#she hasnt even spoken to them until days after that

[clockworkcheetah]

dont get me wrong amanda was def taking dirks words into account upon leaving the house but i dont think she wouldve done it if the rowdies werent following her

[autistickremylecroux]

Stick with me- lyney & lynette

TWS: Heavily implied Child Abuse & PTSD ,also slight implied transphobia if you look .

Extra’s: all of the siblings are autistic.Lyney is also ADHD, transmasc lyney , Also [——] isnt any other character its just a replacement for Lyney’s deadname bc i dont wanna give him one

WC: 1034

Rule one.Dont cry.

The unspoken rules had left the siblings scarred for years, it had been a while since they had last spoken with their ‘father’.

Each of the three had different ways to avoid the treatment if they were caught, it varied usually from a comforting hug when they were younger. Or sometimes at the beginning of their distraught. But quickly switched into words harsh enough to give you whiplash.

Lyney could still hear the words ringing through whenever he felt himself get upset. “Its just a dress, get over it.” or even worse. He could still feel his younger self crying and begging his caretaker to spare him the slightest glance, apologising over and over again in a futile attempt to please her.

It never worked, he would be ignored until the verge of a mental breakdown, sometimes well after it. When Arrlechino would finally give a sharp “youre forgiven” before continuing her current task.

Lynette suspected it was why he liked the attention so much, why he needed to be in the spotlight. Being ignored reminded him of the times he would be neglected in his harshest times. Lynette hasnt seen him upset since a few years back.

It was a nice evening, she was walking home with her brother. Not that she knew it at the time. He hadn’t had come out by that point in time. Freminet hadn’t joined their little trio then. They were only about six.

Lyney was rambling about his day, they had been put into separate classes unluckily, and lynette was more than happy to listen. By the time they got to the house. Father had already been standing at the door. A sweet smile on her face. Something felt off about it. “Lynette , would you mind coming upstairs with me? [——] you stay there”

She walked up with her Father, her cat ears twitched as she heard Lyney’s feet following them. If Father found out he would be in big trouble. So she hoped that he would turn around. Her Father led her into a side room, it was her office. Although, Father stopped, suddenly letting go of Lynette’s hand. And slowly turned to look at the door. Lynette’s breath hitched, she didnt want her brother to be hurt. “Lynette, stay.”

She sat down on her Fathers’s desk. Unfocusing her eyes to the best of her abilities. She didn’t want to listen.


Soon enough there were kicking sounds, shouts and screaming ringing through her ears. She felt bad, Lyney had only went to make sure she was ok. But now he was getting hurt instead. The screaming held up, eventually everything went pitch silent. And the noise of footsteps up the stairs, they were lighter now. She wasnt angry.

“Lynette!” She opened her eyes, seeing her twin staring at her. “Yes?” she replied, standing up. They had a show soon, but she wasn’t sure how long she had been zoned out for. “have you seen the concealer anywhere?” He said, making a show of glancing about. “i cant find it at all! Everywhere i look its not there!” he rambled, digging through some boxes. “Oh, i used the last of it” she admitted, her breath pausing for a second. Trying to gauge his reaction before continuing.

“oh.” he paused, suddenly his energy drained, and his hand went up to cover his eye for a second, his finger ghosting over the area under his eyebrow. She immediately knew why. So she spoke up.

“I can do some eyeliner to cover it up?” Lyney contemplated it, before nodding hesitantly. He didn’t like anyone going near his face, let alone touch anywhere near his eyes. Not even Lynette. But he was rather desperate now. He silently walked away, grabbing some eyeliner and eyeshadow.

“Be careful—“ he said, as they both sat down on the couch. She nodded, adding in a little hum when she realised he had closed his eyes. Up close you could see it,a small sunken in scar there. She knew when he had gotten it. But she never asked what had happened. And he had never told her either. People assume they tell each other everything, but somethings they preferred to keep quite, but they usually had some idea what had happened.

That night, about four AM. Lyney was lead back into their shared room by their Father.She closed the door without saying anything. Lyney walked over, shaking. Half of his face was covered in bandages , and he had a few bruises here and there. He crawled into her bed. And stayed there every night for the next few months.

She doesn’t think he sleeps properly anymore, neither does Freminet. They bond over it sometimes. She doesn’t mind missing out on their midnight snack adventures. She prefers her catnaps.

She finished the lines, making sure to cover up the scar. “you know nobody can see it while youre on stage?” she added, putting away the kit. And she’ll act tomorrow like nothing was said. And so will he.

[qualityempathshoebear]

Random recent thoughts + Storytime

I think im obsessed with ceaser salad even tho we havent spoken since that one time. Ive seen him around college soooo often (somtimes even multiple times in a day) but i havent spoken to him and he hasnt spoken to me. Ive honestly been avoiding him. But there was this one time, when i was waiting for my friend who was talking to some people she knew, when he came up to talk to those same people and we made eye contact. It was honestly so intense so i just looked awayb quickly, it was honestly just very "strong"(?). Like i honestly dont know how to decribe it, it was the first time hed looked into my eyes since that one time and it was ok.. a lot. Ive been actively avoiding him since (but also lowkey seeking his attention lol?). Im pretty sure he has this asian girlfriend but im not so sure. I saw him today tho, i totally forgot that he has a diamond pirecing in his one ear (i think its his left ear?). honestly hes not typically my type at all but he just gets more handsome every time i see him, and something inside of me just hurts. I almost wish id just taken the bus that day, instead of walking side-by-side with him. I just need to stop being obssesed. Its not healthy but i do wonder if he found me beautiful that first time we met, and if he still does. I can bet so much money that hes not into black girls tho.

Im really scared of failing. Failing exams, failing my potential, failing myself. I need to do well on these CAPs but i ahvent even started seriously studying for them and theyre a little over a week away. I dont want to let myself down but i just dont know what to do.

STORYTIME:

Ahhh ive totally forgotten to tell you this, but a few weeks ago (maybe 2) this drunk man hit on me while I was walking back from the library with my friend after "studying" (I wasnt productive). He started off the interaction by singing "my love life is so boring" while holding two green bottles of alcohol (not sure if thats something he made up or if its an acual song) to which I replied with "same" (in a singsong manner because duuuh). He asked me if I had a boyfriend, I told him "no" and he then went on to say that he could be my boyfriend. I just laughed a little and told him I was 17 but he quickly interjected and said "Im 19, its only a 2 year difference" (this man looked 20-21). He touched my back, twice. And idk.. the physical touching was kind of nice but obvously he was a stranger. I think im honestly just touch starved. Anyway continuing on with the story. I think he asked where I was going because I told him I was going home. The last thing I remember happening was him asking if he could come with me, me saying no, and then being dragged away by my friend. So theres that. Another cute little main character moment.

ps. my hisotory teacher wrote that my research notes were "fantastic!!"

All my love, until next time!

[captainjimothycarter]

Homeless, Veteran Steve who was presumed dead by the world and forgotten about until he was found on a simple mistake. He cant wrap his mind around why the higher ups arent too pleased and why everyone is trying to hush hush it until it "accidentally" slips to the media.

Steve who hates himself beyond reason and doesnt want to be alive

Steve who gave his all to bring home money for his sick ma until she died.

Steve who did his best to save others.

Captain Steven Grant Rogers who still lost it all when they were attacked. He was the only one to survive and that seems was a mistake.

No one asks for his story.

They send him home with nothing but an empty promise the paperwork for back pay and his assumed death would be handled.

They both know it won't.

Brooklyn is no longer home to a soul who is no longer himself. He doesnt even allow himself the comfort of Shelters and gives up his spot for others. He keeps to himself and wonders the streets, barely surviving.

It's no wonder he passes out in front if an assumed office and wakes up in a hospital room with too bright lights, too many sounds, and a kind face of a brunette with shiny curls and chocolate brown eyes sitting beside him. She's close enough to touch but not close enough to crowd him.

He doesnt need to ask what happens - he's malnourished, dehydrated, PTSD. Amognst a whole list of problems. They tell him anyway and it falls on deaf ears. He doesnt deserve help so why should he get it? Its clear hes punishing himself and the world can't see it but one soul can.

Her.

She says her name is Peggy Carter and Steve can barely pronounce it. He hasnt spoken in so long beyond to scream, he's forgotten his voice.

She's a saint this Carter, she's patient and takes care of him in the hospital. She helps feed him soft food from salty broth to weird jello that makes him cold. She helps him wash up and is gentle about his scars without asking questions despite they shine in her eyes. She talks to fill the silence and thats what he likes. Her voice. Her poised and cunning words. He can only focus on half of what she says but she still talks anyway. She seems to know when he has questions or wants to know more on a subject because she'll back track just for him.

It takes him just two weeks to figure out she's not a nurse. She's not a doctor. She doesn't work in the hospital. He's not sure who he is beyond what she says and if you ask him, she's an angel.

It takes a full month before they start to consider to let him go. No follow up. No health care. No psych. Not one psychatrist comes to talk to him.

Peggy doesn't leave his side but she's always in a new change of clothes day after day. Always with red lipstick and a bright smile on her lips.

When it's time to leave, Steve expects her to vanish, but instead she helps him into a wheelchair and says she has a surprise for him. A prosthetic. Its clunky and awkward but she promises its temporary so they can make a better one later based on these adjustments.

Who they is, he doesn't know.

Steve should question her and as to why he's being taken to her home. This has to hers. He doesnt own a flat or even have a cat, especially not one named Tiddles.

It's that night when he finally speaks over dinner. She has to feed him again, his hands wont work right and she's just as patient.

"Why?"

One simple word holding so much meaning and by the look in those deep, chocolate eyes she knows what he means.

"Because," Peggy sighs, using the end of a cloth napkin to dab at the corner of his lips with a fond smile, "You needed the help and no one offered you a helping hand, no one saved you from yourself. Sometimes we must put aside our pride to help others. Everyone needs someone to take care of them. Everyone needs someone to hold their hand and tell them it'll be okay. You have no one but now you do. You have me now."

[tslasvegas]

Episode 3: “UGH just rename Luxor to Loser” - Xavier

Well... that takes care of the Timmy problem... Love Timmy... Just didn’t know how our dynamic would be cus he was runner-up to the last survivor game I played which I won. Hm... Well...

That went well. There's nothing like a live video tribal to get people together. and stephen didn't react too badly. but i know now he won't work with me moving forward

I’m sorry I’m terrible at confessionals... So things are going well, I think we have a decent tribe but it is too soon to tell. I’m not a huge fan of creative challenges, at least from my previous game, I guess we will see how that goes. Most of the guys seem nice, still trying to feel everyone out.`

A 4-2 vote off is interesting. Someone is on the bottom for sure. Also, this next challenge is a creative challenge and when I do these solo I usually do really well. Hopefully I can channel that energy into a win for us here because two tribes are going to tribal. We’ll be down to 17 after this, so I’m not sure if we’d go into a tribe swap yet? Maybe 2 tribes of 8 with one person sitting out? 

Oh hot dang, two tribes are going to tribal next time. Probably going to be us :( now it is time to make alliance chats!

....five seconds later

I suspect that after this double vote out that there will be a tribe swap. I hope I end up with Mo and Jaiden at least.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/17NPxKO_TKgqjNqsaWlbmlL0jgU36Aygi/view?usp=drivesdk

I really like this challenge. I feel confident about it but at the same time nervous that 2 tribes will be going to tribal. I really hope my tribe wins this one since I still don't know how the tribe feels about me. Wish me luck guys!

My tribe is not going to win this immunity challenge. Our nightclub is due just hours away and we have little nothing done. I am going to have to scramble soon.....I did nothing to help my tribe with the challenge, so if it is me that goes, I would understand 

....five seconds later

Honestly, I want to keep Jaiden and Mo around because I feel closer with them than anyone else. I want to keep Kailyn around because she seems to make time for challenges. Everyone else I am okay with going home, Ben hasn't really done anything soooooo maybe him? Oof

If we lose, then it's 2/3rds my fault and 1/3 Stephen. We better not be on the chopping block if we do lose. This is a two person Tribe as of now. Bobby Jon and Stephenie.

...five seconds later

UGH just rename Luxor to Loser

Second we lose Ben finally responded to my pm’s..... hm..... alright....

Y’all rlly won with a PowerPoint SKDJDJSKLALALL

Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.

All that hard work that went into this challenge really paid off! We scored the best and don’t have to attend tribal!! Which is absolutely exciting! Andrew told me he wanted to work together which is rad. Livingston and I want to work together which is radder. And Joey and i want to work together which is raddest. I haven’t spoken too much with Jeff lately even though we talked quite a bit early on. Pat and I speak occasionally. Stephanie and I didn’t really speak at all until recently but we’ve gotten into a good groove the last few days. I’m feeling pretty good about this game so far. I hope there’s no tribal swap or anything right away.

So when I get my chip total I'm gonna update Keegan. He is currently at a soap making class but I want him to know I am serious about working with him in this game and I think this is a good gesture. - keegan has let me know he has 4 chips and is willing to pool them over to me when we have enough so that we can unlock the store. I let him know I am okay with doing the same thing to him, whichever. But yes this is looking HOT for me. - "what's in the store?" | all i can really assume is advantages. we need 10 chips to unlock it. This is very similar to the Unnamed Season but the betting cap gives us more control. At this point, I don't think anyone can mathematically unlock without pooling chips. Keegan and I just need 1 more chip between us. Let's just hope we aren't separated by a swap or some shit. I am hoping for a bit more time on this amazing tribe to get that set up so I have a good idea of what the store holds.

Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.

We lost again!?!?!?!?!??! I am so surprised? Nah I'm kidding, but I don't care. I don't blame our team for losing because 3/5 of us were panicking because our president could be a cheetoh. I'm voting Stephen tonight, I hope the others follow suit. It SHOULD be simple, but 9 hours is a long time for Survivor; and if he knows it's him then might run around and create some chaos - which would be funny.

Rachael (love her she’s probably who I’m closest with along with DeNara and Kailyn) is not being subtle about the fact that she either has a pre-existing friendship with Ben or is currently aligned with Ben. Because Ben, from my knowledge has not been social with anyone, nor has he been super active and in our alliance chat with Kailyn, Rachael seems uncomfortable with the fact that Ben is said to be the vote and is saying she would prefer someone else to go. But like c’mon you can’t deny he hasn’t been social, and even if I had a friendship with somebody before a game, if they aren’t active I’m voting them out. Also I lied to my tribe a couple times this round because I’m lazy.

UGH. We LOST the challenge!!! And it wasn't even close *grumbles angrily* But it's okay. I'm gonna have to work my pussy out to this entire tribe to make them keep me around! I feel pretty good about this, I believe the target is leaning towards Ben but we'll have to wait and see. I don't think it's possible rn but I'm hoping for a swap soon so I can feel a little more re-energized in this game because my tribe has been super quiet lately... I think people will try to move the vote around so I'm going to use my current lack of employment as an opportunity to make myself stay alive on this tribe lmao

These guys are being super boring and either Jake is dumber than i thought, or shadier than i gave him credit for. Xavier might be trying to play me but regardless its doubtful ill stay. John seems to have the most chance of winning out of these four as hes not overplaying. Kevin hasnt spoken to me since the colin vote and it pisses me off that I might be going home after being one of two people that worked on the challenge when kevin was taken off the chopping block immediately for playing jeopardy. i hate this tribe.

....five seconds later

Johns out, Jake too by the sound of it. Time for plan B, which never works but might as well try. Fake idol time.

Oof well the uhh, “obvious friend group” has picked their target and it just so happens to be the only person I’ve made an actual alliance with :/ Poor DeNara. I really didn’t want to have to vote her off this early if I didn’t have to and then the worst part is she didn’t even hear it from me. Nobody is even mentioning game right now and Rachael is acting legitimately surprised to me when I came to her saying “okay this is an easier vote than I thought”.. even tho Ben claimed he had already talked to her..?? Idk man I must’ve done something wrong along the way but these people LEGITIMATELY don’t talk to me. My instant reaction is leaning towards being bitter but bitterness doesn’t really get me anywhere :/ I feel kinda.. out of it rn emotionally just because of everything else I have going on so if I seem more reserved tonight at tribal than usual, that’s why. I just hope that I’m not still stuck on that damn mountain rolling my dumbass rock back up only to get knocked back down again. I’m remaining optimistic for the future.. let’s keep winning some challenges mmkay

Okay good news, I shouldn't be leaving. But that being said DeNara, you have goT TO PULL. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. She's packing her bags and from my knowledge she's going to be fine tonight. Hopefully it'll be Ben who's going but DeNara giving up like this isn't helPING. 

....five seconds later

Also I am in two alliances which is cool I guess.

Oops....... and now I'm controlling this vote I think :) It feels good. I don't know what my plan is !! I'm lying to everyone. I basically put myself in a position to be the 4th person in both votes and I love it so much. I keep telling ppl I'm an emotional mess and I think I'll milk that because SOMEONE is going to get betrayed tonight... love that for me. Rachael, Nik, and Ben want to vote out DeNara Mo, Kailyn, and DeNara want to vote out Ben And tbh I would prefer Rachael or Nik!! Since neither of those things are happening I guess it's up to me to decide which way I wanna swing... I hate/love myself for this. I think there are good cases for both people to leave, because I think that getting rid of DeNara strengthens bonds I never had with Rachael and co. while getting rid of Ben just makes me their enemy. Honestly I am starting to lean towards getting rid of DeNara for that sole purpose alone. It'll be messy for sure. Ben provides NOTHING to the game right now and I hate the fact that he announced in his intro that he's just here to backstab people... but villains don't win unless they're sitting next to another villain. He's the goat to me and Rachael right now, but pretty homos like me always win xx I might regret this decision down the road but HOPEFULLY whichever side I take will pay me back in protection down the line. I think I have the charm to smooth shit over w Kailyn and Mo but its up for determination. I think that I have the finesse to beat Rachael in a vote, too, but I don't want to put her back up against the wall just yet..... ;) Anyways... I hope this isn't my last confessional. I wasn't having fun until I found my place. Let's get it on.

It is me or Ben tonight. Guess we will find out who...

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Runaway Princess, Part 2 of 2

Continued from Part 1

Kara announces herself to the first guardpost she comes across. Watching the young soldiers trip over themselves would almost be comical, if not for the heavy weight pressing against her chest.

She shouldn't have left. Not without saying goodbye. Not with their last words being spoken in anger. But she knows that had she waited, she would have stayed.

The Kingsguard arrives in less than a week to escort her back to the capital and her family, but that’s still six days of waiting, alone with her thoughts, sequestered from the young contingent of guards manning the post.

Six days with nothing to do but replay her last words to Lena, colder and more biting with every loop. Six days of stewing in her regrets and sudden doubts. Six days to convince herself that she presumes too much, to think the fate of an entire kingdom hinges on her presence.

Nobles die frequently, even young ones, and the world still continues without them. She could stay gone, stay with Lena, and remain one of the lost.

But her memories of Thorul remain fresh in her mind, and she can't bring herself to leave again.

When the Kingsguard arrives, Kara surrenders Exeter to the Captain.

"I borrowed this horse off a traveler," she informs him. "Their camp is three days north of here, in a copse of elm trees. Please assign your most trusted man to return him."

The Captain nods. "It will be done, my lady."

While Exeter returns north, Kara travels south with her guard. They travel quickly, and though she catches the impressed whispers of those surprised by her ability to keep up, Kara doesn’t have it in her to gloat. A nervous ball of anxiety roils and swells in her gut the closer they get, and her thoughts remain divided between the fight she'd left behind, and the fight yet to come.

But when she is hurried through the palace gate, Kara doesn't find irate rulers waiting for her, but her mother and father, tearful and overjoyed to see her. Their relief soothes her anxiety, and reaffirms her decision. She’s made the right choice.

Hasn’t she?

Kara later learns that Mon-el has married another in her absence: a Saturnian princess with riches to spare and the patience-- and iron will-- of a saint. With the impetus gone, her parents seem content to allow her to slip back into her role and govern unmarried. Slowly, she takes on more and more responsibility and neither has any complaints as to her performance.

Nor do they protest when Kara sends a missive to Thorul, offering aid and supplies on the condition they cease their war with Mars. The response, when it comes, is a vague yet diplomatic decline.

And through it all, Kara misses Lena.

Her mother seems content to pretend the ordeal never happened, but her father finds Kara late one evening, and asks what she’d experienced on her travels.

Kara's heart twists at the echo of her last words to Lena, and her last glimpse of Lena's face, stricken with hurt.

"Kara?" Zor el asks, hand warm as he reaches for Kara’s hand.

Kara meets her father’s gaze, but pulls away from the comfort he offers. The smile she offers is empty.

"I learned the meaning of kindness."

The Captain's trusted knight returns to the capital with Exeter still in hand. The camp had been deserted, he reports, and despite his best attempts to find a trail to follow, there were none. The traveler was long gone.

The news is the final nail in the coffin encasing her heart. It doesn’t stop the hurt, but makes it permanent, a constant ache she carries with her every moment of every day. It becomes a part of her, and puts to rest the hope of ever seeing Lena again.

When her parents finally broach the subject of marriage again, more than a year after her return, Kara agrees.

Fearful of a repeat escape, her parents insist she choose her own match. They issue the call for suitable matches, but deliver the responses to Kara for review and selection. Kara can hardly bring herself to care. Marrying for love matters little-- she'll never love another the way she loved Lena, and loves still.

But even with the good of her people outweighing the longing in her heart, how can she choose? A Martian match would bring honor and knowledge, but not much else after the long and ongoing war with Thorul.

Or Starhaven for their commerce?

Even Thorul with its vast lands promised resources if their war ever ended.

Kara sits in a sea of paper when her father finally finds her. He clears a seat, and starts leafing through the responses.

"Surely you can find someone suitable from all this."

"They are all suitable." Kara sits back in her seat, defeated. "I am awash in suitability."

Her father pauses, glancing at her in surprise. Before her months away, she’d never been one for melancholy. Now she's steeped with it, and she well knows it.

Still, she doesn't apologize.

"Kara," her father says finally, "you should know that while my marriage to your mother was arranged by our families, we are very much in love."

Kara shrugs. "I'm not concerned with love, Father."

"Then what is your concern?"

"Krypton. All of these suitors would prove a valuable alliance, in their own way. But how can I know which way will be the best for Krypton?"

Her father hums, regarding her carefully. "Do you remember the tale of Thara Ak-Var?”

Kara nods. “She defeated Gann Arkar following his attempted coup, and reclaimed her family’s crown.”

“She also faced a similar crisis, when her counsel called for her to take a husband. She’d hoped to thwart their will by setting her suitors to three impossible tasks. To her dismay, one suitor surpassed every challenge.”

“You mean… the Trials of Nightwing and Flamebird?” Kara scoffs. “You can’t be serious. They haven’t been held in thousands of years!”

“There are some that would prefer a return to tradition. I’ve tasked the royal historians with finding ways to integrate old traditions with our newer ways. The Trials were among them, once the arrangement with Daxam fell through.”

