and I’m gone. So yeah, she hate me, I know it” shaking my head “you one dumb nigga, I keep telling you that she good people” Herb nudged me “how long it take until you was ok? And happy” he got a point, I just smiled at him because he’s right “man, I was dumb too, but I just wanted you to do right with the things I did wrong, that’s all” he grinned “I know” getting my phone out from my pocket “how you get so close to this guy? I don’t get it bro” Oakley is calling me, placing the phone on the table “we just met, I told you. But the way he is, he just like me Herb, everything he going through I get it and he knows it. I can’t help it, I’m there for him like that and always was, just wish he didn’t go for my daughter, but we move” looking over at Herb, I sniggered “you jealous of the bond we got” I know Herb is jealous “I get it, you feel you was that skinny nigga from the block” side eyeing him, how dare he say that.

Herb went to get some backwoods so I thought I would call Oakley back, I don’t want him to think I am ignoring him now, placing my phone against my ear as it rang out. Looking over at the store to see if he is coming out because Herb is taking his time “what’s good?” he picked up “whitey, you good? Missed your call” I said “yeah, yeah. Nothing important just wanted to speak to you, you on your own? You out, out?” he asked, “I am out currently, you want to speak on what we was texting last night?” I am sure it is “somewhat, just you right. Shit hurts, nobody really understands and when you said what you said, those words. It hit me but speak like when you free, like in private. You know how I be” he laughed “I do know how you are, that’s fine. When I get back to the crib I will call you, you still got the brat?” he said he had Aziel “I still do yes, he is in the car seat vibing and shit, I got a video of him that I took of us, he started dancing, look cute as hell. I will send it you now actually” I will have all the videos of my grandson “sure, send it over. I miss him already, but I will call you later. I will text you beforehand, before I ring” I feel bad, I didn’t mean to throw him off “cool, bye” he disconnected the call, I just told him that he isn’t alone in shit, he likes to be a loner and he really isn’t a loner, Oakley doesn’t have many friends, his circle is so small, his family is shit. That one friend that got killed, that’s hard on him “you took ages!” I spat “he rolled me one bro” Herb is annoying as shit as times, I be wanting to whack him.

Smiling at Robyn “enjoying pregnancy you say?” I said laughing, she is a lie. I know her ass isn’t enjoying shit now, she can’t see her feet “swollen feet Chris, please massage them” she pointed “whale..” I dragged out “you called me a whale? You asshole!” I snorted laughing “I said well, I am playing. I will massage your feet, how is mother and baby” placing my hand on the bump “mother is good and baby is too relaxed, want it out” it’s such a weird feeling when touching the bump, to feel the baby move around, the connection “I am telling you now, this is a girl, all my daughters gave me this connection, I can feel it. This is another girl, not sure if I can fit another love into my heart, it’s a little compact now” I said, lightly rubbing her bump “that is cute, I can’t wait for the surprise Chris. I just want to go there and just be surprised, I want a healthy baby, one that is just ok. I feel like this baby is going to be calm though, usually. With the boys that is, they gave me hell for no reason, kicking and moving, this one. Just a light touch” nodding my head agreeing “yeah she is” I grinned “not you starting” moving my hand back “you seen the video of Aziel dancing in his little tech fleece, he looks so cute. Already dressing like a London boy” getting my phone out of my pocket “no, show me! Who sent you that, because it wasn’t in the family group chat” she said “Oakley” tapping on the video, passing my phone to Robyn. His little two step, he is too cute “he needs that pacifier out but look at him, I peeped that though. The little look he gave his dad and then continued to dance, he just needed the approval from his dad” she noticed that too “I know right, it’s cute. Did Rylee say she is coming back with him? Or leaving him behind” Robyn shrugged “but she better bring him, she can’t leave him in London for that long, no” taking my phone from her, of course she is saying no, I only asked a question and she nearly blew a vessel.

Pecking Robyn’ lips as I laid out next to her “I have a little thing going on by the way, I fully did it knowing that you will be ok and it won’t be a long thing but I am going to do an overseas tour” I said to her, I mean I don’t see why I need to ask her because I am not doing it in a way that I won’t be here for the birth or be here for a few months beforehand “oh I love how you’re telling me and not asking Chris, but when do you ever sit still? You literally told me you was going to the UK and then backtracked” she is right I did “I didn’t want to hear Rylee’ headache, she started saying how I can babysit, I was like no. I was going there for business but I can just do that next time when I am there anyways” Robyn chuckled “oh Tianna sends you her love and she is sad she won’t be here for when the baby comes, I said to her that I am happy that she is happy and she can come when she is free, I rather she be busy and what not” nodding my head “cool, are you pissed though?” I questioned “about?” looking over at her “yes I am Chris” I chuckled, I knew she would be.