He says it without accusation, as casually as if he discussed nothing but the weather. Kara considers his proposal. “What if no single suitor wins all three tasks?”

Zor el laughs, his mirth warm and contagious enough to pull a tiny smile to Kara’s lips. clasps her hand.

"Then at the very least, my daughter, you will have narrowed the fish in the sea to three."

The historians propose the Trials as three challenges:

The Hunt - All suitors will have the same twenty-four hours to present their hopeful intended with the game of their choice. It symbolizes the perpetual chase of Nightwing after Flamebird, but with a happier ending. The hunters may use any tools but only that which they can carry on their person.

The Pledge - The original Nightwing had been tasked by Rao to perpetually create. Flamebird had been tasked to destroy her creations. To honor Nightwing’s toils, the suitors each pledge a construction to Krypton. It can be of any origin, for any purpose, but must be built on Kryptonian soil, to benefit the Kryptonian crown.

The Duel - Once a fight to the death, the rules have been modified. Only blunted weapons may be used, and the suitors will face off in a tourney, weapon type to be decided by lots, until a single suitor is left standing, and named champion.

Upon completion of the three challenges, Kara-- the intended-- will weigh the value of each gift, and in consideration of their conduct and standing in the tasks, choose her betrothed.

With this in mind, Kara narrows her pool of suitors to six: Mars, Durla, Starhaven, Colu, Terra, and Thorul. As she issues her invitations, Lena's features linger in her mind.

This is for the best, she tells herself. The Trials will honor Krypton's history, and will give her criteria from which to choose.

"This is for the best," Kara says again, as if repeating it will make it any less false.

Preparations take nearly a year, but on the eve of the first challenge, Kara finds her stomach in knots. She receives each of her suitors graciously along with their delegation. Though she has some idea of whom each kingdom has sent to compete for her hand, their faces remain covered per Kryptonian custom. They will compete anonymously, identified only by the royal crests emblazoned on their tunics and armor. They compete for their nation, not themselves.

Kara wonders only for Thorul. She's surprised they accepted in the first place, considering their exchange following her return and the fact there’d been no rumor of the king being in want of a wife. But Thorul presents itself before her with crisp heraldry and a deep bow from the suitor.

Huh. She'd heard the king was taller.

They spend the night feasting, and at dawn the following morning the procession of suitors makes its way to the edge of the forest-- the same forest she'd fled to, with...

No, Kara, she scolds herself. Enough.

At the edge of the wood, the hunters are reminded of the terms for their task: only what tools they carry with them, and in the time between one noon and to the next, they are to return with what game they believe worthy of their intended.

When the horn sounds, all five suitors sprint for the woods.

Their delegations remain, and Kara flits among all of them alongside her parents, doing her best to make new friends and establish a foundation for future alliances regardless of the trials’ outcome.

Starhaven is the first to return, at dawn the following morning, hauling six strings of rabbits. Quantity over quality, Kara notes, seeing a few too small and too young to be considered good game.

Kara thanks them regardless.

"It will feast us well tonight," she offers with a rehearsed smile. "Thank you for your gift."

Terra returns next, dragging a trussed deer behind them. It's large, and bears the wound of a single arrow.

Durla returns with a string of trout, won with patience and keen timing.

Colu returns with... mushrooms. Through their herald, Kara is informed that mushrooms can be more nutritious than animal meat, and these in particular were a rare delicacy.

Kara accepts these too, with similar gratitude-- and a mental note to learn if Coluans were against ingesting all meat, or just wild game.

Mars returns mid-morning, moving slow under the large boar dripping blood across their shoulders. Applause greets them as they carry their kill through the camp-- its defeat is a triumph of both strength and courage.

Thorul is the last to arrive. Just before the herald blows the final horn, a shout at the edge of camp alerts them all to the final suitor’s return. Kara waits as they make their way closer, and as they wind their way through the crowd, she hears a wave of gasps travel across the gathered audience.

When the crowd finally parts, she sees that her suitor is not dragging a carcass at all, but instead leads a live stag with a pelt of pure, snowy white.

Kara can barely tear her eyes from it, with its unnatural blue eyes and the downy antlers atop its head. It seems almost like an illusion, but when she steps forward, it whuffs and tugs agitatedly against the makeshift halter the suitor had fashioned from loops of rope.

No illusion. Just a single, miraculous find. One that-- aside from heaving flanks and patent exhaustion-- is absolutely unharmed.

Kara looks to the suitor, swallowing her shock. "It's beautiful."

The masked face of her suitor stares at her for a long moment, before they look to their herald. The herald listens to the suitor's low words, and conveys them forward to Kara.

"My master understands that it breaks with Kryptonian tradition, but requests the beast not be killed. Instead, they beseech your majesties to allow it to returned to the forest following the evening’s festivities."

Kara nods, agreeing even as her father chimes in. "There is no rule that the game must be slaughtered. No, this animal is more than its meat. It shall return it to its home when we return to ours."

The crowd erupts into applause, and the Thorulian suitor is soon swept away by congratulations and festivities. Kara stays with the stag, and continues to stare.

"I've never even heard stories of such a beast," she whispers to her father.

He nods. "It is a kind heart that values the life of a rarity more than its ownership." He squeezes her shoulder. "Thorul may surprise us yet."

True to their word, when the procession prepares to return to the palace, they release the stag to the wood. It disappears within moments, and Kara issues a quiet prayer to Rao, asking he grant the creature a safe journey home. When she opens her eyes, she finds the Thorulian suitor staring once more from behind the the thin, dark cloth that disguises their features.

They don't approach. They don't speak.

After a long moment, the suitor bows once more before returning to their delegation.

That night is more feasting and celebration. Servants carry platters upon platters of food to their tables, and the wine and mead pour to overflowing. Kara barely tastes any of it. Her thoughts remain with the stag in the forest, and wondering whether Lena ever saw a creature like that.

The next day passes quietly, in both recovery from the night before and preparation for the Trials to come. After the Hunt, however, the Pledge is a placid affair. One by one, each suitor approaches Kara with their herald in tow.

Terra promises a fleet of ships, faster and more agile than any Krypton has seen before.

Mars vows to erect a temple in Rao's honor. Though they honor different gods, Mars respects all deities, and those who peacefully worship them.

Starhaven offers an opulent palace, as lavish as any who have come before it.

Colu pledges a school, and the teachers to fill it, large and grand enough to admit any who wish to attend and learn of science and literature.

Again, Thorul speaks last.

"Thorul pledges a home."

Kara shares a look with her father. "For the newlyweds?" he prompts, attempting to draw out more details.

"No, my lord. For those who have none."

A wave of incredulous murmuring washes through the crowd. The herald continues.

"In honor of the betrothal, the first home will be dedicated to the children of Krypton, those forced to streets by loss or circumstance, those without family living or caring. Then, after the first year, Thorul will pledge a home to any family who cannot afford or are not capable of building one themselves."

Kara's throat tightens. The suitor gazes at her still. She wants to hear their voice, have some clue of their identity. But it's the herald that continues.

"If selected, our suitor knows they will be made to feel at home in Krypton. They only wish to grant the same to all Kryptonian citizens."

Silence follows. When her father nudges her, Kara realizes it is her turn to address the suitors. She stands.

"Thank you for your generous pledges," she tells the suitors. "All will benefit Krypton greatly. I shall weigh them all carefully-- in the meantime, please enjoy this feast, prepared in your honor.”

The crowd cheers, but still Thorul stares.

The third and final challenge welcomes the public to spectate. Crowds upon crowds fill the large stadium constructed just for this task, and soon the air fills with exuberant excitement. Despite its ultimate purpose, the event is a true tourney, and the crowds feast upon their own excitement until they are raucous and loud and boisterous.

Kara's stomach twists in anxious anticipation.

After the tourney, she will make her selection. Without seeing her suitors’ faces, she will choose a match for her kingdom, and the person she would share the rest of her life with. Suddenly, she wishes the historians hadn’t kept with the tradition of anonymity.

The first three rounds are assigned randomly, weapons chosen by a roll of the dice. Starhaven trounces Durla with speed and efficiency in unarmed combat. Terra proves the better bowman, nailing three bulls eyes while Colu plants a neat grouping in an outer ring.

But what the public truly came to see is Thorul and Mars. News of their war had spread, and chance brings them together in the first round of the tourney. The weapon is staves, and Kara watches with her heart in her throat as the embattled nations go head to head.

Both suitors prove themselves nimble fighters, their movements smooth and acrobatic. There is intensity in their movements, but not menace. In fact, they almost seem to be having fun, giving each other space and time to show off with elaborate tumbling passes and graceful combinations.

It doesn't follow a tradition of bloodshed, but the crowd eats it up. To Kara's surprise, they cheer for Thorul.

"My people tell me that word of the past two trials has spread," her father tells her. "The Thorulian suitor has made quite an impression."

And their suitor gets the upper hand almost by accident. Mars gets off balance, and Thorul helps them along by spilling them into a pinning hold with Mars' leg trapped between staff and body.

It's showy and dramatic, sending the crowd to roaring. Mars taps out, and accepts Thorul's hand in getting up. They offer a deep bow to Kara, then a shallower one to the spectators before clasping hands in a match well-played.

They seem almost friendly. More than.

"Perhaps news of their war have been false," Kara murmurs. Her father has no response.

For the second and final round, Terra, Starhaven, and Thorul step into the ring together, swords in hand. Each weapon is duller than a butter knife, but Kara’s throat constricts at the menacing glint of sunlight off polished metal. At the sound of the gong, they begin.

Terra turns on Thorul immediately, marking them as their greatest rival. Thorul deftly deflects and engages, trading blow for blow with one eye towards Starhaven, who waits placidly to see how the impromptu face-off will end.

It ends with slow predictability-- Thorul drives Terra back, step by step, and gives no ground in return. Thorul is relentless, and before Terra can stop to consider their position, the gong sounds to signal the disqualification. Terra looks at their feet, as though shocked to find themselves out of bounds, before looking up to meet Thorul's shrug.

Kara is so caught up in the exchange she almost doesn't notice Starhaven creeping up to take advantage of the relaxed exchange of good humor.

"Watch out!" Kara cries, the words swallowed by the roar of the crowd as Thorul flings themselves to one side, narrowly dodging the shove that would have sent them out of bounds as well. They roll smoothly to their feet, and circles Starhaven in ready strides, head swivelling to keep their opponent in sight.

Starhaven loses patience first, and charges. Thorul steps neatly out of the way, making Starhaven stumble to find their target no longer there. Starhaven sweeps their blade through the air, and Thorul dodges again, hopping backwards across the sandy ground never allowing the blows to come close to hitting. They don't retaliate.

Kara soon realizes that this is a strategy in and of itself. With every unchallenged blow Starhaven grows visibly furious, until their strikes are sharp and angry. Every wild stroke saps energy, and leaves the crowd jeering. When Thorul's first return volley is a smack of the flat of their blade to the seat of Starhaven's pants, the crowd erupts into laughter.

Starhaven issues a bellow of their own, deep and guttural and full of rage.

Alarm hammers in Kara's heart as they charge once more. This time, Thorul engages. They parry, letting the blades slide off each other with a sharp shiiing of metal. They parry again and again, deflecting each blow off Starhaven with seemingly little effort at all, while Starhaven visibly slows and tires.

But even Thorul's good humor has its limit. On the next pass, Starhaven locks their hilts together, bringing them close. Their arm jabs forward and lands what Kara's assumes is a barehanded punch to Thorul's ribs, until Thorul pulls free with shout and slams their fist and hilt into Starhaven's face.

The shift to true violence jars the crowd to silence. As Starhaven reels, Thorul reaches for their ribs, and with a jolt Kara can feel from her seat, pulls a knife from the niche between their armor plates.

Blood stains the sand, drawing a roar of outrage from the spectators.

"Cheat!"

"Foul!"

“Coward!”

Kara nearly shoots to her feet, ready to end the duel right then and there, but her father's hand on her shoulder stays her.

"Thorul has not cried foul. Let us see what they intend to do.”

So Kara remains seated, vibrating with tension. On the field, Thorul visibly flags, one hand bracing their wounded side and chest heaving in pain. Starhaven straightens, emboldened by their success.

There's no finesse to their final charge. Just a roar that is swallowed by the clamor of an enraged crowd, and a massive double handed swing intended to do as much damage as a blunted weapon can inflict.

A single, feminine cry carries above the din, as Thorul lifts their sword to deflect. Starhaven's sword turns aside, scraping along the outside of Thorul's gauntlet. The cry turns to a bellow as Thorul halts Starhaven's charge with a massive kick to their chest, slamming their foot directly into the engraved crest of the Starhaven royal family.

Starhaven's feet fly out from under them, and they slam bodily to the ground. They go still for a long moment, and in the sudden silence, Kara hears a cough and a gasp from the fallen suitor before they roll, clutching their chest in obvious pain.

Thorul kneels, leaning in close to speak into Starhaven's ear. After a moment, Starhaven reaches out with one hand and taps the ground twice.

In the silence that follows, Thorul climbs back to their feet, hand still pressed to their ribs. To everyone's surprise, their free hand plants their sword in the sand before extending toward.

Starhaven to help the fallen suitor rise as well.

"We have a champion!" Kara's father booms. The crowd goes wild, and as the competitors offer tender bows to their hosts, he leans in to speak in Kara's ear. "And what a champion we have."

Yes, Kara's thoughts echo. A champion indeed.

That night, the feast is loud and boisterous, but not quite enough to drown out the pounding of Kara's heart. She doesn't eat, and notices neither Starhaven nor Thorul do as well. The remaining four seem in good spirits, as though content for another to be selected.

When the time comes, Kara's father lifts his hand, and the herald pounds the floor with his staff, calling the room to attention.

"The time has come!" Zor el announces. "Suitors, please gather."

Already drifting to the front of the room, the suitors form a single line, shoulder to shoulder. They wait, and Kara feels her heart climb up her throat, desperate to escape.

"Lady Kara," her father prompts. "Please make your selection."

Kara rises, and stands tall on legs that threaten to collapse.

"I thank you all again, for honoring Krypton's custom and history by participating in the trials. Your conduct over the past three days have given me great insight into your characters, and though I shall only select one of you, know that I look forward to getting to know all of you better in the years to come. You have proven the honor and good faith of your kingdoms, and I am glad to have made your acquaintance."

Some more than other. She forces herself not to glare at Starhaven’s masked face. Their poor conduct during the duel still rankles, but Kara cannot admonish them after Thorul had conducted them with such grace and aplomb. No matter how she might wish to.

"I have weighed each of your gifts with great consideration, and have made my selection."

A ripple of anticipation travels across the room, and Kara takes a deep breath.

"For their choice of game, I received a reminder of the beauty that exists in Krypton, and with their pledge, they have placed value in our people, and demonstrated they understand the importance of service to the realm."

Kara continues to address the crowd, rather than the suitors. She pretends not to notice the way Thorul stands so still, frozen in place. She pretends not to feel their hidden eyes upon her, drinking her in. Rooting her to the spot.

"And with their conduct in the duels, they have both honored the spirit of our customs, and demonstrated a strength of will and character that Krypton will cherish, for all their years to come."

With her father's steadfast presence behind her, and the crowd waiting with bated breath, Kara lifts her chin and squares her shoulders.

"For my betrothed, I choose Thorul."

Her declaration meets with exuberant applause. She had made her match for Krypton, and Krypton gives their approval wholeheartedly. It should ease the knot climbing up her throat, and yet…

The remaining five suitors bow in deference to her decision, and acquit themselves graciously. They drift back to their delegations, leaving Thorul to stand alone.

The Thorulian herald approaches, a proud and pleased smile on his face. "My lord and lady, it is my honor and privilege to present to you, Princess Lena of Thorul."

The suitor's hands lift even before the herald finishes, pulling back their hood and tugging the black mask down below her chin to reveal dark hair, pale skin, and a jawline Kara's recognizes in intimate detail.

Lena.

Her Lena.

Kara's heart trips in her chest as she stares, and dares not to blink lest the apparition dissolve into so much smoke.

Lena gazes back, holding Kara's stare unwaveringly.

Zor el fills her stunned silence. "Well met, Princess!" Green eyes shift to Zor el, and bows deeply in greeting. "We'd heard you'd been lost!"

The princess’ gaze slides back to Kara, addressing her simple response to her newly betrothed.

"I was found."

The feast continues long into the night, but does so without the new betrothed. The Thorulian delegation withdraws shortly after the selection, following the final steps of Kryptonian tradition.

Kara departs as well, as much to freshen up as to finally collapse onto a seat as her trembling legs finally gave way. She had imagined it, surely. A trick of the light and her mind's desperate attempt to say goodbye to her first and final love.

But when she steps into the privacy of the portrait gallery to meet her betrothed an hour later, the figure waiting with her back to the door has the same slope of Lena's shoulders, the same ruddy tint when the light catches her dark hair just so.

The door clicks audibly behind her, sealing them in a tenuous silence.

"L-Lena...?"

"You left."

Kara's breath catches, as a sob crawls up her throat. It is her. It's her, it's her, it's her... "Lena, how...? Why?"

"You called me selfish, stole my horse, and you left."

Finally, Lena turns. Seeing her again feels like a kick to the chest, but it's the tears glinting in her eyes that tears her heart asunder.

"Lena, I'm so sorry," she gasps. Tears of her own spill down her cheeks. "Those things I said-- I shouldn't have--"

"You were right." Lena's anger deflates in an instant. Suddenly, she looks smaller than she ever did. "I ran from my home, from my people, and never looked back."

Kara swallows thickly, wiping her cheeks. "You have now."

Lena shrugs with a bitter smirk. "Let's just say walking to the next town on foot gave me time to think."

A laugh bubbles out of Kara, and she freezes in chagrin. But when Lena's lips lift into a careful smile, Kara beams and rushes to close the difference.

She throws her arms around Lena's neck, clinging to her as her laughter wobbles back into tears. Lena turns her face into Kara's neck inhaling deeply. Her shoulders loosen, but her grip tightens, refusing to let go.

"I've missed you," Kara murmurs through her tears. "So, so much."

It's been almost two years since their argument in the woods. Two years of dreams and fading memories. And here Lena is, solid in her arms.

She squeezes Lena tighter, only draw back sharply when Lena hisses in pain. "What? What happ-- oh my god, you're injured. That stupid, no-good Starhaven bast--"

"I'm fine, my lady," Lena murmurs. "Just... maybe watch the hands for a while."

Kara gasps another laugh, gathering Lena's hands in hers.

She doesn't let go.

They speak for hours that night, and in so doing, Kara learns the truth.

Lena had indeed run, much like Kara, but not just from the rumored marriage.

"All my life I was told I was nothing,” Lena tells her, seated on the intimate couch nestled between sculptures of Kara’s ancestors. “When my mother announced the wedding, she made it explicitly clear it wasn't for political advantage, or alliance-- Starhaven was simply the kingdom willing to take me off her hands the soonest."

"Starhaven? That's why..." Kara's fingers flicker towards the bandages hidden beneath her tunic.

Lena nods. "Lord Edge doesn’t forgive a slight-- not even one inflicted when we were barely thirteen. Nor does he appreciate his jilter competing against him for the hand of another."

Thirteen… Lena has spent a long time alone.

"I couldn't live the life they wanted-- shoved to the side, ignored... powerless." Lena can't meet Kara's gaze. She stares at their laced fingers instead. "So I left. It never occurred to me for a moment that they'd ever miss me."

Kara squeezes her hand, mourning the child Lena had been: wanting for love and purpose. "If the marriage was intended for Starhaven, then why the Martian War?"

Lena sighs. "It took me months to work out that Lex's advisors were misleading him. And he's so damn stubborn he had to hear the collusion for himself before he believed it. But he did, and dismissed them. I've been helping him broker peace ever since."

"You seemed friendly with the Martian suitor..."

"M'gann and I have grown familiar over the course of the negotiations. They're a reasonable people, especially once Lex agreed to pay reparations. If Lex keeps his own counsel, I think our people may be allies yet."

Kara gazes at Lena, drinking in the sight of her easy confidence. She'd never noticed before, the way she'd been wound tight against judgement. But the lack of it now is unmistakable. Her years on the road may have helped her find her power, but returning home has given her purpose.

"Your brother..." Kara says carefully. "He doesn't sound like someone who didn't miss you."

Cheeks coloring, Lena looks away. "The night I returned, I stole into the castle. I didn't want to be seen until I knew how he'd react, and he--"

Her voice gives out, and her lips tremble. Kara leans against her, offering silent support.

"He'd never hugged me so tight before," Lena whispers. She almost cries, but she wipes her tears away with a smile. "He almost didn't let me come here, he was so scared to let me out of his sight again."

"I know the dowager passed, some years ago. I imagine he must have been thrilled to learn he had family still living."

"He found Mother’s journals, after the funeral. It wasn't until he read how she thought of me that he realized why I left. He'd never realized how wretched she was."

Lena’s thumb rubs soft circles against the back of Kara’s hand. Silence gathers around them, insulating them from the rest of the world. Kara stares at her, and watches as Lena seems to struggle with some new truth she’d yet to share.

Finally, her gaze lifts to meets Kara's with solemn intent. "Kara, you should know... he's named me his heir. He intends to make the proclamation after we announce our betrothal."

Kara grins. "Then he is indeed a wise king."

"No, Kara, it means... when his title falls to me, it means our two kingdoms will be bound. They could unite, if we wish it."

Kara cups Lena's cheeks with both hands. "If Thorul is anything like its princess, then Krypton would be all the richer for it."

A dark eyebrow lifts. "Even a selfish princess?"

Familiar shame chills Kara to the bone. Her lips press together as old tears burn at her eyes. "I should never have said those things, Lena. I've regretted them the moment I gave voice to them.”

Lena shrugs. "You were right. Even if you didn't know it. I ran from my duties, and for far longer than you did."

"You are also the one who took the hand of a desperate, terrified girl," Kara reminds her, bumping their foreheads together, “and helped her for no other reason than because she asked. And then…”

Pulling back, Lena meets her gaze with startling intensity. “Then?”

Kara smiles.

“You gave her the world."

[unkindrewind]

GENERAL >

FULL NAME: Charles Matthew Ayers NICKNAME: Charlie // Preferred, only his mother calls him by his first name . Ken // Around campus by peers due to attachment to Sarah. Charliebear // by Sarah .  Space-case. Airhead. Dunce cap. Nimrod, Etc // by Christopher AGE: 19 - 20 // Verse Dependent  BIRTH DATE: December 19th , 1964 ZODIAC: Sagittarius ETHNICITY: White GENDER: Cis Male PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Craven Creek , Washington SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual // Closeted would imply awareness of some kind , most attraction to those male presenting is seen as ‘ just being friendly’ in his eyes. Coming from a very traditional small town in the 70s & 80s with no obvious LGBTQ representation. . He is oblivious to his sexuality for the most part. RELIGION: Raised Protestant // Personally non - practicing , or practices only around family SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English . Handful of French and Spanish CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Living within his messy dorm at SCU EDUCATION: EDUCATION: High-school graduate from Carpenter High // Had to repeat a few classes making him graduate a year later than his peers. Freshman at Silas Craven University - SCU - on a sports scholarship. OCCUPATION: Part time // Usually night - shift at Flick Picks Video Rentals. TRANSPORTATION: 1970  Ford Mustang Sportroof // Sky blue, basic model. TYPICAL LOCATIONS [ FOR PLOTS ETC ]:  Flick Picks Video Rental shop. SCU campus // Class, dorm and frat parties, hockey arena, pool . Movie theater.

RELATIONSHIPS >

PARENTS: Denise Ayers // Mother . Richard Ayers // Father - On friendly enough terms with the two of them, but the institutionalized 'parent /child' detachment has always been present . Richard, the businessman always on the go, has never taken a moment away from his work. And Denise, though a stay - at - home mother, often spends her time in the company of fellow mothers and projects around the house. Beyond the basics, they know very little about their children and hold to the belief their main job is to provide and care for them, not be their best friends. SIBLINGS:  - Christopher Ayers // Older brother, by three years - A very complicated relationship. Christopher is, in the eyes of everyone and especially their parents, the proverbial 'golden boy' : Smart. Handsome. Charismatic.  Popular. The desire of every girl's heart. Captain of every sports team he's been a part of, that position currently being in SCU's lacrosse and basketball teams. From the outside looking in, he is by old school terms, perfect, though few see or even know of the rather aggressive and twisted side of him, including their mother and father. That side is and, since their childhood, has been reserved for Charlie's eyes only. Yet despite taking the brunt of Chris's cruelty and jokes at his expense, Charlie has always admired and looked up to him. And sadly, still does. - Robert ‘Robbie’ Ayers // 12 year old brother - Close, though sadly not as close as they once were. Moving away from home has created a bit of an inevitable distance. Between games, parties, and basic expectations of highschool, Charlie had been Robbie's go-to babysitter. The two had been thick as thieves - Robbie being among the rare few to not only know of Charlie’s dabble in home-movie horror, but even star in a few films himself - and whenever a need for brotherly bonding and advice was warranted, Charlie was there. -Rosie Ayers // 3 year old sister - Sadly, Charlie isn't as close with her as he'd like to be. Born when he was just beginning his escalation in popularity, he didn't spend much time with her, and over all still hasnt. NOTABLE CONNECTIONS:  - Irene Fernandez // @gcrefxed Close Friend Fellow target of the mysterious killer .  - Sarah Reed // @killerxquccn Best Friend since middleschool. The term 'soulmate' has been thrown around [ Much to the annoyance of Charlie's exes ] due to how close they are and how well they get along. As have many other affectionate monikers; 'Sarah Sunshine' among them, inspired by the bright and warming smile that since knowing her the mere presence of has never failed to make Charlie's day all the better. A matching pair : The jock and the cheerleader. A match that due to their popularity hasn't gone unnoticed ; people speculating they are dating or saying they should be, and earning them the nicknames ' Barbie and Ken ' since highschool, and often heard around campus. Girlfriends and latenight partners come and go, but Sarah has always remained. She is considered by far one of the most important people in Charlie's life. One he could never - and would never - imagine living without. Fate, however, has different plans. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Jessica Thompson // Recent Ex Girlfriend.  Beautiful, upper middle class, and notable mean girl. Well, notable only to those she targets ;  mainly fellow girls lower on the popularity totem pole. Sly and clever Jessica  knows who to target, how, and how to get away with it. Which is precisely what happens, and has her entire school career..  Charlie in particular was never aware of her actions, as she is always careful to show her cruelty when few are around and those least likely to spread word,  though to anyone else in his position the writing was very clearly on the wall. Through most of their close to two year relationship, Jessica used Charlie's good-hearted nature, penchant to fall hard for pretty girls, and unfortunate tendency to be too forgiving to the point of becoming a pushover to those he cares for to her advantage: taking more than giving, but giving just enough to make him believe there was more requited love than there really was. In truth, her sights - like many- had always been on Charlie's older brother, Christopher, ever since highschool, but being the revolving door of women type, his sights were never aimed in her direction. To Jessica, Charlie was merely a fall back; if you can't get the prize, second best was better than nothing. Until one fateful night, Charlie decided to stop by Jessica's dorm and found none other than his older brother there to greet him. Half dressed and radiating smugness. In no way did either Chris nor Jessica attempt to deny what had happened between them, Chris giving Charlie a pitying pat to the shoulder and leaving the scene with a final jab, ' Guess she wanted a real man. '  While it was a dream come true for Jessica, to Chris it was nothing more than a one night only event, with the added enjoyment of his conquest being his brother's girlfriend . Despite the betrayal, Charlie not only wanted to fix their relationship but blamed himself for her act, asking what he had done to drive her to it. Jessica, seeing Charlie's devotion as weakness, was merely disgusted.  Simply giving a cutting, curt 'There's nothing to fix.' And like that, it was over. Leaving Charlie heartbroken and devastated, with that wound never able to fully close seeing Jessica around campus often. SEXUAL / DATING HISTORY: Has had quite a few partners and girlfriends, but wouldn't be considered a playboy like his older brother by any means. While he can be on the promiscuous side, generally he wants more meaningful connections. Sadly, without realizing, he tends to lean towards more superficial relationships -not helped by his worry to open up about his true interests and passions in life- which takes a toll on said relationships longevity.

PHYSICAL TRAITS >

EYE COLOUR: Hazel // Warm brown with small flecks of mossy green HAIR: Dark Auburn // Kept short // Wavy HEIGHT: 6 ‘ 3 ” BODY BUILD: Athletic // Fit , broad shouldered NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Has a very slight crookedness to nose after having it broken during hockey practice in highschool.   . A warm , sometimes described ‘dopey’ grin . Kind eyes. FACECLAIM: Ross Lynch

PERSONALITY >

INTELLIGENCE:Not the sharpest tool in the shed. Academically, he can be a bit slow. Emotionally and creatively, however, very adept and intelligent. More right brained. INTERESTS: Film fanatic . Horror movies // Has an interest in one day becoming a movie director but keeps it very close to the vest. Sports enthusiast . Hockey // Plays for SCU’s  team. Swimming // On SCU’s swim team.  Attending every party he can. STRENGTHS: Easy going . Understanding . Empathetic . Great sense of humor . Determined . Playful . Outgoing . Sweet . Loyal . Imaginative . Open - minded . Supportive . Energetic. Congenial. WEAKNESSES: Insecure // mostly about intelligence . Stubborn . Blunt // Says the first thing that comes to mind without thinking it through . Apologetic or sometimes overlooks the bad actions of those he cares for / his family . Gullible . Occasionally reckless // especially when stressed .  Too forgiving . Christopher. DISPOSITION: Very laid back, friendly and approachable // easy to strike up a conversation with on just about anything SOCIAL STANDING: Popular // Both he and his older brother Christopher have been since Highschool SLASHER TROPES: Dumb Jock // The Nice guy

SYNOPSIS >

Nice house. Nice yard. White-picket fence. Mother, the home - maker. Father, the shrewd businessman. Children, well behaved and well liked. The Ayers family lives the ideal cookie-cutter simplicity of upper middle - class conservative America. And for most that's enough. For Charlie Ayers, the second eldest son, it is. At least, he thinks so. An upbringing of keeping to the status quo, hard rigidity to conform, is all he knows. Evident in his persistent standing as another popular jock continuing into college . In 1983 small town suburbia, minor deviations from the expected norm is a thing balked or crucified. Even something simple as an innocuous interest. And therein lies the reason his true love, of media, of a genre most consider ghoulish and the dream to DIRECT and make such films , has been kept a secret from most.          A JOCK WITH A HORROR MOVIE FETISH? WEIRD!  A silly thing to hide, perhaps. Yet hide he does. Perhaps not entirely well, as the few home-made films in his repertoire have been surreptitiously added onto the shelves of the VHS rental store he clocks into most weekdays. But he'll take the fact he hasn't been reprimanded by his superior as a win. Flick Picks Video Rentals is, in many ways, a haven. A place where for the first time, Charlie could feel at home with his covert passions for film in which he would be expected to be ashamed anywhere else. A small respite, that unbeknownst to young Charlie, wouldn't last. Despite the kindly reminder to rewind before returning, most seldom listened. In the quiet and uneventful hours of the night, that became Charlie's job. VHS popped into the rewinder, eyes on the CTR TV to check for any scratches or tangling of the tape, slide into its box upon completion, rinse and repeat. It was a tedious task to be sure, but something Charlie found mildly comforting in its predictable repetition. One that seldom provided any surprises. 

               Until ONE TAPE …

It wasn't unheard of for someone to record over one of the rentals. Uncommon, yes, as it was guaranteed to earn you a ten dollar fine to replace what was lost, but not unheard of. Usually in such a case, rewinding was stopped, the tape set aside with a note. Yet something- … something wasn't right. This tape wasn't one of theirs. Or professionally made for that matter. The film had the signature grain, bad lighting and time code at the bottom of something made at home. But the stationary upward framing, fixed on a single person. A single tied person. Bloodied. Sobbing. This wasn't right. A masked figure stepping into view. Toying with the other. Armed with a knife. This definitely wasn't right. The one tied, turned frantic. The knife slicing. The blood. It couldn't have been real, right? Someone trying their hand at horror like he did. And effectively at that. It was unsettling to say the least. Something he brought up, showed to a coworker the next day, and was assured in a chiding manner it was fake. Even he in what film making experience he possessed, had reservations. Why, then, he remained uncertain he wasn't sure. 

 That uncertainty nagged. Knotted his stomach. And eventually, sent him in an unorthodox direction to his university's theater department for answers. The course of logic he followed said if it was fake, a third and perhaps more experienced opinion wouldn't hurt. It was by pure luck and happenstance that one person with such qualifications was there. While the two had apparently gone to the same highschool, Irene Fernandez had been a complete stranger to him. Might have had something to do with them traveling within social circles so different they might as well have been separate planets altogether. Her skill and knowledge in special effects, however, made her essential to his needs. Was a random encounter over a gory VHS tape an awkward first meeting? Yes. Yet it was not nearly so bad at its beginning as it became in the end, when upon repeated viewing with Irene, Charlie's fears were proven right. No dyed corn syrup or tubes used to spurt it. No retractable prop blades. The blood, murder, all of it was REAL. Which meant the killer was as well. 

 Such a realization made all the more terrifying as another tape appeared in the return slot ...

[h3llostrang3r]

A Lifetime to Remember

Perfect Match 

Pairing: Dames x Mc Summary: One-Shot.Melina Park is searching for Dames. Word Count: 3,800 Warnings: Language,Sexual content implied(I don’t think it’s anything more explicit than what you would find in a Choices 30 diamond scene.) Notes: I miss Dames. I still haven’t forgiven PB. I give them all my monies and they couldn’t give me Dames during the finale. 

Do you ever have the feeling that someone is watching you? You know, when you get those urges to look over your shoulder even though no one has called out your name. Did you really see something out of the corner of your eye or was your mind playing tricks? Or when you suddenly look up from whatever you were concentrating on because you could just feel a pair of eyes locked on to you. Like you can just feel the heat from their body and it sends a thrilling chill right through you? I have been feeling this more and more every day for the past few months.

Maybe I’m paranoid. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. But it feels so incredibly real to me.

I’ve spent countless hours online searching for him…

Keegan hasn’t spoken to me since we took down Rowan and Cecile. She won’t give me any information on what happened to him. I’ve reached out to her and those I’ve found connected to her, but nothing. I don’t know why she’s ignoring me, I proved myself to her before - that I’m on her and all the matches side.

No signs of him and no body found. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can’t think the worst. I refuse. I know he’s stronger than that. I need to know if Keegan or someone was able to fix his programing, he could have lost so much of what he had by now. He has to be out there somewhere …

That’s why I have spent so much of my down time online. Throwing myself out there. My online alias spreading like wildfire, ThePurpleHairPark. I’m in chat rooms, forums, social media outlets - there’s always someone watching,reading,lurking from behind their screen. The world knows about the matches and there are so many out there helping them. So there has to be someone that has seen him. All I need is one person to point me in the right direction. Or he can come find me. I know he knows how to. Or at least his past memories would.

Can anyone help me? Actually help me? The conspiracies, the theories, they’re insightful, but I need something more.

Where are you, Dames?

Please. I need you …

Melina sits back in her chair staring at the screen. She sighs heavily before she deletes the plead and publishes her newest post to her open forum. Her purple hair slightly covers her face as she hangs her head low. Some strand clinging to her cheeks as tears start to roll down her face. After a deep breath she wipes the tears and gets up to refill on her iced tea.

Melina was at the coffee shop close by to her apartment almost every day. Always getting looks from the customers coming in and out of the shop. She was never quite sure what they thought of her and her laptop sitting in her favorite spot by the window. She didn’t really care, she just wanted to make sure that she could be seen. Her goal was to be seen by him, by Dames.

As Melina stood in line, she checked her phone. No missed calls or texts from Damien. He had been so busy with work since they saved the President, she was thrilled that Damien’s business was booming, but it made it harder for them to make time for each other. They didn’t mind their low-key nights in just them, some takeout (Melina’s cooking still not improving, whoops) and a movie while snuggling on the couch. Yet, with Damien’s ever growing case files he would often come home, grab a snack and head straight to bed. Damien was still supportive of Melina spending time with Hayden, but even she seemed to be too busy for Melina lately.

Melina orders her iced tea - which is on the house, her friend Lily is now working at the register. Lily gives her a wink and flashes her a smile as she shoos Melina along. Melina mouths a, “thank you” as goes to wait for her drink.

Melina never minded being alone and single. There was always something to do, always a way to entertain herself or keep busy until she heard from one of her friends. So why was it now, when she had two loves in her life she felt most lonely? Even Nadia found time to be with Steve and his… abs. Luckily, her cousin would always make time for her at least once a week. But ever since they came out from hiding from Eros’ radar , life never went back to being carefree for Melina.

Her heart had been so full from being loved without judgement from two amazing people in her life, but now that love - where did it go? Had she expected too much? Was it unreasonable of her to want to see them more than 2 or 3 times a week? Melina’s mind often drifted to Dames when she was alone. There was still that spot in her heart reserved just for him. Which often ached at the thought of him, not knowing where he was or if he was even okay.

She had to find him. She needed the answer. Even if he didn’t want to see her again or even want to be with her, she just wanted him to be okay.  

Her name is called and she grabs her rather large drink and heads back to her spot. She stares at her computer a few moments - and there. That feeling. Her face grows warm, her heart begins to beat a little faster, the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. Her eyes look up from under her long eyelashes - slowly scanning the faces in front of her, nothing. She slowly turns her head to the left, no one looking at her. Her back is against a wall so it definitely was not coming from behind. Melina bites her lip as she returns her gaze back to her computer. No, no, that feeling is still there.

She froze - too scared to turn her head again. Move your damn head, Melina. Do it. She ordered herself internally. Did her body know something her mind didn’t? She blinked and a tear began to fall. Exhale, Melina - slowly she let out the breath she was holding. Her body relaxed and she allowed herself to look to her right, out the window she always had to sit by.

There he was across the street, just staring at her with his hands in his pockets and a sad look on his face. That creep, that handsome fucking creep.

“Dames…” she breathlessly says out loud. Her eyes grow wide, she has to hurry or she’ll miss him. RUN she screams in her head, RUN MELINA. She scrambles out of her seat, almost knocking her laptop off the table, but she doesn’t care. Her feet threaten to trip over each other, but she corrects herself. She pushes the coffee shop door open hard and fast, if there was someone about to get hit there was no way she was going to notice. She looks across the street again, he’s not there.

No. Fuck this noise. He’s not getting away without saying a word to me.

Melina’s feet take her to the busy New York street. Her first few steps are in the clear. “Dames” she cries out with every ounce of her heart and soul. “Dames, please.” Her next few steps just miss a car passing by. Her head is spinning, the cars honking in the background seem so far away. The yelling from the other pedestrians not even registering. Her feet stay planted in the street as she frantically looks as to which direction he could have gone.

The honking becomes louder and louder, her ears now pounding. That’s when she looks to her right and coming straight for her is a yellow taxi. Time starts to slow, her breath catches - she can’t move, she wants to scream. Then the feeling, when you can feel the heat of their body against yours. Except this time - it’s real. Her focus goes to him, but is blurred in a flash.

Dames grabs her at incredible speed and throws them both safely to the sidewalk. He envelopes her in his strong arms and shields her from the fall on to the hard concrete. Her legs sting, but that pain is far away from her mind. He holds her for a long time, her face nuzzled in his chest. Her arms tucked between their bodies, her hands gripping for dear life onto his jacket. She inhales his scent, that mix of cologne and rum that reminds her of that blissful night in Paris. In his arms felt so right, she could melt into his touch and not move for hours - but she could live without the dirty sidewalk.

“Dames…” She manages to whisper, “I thought I lost you.” Her body trembles in his arms as the reality hits her. He is here, he is real, he is alive.  She lifts her head from it’s safe space. Oh what she would give to kiss along that jaw and to his mouth. To sink into his lips and wrap her arms around him and never let go.

“Melina what the hell were you thinking?” His face so close to hers, his eyes filled with concern. He brings his hand up to her face to brush back her hair and it lingers as he cups her jaw. Did he dare move his face any closer? Threatening to crash his lips against hers and tangle his hands in her hair, bringing her closer to him and never leave her again.

Before she can answer they are being helped up by onlookers. Her gaze doesn’t move from him, she’s not losing him again. She thanks them and brushes them off as she moves closer to him - if he tries to run she thinks she can be quick enough to grab him by the jacket.

“Please, Dames. Just come to my apartment. Y-you don’t have to s-stay. I …” She drops her head for a moment as she lets out a deep sigh. Looking into his eyes - God, is this real? Is he really in front of me? She says, “I just want to know you’re okay. Our last talk to each other, that wasn’t fair - it wasn’t right. That’s not how things were suppo-”

“Melina…” The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat. “I’ll come with you. We can talk, I promise.” She nodded her head, still in disbelief. Instinctively, her hand intertwined with his. “Do you want to grab your laptop?” He asked as he motioned to the coffee shop.

“I’m not crossing that street again, today. I’ll text Lily to hang on to it for me.”

**

The walk back to Melina’s apartment was silent, apart from the noise from the city, but it didn’t phase either of them. Absentmindedly their thumbs would graze one anothers - fingers still laced together. When they reached her apartment Melina led the way, giving her hips an extra sway for him as they climbed the stairs. She wanted him to watch, and she knew he would. It took her a moment to fetch her keys from her crossbody purse and unlock her door, the adrenaline was kicking in again. This is a part of her life Dames hasn’t experienced first hand. This moment would be intimate one for both of them.

They made their way inside, Dames moved towards her living room, taking it all in. With her eyes closed, Melina slowly closed the door imagining Dames moving closer to her. His hands on either side of the door frame, closing in on her. His chest pressed against her back, his pelvis against her backside, and his lips hovering so close to her ear. She would turn around to face him and that’s when he would press her hard against the door, his lips kissing hers and his hands gripping her hips as hers would tug on his collar.

“This is a really nice place, Melina.” Dames says, snapping Melina out of her thoughts.

“Ya, thanks. Over here is the kitchen… Where I keep the rum. I need a shot, do you want a shot?” Her heart is beating so fast, her hands begin to shake. She makes her way to the cupboards and pulls out two shot glasses and his favorite rum. He sits on a barstool on the other side of her counter, one elbow propped up.

“Melina, are you alright?” His voice is filled with concern as he watches her move quickly.

“Mmhmm. I just, need to calm my nerves. It’s been so long and it’s all happening so fast.” She pours the shots and slides one over to him. He takes his and stares at it for a moment before he returns his attention to her. She raises her glass to him before throwing back the shot. He quietly lets out a sigh, then follows suit. She’s already pouring herself another round and is quick to refill his. The second shot burns her throat, but seems to do its job as it settles her down. She looks into his eyes and she can see the pain in his eyes. The pain he’s been feeling since Paris, since they left him behind in Tokyo to fight Cecile and all those matches. Her breath hitches when he takes her hand into his.

“C’mon, let’s go sit down. Okay?” He says as he leads her from the kitchen to the couch in her living room.

They settle onto the couch, space between them, but their knees slightly brush against the other as they face each other. Her arms are crossed against her body, gently tucked beneath her heaving chest. His hands are placed on his thighs, rubbing back and forth - not sure how he should proceed.

“Dames, where the hell have you been?” Melina breaks the silence, he can hear the hurt in her voice. “I have been endlessly searching for you, hoping and praying that you were alive and until today I’ve had no fucking luck.” The tears start to form in her eyes and her voices begins to shake. “Why now? I know you’ve been in contact with Keegan. Why have you been avoiding me when you know how to get a hold of me? Why? Why?” The tears fall and her cheeks are wet, she can’t wipe them away fast enough. They just won’t stop.

He hates to see her like this, it hurts him to see her cry. He wants to just wrap her in his arms again and bury his face into her hair. He wants to make her pain end, but he’s the one who did this to her - it’s his fault. It’s all his fucking fault. Fuck it, he thinks as he reaches for her and wraps her into a hug. He gently rocks her and she cries even harder. He whispers “I’m sorry” over and over into her ear. It’s not enough, she deserves more than just his words, even if he means it with every ounce of his fabricated heart and soul. “I’m so fucking sorry, Melina.” He says before she pulls back.

She wants him to look her in the eyes when he tells her why. Why he hid from her all this time without one single word, even if those words were “fuck off”, but he didn’t even give her that.

“Melina, I’m so sorry. I was a coward. I was scared to come back to you when I knew my time was coming end. Knowing I only had months to retain all my past memories and feelings. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t bring myself to be near you and lose you all over again.” Melina couldn’t believe what ehe was hearing. He didn’t even attempt to let them try  -

“I eventually came into contact with Kaahn. I didn’t know if he could help me, but I couldn’t let Cecile and Rowan win. I couldn’t go down without some sort of fighting chance.” He sighed as he took Melina’s hands into his. They were so much smaller, and they were so soft. He loved how such a simple touch from her brought such warmth to him.

Her eyes grew wide, fucking Kaahn talked to Dames and he didn’t say a word?When Dames took her hands and it relaxed her for a moment, but she was still in shock. Who the hell did Kaahn think he was? “He attempted to fix my programming. Today is the last day before the original’s program was set to erase everything. Unfortunately, Kaahn doesn’t know if his override will work. I’m scheduled to… ‘reset’ if you will, at midnight. It won’t be until I wake up will I know if it worked. ”

Her world was flipping upside down. Her head was spinning, her heart was breaking, what was she supposed to do with this information? She finally had Dames back, but tonight he could be gone all over again. This wasn’t fair , Dames didn’t deserve any of this. He brushed her hair from her face, he wanted to comfort her as best as he could. He had already accepted what might happen to him, but this was all so much for Melina. He didn’t want her to have to endure all this. This wasn’t something she needed to worry about, she didn’t need to fuss over him.