Poking my lips out looking around my kitchen “you look so miserable” Ti laughed “I am, it’s so quiet in this apartment but I guess whatever. We are having dinner over skype” I grinned with the fork in hand “exactly, I mean soon we can do it in person. But anyways, I am so shocked that you did that Dior thing” I don’t know why I told Ti but I just said, I felt the need too because I am mad at myself “same Ti, I don’t know. What happened was that me being angry at Oakley at that moment, it seemed like an idea to get back at him, not the best idea but then I slept with him, again. Not the best idea I have had” I chuckled “Rylee, you and I have both had stupid ideas, that’s just us you know. We are dumb at times, we are still dumb actually” she laughed “enough about my stupid idea, how are the men in Australia, give me the details, are they all like weird and white?” Ti laughed out “they are very white, and the black people you meet are white. Well they act white” she said “but potentials no, but I have made friends” I cooed out “Ti, that makes me so happy. I am glad you’re having a good time. You know friends make good potentials too” I raised an eyebrow “oh stop it, they are good friends ok” I shrugged, I am trying “anyways, it’s best to be single. Just not single with a baby though” I huffed out “Aziel is the sweetest thing so stop it” smiling at her “oh did you see Imani message in the chat? You know mom is going to tell her to shut up” Ti cringed “mom and dad treat her like she is ten, they got to stop. I feel for her, she is fed up” nodding my head “dad hasn’t let up, I am hoping the new baby changes it but her wanting to come to London and stay with me, mom will say no, dad will say yes. I know it but I read the message and haven’t said a thing, because I can’t. I don’t want to hear it” I do not want to be involved.

Closing the dishwasher door “Imani text the group again, are you both on skype together, I can see it” I sniggered “oh shit, we got caught, add her in” Imani is going to get offended if she doesn’t add her in two seconds, walking to the fridge and opening the door “wow! You both are supposed to my sisters!” Imani said, I smiled to myself “it was last minute actually” Ti said “last minute? You both been on for hours, liars” walking back over to the laptop “oh here is the mastermind” Imani sounds just like my mom “wow, ok mini Rihanna, calm down. We actually just thought to talk, sorry. Don’t get offended and do not tell mom” Imani has got a face on now “I am sad anyways; also why didn’t you answer me?” I knew she would ask because I don’t want to be involved I am sorry, you can ask mom but she will say how bad I am. She will say that I will corrupt you so yeah, I can’t be bothered to be doing that but Imani. My home is free, it’s open for you to stay here. I don’t mind” Imani smiled at me, she knows I am right “thanks sister, I will talk to both mom and dad, I think being away from the parents is the way forward” Ti and I both laughed “you going to hate me but Oakley is here with Aziel, I need to go and see them” I pointed as the buzzer went off “what!? No, show me Aziel and then you can go” I huffed out “fine” let me go and answer the door, making my way over to the door. I could buzz the door open actually but it don’t matter. Opening the door, Oakley is just smiling with Aziel in his arms “hey baby” Aziel turned his head “oh” I guess we doing that.

Aziel is sat on the couch on the skype call with his aunties, he has taken over. Looking over at Oakley “you both had a good time?” I asked “yeah we did, he was good. Hung out with me, went shopping with me as you know, you saw the pictures and we made his bedroom up at the new place. We just had a good time together, the ointment the doctor gave him for his skin it’s working, he isn’t scratching it either but yeah, we had a good time” he said “I am glad you did, he doesn’t want to come back to me now” Oakley crossed his arms across his chest smiling “I mean he was good, maybe he missed me but I think on a regular day he will play up, so erm when you going to America again? Soon right?” turning to him “yeah, just for my mom. The baby and all that, but I will be back soon” I hate when he stares at me, he just stares into my soul “look” we both said the same thing, it was so weird “you go first?” I gestured “I just wanted to say that I am going to Spain for a few days but if you need anything then please let me know” smiling at him “sure” I breathed out “and out of respect for you, I am getting to know someone” I don’t know but I just felt my heart just die inside “it’s not Kenza” he added “but a potential” am I giving it off, I think I am because he is looking at me gone out “going Spain together?” I asked “she will be there but is a bunch of us” I smiled at him “that’s fine, happy for you. Aziel I think you need to put your aunties away now” I need him to sleep so I can just go to sleep and mourn this to get over it.