“Stay with me.” Her eyes pleaded, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of his answer. “I know you wanted me to see you today. I know you weren’t expecting me to run like a mad woman into traffic, but …” she licked her lips and Dames let out a soft groan at the sight. “Please, stay. You’re finally here and I don’t think I can let you go.”

“What about Damien?” He questioned, his feelings for Melina meant the world to him, but he could never come between her and the person who he had to thank and curse for all these wonderful feelings.

She shook her head and said, “He’s surprisingly very open to me having intimate feelings for others. I don’t think you would be an exception. And it’s not about Damien right now. It’s about me and you right now, and right now I want to spend what could be last moments in your arms… if you want that too.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slowly closed the space between them, Melina’s sweet scent filling his senses, making his head swim. His lips found hers, they tasted like rum with a hint of peach from her iced tea that she had been drinking earlier. Her moan sent a tingle through his body. He needed more of her, but he was worried of what would come in the morning.  Dames broke away from the kiss and asked, “Melina, are you okay with keeping it light? I want to be with you so badly, but it’s not fair to you if I won’t have any memories in the morning. I …” Dames hung his head low, scared to meet his gaze with hers. Her warm hands cupped his face and she lifted his chin until he finally looked her in the eyes.

“I am perfectly fine with being held in your arms all night long, but don’t stop kissing me.” Dames stood up and brought Melina to her feet and embraced her in a hug. He lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his waist holding on to him like she would never let go, burying her face in his neck. He led them to the bedroom where they laid in bed all night intertwined. Both Melina and Dames fighting the urge to fall asleep. Their eyelids heavy, but their lips still finding each other. Both whispering each others names on their skin, and their lips. They both succumbed to sleep, the mental exhaustion too much for them to bear any longer.

**

When Melina wakes up she’s not sure what time it is. She can feel the warmth of the sun peeking through her curtains. Her face is still buried in Dames chest, her new favorite place to rest her head. She’s afraid to move, not knowing what will happen if she wakes him up. Will it be him? Will he remember her and the enchanting night they just had. Just him and her wrapped in each other, never letting go. She wants to cry, the anticipation driving her mad, she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to lose Dames again.

Moments passed and finally, he began to stir. She held her breath, this was it, the moment of truth. What would she even say if he didn’t recognize her - she guessed she could call Kaahn or Keegan and they would know what to do. Fuck. Why did it have to be this way? Why did this even have to be a thought?

She felt pressure on the top of her head. Was that? Was that a kiss? Another, and another on her temple. She couldn’t move, does he remember? 

“Melina.” He whispers in her vibrant purple locks. She looks up, and he’s smiling the brightest smile she’s ever seen. He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s ….

“I remember. Everything.” He can’t stop smiling, his head clear of the fog that was his limited programing. Lifetime upon lifetime worth of memory just waiting to be stored. Kaahn did it.

“Stay with me.” Her voice gentle, she didn’t ask, she wanted him to know she wanted him.

“As long as you want me, I will always be here for you, Melina.” His lips found hers over and over again. They trailed along her jaw and down her neck. She moaned his name and begged for more. Piece by piece their clothes made their way to her bedroom floor. His groans grew louder the lower his kisses wandered. Her skin was soft, she was so beautiful and her taste was like ecstasy on his tongue. Melina’s moans drove him to please her harder and harder until she was trembling against his mouth.

“I want all of you, Dames. Please. I need you..” She begged between her panting breaths.

Dames kissed Melina ever so gently as he made his way between her legs. Their moans mingling as they moved against one another. Melina savored the pressure of Dames’ muscular body on top of her’s. She held him close, not wanting to let go. He was finally back in her life and to stay this time.

Dames is here, he is real, Dames is alive.  

[kurgy]

Im a big hoe for anything with the word circus in it please tell me about cinematic circus

Cinematic Circus is about a large travelling circus that preforms over the top shows and showcasing their collection of “oddities” like Aero, the labelled circus monster, setup to sing for the masses. Andy and Tony, dubbed Anthony, unnaturally conjoined twins often dressed as a two headed clown to dance. Pearl, the silent siren, kept in a tank way too small for her, and finally the carnivore, a young man incapable of speech and always kept bound and fed raw meat.

Aero doesnt know when or where he was born and only knows the circus. He has goat-like legs, a tail, a rabbit like face, sharp teeth, and a single horn/antler on the left side of his head. Sometimes called the Jackalope Diva, hes dressed in pretty clothes and kept caged in the big house to sing for customers. he has a very sweet and alluring voice, often singing soliloquies and ballads of his woes and often cries on stage. his legs are weaak because they are always bound in some form or another and barely walks, making even standing difficult. he often lays in his display when hes not preforming and sings through his tears as people come and go from his display

Anthony, originally Andy and Tony, were a set of normal twins in seperate bodies until they where eight years old. they arent sure how or why it happened, but they one day awoke in a pure white hospital like room only to discover theyd been grafted on to each other, sewn crudely together. Half their torsos were sewn together onto a set of legs and they were so scared and horrified they wailed for hours alone in the room before being sold to the circus. As they grew up their proportions and muscle mass was naturally very odd, and their legs are near skeletal. despite this they have very pretty and fair appearances, drawing people to their display where the twins have very different reactions to their onlookers. Tony has grown angry and jaded over the years and is often violent, throwing things at the glass between them and the crowd and screaming, while Andy has grown depressed to the point that he hasnt spoken in years, eyes empty and face vacant, he doesnt do anything unless forced. They are often dressed as a circus clown to dance during the shows but their movements are mechanical and slow

Lorelai is a mermaid, dubbed the silent siren as her vocal cords were removed to prevent her from alluring to staff into helping her or attacking each other. her arms were also severed to prevent her from attacking with her clawed hands. she has black eyes and a flat nose, a mouthfull of rows of sharp teeth and long long hair, light like the color of pearls. she kept in a tank and is strictly a display unlike Aero and Anthony who also preform for their customers. shes fed plain store bought fish and her feeding time is often a spectacle for viewers as she either tears the fish to shreds or swallows it whole

The Carnivore does not have a name, and was sold to the circus as an infant, only feeding him raw meat and treating him more as an animal than a person, eventually causing him to act the part. when he became violent, they bound his arms to keep him in line, also treating his grotesque feeding time as a spectacle for onlookers to watch him feed on the bloody meat.

the story follows these characters and a group of activists trying to expose the corruption and cruelty of the circus, eventually leading them videotape everything they see and bust out their “oddities” to go one the run after uploading the incriminating video online

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Let’s Not Fall In Love (Park Jimin x You ONESHOT)

A/N:This request is written with inspiration from Big Bang's Let's Not Fall In Love and this line from 5SOS' Lie To Me:

"And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie Lie to me " 😢😢😭😭

Angst, angst and angst all over. And oh yeah a lot of implied smut but nothing on real smut since I still dont think I'm good at it :( I am sorry about that. I dont know if this is what you have in mind anon but I really do hope you enjoy it 😘

anddd REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

MASTERLIST

"Don't fall in love with me,"

Those are the last thing that came out from Jimin's mouth before he crashes his lips into hers, hands busy holding her up so she can wrapped her legs around his waist. And as Jimin walked them into his bedroom, everything else doesnt matter as the two of them engulfed themselves in each other's passionate embraced.

Y/N and Jimin are friends. Well, not really close friends, but yes, friends. But there has always been some undescribable sexual tension between them even from the moment they were first introduced to each other by their mutual friend, the one and only Kim Taehyung.

Years of being friends with Taehyung, Y/N never once said yes to his millions invite to hang out with his group members until that fateful night. After a week of being holed up in her room after a disastrous breakup with her long time boyfriend and after swearing in every way possible that she will never ever fall in love and cursing every male she sees, Y/N finally agress to Taehyung's invite.

She has seen the six boys in pictures, obviously who hasnt? They are known worldwide, and heard a lot about them from Taehyung but he didnt imagined them to look this... this beautiful in real life.

Especially Park Jimin.

With his soft blonde hair falling lightly into his eyes as he smirked and swirl his drink, obviously eyeing her up and down as Taehyung introduced them, Y/N feel her whole body tingles under his domineering gaze and she suddenly felt the urgent need to know this man.

And that's percisely what she did.

What started off as countless innocent dinner and hangout sessions with the whole group slowly turns into nights of hanging out together, just the two of them. Y/N can feel Taehyung giving them curious looks whenever they excuse themselves to be alone or when Y/N quietly ditch him to spend the night with Jimin instead. It didnt get past Taehyung the subtle touches and meaningful looks the two of them gave to each other, sharing emotions that was never spoken, making him worry.

"Be careful Y/N. Jimin is not the kind of man you should fall in love with, and I know you. You are the kind of girl who falls in love, no matter what you say," Taehyung followed you around your apartment as you start to put away your newly bought groceries.

"Okay, first of all, I dont know what you are talking about. Second, there's definitely nothing going on between Jimin and me and third, I'm not that easy. I have given up on men remember?" She rolled her eyes. Taehyung ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"I know you are not easy Y/N. But... I just care about you. You are my best friend. And I know Jimin. And I definitely know the looks you two gave each other,"

"Tae," she turns to him and shake his shoulders. "Its sweet that you worry about me. But nothing is going to happen between us. I promise,"

Taehyung groaned. "Fine. I'm trusting you on this Y/N. I just dont want you to get hurt again after what that asshole did to you," Y/N cringe at the reminder of her ex boyfriend. "Just... just dont fall in love with Jimin, okay?"

Y/N smile and kisses his cheeks. "You are very sweet Tae. The best best friend ever,"

"Just promise me Y/N," Taehyung pouts, making her chuckle.

"I promise I wont fall in love with Jimin,"

/////

It hasnt even been a month and Y/N has already broken her promise to Taehyung. A little dirty dancing on the club's dance floor, a little too much to drink and a few suggestive whisper from Jimin to her ear as he grind into her leads to the two of them stumbling outside the club flagging down a cab, making their way to her apartment, lips attached to one another the whole way there.

Y/N fumbled with her keys as Jimin keeps on kissing her neck. After finally opening the door with much difficulty, the two of them tumbles in where Jimin immediately turned her around and pinned her against the wall, kissing her lips passionately. He slowly trailed down to her jawline, neck and collarbone, leaving red and purple marks that will surely show tomorrow making her moan out loud.

"Y/N..." he hissed slowly, which is only answered by another moan. "Y/N, I have wanted to do this for so long," he whispered between kisses which is now slowly trailing down to her chest.

"Nghhh,"

"Do you want me? I need to hear you say it princess," Jimin's voice husky and needy, breaking through her hazy mind as his kisses trails back to her jaw and lips.

"Yes.. yes Jimin. I want you. I want you so bad," Jimin suddenly stopped and cupped her face between his hands, making her look at him. With dark eyes glazed with lust and want he rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

"If we do this I need you to promise me one thing,"

"Wh..what is it?" Y/N stutttered. She wants him so bad for so long and after tasting him, there is nothing she wouldnt agree on just to have him tonight.

"Dont fall in love with me,"

Y/N was surprised. At the back of her mind she could hear Taehyung's warning repeating itself. It scares her a little why Jimin himself is saying this to her in the middle of something so passionate. Something so intimate. Jimin leaned in and start to kiss her earlobes, slinking down to her neck, making her moan and lose all rationality again.

"Do you promise?" He whispered as he brings his head up to her ears again. Consumed with want, Y/N couldnt think straight. Afterall, its impossible to fall in love with someone just from one night of passionate sex right? And she wants Jimin so bad, she felt like dying. Afraid that he would stop if her answer is the opposite she rapidly nodded her head.

"Yes Jimin, yes!"

"Thank God," was what Y/N was sure she heard as Jimin suddenly kissed her hard after listening to her answer. Tounge and plump lips asking permission for more as they lick and pulled her bottom lip. His hands are busy holding her up so she can curled her legs around hjs waist, grazing against his hard erection and making her already short dress bunch up higher around her waist, exposing her white lace panties that's already damp from all his ministrations. He quickly carried her back to her bedroom and threw her on the bed before he crawls over her, dark obsidian eyes looking deep into hers.

"You are mine tonight princess,"

Y/N wake up smiling the next day as she traces Jimin's handsome sleeping face beside her. What happened last night makes her blush but she still couldnt get her eyes off how beautiful he is, even when he's sleeping. A different kind of feeling start to bloom in her chest but she quickly shakes it away after remembering both Taehyung's and Jimin's warning.

"Done staring at me?" Jimin's raspy morning voice break her thoughts and she blinked to see Jimin, eyes wide open, smiling at her. She ducked her head and blushed harder.

"I dont think you have anything to be embarassed about after last night princess. You were quite the-" Y/N's eyes widen and she quickly slapped her hands over his mouth to stop him from finishing off his statement. Jimin laughs out loud.

"You are so cute," he said as he scoot up, leaning against the headboard, making the blanket that's covering his body slid down to his waist, revealing his toned and chiseled chest, now littered with purple and red marks. Y/N felt her face heat up in embarassment once again and tried to rolled away, getting off the bed but Jimin managed to pull her before she can escape, making her fall on top of him.

"I dont think we are done yet princess," his voice husky as he nibbled her earlobe, making Y/N close her eyes and moan, enjoying the sensation. Jimin slid off the blanket that is wrapped around her, revealing her naked body before eyeing her up and down.

"You are so beautiful," he said against her lips before capturing them with his, hands adjusting her so she straddled his naked hips, his now hard erection grazing her wet hot core. "Ride me princess,"

/////

Jimin buttoned up his shirt from last night after a warm shower, turning to smile at Y/N who is still wrapped up in the blanket on the bed, looking at him.

"Hey, do you... maybe uh want to grab some lunch?" Y/N hesitantly asked as she scooted up her upper body so she is now leaning against the headboard.

"I would love to but I cant today. I have to get back to the dorm," Jimin flashed her an apologetic smile.

"Oh? But Tae said you guys had a free day today?"

"Yeah we do. I need to get ready. I have a date this evening," Jimin said so casually as he tried to patted down his messy hair in the mirror. Y/N felt her chest tighten at his words.

A date? After they just...

"A... a date?" Jimin turned around to face her, giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah. Why?" He cocked his head before his eyes widen after seeing the expression on her face. "Shit Y/N. Did you perhaps thinks that we are together now or something? I thought I already told you-"

"No, no," YN waved her hands around, trying to surpressed the hurt she felt. She knew he had warned her beforehand, but she thought last night would mean something to him. "Just surprised is all. I just didnt know you had plans," she gave him a tiny smile, hoping it would cover the pain she is suddenly feeling. Jimin released a deep breath, feeling relieved.

"Thank god. I thought for a second there you actually thought there's something more between us other than just sex," he laughs. Y/N felt her heart cracked at how casual Jimin is. Just sex? Is that what this is to him? Dont their friendship means something more to him than branding her into just another girl he fucked? Jimin lean in and kiss her forehead, something that feels intimate to Y/N but she knew its just an innocent gesture that doesnt mean anything to Jimin. "I have to go now, I'm late. See you around and maybe we can do... this again sometime," he winked before heading out the door.

Y/N heard the front door clicked, indicating Jimin has left her apartment. She felt her chest tighten more and more as she look around her room that is littered with evidence of last night's lovemaking, or according to Jimin, just sex. Y/N closes her eyes and scream out her frustration at the top of her lungs, throwing her pillow across the room, hitting the things on her desk.

They warned you Y/N. Do not fall in love with Park Jimin.

/////

Despite the pain she felt that first time they slept together and Jimin just left for a date, Y/N keeps on going back to him. Everytime he looks her way or when his hand lingered a little longer on her thigh...

Park Jimin is forbidden and a sin. But he's a sin that Y/N is willing to go to hell for.

And that is how she ended up between the sheets with Jimin countless of times where he will wakes up the next day and move on with his life, meeting girls and flirting with everybody he sees. Sometimes it hurts her to see a fresh batch of love bites littering his body when they get together. Love bites that doesnt belong to her. But she wanted Jimin so bad, she's willing to just close her eyes and pretend she didnt see them as she basked in his kisses and passionate touch for the night. To make things worse, well at least worse for Y/N's heart that is slowly falling for him, Jimin will care for her, showing her how concern he is and worry about her. Always cleaning her up and tucking her in, even makinh breakfast on days he didnt have anything else plan. Jimin would listen to her if she had a bad day at work or at class, and gave her tired feet a good rub when she needed it. Y/N knows that sex aside, they were first and foremost, friends. And friends take care of each other.

And that is all she is to Jimin. Friends. Maybe with some extra benefit.

And she needs to get that into her hopelessly love sick brain.

"You are sleeping with him arent you?" Taehyung sudden question took her by surprise, making her almost choked on her pancakes.

"Who?" Y/N tries her best to feign ignorance. But Taehyung knows better and rolled his eyes.

"Park freaking Jimin. Who else?"

"Wh..what? Why would you say that?"

"Well... maybe because he always comes back from your apartment with last night's clothes and butt tons of hickeys that always give our stylist a hard time to cover up everytime we had a shoot the next day?"

"He...hey. why do you assumed its me. Jimin meets a lot of women-"

"That's right. Jimin does meet a lot of women. Its who he is," Taehyung cut her off, his eyes now soft as he looks at his best friend's face. "Y/N... I warned you and I dont want you to get hurt,"

"Tae," Y/N reached out to hold Taehyung's hand across the table, pushing her plates of pancakes to the side. "I'm okay. I know what kind of relationship me and Jimin have. We are something like... friends with benefit?" She hesitates. "A lot of benefit actually," she chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

"But Y/N. I know you. You are the type of girl who wants a real relationship. You want breakfast in bed and cuddles. Ice cream dates and flowers. Late night texts and video calls. Not some fuck me and leave me kinda relationship," Taehyung's furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

"Tae, dont worry about me. I'm a big girl, I know what I'm doing," she poke her now limped pancakes. "You had warned me. Even Jimin himself had warned me. I know what I'm doing okay?" Taehyung sighed.

"Fine. If you say so," his expression turns serious. "But Y/N. You know I'm only saying this because I care about you right? You are my best friend and I dont want you to get hurt," Y/N smile at how cute Taehyung is. Always taking care of her.

"I know Tae. I know. And I'm glad to have someone like you on my side," and if only my heart actually listen to you before falling helplessly in love with Park Jimin.

/////

As days passes by, Y/N's heart grows fonder of Jimin and she felt like he is changing too. He starts to spend more extra time with her now. No more immediately leaving the apartment after their morning quickies, but instead he takes her out to eat, or cook breakfast together jn her tiny kitchen. Some days, they even skip the sex and spend the night cuddle up in a blanket, watching a movie until they fall asleep. With all the changes in his behavior, Y/N starts to feel a sense of hope.

Is Park Jimin falling in love with her too?

God, she hope he is, because she's not afraid to admit it now. She is hopelessly in love with Park Jimin.

But dreams are what it is, a dream. After Jimin suddenly cancelled his plan to come over one night, of course without any further explanation, Y/N decides to finally join back the real world and went out to dinner with her girlfriends at some fancy restaurant. The night went well, they talked about everything and laughing so hard until her mouth hurts, well that is until one of her friends point to a table behind her.

"Omg, that's BTS' Park Jimin!" Y/N felt her heart beats faster at the sound of his name, a smile starting to formed on her lips. "He's on a date! Omg! And she's beautiful!"

Y/N's smile immediately dissapeared after that. A date? She knows Jimin met up with other woman while he's sleeping with her. Heck, he even sleeps with other woman while he's sleeping with her. But she thought his feelings changed this past few weeks. Doesnt he treat her better now? More special? Why is he still going on dates?

"Hey, that's the girl from the new girl group isnt it?" Another friend ask. Y/N downed the rest of her drink, feeling she needs all the liquid courage she can have before she turns around and look at what her friends are gaping about. True enough, the moment she turns around, Jimin is sitting in the table just right behind her, devastatingly handsome with his blond hair styled neatly and dressed in a slim fitted black suit with a white shirt underneath. Y/N suddenly felt a pang of possesiveness and jealousy but she knows there's nothing she can do about it but stare. Jimin finally  caught her staring and the moment he did, he smile at her and raised his glass, indicating a greeting. As if she is just a friend he saw while being on a date.

Wait. That is exactly what's happening. Jimin is on a date. And Y/N is his friend.

Y/N felt her chest tighten and turned back around immediately. How can Jimin act this way? Does she really meant nothing to him?

"Holy crap. Did Park Jimin just raised his glass to you Y/N?" One of her friends exclaimed.

"N..no. I dont think so,"

"He obviously did!" Another one cut in. Y/N didnt know what to say until she remembers that they know about her and Taehyung's long term friendship.

"Urm maybe. Taehyung introduced us once. I didnt think he would still recognized me though," she gave a sheepish smile.

"Oh yes. I forgot about that. Damn you are one lucky bitch Y/N. That best friend of yours is extremely hot. Arent you ever going to introduce Taehyung to us?" And just like that the conversation switch from Park Jimin to Kim Taehyung's level of hotness and Y/N has never been more grateful.

Y/N peeled off her dressed and hopped in the shower, putting on her comfiest nightie once done. A night that's supposed to help her relax and forget turns into a disaster. All because Park freaking Jimin decides to date some extremely beautiful girl idol and bring her to the most expensive restaurant in town. Trying to drown her thoughts in the drama series she's currently watching and failing miserably, Y/N dragged her pathetic self into her room, ready to just sleep when someone knock on her front door. Without thinking much, she went and opened it, assuming it must be her best friend. Taehyung do love to show up unexpectedly in the middle of the night anyway.

But what stands in front of her is not Kim Taehyung, but Park Jimin. Still dressed in the suit he wore to the godforsaken date and leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his face.

"Hi princess," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here Jimin?"

"Well," he straighten up, but the smile still not leaving his beautiful face. "I cant get over how gorgeous you look when I saw you at the restaurant just now. I swear princess, every guy in there is just staring at you. And it makes me angry,"

Y/N suddenly felt heat blooms up in her chest at Jimin's sudden show of possesiveness. Is Jimin jealous?

"Why does it matter to you if they look at me? You have your idol princess with you there right," Y/N hate how childish, petty and jealous she sounds but that is just how she feels. Jimin chuckle and steps inside her apartment, closing the door and locking it.

"She's beautiful isnt she?" Jimin asks, anger start to rise in Y/N with his question. "But I dont simply take girls home on a first date Y/N. You know that. And seeing you there... if gives me a problem that I think only you can help," he whispered huskily as he steps closer to her. Y/N felt like crying. Is that all she is to him? A place to satisfy himself? Y/N pushed him away and walked off.

"No. Im not doing this tonight. Im not going to sleep with you just because you get horny after your date and is not able to fuck her Jimin!"

"Oh come on princess. Isnt that what our relationship is about? Helping each other?" He pulls her arm, closing the gap between them once again. Y/N blinked back the tears that threaten to fall. Jimin is right. When they first agreed to this... this friends with benefit arrangement, that is what the two of them had agreed upon. To help each other released their sexual frustration whenever they need to.

Well, that was before she fell in love with him.

Now, every touch, every kiss from him felt different. Even the way he smile at her makes her heart flutter. She doesnt just want him physically, she wants him emotionally, she wants all of him. The good, the bad, his flaws and his mistake, everything.

Jimin starts to give butterfly kisses from her ear down to her neck before capturing her lips with his. "Dont tell me you dont want me tonight princess, when your body is telling me otherwise," he whisper as he nibbled her ear, his warm breath sending her shivers. Everything about Jimin is intoxicating. His scent, his voice, his taste... it makes Y/N forget everything else. With nimble hands Jimin pushed down the straps of her nightie off her shoulders, making the skimpy outfit fell to the ground, leaving her bare to his eyes.

"You are beautiful. Always so beautiful for me," he said againsts her lips as he captured hers with his and lead her into the bedroom.

Y/N woke up to the smell of waffles and coffee the next day. As she rubbed her sleepy eyes and padded towards the kitchen, she giggled as she is greeted with the sight of Jimin in her flowery apron, setting the table with the breakfast he successfuly prepared without burning the kitchen down.

"Oh, you are awake," he leaned over and kissed her cheeks, making Y/N's heart swell. "Come, eat," he smile and lead her to her seat. That's the thing about Jimin. He confuses her. One minute he acts as if their relationship means nothing but sex to him, and then he suddenly acts all sweet and acting like the perfect boyfriend. Y/N wishes nothing more than to understand what's going on in that brain of his. To understand him. To know him.

"I have the day off today. Want to spend it together? We can eat delicious food and catch a movie. Maybe take a walk in the park later in the evening?" Jimin suggested between shoving waffles in his mouth. Y/N couldnt help the smile that blooms across her face. Of course she would love to spend the day with Jimin. She would agree to anything as long as its Jimin.

"That sounds great,"

The day went amazingly well. They had fun, talking and laughing. Despite having to wear masks and hide out from one shop to another in order to avoid Jimin's fangirls, the rest of the day went smoothly. As he drops her off at her apartment he leans in and kiss her on the cheeks.

"Thanks for today. I needed that. Work has been crazy," he smile.

"No problem. I had fun too," she fiddled with her hands. "Do you... do you want to come in?" Jimin laughs.

"Why are you so nervous around me? That is so cute," he pinched her cheeks. "But no. Not tonight. I have to go back to the dorm or Namjoon hyung will kill me," he laughs again.

"Okay then," Jimin was about to walk away when he turns back around.

"Oh, dont forget about tomorrow. Tae asks me to remind you that we are going to that new club tomorrow," he reminded her. "See you there?" Y/N nodded.

"Sure. Goodnight Jimin,"

"Goodnight princess," Jimin gave one last smile before walking away, leaving Y/N with a stomach full of butterflies. She wish everyday is as beautiful as today.

The club was crowded, filled to the brim with young people dancing, grinding against each other and drinking well. Y/N finally found Taehyung and the rest of the boys in the VIP area after much difficulty, but as she approached them, she realized that Jimin and Jungkook is missing.

"Before you ask," Taehyung said, knowing exactly who Y/N is looking for and points towards the dance floor where the two man is dancing with some girls, showing off their dance move. Y/N felt her heart is about to burst when she sees the way Jimin stick himself to one of the girl's back, grinding his hips into her ass as one of her hand held around his neck, head leaning against his shoulder. Yesterday was wonderful, they had an amazing day together. Why is he doing this again? Does she really meant nothing to him? Nothing at all?

"You okay?" Taehyung asks, concerned. Y/N averted her gaze from Jimin and smile at her best friend.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need a drink," and drink she did. Glass after glass. Especially when Jimin brought the girl he was dancing with back to their booth, where she sat on his lap the whole time, face buried in his neck, kissing and biting him. Jimin only give Y/N a winked when he first saw her and continue to basked in the girl who is pratically dry humping him in the booth. While the other boys didnt mind them, most probably used to Jimin and his playboy ways, Y/N couldnt stop herself from looking at the two.

Why are you doing this Jimin? Arent I enough? And why are you torturing yourself Y/N? Look away. Look away!

Y/N finally gets up and tumbled to the dance floor, a little drunk, once Jimin starts to make out with the girl, not even a trace of shame or guilt on his face, and decides to find herself a man. Being drunk is a plus point as she starts to dance and grind against the men that showed interest in her. She turned her gaze to the booth and even in her drunken state, she can feel her heart burst and crack as she sees Jimin take the girl's hand and lead her to the exit, waving his members goodbye. A sure sign that he is taking the girl home. Taking her home and doing things that he should be doing with her.

Maybe its the jealousy. Maybe because she's hurt. Maybe because she's just drunk.

Maybe because she just love Jimin so much she's willing to self distruct.

Y/N turned back to the mam she's dancing with and whisper in his ear. "Take me home and fuck me tonight," And the man's smile stretched across his face as he leads her out and she gave a drunken wave goodbye to a worry Taehyung before willingly following him out.

Y/N wakes up the next day, naked, dirty, alone and feeling like shit. Her head is throbbing from a massive hangover and it hurts even more when she realizes she had slept with some stranger just out of spite. Just because Jimin hurts her. For the millionth time. And he doesnt even know. After a hot shower, a nice breakfast and a cup of coffee to help heal her hangover, Y/N wrapped herself in her blanket and waste the whole day away just watching TV, although she cant focus on anything she's currently watching.

Her thoughts are only on Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.

Did he slept with that girl last night? Did he stay the night? Did he cook her breakfast? Did he feel that she is better than her?

With her head filled with Jimin, unexpected tears finally rolling down her cheeks, Y/N fell asleep, only to be awaken by a knock on her door. Still in dazed and not fully awake, she opened it to find Park Jimin standing in front of her, smiling.

"Jimin?"

"Hey princess. Just coming to check on you. Tae said you were pretty drunk last night," he chuckles at her dazed expression. "Looks like it hits you hard,"

"Why do you care? Arent you busy last night?" She snapped.

"What's with you? I came because I'm your friend and I dont want you to be hangover alone," Jimin raised his eyebrows at Y/N's biting tone.

"Oh now you care?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You didnt care much when that girl from last night was busy dry humping you in the club last night," Jimin sighed.

"Seriously Y/N? This again? Are you going to be like this whenever you see me with another girl?" Y/N didnt answer and turned away. How is she supposed to answer that without revealing her real feelings for him? Jimin pulled her hand, not satisfied with her silence, making the wide collar of her baggy tshirt slipped down her shoulder, exposing the many marks on her neck from her night with the stranger.

"Did you bring someone home last night?" Jimin questioned as he eyed the marks all over body, knowing immediately that those marks didnt belong to him. Y/N hastily pulled back the collar, covering herself up.

"Even if I did, why do you care?" Jimin gave out a sarcastic laugh.

"You were just a second ago giving me shit because I fucked another girl and yet you did just the same thing last night princess, and you ask me why I care?" he snarled, pulling her closer to him, his grip tight on her wrist.

"Do you think you are the only one who can satisfy me Jimin? Guess what, you arent," Y/N spat back. She and Jimin had never fought to this extend before. They never talked about their relationship or what they do with other people. Plus, Jimin has never put a claim on her, never been this possesive and it feels good. Jimin felt anger start to consumed him. He dont understand why, but he just didnt like it. The thought that somebody else has touched what used to be his. Knowing that somebody else has touched her in the ways he did.He steps closer to her, making her walk backwards and fall onto the couch. He crawls on top of her and held both of her wrist on top of her head as he nuzzle her neck.

"You think he can do it better than me princess? You think he can fuck you better than me?" Jimin's words are cold as he left his own marks over the ones already on her neck. "Tonight you are going to learn to whom you exactly belong to princess,"

/////

Y/N rolled to her side as she look at Jimin's back. Jimin had made love to her four times that night, proving to her to whom she really belongs to. She traces his soft hair with the pad of her fingertips and kiss the back of his neck. Jimin is so beautiful, she felt like crying. She wants him so bad. She wants him to want her. She wants him to love her, just as much as she loves him.

"I love you Park Jimin," she softly whispered as she heard Jimin's steady breathing, indicating that he is asleep. "I know I promise I wont fall in love with you, but I did. I did Jimin..." she nuzzled his neck. "Why wont you love me back Jimin, when I love you so much? What do I have to to make you love me?" She mumbled as she buried her face in his neck and tighten her arms around his waist.

Little did she know that Jimin is wide awake and heard every little thing that she said.

////^

Y/N didnt know what she did wrong. Every since that night it seems as if Jimin was avoiding her. He was fine the next morning. Eating breakfast together with her and went back to the dorm, but after that, there is no more calls or text from him. He didnt even join the boys whenever she went to hang out together with them. Even Taehyung cant answer her question as Jimin never said anything about it to anybody.

Feeling restless as it has been two weeks without hearing anything from Jimin, Y/N takes the drastic measure to just showed up at the dorm unannounced, surprising even Taehyung.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Jimin, Tae. I'm pretty sure he's avoiding me and it drives me crazy because I dont know why," she pulled at her hair. "He's home right?"

"Yeah he is. But I dont think you are going to like what you're going to see," Taehyung mumbled.

"What do you mean?" She asks, cocking her head as Taehyung open the door and let her in, only to be greeted with the sight of a girl leaving Jimin's room, in obvious last night's clothes. Make up smeared and hair messy, as Jimin stand by his door clad only in his boxers saying goodbye to the girl. Y/N patted her chest, trying to calm herself at the sight.

Calm down Y/N. You and Jimin are just friends. There is nothing between the two of you. You have no right over him. No matter how posessive he is over you the last night you were together. You are him and not in a relationship. Remember that.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Jimin only now realizing her presence that has been standing there like a statue. It hurts her to see how calm and composed he is eventhough he knows she saw what goes down between him and the girl just now.

"We need to talk. Can we do it in your room?"

"Yeah sure. Come on in," he motioned towarda his room and closes the door once they entered. He picked up his shirt and puts in on before turning to her. "So.. what's up?"

"What's up? That's what you are going to ask me?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you avoiding me Jimin? What did I do?"

"I'm not avoiding you,"

"Please Jimin, dont treat me like a fool. We both know you are avoiding me. I just dont know why," she plead. "Dont you think our friendship means something enough for you to at least tell me why?"

Jimin sighed and ran his hand through his hair, as if contemplating something that is extremely difficult for him. After choosing his words carefully, he opened his mouth.

"I heard what you said that night," his voice is barely above a whisper, but still, in the silence of the room, Y/N heard every single word, making her heart beats faster.

"What?"

"I heard you. That night. When you told me you love me,"

"Jimin, I-"

"You promised me Y/N. You promised me that you wont fall in love with me! Why do you have to ruin everything?"

Ruin everything?

The feeling of nervousness and being scared that she first felt turns into anger and hurt. Is her love really that unworthy? Is loving him means its ruining everything? How dare he!

"Yes, I love you Jimin! Why are you so afraid of it? Why are you so afraid of being loved that you have to go to the extend of avoiding me because of it?!" Y/N's question took him by surprised. He didnt expect her to actually ask him back, or to just admit it.

"I dont want to hurt you Y/N. I care about you. And you loving me is only going to end up with you being hurt!" Y/N closes her eyes as an effort to stop the tears that is prickling her eyes from rolling down. All this while she thought Jimin would at least have a little feeling for her. A tiny bit. But hearing what he's saying now, it just showed that he really doesnt love her at all.

"I know you felt it too Jimin. Maybe you dont love me like I love you, but you cant be this heartless! You cant be this cold. I know you! I can feel it in the way you touch me, smile at me, look at me! I know you felt something too Jimin, and that's why you are so afraid of it!" Y/N's chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing after she finally lets out everything she's feeling. Jimin rubbed his temples.

"No. I dont fall in love Y/N. I never have and I never will. Not with anyone else and not with you!" He raised his voice, hoping Y/N would understand him. Why is she making things conplicated? "Everything you just said... its all in your head. What we have between us is just amazing sex and there's nothing more to it. You know that when you agreed to this. Dont trick yourself to think otherwise," he sighed. "I do care for you Y/N. You are my friend. But that's the extend to this relationship. You are my friend, and we have sex. That's it. So plesase, please Y/N. Dont try to have me. Dont expect too much from me. Please, dont do this," Jimin sat down on the edge of his bed. Y/N just stood there, whole body shaking as she tries to control herself from breaking down in front of the man she loves.

"I really like you Y/N. But I'm sorry, I cant love you. I want you to stay. I really want to ask you to stay by my side, but I cant do that if you love me," he said softly.

Tears that cant be contained any longer finally rolls down her cheeks. There is nothing left to say. There is nothing she could say.

"You are a selfish bastard Park Jimin," and she ran out.

/////

"What exactly is going on with you and Y/N, Chim?" Taehyung took a seat on Jimin's bed, a week after Y/N ran out from his room. Jimin groaned.

"Do we really have to do this Tae?"

"Yes. We do," Taehyung looked at his best friend. "I dont want to intrude Chim, but Y/N is my best friend and she's not talking to me. I just need to know what happen," Jimin kept quiet as he fiddled with the pen he's holding. There is no point in lying to Taehyung. He is his best friend and he knows him well. If Jimin didnt tell him now, Taehyung will still find out sooner or later. "Fine, if you dont want to talk then I will,"

"She fell in love with you didnt she?" Taehyung's words took Jimin by surprised.

"How do you know?"

"She's my best friend Chim. We have been friends for years. I already knew this would happen from the moment the two of you lay your eyes on each other. She's pure. She's the kind of girl that yearns for love," Taehyung shakes his head. "I already warned her multiple times about you to be honest, but she didnt listen,"

"That's the thing Tae. I warned her too..."

The two boys kept silent for a moment before Taehyung speaks up again.

"Do you really not feel anything for her? Is she really just another one of your girls?" Taehyung raised his head and questioned his friend. Its something that has been lingering too long in his head and he needs to know the truth now.

"I dont know Tae. I care about her and I like her. But I dont know if its enough to say I love her," Jimin takes a deep breath. "But one thing for sure, Y/N is not just another girl to me. She's special, but I dont know if I can give her what she wants Tae and if she stays with me, continue to love me, she will only end up getting hurt,"

"It sure sounds like she is more than just a friend to you Chim,"

"I dont know. I really dont know Tae. I hate it when another man touches her but I dont want her to belong to me either. I have never been in love Tae. I dont know what I'm feeling right now,"

"Well, you better figure it out fast Chim, because she has been rejecting this for a while now, but I think you really broke her heart this time that she finally agrees to the arranged marriage her family has been planning for her,"

"What?!"

/////

"Is it true?"

Y/N quickly pushed the door, hoping to slam it right in front of Jimin's face but he is quicker, and using his strength he pushed it back and enter the apartment.

"Answer me Y/N. Is it true? Are you getting married?"

"Why do you care Jimin?" Y/N finally opened her mouth and he heard how hoarse her voice is, as if she's been crying the past one week, which is most probably what she did. He finally took a step back and look at her. Y/N look tired and pale. Her eyes no longer sparkles, lifeless as it looks at him with dark circles all around it. Jimin felt his heart clenched but he still doesnt know what it means. Does it means that he loves her? Cares for her?

"Just answer me Y/N!"

"Yes! Yes! Is that what you come here to hear? That I will be getting married and be out of your way?" She yelled. "Well congratulations Jimin. Im getting married soon and you wont have to deal with me anymore!" Jimin step closer to her and held her hand.

"Y/N, that is not the reason why I asked you. That's not it at all,"

"Then what is it Jimin? What is it?!" She screamed as her tiny hands keeps on hitting his chest, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Stop doing this to me. Stop confusing me!" Jimin grabbed her hands and hug her tight, halting her movements.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry Y/N," Jimin, not knowing what else to say to calm her down whisper as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. He kiss her hair and softly her forehead, then her wet eyelids and both of her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumb and keeps on giving butterfly kisses all over her face, all along repeating his chant of I'm sorry to her. Y/N raised her head and look at Jimin's face. He is so beautiful, she loves him so much that her heart hurt.

"Kiss me Jimin. Please just kiss me,"

Without saying anything, Jimin connect his lips to hers, pouring every feeling the two of them felt but is never able to say to each other into that one kiss, as Jimin slowly starts to carry her into her bedroom without breaking the kiss.

"Jimin," Y/N can only moaned his name as he rips of her blouse and start to kiss all over her body. Y/N heard the faint sound of his belt being taken out and finally felt the leather being wrapped around her wrist as Jimin hooked the ends to the bed's headboard, restricting her hand from moving.

"You have been bad to me Y/N. Agreeing to marry someone else, agreeing to let somebody else touch you. You are going to take your punishment like a good girl, okay princess?" Jimin smirked as Y/N can only moan as an answer, and he capture her lips with hers again.

Jimin rolled of her, sweating and panting as he reached up to finally released the leather from bounding her wrists, rubbing and kissing the redden marks on her hand softly with care.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm okay Jimin. Please just cuddle me," she looks at him with glazed eyes, voice soft and tired. Jimin hugged her, her naked back pressed to his equally naked chest as he hug her tight. "Please stay Jimin. Stay tonight. I dont want to be alone. Dont leave. Please dont leave me again,"

"I will stay princess. I promise I will. Just clkse your eyes and sleep, I will be here when you wake up," Jimin hushed her as he kissed her hair, as the two drifted off to sleep.

But Y/N woke up the next day in an empty apartment, no traces of Jimin left anywhere, making her heart break to its final pieces as she screamed and cried her eyes out.

/////

"You look beautiful sweetheart," her mother smile and kiss her hair before leaving her alone in the room. Y/N stare at her reflection. It shows a beautiful girl, dressed in her white wedding dress, hair and makeup perfectly done, with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

Its her wedding day.

And she dont even recognized the girl in the mirror.

When Jimin left after promising that he would stay that night, Y/N's world shattered. Nothing matters to her anymore. She goes through life like a zombie, doing everything just for the sake of it. Now three weeks later and her wedding day is finally here. A day where every girl dream about, but Y/N only feels like dying.

"Y/N..." Y/N look through the mirror and saw Jimin standing there, smiling at her. She quickly turns around, afraid that she's only dreaming. But she wasnt. Jimin is really standing there. In front of her.

"Jimin,"

"You look beautiful. You are going to the most beautiful bride princess," Jimin smile but she can hear his voice shakes.

"Why are you here Jimin? Why are you doing this to me?" Tears are cascading now her cheeks again and she dont care. She doesnt care aboit anything anymore.

"I... I wanted to see you one last time. And to see myself how beautiful you would look on your wedding day," he smile as his eyes went to the floor before flicking up to her face again. "And I was right. You look beautiful. Ethereal even," Jimin smile and gave her a bow before turning around, ready to make his exit when her voice stopped him.

"Say it Jimin," her voice hoarsed and scratchy from all the crying. "Just this once, tell me you love me. Tell you love me and I'm yours. Tell me you love me and I will leave everything for you. I will give up everything to be with you," she whispered.

Jimin just stood there in front of her, tears rolling down both of his cheeks. Those three words that she so badly wanted to hear are at the tip of his tounge, just waiting to come out, but he cant. He cant do it. He dont even know what's stopping him, but he cant do it.

Park Jimin dont fall in love. And its going to stay that way.

"Please Jimin..." she's begging now, her tears are ruining her perfectly finished makeup. "Please dont do this. I know you felt it too. Please dont let me go. Please Jimin," she cries in desperation. Her heart ache so much that no words can explain the pain she's feeling. She feels like running, stomping off, throwing things, punching a wall, maybe even kill someone, anything at all to subside the pain in her heart. Jimin finally takes a deep breath and opened his eyes, walking slowly towards her. He reached out to carressed her cheeks and she leaned in into his touch that she had missed so much.

"I already told you Y/N. Lets not fall in love," his voice a soft whisper. "I already warned you, dont fall in love with me,"

"Ji...Jimin..."

"I'm not the kind of man to fall in love with anybody Y/N. Not anyone... not even you, someone who is special to me," by the time he finished his sentence Y/N felt like she would collapsed. She cant believe what she's hearing right now.

"You are lying," her voice shakes. "You are lying! You wouldnt be here if you didnt love me!"

"I'll be lying if I told you I love you Y/N," he tried to smirk, to make his words seems more truthful but it looks so staged, so forced in her eyes. He leaned in closer and with one last tear rolling down his cheeks he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry. Forget about me and live happily with him,"

Y/N pulls his hand and with tears in her eyes asks him one last thing. With determination Jimin answered and walks away, not once looking back at Y/N who crumpled down on the floor, her beautiful white dress puffed up all around her, suffocating her in her tears.

Jimin walks quickly and exited the building and as he reached and close the door, his limped body slide down the wooden door, not even an ounce of energy left, his head in his hands as his body shakes from uncontrolled tears and unbearable sadness as he remembers his last words to her.

Y/N pulls his hand and with tears in her eyes asks him one last thing.

"Then just lie to me. Lie to me and tell me what I want to hear. Lie to me one last time Jimin,"

Jimin looks deep into her eyes and opened his mouth and whispered,

"I love you Y/N,"

With determination Jimin answered and walks away, not once looking back at Y/N who crumpled on the floor, her beautiful white dress puffed up all around her, suffocating her in her tears. Jimin felt his heart breaks into tinier pieces with every step he takes away from her, for to him, his last words to her is the furthest thing from a lie. It was the truest thing he could have ever told her.

[takingcourage]

The Start of Forever - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Drake x MC

Word Count: 2,387

Series Summary: The wedding has passed and the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria are free to begin their lives together away from the constraints of court. While honeymooning in Texas, they’re confronted with questions from their past that raise implications about their future. (Slight AU)

Chapter Summary: Drake and Jena spend some time alone after a difficult conversation with his mother. 

Author’s Note: Whew! Apologies for the unexpected hiatus on this story. Now that I have some free time again, I should be able to finish posting this story. I appreciate your patience through the long delay!

Tagging: @andy-loves-corgis, @carabeth, @speedyoperarascalparty

All things considered, Karen Walker had been rather more understanding than she’d expected. As Jena loaded her cereal bowl into the dishwasher, she thought back over the painstaking conversation that had ended less than an hour before.

Drake had not underestimated the effect that their news would have on his mother. On learning that her son had been given a duchy, color had drained slowly from the older woman’s face until a dull white shell was all that remained. In spite of her polite responses, the visceral reactions had been painful for all three of them.

Shortly after their previous discussion had finished, Karen had pulled Drake aside for a private word. After what she'd seen over the past eighteen hours, Jena could only hope that the woman was doing him no further damage.

She tried to convince herself that she’d done nothing but hurry along the inevitable, but guilt assailed her all the same. This certainly wasn’t the way she’d envisioned this day going. At this point, so much of their morning had been consumed by unpleasant conversation that she wondered if Drake would want to leave early for their night back in Dallas. She glanced a the stovetop clock, trying not to get her hopes up.

The quiet intonations from down the hall were at least somewhat reassuring. There had been no yelling -- of that was certain. If she was venturing to guess, she didn’t think she’d heard anything that sounded like crying either. Both seemed like signs in favor of productive conversation between mother and son.

Jena found a rag draped across the head of the faucet, dampened it, and set about clearing crumbs from the table. As she finished the final swipe across the width, she sensed a presence coming toward her.

“You don’t have to do that, Wittman.” The soft-spoken words startled out of her thoughts, despite her intuition.

“I know. But I needed something to do.” She cupped her hand underneath the cloth and shook the contents into a nearby trash can. “You doing okay?” Having rinsed the rag, she returned it to its former spot and rubbed her hands down the front of her jeans.

“Fine.” His brown eyes were trained on her, and she raised a quizzical brow as he opened and shut his mouth. Eventually, the words ventured forth. “Would you be interested in going riding? I was hoping to get the chance to show you around the ranch…”

“I’d like that a lot, actually,” she assured, still taking in his appearance.

Drake looked tired. It was evident in the exaggerated slackness of the skin around his eyes. A pang of guilt plagued her as she contrasted this with their time at the cabin. He’d been so peaceful there. After all of the stress she’d seen on that face in the past months, it sickened her to think that she’d been the cause of more.

“Good. We may as well get over to the stables. Have you ever actually saddled a horse, Wittman?” He raised his brow in challenge.

“No, but I think I’m about to learn how.” 

“Just as long as you don’t go scaring the horses. I don’t want to have to reenact that rescue from the derby.”

Jena scoffed at the slight, shaking her head in disbelief as she followed him out the front door. “You know that’s not how it happened, Walker.”

“Of course not,” he acquiesced, treating her to a half smile. She rolled her eyes and fell into step at his side, slipping her fingers into his. 

Jena had only ridden horses a few times during childhood, but she’d adjusted to the practice fairly quickly after coming to Cordonia. When she wasn’t taking day-long treks for foxhunting, she found that she actually enjoyed it very much -- especially when she was fortunate enough to have her husband’s company.

Riding around his family’s property spawned memories of exploring Valtoria with him on horseback, and she felt a pang of longing for their home. There was so much waiting for them when they returned. As much as she had enjoyed the honeymoon, some part of her was giddy at the thought of starting real life together.

Today, however, she was focused on Drake’s wellbeing. Other than the extremely thorough instructions as he’d guided her through the process of saddling the horses, he’d been fairly quiet since coming to find her in the kitchen. Jena's mind overflowed with words that could fill the silence, but nothing felt right. She breathed a grateful sigh when he chose to speak instead.

“I was pretty upset with you this morning, Wittman. I was sitting there drinking coffee and thinking that you were being unreasonable -- that you’d judged my mom too harshly. I’m not so sure anymore.”

The uncertainty in his voice halted her instinctive response. Jena breathed out slowly through her nose, biding her time in case there was more he wanted to say.

“I’ve never felt so angry with her before. She can doubt me all she wants, but doubting you -- I never thought she’d go that far. That’s a line she shouldn’t have crossed. I feel like I don’t even know her anymore...”

“For the record, I didn’t want to be right,” Jena admitted softly, grateful that they kept their horses at a relaxed pace so that she could meet his gaze. Her heart clenched at the distance in his deep brown eyes. “I just know what it’s like to defend someone who doesn’t deserve it. Finding out they’re not who you thought they were...it’s a hard pill to swallow.” She fiddled with the leather reins between her fingers, hoping that she was treading lightly enough to cause no offense.

“Your dad?” he asked simply.

Nodding, she met his eyes. The distant look gave way to a tenderness that mirrored her own worry for him, and she was struck by just how broken both of their families had been. “I wasted a lot of years making excuses for him, Drake. When I finally forgave him, it wasn’t because he’d done anything to deserve it. I just needed closure.” Drake stretched out a hand and she took it gratefully before continuing. “I don’t want you to have to go through all of that with your mom. I hope you’re able to figure things out and find a way to start over, but please don’t beat yourself up about it if you’re not.”

Her husband sighed, taking his time to respond as he turned his gaze to the horizon. “I sort of have to. I mean, dad’s not around any more. She doesn’t exactly have anyone else.”

Jena shook her head in an attempt to clear the conflicting emotions. She’d realized long ago that his protective instinct would have a propensity for getting them in trouble. She just hadn’t expected the trouble to take this form. “You always want to defend the people you care about, Drake. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you -- one of the things I love most about you too. But sometimes you have to think about protecting yourself. Sometimes that may even mean letting others protect you.”

“I don’t like to have people worrying about me.”

“We’ve been over this before…”

“I know. And sometimes having you around to worry about me is a good thing. I wouldn’t have come clean with my mom if it hadn’t been for you.”

“I hope it was the right decision.” She’d spent the past several hours second guessing her encouragement from the night before. “Did things...go okay?”

“Heh.”

She waited several moments, but he elaborated no further. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she ventured finally.

“Just that I think it’s going to take some time for her to adjust to the idea that I’m a noble and that I’m staying in Cordonia for good. But I think some part of her is proud too. Maybe someday she’ll come around to the idea that I’m not just wasting my life over there.”

“Does she really think that?” The words felt strangled as Jena worked them out of her throat. So many of her early interactions with Drake became clearer as she considered Karen’s likely influence.

He clicked his tongue to encourage the horse, but her question remained unanswered. Several paces later, he came to a sudden stop. Jena pulled the reins gently and dismounted to stand beside him in the tall grass.

“We’ll let the horses graze for a bit.”

She stroked the mare’s bony cheek and dropped the reins, putting her hands in her pockets instead. Squinting against the mid-morning sun, she followed Drake to a line of fencing nearby. Green stretched before them on every side, the light wind stirring long blades of grass into mesmerizing waves. She wondered vaguely if this was the sight that had enticed Karen to come back from Cordonia. Out here, in the warmth of late spring, it wasn’t hard to imagine the appeal that this land must have held.

Drake leaned against the nearest post, a wrinkle forming between his brows. With ease, Jena mounted the fence beside him, steadying herself with a certain hand.

Did I cross a line? Why hasn’t he answered my question? Jena hated the thought that her carelessness might have caused such distress. A week ago, she wouldn’t have been so bothered by the thought. Now, as this man’s wife, she felt some measure of responsibility to read his mind. The notion was ridiculous, but present nonetheless. Just as she was clearing her throat, he spoke.

“I’m not sure what my mother thinks anymore. She didn’t take it very well when I moved back to Cordonia. Wanted me to forge my own path instead of running back to the palace.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

“Going back?” At her nod, he continued. “I had a lot of questions at the time, but in a way, mom’s right. I’d been following Liam around for so long that it was easier to just settle back into that when I came back from the States. It took me a while to find where I belonged in all of it.  But no, I don’t regret it. Cordonia is home.”

“You’ve found your way now. And with or without the courtly graces, you’re still Drake Walker,” she beamed encouragingly. “I just wish your mom had taken the chance to get to who that man is.” A fresh sting of remorse accompanied the words, and she looped her fingers around the hand that rested beside her on the fence.

Drake interlocked his fingers with her own and lifted his face tentatively. “I think I’d like for her to get the chance to.”

Her pulse quickened at the meaning that underpinned his words. Biting her tongue, she shifted her weight toward him and took in his pensive expression.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He hiked a hand through his hair. “But I’m not sure I’d ever forgive myself if I cut the relationship off completely. I’d always wonder if things could have been different. I’m not saying that I want to come out here for Christmases or anything, but--” preoccupied, he ceased speaking as she squeezed his hand. 

“I’ll support whatever you choose, Drake. I can’t say I have a very good first impression of her, but I respect how much she means to you. If I had any hope of my dad changing for the better, I’d probably make the same choice.” Her tone grew wistful at the impossible notion. “But I think we’re going to have to find a compromise. I don’t want you bending over backward to make her a part of our lives if she won’t even meet you halfway. You can’t do that to yourself, Drake.”

“Agreed.”

“So she’s going to have to understand that there are boundaries she can’t cross. It’s going to take some time for us to establish trust again.”

“Sounds fair to me,” he considered, stroking her knuckles with his thumb as he looked to her face. “She’s been through a lot, Jena. I don’t want to put her through more than she deserves.”

“I know,” she responded quickly to the flash of pain in his eyes. “But if she puts you through more than you deserve, she’ll have me to contend with.” Although her tone was light, they both knew that the threat was genuine.

He hoisted himself onto the fence beside her, dropping his hands to his sides. “I never thought I’d be so happy to get back to Valtoria, but I’m really looking forward to it.”

She offered a wry smile. “I am too. I know we’re going to try to work things out here, but I can’t wait to get back to Dallas and then home.”

“It’s the last night of our trip, Wittman. How do you want to spend it?”

“Seeing as it’s the last night of our honeymoon,” she emphasized, “I was thinking room service, hot tub, and…some drinks.”

“Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”

“I’m not going overboard though. We’ve got a day full of traveling tomorrow.”

“We’ll sleep it off on the plane.”

“Maybe you will," she joked, hopping down from the fence. “I’ll be awake for it all.”

“Even if I keep you up all night?”

Jena threw him a look over her shoulder. "That didn’t exactly work for the trip out here." He extended a hand toward her and she settled into the space between his legs, running her palms against toned thighs that were stretched taut from his heels pressing into the lower rail.

"I’ll take that as a challenge.” The glint in his eyes sent tendrils of heat through her core.

“Just keeping you on your toes, Walker.” 

Drake shook his head at her accompanying wink. 

“Ready when you are,” she announced, rising to the tips of her toes. Drake cradled her cheek in his hand and leaned into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, heated by the morning sun. She snaked her arms around his waist and melted into him with pleasure. When she finally pulled away, it took several moments for her head to clear.

The kiss told her all she needed to know. They would make it through this.  Together. 

[tingleparker]

Sunshine

Gally x Reader

Request: Hey:) Can I request a gally imagine? :) It would take place during the latest movie, when Gally, Thomas, Newt and (Y/N) are in the city and look at the wicked-building. Something happens and they have to stay there, because of the curfew. There are two rooms and (Y/N) and Gally stay in one together. (They always had a soft spot for each other) When they lie in bed, she realises he‘s touch starved and then a lot of fluff happens. If you don’t want to do it, it’s completely fine. Thanks a lot💕💕

•Warnings: ⚠ Death cure spoilers ⚠  Not edited.

{I am currently reading the books & I’ve seen all 3 movies}.

•Summary: Y/n, Thomas and Newt follow Gally into the last city as they try to find a way to take down WCKD. But as Y/n has to share a room with her old friend, she finds something out about him.

(I'm so bad at summaries :(()

•Word count- 2122

Italics are flashbacks

“You know you shouldn't have come with us” Gally says as we walk together side by side. We were currently walking down the sewer, which is leading us into the last city or at least we think it is. Moments before we found out Gally is still alive and breathing, I had actually missed him even though I would never admit that outloud. Back in the Glade Gally and I weren't close friends but we were not enemies either. We had a nice relationship where we acknowledge each other and as surprising as it sounds it was a very friendly friendship. I know weird right, Gally being friendly in the Glade? Well he was, towards me atleast.

“Hey Y/n, hows the crops growing?” Gally said as he leaned up against a post near me as i worked on the gardens. “Hey Gally. They’re going good, i think?” I said questioning myself at the end. I was the Greenie for the month, being here for now only a few weeks and also being the only girl here, it took some time to adjust. Although I had heard from other Gladers that Gally could be intimidating and grumpy or moody all the time, I would disagree. For the whole time I have been stuck here, Gally has been helping me out when I find Newt or if he was busy. “Well don't worry about it, I’m sure you'll get the hang of it in no time. Well i've got to go back you know being manly and building things. I'll see you around Sunshine” He said, giving me a small smile. I let out a small laugh at his way of putting his job and give him a wave before he turned around to start jogging off towards where the other builders were.

“You know i've got to help Minho” I reply back, the both of us walking slightly ahead of Thomas and Newt.  “You've always been so kind Sunshine” He says surprising both of us as the nickname lips past his lips. The simple word means so much coming from him, I haven't heard him say it since the last time I saw him in the Glade and actually sane. I halt as a blush crept up my cheeks, I see Gally pick up his speed and speed walk forward ahead of everyone else. With a now awkward tension around us, though Thomas and Newt weren't aware of it. The way there remained fairly quiet except for the murmurs I heard behind me from the two boys. After what feels like an hour of walking we all come to a stop behind Gally who stood in front of a door. Slowly pushing it open, Galley checked around before opening it fully to walk out. I follow behind him as we all walk out into a sea of pedestrians, avoiding any contact with anyone. I kept my eye on Gally trying not to get lost in the midst of this new environment, my eyes trailing down his form that was covered by a slightly oversized jumper which made him looks so good. I stop walking for a second, weirded  out by my own thoughts before following the boy in the jumper once again.

After trying to blend in with the people around us, we finally made it outside where we weren't surrounded by hundreds of people. Walking up some stairs, I look around to see dozens of bright buildings, lit up by lights that illuminated out from inside the rooms of the buildings. “This is a long way from the Glade” Newt says as we stop walking taking in all that is around us. “15 minutes. Mandatory curfew. Please return home in an orderly fashion. Remember this is for your safety.” A lady’s voice blares throughout the whole city as the four of us stood. “We better get off the streets. I know its hard but act like you’ve seen it before” Gally instructs before heading down some stairs. I follow closely behind. We ran across the street as we backed up against a glass wall of a building before a security vehicle sped past, the sirens from it fading away into the distance.”Definitely upped security. Guessing you shanks have something to do with that.” Gally says looking around. I glance at Thomas, knowing that Gally is right and Thomas is probably the main target. “Alright, let's get out of here” Gally then says before we all run out on the streets again, trying not to get caught.

“Hey!” we suddenly hear shouted as all of us stop running down the sidewalk. I turn around to see a guard looking at us as he held his gun by his side. “Let me do the talking” Gally says under his breath as he walks up in front of all of us and closer to the guard. I take a few steps forward standing slightly behind Gally, palms getting sweaty as i wonder what may happen if this goes badly. “What are you kids doing out? You know there's a Curfew, it's for your own safety.” The man said now standing only a few feet away from us. I nervously look back towards Thomas and Newt who were standing slightly behind, before glancing at Gally and then looking back at the guard. “Sorry Sir, The place, where we’re staying is close by here but we we’re hanging out on the other side of the city.” Gally lies, his voice not wavering once as he tries to convince the guard. “Hmmm, Well let me escort you there” The older man obviously suspicious. “Alright, Follow me” Gally says before waking up in front. The guard waited for Thomas, Newt and I to walk behind Gally before following along. I speed up a bit so I can walk alongside Gally. “Please tell me you have a plan” I say to him as we continue walking along these foreign streets. “Of course I do, I know a place. Just hope those two shanks behind us don't try anything stupid” He replies. Nothing else was spoken, I took this time to glance over to the boy next to me. The bright, luminous lights from the building we walk past reflect off of his skin, a picture of colours danced across his face as there were different hues inside the buildings.  Coming out of the little daydream, I noticed that his pace has slowed down as I guessed we were close to the place. Coming to a stop in front of a tall, skyscraping building, I look at it with curiosity to what it was. The windows of the building show a big fancy room, nothing of what we had in the glade. “A hotel is where you’re all staying?” The man asks skeptically. “Yeah, did I forget to mention that? Parents are out, date night you know, so we decided to book out some rooms so we can hang out for the whole day” Gally replies obviously lying through his teeth. I start fiddling my thumb nervously as I try not to think about if the guard will catch us out on the lie. “Well go on then” The guard says doubtfully. We all walk through the door as we see that the older man has not followed us in but has prompted to standing outside one of the windows watching us from the outside. As nervous as I was before, the feeling increased and the weird stare of a man behind a mask was not helping. “What the bloody hell do we do now?” Newt shot at us, well more Gally. “We book rooms and stick it out for the night” Gally answers, him now seemingly being the leader of this mission as the rest of us knew nothing about the city. Gally strides over to a desk that someone was behind and talked to them about something as we all stood there waiting for him to come back. “This isn't going to end well” Thomas says admitting his feelings about the situation. I knew he hasnt gotten round to trusting Gally but I did and as much as i am nervous about staying in this different environment, if Gally said this plan will work then i believe him. Before I got chance to answer, Gally had started to walk towards us but only slightly. “Are you shanks coming or what?” He says loudly before turning round and stepping into an elevator. The three of us rushed towards the lift and quickly got on before the door closed. The last thing I saw before the two metal doors shut was the face of the masked guard standing, still watching us.

Once we reached the floor we needed we stepped out into a corridor. “I could only manage to get two room so we gotta share” Gally explains. “I’m rooming with Newt!” Thomas basically shouts. Before I could even think of a response, the dark haired boy was already snatching a key card out of Gallys hands and opening the door opposite of where we were standing. Newt gave both Gally and I a small smile before walking into the room Thomas had just opened. “Well I guess you're stuck with me Sunshine” The boy i’m left with says while opening the door we were stood in front of. Closing the door behind me as the lights flicker on, I observed the room. It had a couch, tv and a kitchen filled with appliances. I was in awe this seemed like a luxury, compared to the hammocks of the Glade and the Bunks from WCKD. I walk around skimming my hand on the walls and all of the furniture, until Gally walks out of a different room I had not been too yet. “We may have a problem. There's only one bed” Gally slightly nervously says. A light hue of pink rose up on my cheeks by the thought of having to share a bed with Gally. “Uhh, It's fine right? We can share for the night.” I respond as he just stared at me with no response back. “Or if you're not comfortable with that it's also fine” I blurt out, cheeks getting more red now. “No… Its fine, we’ll share the bed” He finally answers before walking back into the room. I look out of one of the windows seeing it was dark out and we probably needed to be up early tomorrow, I slowly walk into the room Gally had walked into, seeing him already lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. I turned off the light, the only source of light now was from the outside shining in from the window. I cautiously walk towards the bed before slowly getting in next to the boy. I tossed and turned for a while, trying to get comfortable. “Could you stop?” Gally suddenly asks, startling me slightly. “Sorry” I reply, stopping all motion now, even though i was still uncomfortable in this position. Minutes went past and my eyes slightly drooped, without even thinking about it, I turn my body, my head now slightly on Gallys chest as I feel him tense up. A few seconds past before I actually noticed what i was doing. “Sorry!” I exclaimed as I shot up from the position. “N-no it's fine. I just wasn't used to it you know? The physical contact” He replied almost shly. I then realised he hasn't experienced anything like this since the glade as I remembered his first reaction to me hugging him was the same. I nodded before slowly going back to my original, uncomfortable position. “You can lay back on me, if you want” He whispered out, which i barely heard but glad that I did. I smiled before turning back towards him, placing my head back onto his chest. He hesitantly placed an arm around my waist, slightly pulling me closer as I nuzzle my head into his jumper. “You wanna know why I call you sunshine?” He asks quietly as I only nod in response, as I tried to stay awake. “It’s because you brought light into my world when you first came up into the glade. You were the breath of fresh air I needed and you were the ray of sunshine that shined through all the gloom” He answers, almost poetically. “You’re my sunshine too” I sleepily say back. Gally used his other arm to reach across and play lightly with my hair as sleep came over me. This was the first night in a long time, that I had fallen asleep with a smile and it was all because of my very own ray of sunshine.

Sorry i took so long on this, i was away for week (previous post about it) so i hope i'll continue to post regularly after this.

Yes i am mentioning Gally in the jumper again (come at me) but like honestly he looked so good in it, it has to be brought up again (Or in all of my Gally imagines).

I know all my Gally Imagines are titled from the nicknames he calls you but I can't help it :))

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WELCOME ALLIE, YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF NATASSIA PRINCE

Admins Note: A tough choice to make but I must say your application embodies so much of the Natassia that I see. From her sense of self identity to her motivations, it’s all so cohesive. The origins of her birth are nicely crafted! Seeing how much money she’s spent and the accumulation of possible debt she’ll owe was another nice touch to Natassia’s character. Seeing her interaction with Cassiel and Maxima really amplified her presence. Your request to use Ni Ni has been approved. Congratulations on your acceptance again, please make sure to head your way to the checklist and submit your account within the next 24 hours!

Out of Character

Name / Alias: Allie Pronouns: She/Her Age: 23 Timezone: CST

In Character Application

Full Name: Natassia Li Prince

NATASSIA (na-tas-sia) – Natassia derives from Greece meaning “born at Christmas”. Sadly the meaning really has nothing to do with the reason behind why she was named Natassia, especially since she was, in fact, not born at Christmas. There is no grand meaning behind the reason her parents chose the name. Really, Natassia was a last minute pick since they couldn’t settle on anything else. It once belonged to a relative on her pure side of the family, thankfully. Someone from the distant past she never made and whose stories aren’t ever told and yet now they were her namesake. She would make this name her own, after all the Princes never had a half-blood in their line before.

LI (lee) – If her mother had her way, Natassia’s name would have been Jia Li, a name meaning “pretty, beautiful” in Chinese. Instead, her parents settled for a completely different name, and kept Li for her middle name. Really, she hasn’t revealed her middle name in such a long time. Few know it, even fewer dare call her by her full name. Her middle name is just something she wouldn’t mind leaving out as it’s just a reminder of her mother’s Muggle-ness.

PRINCE (PRINS) – Her surname is the name that she says with pride. Prince has a meaning of royalty, really meaning “royal son, first, prince”. The origin goes back to Old English and it’s something that she prides herself with. Prince holds the name of a pureblood family that her father belongs to, and even with that being her surname, she still fights to be part of. The Prince family may not turn their backs after her father came crawling back with three year old Natassia in tow but they certainly didn’t hold their disapproval of their half-blood granddaughter.

Sexuality: Bisexual Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale & she/her Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Head canons:

A FAMILY’S DISGRACE – Pure. That’s all you ever wanted to be. But with your father’s disgrace leading your family down a path you had no choice to be on, pure was just a grasp away. And the woman that was responsible, a muggle of all people, disappeared into the night on your third birthday. Not that you cared. You should have thought yourself lucky when your father’s family, the best side of you, never turned their backs on your father, letting him keep the claim of pure without acknowledging that short term relationship. However, damage was done because you were a product of your father’s horrendous actions leaving you to deal with ugly names and disappointing glances from not only strangers but the very people meant to be family. Your father didn’t put a stop to any of it but rather dotted you with gifts, something you grew to demand as you grew older. Even then, you might look the part of a pureblood doll, you can never forget that you aren’t one. You will pave your path and take everything that belongs to you. That you deserve.

PIGFARTS PIGFARTS HERE I COME – You never felt nervous about what house you belong to in Hogwarts. After all, there was only one that you would even consider being respectable. Gryffindors were full of overzealous fools, Hufflepuffs spend too much time building world peace. Ravenclaw wouldn’t have been the worst choice, possibly the second best, however you weren’t too keen on the idea of being surrounded by people who think they can outwit you. No, no. You had no doubt that you belonged in Slytherin and when the hat confirmed what you already knew, you just felt validated. However, even there you find yourself being forced to prove that you belong. So you did, you continue to do. You go after what you want, even if that means the hard glares or loud whispers. It’s not like you haven’t dealt with those before and you never let that stop you.

A STORY OF LOVE LOST AND LOVE FOUND – That’s what this is; a story. Something that one day you will look back on and smile as you are seated next to the one your heart belongs to. Perhaps things might have been different if you were pure and you are too aware of the obstacles placed in front of you but none of them matters as long as you have Cassiel. The secret glances, the hidden touches were just the beginning of what you would do for him. You will fight for him and you truly believe that it’s the same for him. You tried to keep the relationship secret, on his behalf of course, but eventually she found out. You were never a big fan of Rosier. After all, she had everything handed to her. Never worked an ounce in her life to be given the treatment that you deserve. And now she also has his hand in marriage which adds to the list of reasons why the sound of her name fills your with anger – no, no, not anger – resentment. You didn’t exactly mean for her to find out the love you have for Cassiel but it’s in the open now. Even though the affair was brought to her attention, you aren’t backing away from him. After all, she doesn’t deserve him, and you are the one who loves him. Part of you almost feels bad but then you remember that she has everything that you desire and that moment quickly passes. Things will work out, this is something you truly believe.

BEAUTY LIES IN HER EYES AND IT’S EXPENSIVE – The gifts your father gave you in order to make up for the life you will never have gave you an ounce hope. Hope one day you really will be the pureblood you need to become. The gifts were a way for you to look the part you desire. But they would never be enough. You crave for more than just some plain pair of earrings, no, no. You need more than just that and that consumed you. Sure, some may say that you have a spending problem but really don’t you deserve the very best? What you didn’t think was the amount you spend on a daily would start to eat away at your inheritance. This problem would have appeared much sooner if you didn’t request your father to setup your inheritance after you spoke of traveling, you might have been out of money in two days. As of now, you aren’t too worried about what’s left in your vault. That is, you aren’t even aware of how much you have. If you do encounter a problem, a letter home to father dearest may turn that around. After all, you are his little girl and heruined the life you were destined to have with such a small mishap.

PATRONUS vs. BOGGART – Your deepest fear and your greatest memory. Both send you chills down your back but for very different reasons. Your boggart is clear as day when you become face to face with it. You see yourself with nothing, not even a name to claim – failure written on your face. It is clear to you that the boggart you doesn’t belong anywhere, with nobody. Loneliness consumes the boggart you before you can vanish it away. This fear can manifest itself outside of the boggart with nightmares of the one you care most leaving you behind, spitting out harmful words that you would not have cared if it came from anyone else. In your nightmares, even he hurts you. But you wake up and realize that was a dream. And dreams don’t become reality. Your favorite memory also involves Cassiel, but in a better light, one filled with reality. The first time they met, in secret that is. The shared smiles throughout the night and forbidden hands running down your side sending shivers down your back. This memory was never topped, really it was just repeated.

WELCOME TO AMERICA – Leaving behind Great Britain was something that you considered doing for quite a long time. You don’t feel bad about leaving behind your family, not even your little cousins. After all, you were never truly part of this family were you? Your father tried, sure, but his silence when words of disgrace were being spoken was enough for you to realize that you weren’t going to be enough. Gifts can only go so far. You needed some air, a place where you can truly belong and staying in Great Britain was hindering that. There were too many memories, too many doubts of who you are and you were tired of that. A fresh start somewhere else, anywhere else had to do you some good. Sure, this might not be your father’s favorite idea of you being so far from home but throwing aside family was what your family does best. Instead, he gave you money, an allowance really, to help you get to America, to settle. It almost felt like he was begging you to remember him, remember to write. Something that you haven’t done since your feet landed in new soil. Perhaps one day you’ll return, but not until you have everything that you desire, not until you have the guy.

WORDS HURT – You keep a brave face on even after a dinner with your family as your grandfather goes on and on about how you will be attending Hogwarts soon, how you should keep your blood a secret. After all, a half-blood Prince was not a good look for this family and if you are going to stay, then you must play pretend. You keep a brave face on even when your grandmother mentions that no matter how hard you pretend, you will still be part Muggle. No matter how much magic you learn, no matter how much you act, you won’t be worthy of the Prince name. You keep a brave face on even when your dorm mate discovers a letter written to you from your father, one that reveals the heritage that you promised to keep secret. He wrote to you out of concern but he was the one to put you in flames. You keep a brave face on as whispers are woven throughout the halls, inside the classrooms. Dirty blood is something you just snicker at, they don’t see the word pounding inside your head as your face never falters. You ignore the names, the words, the judgement because you know that everything they have said will never hurt you for you will prove them all wrong. All the while, you keep a brave face on. Until you make it home. Until you make your room soundproof. Until you know you are truly alone. Then you scream. You scream and you scream and you scream until you can’t scream anymore. Then, you put your brave face back on and reapply your lipstick. Not a hair out of place. You won’t let them hear your screams, you won’t let them see their words scribbled on parchment paper over and over again as a way to get it all out of your system. No one will ever see that weakness, no one will see the pain you hide.

In Character Paragraph:

What can she say? She looks damn good in her new dress. The skirt came just an inch below her knees, a little higher than normal but what can she say? She does enjoy the attention she gains when heads turn to look at her, but there is one person’s eyes that she is looking for. Lips in the deepest shade of scarlet she had, eyes layered with eyeliner in order to appear much darker. Her appearance had to be perfect with where she planned on heading that night, with who she planned on seeing. It didn’t matter that he might be there with another woman, that was just a slight setback. If anything, at least she’ll be the one catching his eye.

Natassia took one last look at herself in the mirror, making sure that not a single hair was out of place, a hand smoothing down her dress. Let eyes turn her way, let whispers of want escape the lips of men she will never look at twice. All of that will just reassure her that she’s bound to be the best looking in the club. And with those last looks, Natassia grabbed her fur coat and headed out the door.

The walk towards the club was a short one and if the night was cooler, she might have just apparated there. Thankfully, the club was strictly for witches and wizards, if they allowed unworthy of being around people far greater than themselves in there, she would just have to stop going. Luckily that was not happening anytime soon.

She got to the door, knocked twice before a goblin appeared at the window. With a grunt, he spoke, “ Password. ”

Ah yes, another good thing about this place. She loved the secrecy, the exclusion that this underground club commanded. Password changes every day but if you know the right people, you know the right words.

“ Nebulus. ”

Another grunt and the doors open and music fills her ears. She steps into the foyer as the room grows much larger than it looks on the outside. Magic really does such wonderful things. Natassia finds herself grabbing a glass of champagne as soon as she spotted an elf in handing them out and took a sip as her eyes scour the room looking for one particular person.

He shouldn’t be too hard to find. After all, even in a room of thousands, she will always find him. And as she was moving through the crowd, she spots the only one who matters and her. It was a bit disappointing to see the dutiful wife in his arms. If only little Rosier knew what she knew but no, Natassia will not do that to Cassiel. She’s not going to be the reason his wife discovers what they do when her back is turned. It’s almost a bit sad, after all, the poor thing doesn’t exactly deserve this. Really, Maxima Rosier doesn’t deserve anything that was just given to her but she didn’t come to this club to curse the girl’s name tonight. She came for him and she’ll be damn if she doesn’t catch his attention.

Natassia set the empty glass down. There was no backing down. She moved closer to closer to the lovely couple, accidentally bumping into Maxima causing her drink to spill. Collateral damage, that’s what the drink was. That’s what she is and Natassia has to remember that.

“ Oh! I’m so sorry dear. Forgive me. Here, let me clean you up! ” Sugary sweet, that’s what she had to be, in order to avoid suspicion. As she looks at the younger girl again, Natassia wonders just how much out there that the poor thing doesn’t know.

Natassia quickly pulled out her wand, pointed at the dear’s dress before stating the simple spell, “ Scourgify. ” Once she was satisfied that everything was clear, Natassia glanced over the couple before letting out an exclamation, “ Cassiel Lestrange? It’s so good to see you again! ” She turned to look between the two of them, taking note of Maxima’s confused look. “ We are very old friends back when we were still at Hogwarts. I’m Natassia Prince and you must be his lovely wife, Maxima. ”

She extends her hand with a smile as the other took it, meeting that smile. “ We will have to catch up soon Cassiel, and of course, I would love to get to you know better, Maxima. ” No, no she wouldn’t. But she plastered that smile on like her life depended on it. “I shall leave the two of you alone. I hope you have a wonderful time here! It really was nice meeting you Maxima. ” A wave goodbye and a smile in Cassiel’s direction before she slipped away, heart pounding. Maybe meeting her was too much, hurt more than she thought it would. But she won’t show that. Not today. Not ever.

Natassia wondered if the girl notice the fact that her smile towards Cassiel lingered? Did she see beyond the tumble as a stunt to let Cassiel know she was there? Did she see Natassia glance over her shoulder and her husband do the same? If not, than she didn’t notice their eyes met, the nod given to her as though it was a promise to get away later. There is too much that poor Rosier didn’t see and yet Rosier was still on top. After all, Maxima was the one with her love, the one standing next to them as he orders their drinks. The one who can share more than just stolen glances. The one who has everything she wants. One day, she’ll step into her shoes. One day all of this will be hers. One day their love will prevail.

Extras: PINTEREST.

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me: has 500 muses me: adds more

shush i am in a battle to have the most muses and just bc i have like 600 doesn’t mean i don’t want to play them a few of these are old old old muses I always have muse for and would love to start playing again.

under the read more you will find introductions for:

ambrose hartley ( bebe rexha ) colby blackstone ( sofia black-d’elia ) harley maddox ( miley cyrus ) brinley joseph ( chloe norgaard ) quinn james ( kehlani parrish ) daniel silver ( herman tommeraas ) lance nash ( justin bieber ) holden clover ( james franco ) & conor johnson ( nicholas hoult )

Do I hate myself? Yes I do.

AMBER ROSE “AMBROSE” HARTLEY looks an awful lot like BEBE REXHA. SHE is TWENTY-SEVEN and while they're PLAYFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty ABSENT MINDED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to HURRICANE by HALSEY. 

Ambrose came from a really loving family tbh like, she had no problem with them at all in the slightest

her problem was she just couldn’t stay tame no matter how hard she tried, even when she was young she seemed to be full of energy and at the age of six they had adopted another little girl to be Amber’s best friend

For a long time they were the closest of friends, and there were times where Amber thought they’d be friends forever, but as they grew older she could see how different they really were, and how perfect she seemed to fit into Amber’s family

Better than Amber ever had, actually.

So at the age of eighteen she packed up her things and moved out.

She didn’t move far, at first, instead she decided to crash with one of her girlfriends but that honestly didn’t last long.

That was when she began to travel but no one ever seemed to match her wild and adventurous persona.

While she was gone she did do a lot of bad things you could say. One of those things being mixed up with a man who actually sold her for prostitution but you won’t ever catch her talking about that

During one of these wild adventures, though, someone made the joke that they thought her name was Ambrose because of how fast she speaks. Ever since then it just stuck. That was a few years ago ( 25 )

She just recently came back to Kola after deciding maybe it was time to go home and see her family and old friends. But who knows how long this will last.

COLBY BLACKSTONE looks an awful lot like SOFIA BLACK D’ELIA. SHE is TWENTY and while they’re LAID BACK, they have a tendency to get pretty IMPULSIVE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to FAST CAR by KHALID COVER.

papa was a rolling stone..... legit

her dad is a rock star and she’s one of hadley’s siblings

her mom is just as wild and firey as her father with a legit passion for music and maybe did a few songs with him but she was most known for kind of being a hot mess ( courtney love vibes )

which is why it’s so fucking weird that colby is the way she is like? she is just this soft spoken chill individual who likes to take photos

she’s been her parents photographer for events since she was sixteen but she’s been dying to get away from them 

so off to kola university it was, where she’s studying photography

she’s here to have a good time and she’s pretty chill

unless you get her stoned then she’s fucking wild

oh and when she’s drunk????

she’s basically a fucking rockstar just like her parents

HARLEM “HARLEY” MADDOX looks an awful lot like MILEY CYRUS. THEY are TWENTY FIVE and while they’re ACCEPTING, they have a tendency to get pretty OBNOXIOUS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to CURSE OF CURVES by CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR. 

Harley is here to steal your girl honestly they flirt with every single female they come into contact with it’s kind of overwhelming 

but they arent strictly into females they just feel more comfortable around them

They have always been masc / the dom in every single relationship they’ve been in, romantic or platonic. 

They just have always had that more dominant personality type which has lead to them getting into a great deal of fights

When they were seventeen they came out that they identify as agender and go by they/them pronouns but their parents just didn’t seem to get it???

it wasn’t super bad or anything it just lead it to be awkward in their house hold so Harley decided to leave at the age of eighteen after graduation

Ever since they’ve been living with their best friend ( wc ) 

They work in a liquor store where honestly they get to pick up on a lot of people and get invited to a lot of parties so they dig their life a lot tbh.

BRINLEY JOSEPH looks an awful lot like CHLOE NORGAARD. SHE is TWENTY-ONE and while they’re HELPFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty SKETCHY. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to RAINBOW by KESHA

. oh my god this is my oldest muse I’m bringing in so far and I’m actually writing a book based off her life so there’s a strong ass chance this is gonna be long and I’m gonna have the absolute most muse for her because i know her so well

so basically when brin was 16 her father convinced her to start dealing drugs for her in school because it was like the easiest way for him to make money since so many people in LA, California were smoking pot esp in high school 

And her dad has always been like a brodude more than an actual father figure and like she agreed because hey she got to pocket some of the cash and she was able to live her best life right

wrong at seventeen she actually fell in love with someone while her father was gone for a full fucking month and he had the audacity to come back pissed off at her for pulling away from him / he also may be on the run from the cops bc he almost got busted but he was mad at her for the former

so he took her away from la and they began their travels on the road

she never even got to finish high school

Basically she lived in an RV with her father traveling from city to city selling drugs just to get by

Her father had a way with talking to people that made it easier for them to sell and what not but soon, her father’s connection ran dry

She was nineteen the first time one of her fathers friends cornered her in the small RV bedroom and no matter how loud she yelled, he never came.

He swore it’d never happen again.

Three months later it was an almost routine practice and Brinley realized she never meant anything to him

She was too scared to leave and still to this day hasnt

She’s currently living in Kola, California but she’s staying in a motel room

Her father was able to score some drugs when they got there so she’s currently selling but she’s scared when the drugs run out he’s going to turn back to the old routine.

Give me some new friends for her

give me some people who will show her she can leave her father and stay in kola forever

QUINN JAMES looks an awful lot like KEHLANI PARRISH. SHE is TWENTY-THREE and while they’re SELFLESS, they have a tendency to get pretty MESSY. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to THE FEELING by JUSTIN BIEBER. 

Quinn is such a mess of a human being I swear to god

She would give her left foot to a stranger if they needed it which is wild because she thinks thats her best attribute

NO IM JOKING BUT SERIOUSLY THIS GIRL WOULD GIVE ANYONE HER WORLD and she’s so quick to fall in love with people it’s absolutely disgusting

but she’s just the kind of person who thinks too far ahead but she’s such a fucking optimist she feels like everything will work out and nothing could POSSIBLY EVER GO WRONG!

wow is she constantly wrong it’s a problem but listen you can’t get her down no matter how hard you try

she’s new so thats legit all i know about her

DANIEL SILVER looks an awful lot like HERMAN TOMMERAAS. HE is TWENTY-THREE and while they’re HELPFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty UNREALISTIC. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to I’LL SHOW YOU by JUSTIN BIEBER.

Oh my god this wild fucking animal right here was well, at first he was cosima silver’s nephew but now since i have them in the same group he’s her cousin and lives with her in the apartment above her little shop

This did not happen easily, oh no, he comes from a family of very strict parents who actually exiled Cosima’s family from their lives at a young age because they believed in her ‘gifts’ and they thought they were crazy

Daniel, though, thought the exact opposite. When they were young and before the split happened Cosima would talk to Daniel about her gifts and he would reel in them and he literally loved it so much

But when they were cast out of the family Daniel sort of realize just how horrible his family actually was??? and how different he was????

Sadly his dumb ass was honestly stuck there until a month ago where he finally packed up his shit and completely bailed on his family then moved in with Cosima and he’s been here ever since

He works in her shop as a tarot card reader or rather, he’s trying to learn how to do it. He has literally no gifts but he wants to help people and maybe start to learn from Cosima 

Personality wise he’s my big pansexual mess who is flirting and messing around with just about everyone every chance he gets and he just lives for making out and hooking up and having a good fucking time okay

LANCASTER “LANCE” NASH looks an awful lot like JUSTIN BIEBER. HE is TWENTY-SIX and while they’re RELIABLE, they have a tendency to get pretty IRRITABLE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to HOLY GRAIL by JAY Z FEAT. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.

 lets start off with the fact that Lance is the oldest of SEVEN CHILDREN his mother being the common denominator 

Lance was the first born and her most prized son out of all the kids but as he got older, and she started having so many suitors, and started toying with various hard drugs he sort of lost that connection with her and was forced to grow up way too young.

When he was ten, he already had three siblings, each one of them born a year or two after the other and Lance was the only one who could really take care of them. Him and the second oldest were often left in charge of the kids but they didn’t want much to do with all the kids and Lance sort of understood that.

When he turned nineteen and the second oldest was eighteen they left town without so much as a letter which only forced Lance to become the actual father the whole family needed.

His life has always been about the kids. He now has siblings ranging from 3 to 25 and he usually keeps tabs on all of them. 

But ya boi has to make money some how, so, he’s dedicated any time he can get away from the youngest kids to doing what he does best and thats babysitting drug addicts or being a designated driver.

He personally does not do drugs but he knows what to do and how to take care of people when they’re tripping so he has become the druggie babysitter of Kola, California.

He’s honestly a really cool dude who is actually really fucking helpful all of the time

He just gets really god damn moody sometimes and wants to punch people in the throat but think about it his day starts at 6 AM with 2 children and 2 tweens, you’d be moody as hell too by 9 pm while driving some drunk asshole home

HOLDEN CLOVER looks an awful lot like JAMES FRANCO. HE is THIRTY-NINE and while they’re BALANCED, they have a tendency to get pretty FICKLE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to A WALK THROUGH HELL by SAY ANYTHING. 

his gif doesn’t match my aesthetic at all or his aesthetic but IDGAF BECAUSE IM ALIVE FOR IT

ANYWAY Holden is a cop:tm: he’s been idolizing them his entire life and now he’s just a good guy cop who sometimes lets people off with a warning and is that ‘cool cop’ around town like

all the kids love him, even criminals like him he’s just really charismatic and seems really chill????

ugh i have literally virtually no information for him other than he was divorced and it’s gonna be one of the many wcs i write up and submit but if someone wants an ex husband who gets too focused on his job all the time hmu for sure

he also has a younger brother who may or may no t better be dave franco

CONOR "CJ" JOHNSON looks an awful lot like NICHOLAS HOULT. HE is TWENTY-SEVEN and while they're COMPASSIONATE, they have a tendency to get pretty RECLUSE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to IDK LOVE by JEREMY ZUCKER.

ok he’s not a zombie in his main verse but like if u think for ( 1 ) second im not turning him into a zombie for the zombie verse ur WRONG!!!!

but lets focus on mainverse cj and talk about zombie cj later

Conor has always been a nice and compassionate kid and honestly, he got married at 23 to the love of his life

But after three beautiful years he lost his wife to a car accident and he hasnt been the same since

a lot of people in town look at him like this poor broken bird because ever since his wife died he hasn’t been able to be like a normal human being 

he doesn’t go out

he barely goes to work

he’s going to lose his house

he’s just in a deep deep deep depression and honestly it’s actively sad

but he’s still nice and charming and flirty at times but it’s very rare

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Who Were The 10 Republicans That Voted For Impeachment

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Who Were The 10 Republicans That Voted For Impeachment

Republicans Voted To Impeach Trump 7 Already Facing Challenges For Their Seats In Congress

10 house Republicans voted to impeach Trump

Some of the Republicans who voted to impeach former President Donald Trump in January are already having their seats challenged and their ability to hold onto their place in Congress may be dependent on the moves the former president makes in the next 18 months.

Ten Republicans joined Democrats in impeaching Trump a historic second time, a move that was quickly met with condemnation back in their home states. They’ve been publicly scolded, pushed to resign and warned that local organizations will mount a strong push to oust them from office in the primary.

“After my last election, I had decided not to run again. But the vote by Congressman Valadao to impeach President Trump with no witnesses, evidence, or without allowing any defense was too much for me to stay on the sidelines,” Chris Mathys, a former Fresno, California, city council member, told Newsweek.

Valadao, who represents California’s 21st district, wasn’t in office during Trump’s first impeachment, as he had been ousted from office in 2018 by Democrat TJ Coxx. In November, Valadao won back his seat from the Democrat who beat him in 2018 by less than a point. The Republican placed blame on Trump for the Capitol riot, saying that his rhetoric was “un-American, abhorrent and absolutely an impeachable offense.”

Senate Republicans Out of Step With Majority on Convicting Donald Trump

Illinois Rep Adam Kinzinger

Kinzinger, first elected to Congress in 2010 when voters swept House Republicans into power, has relied on his military background in crafting his legislative priorities, especially on foreign policy. The veteran of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan serves on the House Foreign Affairs panel, as well as Energy and Commerce. Kinzinger initially defended Trumps foreign policy and national security posture, but by 2018 he had become a critic of the commander in chief.;

He voted in line with the president on legislation 90 percent of the time during the Trump years, according to CQ Vote Watch. Kinzinger voted with Trump 85 percent of the time in 2019. Trump carried Kinzingers 16th District, which stretches from Illinois Wisconsin border north of Rockford to its line with Indiana, in 2020. Trump got 57 percent of the vote in the district, according to Daily Kos Elections, while Kinzinger got 65 percent.

He immediately condemned Trump in a video statement on Jan. 6. The storming of the Capitol was a coup attempt, with the purpose of overturning the election of a duly elected president, he said. The current president incited this coup, encouraged it, and did little to protect the Capitol and the Constitution.

Rep John Katko New York

To impeach a sitting president is a decision I do not take lightly, Rep. John Katko of New Yorks 24th Congressional District said in a statement Tuesday.

As a former federal prosecutor, I approach the question of impeachment by reviewing the facts at hand, he said. To allow the President of the United States to incite this attack without consequence is a direct threat to the future of our democracy. For that reason, I cannot sit by without taking action. I will vote to impeach this President.

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South Carolina Rep Tom Rice

Rices vote for impeachment stunned those familiar with the South Carolina lawmakers record as a staunch Trump defender, especially during his first impeachment.;

I have backed this President through thick and thin for four years. I campaigned for him and voted for him twice, Rice;said in a statement;Wednesday evening. But, this utter failure is inexcusable.

Rice voted for motions to object to certifying Bidens Electoral College victories in Arizona and Pennsylvania last week, votes that came after security teams cleared the building of rioters and members returned from a secure location. Rice told local media he waited until the last minute to cast those votes because he was extremely disappointed in the president after the riots and that Trump needed to concede the election. He also said last week that he did not support impeaching the president or invoking the 25th Amendment to remove him from office.;

Rice, a member of the Ways and Means Committee, has supported the Trump administrations position 94 percent of the time over the past four years. He represents a solidly Republican district in the Myrtle Beach area that Trump carried by 19 points in November. Rice, who has had little difficulty holding his seat since his first 2012 victory, won his race by 24 points in November.;

Wyoming Rep Liz Cheney

Cheney has had a changeable relationship with Trump throughout her rapid ascension through the ranks of House leadership. But in recent months she has been among his chief critics within the party, and she led the GOP call to impeach him after the riots. In a statement Tuesday night, she said Trump summoned this mob, assembled the mob, and lit the flame of this attack.

First elected to Wyomings sole House seat in 2016, Cheney became the Republican conference chairwoman three years later, calling for a fundamental overhaul of the partys messaging operation. For the former Fox News pundit and daughter of former Vice President Dick Cheney, that meant amped-up attacks on Democrats as socialists whose ideas she sees as an assault to American freedoms, rhetoric that has been adopted by Trumps most ardent supporters.

During Trumps four years in office, Cheney has voted with the president 93 percent of the time, according to CQ Vote Watch, above the GOP average score of 92 percent. But she has broadsided him on core policy issues in recent months, unmoved by her states 70 percent vote for Trump in November.;

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Why Didnt The Trial Begin While Trump Was Still In Office

The articles of impeachment were not sent to the Senate immediately since the Senate wouldnt be in session until the day before Joe Bidens inauguration. The Democrats waited further until an agreement was reached in the Senate for the power-sharing structure that would regulate how the evenly split Senate would operate going forward. Under an agreement with Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell the trial was delayed to give the Senate more time to get Bidens nominees for his Cabinet approved.

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Adam Kinzinger Of Illinois

None of the 10 pro-impeachment House Republicans have raised their profiles more than Mr. Kinzinger, a six-term conservative who represents an exurban and rural part of northern and central Illinois. He has created a political action committee and become a frequent anti-Trump presence on cable television and social media since the Capitol riot.

Mr. Kinzinger hasnt formally announced a 2022 re-election bid, and the Illinois legislature, controlled by Democrats, is likely to redraw his district to make it more difficult for a Republican to win.

A half-dozen Republicans are vying to challenge him, including Catalina Lauf, a former Commerce Department official under Mr. Trump, who placed third in a Republican primary in a neighboring congressional district last year.

So far, Ms. Lauf has been endorsed by Representative Madison Cawthorn of North Carolina, one of the leading purveyors of pro-Trump misinformation in Congress.

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Here Are All The House Republicans Who Voted To Impeach Trump:

Rep. Liz Cheney of Wyoming’s At-Large Congressional District.

Rep. Jaime Herrera-Beutler of Washington’s 3rd District.;

Rep. Anthony Gonzalez of Ohio’s 16th District.

Rep. John Katko of New York’s 24th District.;

Rep. Adam Kinzinger of Illinois’s 16th District.;

Rep. Peter Meijer of Michigan’s 3rd District.

Rep. Dan Newhouse of Washington’s 4th District.

Rep. Tom Rice of South Carolina’s 7th District.

Rep. Fred Upton of Michigan’s 6th District.;

Rep. David Valadao of California’s 21st District.

Rep Anthony Gonzalez Ohio

Impeachment Manager: âDisturbingâ That Only 10 Republicans Voted To Impeach Trump | All In | MSNBC

As House members cast their votes on the articles of impeachment, Rep. Anthony Gonzalez from Ohios 16th Congressional District, tweeted a statement asserting that Trump helped organize and incite a mob that attacked the United States Congress in an attempt to prevent us from completing our solemn duties as prescribed by the Congress.

When I consider the full scope of events leading up to January 6th including the presidents lack of response as the United States Capitol was under attack, I am compelled to support impeachment, he wrote.

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Tom Rice Of South Carolina

None of the 10 Republican votes to impeach was as surprising as that of Mr. Rice, a conservative who had to that point never spoken out against Mr. Trump. It shocked his constituents in northeastern South Carolina and set off a land rush of a dozen Republicans aiming to unseat him.

Among them are a former Trump administration official and several candidates who declared that they would not have voted to certify Mr. Bidens victory.

Mr. Rices case may present one of the purest tests yet of Mr. Trumps hold on the party: There is no other issue in which he has broken with the former president or with Republican leadership. But his impeachment vote has been forgotten by no one: not his primary opponents, not the Trumpian party base, and not Mr. Trump himself.

What do you call somebody who votes with Trump 99 percent of the time? Mr. Rice joked in a June interview with The Washington Post. A traitor.

Californias David G Valadao

Valladaos district in the San Joaquin Valley is somewhat difficult to portray politically, given his performance in it: he won in 2012 and 2016, even though Democratic presidential candidates won the district by a two-point margin. In 2018, amidst the Democratic wave of elections, he lost by less than 1,000 votes. He reclaimed his seat last year, while Mr Biden ran in the district by an 11-point margin.

What is clear is that Mr. Valladaos survival in such a skittish district is seen as crucial to Republican efforts to regain the House. This may explain why, despite his impeachment vote, McCarthy, now a vocal Trump ally, is helping Mr Valladao raise funds.

For his part, Mr. Valladao has been a credible Republican vote in the House since his support for impeachment and has said little about it in the intervening months, except that Voting 6 January Commission for the destruction of Mr. Katko.

But he has expressed some solidarity with other pro-impeachment Republicans: He Appeared at a fund-raiser for Mr Newhouse and eight others all except Ms. Cheney, whose Political Action Committee donated $5,000 to Mr. Valadao.

So far, he has faced only weak opposition: his prime primary challenger lost a Republican primary to Congress in New Mexico last year.

Reached by phone on Friday, Mr. Valladao showed no interest in discussing his relationship with the former president. I have a comm director, he said. Have a nice day. Goodbye.

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Led By Cheney 10 House Republicans Back Trump Impeachment

WASHINGTON Ten Republicans including Wyoming Rep. Liz Cheney, the No. 3 House GOP leader voted to impeach President Donald Trump Wednesday over the deadly insurrection at the Capitol. The GOP votes were in sharp contrast to the unanimous support for Trump among House Republicans when he was impeached by Democrats in December 2019.

Cheney, whose decision to buck Trump sparked an immediate backlash within the GOP, was the only member of her partys leadership to support impeachment, which was opposed by 197 Republicans.

There has never been a greater betrayal by a president of the United States of his office and his oath to the Constitution, said Cheney, whose father, Dick Cheney, served as vice president under George W. Bush. The younger Cheney has been more critical of Trump than other GOP leaders, but her announcement hours before Wednesdays vote nonetheless shook Congress.

Katko, a former federal prosecutor who represents the Syracuse area, said allowing Trump to incite this attack without consequence would be a direct threat to the future of our democracy.

Kevin Mccarthy Is Actively Opposing President Trump By Fundraising For The 45th Presidents Political Opponents

Despite President Donald Trumps efforts to endorse and unseat opponents of his America First agenda in the U.S. House, including representatives who voted with Democrats to impeach him over claims he incited violence in January 6, House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy is actively fundraising for many of President Trumps opponents, raising around half a million dollars for them.

McCarthys inappropriately named Take Back the House 2022 committee has raised $100,000 each for Reps. Jaime Herrera-Beutler of Washington state, John Katko of New York, and both Fred Upton and Peter Meijer of Michigan, who all voted to bring impeachment charges against President Trump in the United States Senate.

At least one of these candidates has two pro-Trump challengers. Herrera-Beutler, the establishment Republican incumbent in Washington state, faces insurgent challenges from Joe Kent a veteran of the United States armed forces whose wife died in service to her country and Heidi St. John, a legend in the homeschool community who has opposed left wing school curriculum and fought for parents rights to determine how their children should be educated for years.

President Trump recently endorsed Kents bid to replace Herrera-Beutlerm in a move that received praise from America First political pundits. However, it seems McCarthy favors the establishment incumbent over America First challengers.

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Ial Retraction From Starr

In January 2020, while testifying as a defense lawyer for U.S. President Donald Trump during his first Senate impeachment trial, Starr himself would retract some of the allegations he made to justify Clintonâs impeachment. Slate journalist Jeremy Stahl pointed out that as he was urging the Senate not to remove Trump as president, Starr contradicted various arguments he used in 1998 to justify Clintonâs impeachment. In defending Trump, Starr also claimed he was wrong to have called for impeachment against Clinton for abuse of executive privilege and efforts to obstruct Congress, and stated that the House Judiciary Committee was right in 1998 to have rejected one of the planks for impeachment he had advocated for. He also invoked a 1999 Hofstra Law Review article by Yale law professor Akhil Amar, who argued that the Clinton impeachment proved just how impeachment and removal causes âgrave disruptionâ to a national election.

Rep Peter Meijer Michigan

Rep. Peter Meijer of Michigans 3rd Congressional District criticized the president in a statement Wednesday before the vote, noting Trumps efforts to change the presidential election results, and calls for supporters to fight ahead of the Capitol attack.

The one man who could have restored order, prevented the deaths of five Americans, including a Capitol Police officer, and avoided the desecration of our Capitol shrank from leadership when our country needed it most.

Today my job is to apply my best judgement to the article of impeachment that is on the floor of the U.S. Congress. With the facts at hand, I believe the article of impeachment to be accurate.

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Michigan Rep Fred Upton

Upton, an 18-term lawmaker who previously held the gavel of the Energy and Commerce Committee, is something of an endangered species on Capitol Hill: a relatively moderate Republican who isnt afraid to cross the aisle to vote with Democrats. Fellow lawmakers and outsiders who lobby Upton say hes a pragmatist. Hes part of the Problem Solvers Caucus, a bipartisan group working to build consensus on legislation.;

The former committee chairmans 6th District, nestled in the states touristy southwestern corner that includes Lake Michigan shoreline as well as Kalamazoo, voted 51 percent for Trump in 2020, according to Daily Kos Elections. Upton won reelection with 56 percent of the vote last year. Since 2017, the longtime congressman voted in line with Trumps position on legislation 78 percent of the time, according to CQ Vote Watch.;

Jaime Herrera Beutler Of Washington

President Trump faces Senate trial after historic House vote on impeachment

Ms. Herrera Beutler took a bizarre star turn during Mr. Trumps second impeachment proceedings after she divulged that Mr. McCarthy, the House Republican leader, had told her that Mr. Trump had sided with the mob on a phone call with Mr. McCarthy while the Capitol riot unfolded.

Since then, Ms. Herrera Beutler has stayed mostly silent about her role in the proceedings and her vote to impeach Mr. Trump. A campaign spokesman confirmed that she plans to run for re-election.

She faces what could prove a tough challenge from a primary opponent Mr. Trump has endorsed: Joe Kent, a former Army Special Forces officer. Mr. Kents wife, Shannon Kent, a chief petty officer in the Navy who worked closely with the National Security Agency, was killed by a suicide bomber in 2019 while on a counterterrorism mission in Syria. Mr. Kent plans to speak at a rally in Washington on Saturday in support of defendants charged in connection with the Capitol assault.

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Here Are The House Republicans Who Voted To Impeach Trump

Ten GOP;House members joined Democrats in voting to impeach President Trump

It marks the first time in the country’s history that a president has been impeached twice in one term.

It’s also the most bipartisan impeachment vote in the nation’s history.

Hugh Thompson RiceSC state Rep. Russell Fry launches primary bid against Rice over impeachment votePro-impeachment Republicans outpace GOP rivals in second-quarter fundraisingCheney, Kinzinger are sole GOP votes for Jan. 6 select committeeMORE was the most conservative of the members who supported the effort.

He said a reasonable person would see Trump’s remarks to a crowd before the mob attacked the Capitol as having the potential to lead to violence.

Under the strict definition of the law, I dont know if the presidents speech last Wednesday morning amounted to incitement of a riot, but any reasonable person could see the potential for violence, he said.

Rice also took aim at the president for going after Vice President Pence.;

“I have backed this President through thick and thin for four years. I campaigned for him and voted for him twice. But, this utter failure is inexcusable, he said in a statement.;

The ten Republicans in the House who voted for Trump’s impeachment were;House Republican Conference Chair Liz Cheney

[cauldronoflove]

Ok so this is really obscure, but I've had this idea for a while now, and I'd love to see you work with it? Headcanons for a time travel AU in which Peter Parker is messing with Stark Tech and gets sent back to the 1940s? He could work with Peggy Carter in the SSR to solve the case and pretend to be her little brother. Plus in 2017 Tony and Steve working together to get him back. If you think it's weird or want to skip it no worries! If not, then thank you so much, I love your headcanons!!

i love this concept so much you dont even know?? but also okay i realized abt halfway through these 2.5k+ words that this wasnt exactly what you asked for and i feel kinda bad about that but i hope you still like it all the same!! also i wanna say thank you for thinking of me for this prompt im super flattered????

- peter wasnt technically supposed to be in the 4th basement of stark tower

- technically he was on his lunch break and was supposed to be using said time to both eat and work on his spanish homework

- but he'd heard these whispers from a couple of the older interns about some of the old stuff that mr. stark had thrown down there because he never had time to finish them and peter had an idea

- see, he's been wanting to move up a bit, have mr. stark trust him a little more, and what's better then maybe taking one of his old designs and making it better and making it work

- so thats why he's in the fourth basement of stark tower, trying to remember if he's had his tetanus shot because some of this stuff is seriously Old

- and then he stumbles onto this little pyramid shaped....doohickey

- its the only thing in 4 floors of Things that doesnt have a label or a file or a crude drawing taped to the front of it so now peter is Officially Curious

- he kinda fiddles with it for a few minutes until his phone beeps with his 'hey pete youre gonna be super late getting back to work again' alarm and he about drops this thing on the floor because like everyday the alarm scares him to death

- but because hes clumsy and because hes pete he actually does drop it and everything goes black

- but everything's fine because he wakes right back up and he's pretty sure that he electrocuted himself but thats happened dozens of times so he picks himself up and brushes himself off and realizes that he may have been out longer than he thought because theres fewer boxes in the room than before and geez his head hurts

- "are you quite alright?"

- oh god he mustve hit his head harder than he thought because that looks like

- "m-miss carter, no sorry, ma'am? oh, oh god i'm so sorry that was so rude, agent? agent ma'am?"

- "this is howard's fault isnt it"

- "howard? as in....oh god oh god"

- "do you know where you are?"

- peter parker loved a lot of things and one of those things was museums and one of those museums in particular had an exhibit on a certain mr. rogers and adjacent to that exhibit was a small plaque about the woman standing in front of him and oh god he was going to hyperventilate and throw up in front of a literal legend and hero at the same time

- "remind me to kill him later. right now lets get you something warm to drink, yes? maybe some new clothes, youre looking a little singed"

- flash forward half an hour and he's sitting in front of the agent carter sipping at some terribly bitter coffee while she pursed and unpursed her lips a few times

- (annnnd time skip back to present day)

- friday: mr stark theres a woman downstairs beating on the door asking for youtony, 47 names going through his head: ...go on

- enter may parker, in her pjs, fire in her eyes, carrying on the legacy of brunette women ready to end a stark's life

- "it is ten o'clock on a school night, i've talked to ned, i've talked to mj and liz, i've talked to every corner sub shop owner, i even had a nice long chat with pepper, yet no one could tell me anything so you better have answers as to where my nephew is anthony"

- and in that moment, tony stark's life flashed before his eyes

- "hey, friday, where is the kid?"

- "peter's vitals havent been detected since 1:32pm on floor D"

- tony: fu-

- (back to pete and peggy)

- so he's quickly caught her up on the gist of whats going on (aka he told her he's from 2017 ny and hed really just like to go home) and she's taking it surprisingly well, all nodding and hmm-ing and cursing howard stark under her breath, kinda how may is when tony does like.. anything

- but now shes leading him through their super secret base and he's trying not to stare because, has he mentioned, hes literally standing next to peggy carter

- "right, well, here's your cot. if you need anything, dugan can help you. he's that one, there, with the cigar. you get some rest and i'll find howard and see if we cant get your...issue squared away. oh, and whatever you do, dont accept anything dernier tries to give you, you've already blown up once today, i dont think you can afford another"

- present day

- tony's been working through the night, a marginally-more-than-slightly disgruntled may beside him, and an even-more-than-marginally-more-than-slightly peeved happy beside her

- ("how do you lose a teenage boy, tony" happy moans to his phone when he wakes up and sees all the missed calls and texts he has)

- good news: it only took like 2 1/2 hours and three shots of espresson for tony to figure out what happened to peter

- bad news: it wasnt even a Tony Stark Exclusive Design, it was a Howard Stark One-Time Use That Was Actually A Malfunction Design, he'd had several more coffees that werent even close to being strong enough, and he had a growing black eye from the punch may landed before happy could pull her away and calm her down (maybe that last part should be in the good news column)

- "so he's just stuck in the 40s alone, then" may surmises, rubbing at the tension headache in her temples

- tony doesnt respond because at this point he needs his other eye for miracle working and depth perception

- "well, probably not alone," happy begins. "i catalogued everything in that level, and that stuff came from one of howard's london facilities, so it was probably calibrated for that time, so he's probably with-"

- tony: "hap, please dont finish that sentence"

- may: "1940s london. so he's with steve, then, safe. with captain america. okay, i can handle that."

- tony: "no, ah, a little later than capsicle, probably"

- may: "so not safe with captain america"

- happy: "safe with agent carter, more likely"

- pete and peggy

- good news: pete made it through the night without being blown up by the howling commandoes

- bad news: once howard was finally located and sobered up, he explained that he hadnt built that particular device yet, so peter was kinda stuck

- peter wasnt coping well

- "i have a spanish test tomorrow! and a trig test on friday! and i'm supposed to hang out with ned on saturday, and then may's gonna kill me when i dont show up for sunday dinner, and shes gonna kill me in general because i never checked in because holy shit i never checked in!"

- howard: peggy he's crying what do i do

- peggy: do i have to do everything myself

- she advances on peter and takes his chin in her hand, locking eyes with him: peter, you know who i am, dont you?

- he nods as best as he can

- "then you must know that i'm going to do everything in my power and then some to get you back home, dont you?"

- "yes ma'am"

- "good. go take a walk while i talk to howard, and if anyone asks, youre my american brother in for a short visit." and then she pats him on the cheek and his soul kinda ascends then and there because agent carter just patted him on the cheek AND gave him permission to tell people he's her brother

- so he goes to take his walk but the thing is when he gets anxious, he likes to fiddle with the loose legos he keeps under his bed, building and rebuilding tiny structures to help ease his nerves

- needless to say, he's an Absolute Nervous Wreck while he waits for some kind of something from peggy or howard and there arent any legos to keep him busy

- so he kind of takes that walk right on down to the lab and starts poking around because even if he is a certified nervous wreck he's also thr most inquisitive little shit that ever did walk the earth

- peggy finds him two hours later with a pair of loose fitting goggles on his forehead, his sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and some . substance on his hands

- "please dont tell me youre somehow howard's long lost son too," she says, taking his appearance in

- he shakes his head as the beakers in front of him emit a puff of green smoke directly into his already scrunched up face "no ma'am; it's just that mr. stark kinda has me on desk duty and never lets me get my hands dirty so i like to take every oppurtunity i can get"

- she nods, "good, because howard needs you to describe what you remember of the device, and then you and i are going to begin the slog through the logistics of it all"

- "ooooookay"

- which is how peter parker ends up sitting across from peggy carter, the both of them scribbling extremely advanced mathematics onto yellowing sheets of paper as howard stark tinkered with some spare parts he had lying around as he tried to construct a crude rendering of the device

- peggy mostly doesnt talk, actually, she hasnt spoken since explaining that shed picked her math skills up on an assignment shed once had where she learned she actually loved numbers and then howard had been letting her do calculations for him in her free time

- peter was too impressed to respond bc from what he gathered she'd only been on that mission for six months and she didnt have much free time which meant she'd had to pick it all up FAST

- anyway, they got at that for hours, until peter cant keep his eyes open and even howard is dwindling; peggy waves them both off to bed but stays and keeps scribbling away

- they repeat that routine for 3 days

- on the 5th night, after she waves them off, peter goes to his cot and he tosses and turns for hours, listening to the commandoes play poker and crack jokes, but he cant sleep

- finally he gets up and just starts walking, anywhere his feet take him

- coincidentally, his feet take him past what he quickly realizes is peggy's room

- "peter why are you still up? is everything all right?" she asks, pulling off these big hulking glasses that made him incredibly homesick because she reminds him so much of may in that moment, big glasses on, hunched over a book in her lap, hair pulled back out of her face

- and he apologizes, but she Knows something's terribly wrong, so she gets up and ushers him away from her doorway, and leads him down a hall or two and then theyre standing in an open space, and she's looking at him like shes trying to solve one of her equations

- "do you know how to throw a punch, peter"

- " whatever youre thinking i dont think its a good idea we dont have any gear and i dont want to get hurt-"

- she shakes her head and asks again, and he finally answers with a kinda

- "'kinda' will get you hurt; watch me" and she begins to demonstrate a few slow punches and he follows her movements and tries to copy them but hes a little sloppy but its ok because she corrects him and finally theyre just standing beside one another counting out punches when she asks "whats on your mind"

- and he doesnt even hesitate he just lets loose everything, how much he misses may and how terrible he feels that he cant get in touch with her, how much he misses ned and mj and liz, how much he misses his fire escape and the deli on the corner and the buildings and then he's crying again, but she gracefully doesnt point it out

- once he's done spitting out everything thats bothering him she gets this kind of sad smile and says, "you remind me of a man i knew. he cared so much about his friends, sometimes to the point of not even worrying about himself, whuch meant he was always in some sort of trouble, as you can imagine. but he always found his way out of a problem, even if he was the one who created it." she laughs slightly then. "i guess what i'm getting at is even if i cant get you back home, even if howard cant, i believe that youll figure it out."

- "are you comparing me to captain anerica right now because i'm already crying and i dont think i can take much more" he says through sniffles, his arms slack by his sides now

- she smiles and nods, keeping her stance, and peter feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this amazing woman who immediately helped him without much of a pause and who's made sure he was okay for the past 5 days and who's up at god knows what time showing him how to throw a punch and being his borderline therapist and he just wants to give her something in return

- "im not sure if im supposed to do this, because for all i know it could tear a hole in the fabric of time and space but i really want to show you this," he begins, pulling his wallet put of his pocket.

- he flicks the little photo holders out and theres may, and theres ned and mj and liz, and theres that cat he found that one time, and theres him and tony, and there, at the bottom, is the time he officially met steve after the whole fight thing and all

- "this was taken a couple months ago; well, a couple months for me, it's decades from now, but here," and he holds out his wallet for her to see and she looks over the photo curiously before she understands and a tear slips down her cheek and she smiles the most grand smile

- "thank you, peter" and she passes the wallet back and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "i promise i'll have you home in time for sunday dinner"

- and she does