#the dress tess wears is my favorite

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Third Time’s A Charm (Part 9).

Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales and Reader (female, second person POV)  Summary: You and the rest of the guys attend Tom’s funeral and someone makes an unexpected appearance, making things more complicated between you and Frankie. Word Count: 3,683 Author's Note: Just wanted to extend my gratitude for each and every one of you that is still reading this story. It is by far one of my favorites to write. With that being said, all good things must come to an end... I think we got a few more chapters left, but trust me... It’s gonna be a good one😉 Warning: Language (cursing)

It was the day of Tom’s funeral and Frankie had been staying with you for almost a week now. 

You both managed to ease back into the routine of things when you two were still together; he would cook breakfast and you would cook dinner. Mostly every night, you both spent it watching a movie on the couch with his arm draped around your shoulders and you leaning against him. Every night, you both lingered when saying goodnight, not sure of what was allowed and what wasn’t. He hadn’t been in your bed since last week, both deciding that he needed to speak with Victoria before you both could even think about each other. 

But now, you were both getting ready for Tom’s funeral. You were dreading this day, knowing that Tess and Molly were having a difficult time. It still felt surreal that Tom was no longer here; the man always seemed so invincible. You kept thinking back to the last conversation you two shared, how he made you promise to look after Tess while he was in Colombia, how he was still trying his best after everything that happened in his marriage. At first glance, Tom looked intimidating, never smiling and always complaining that there was something wrong, but as time passed, he opened up and allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. 

Deep down, Tom was just a man who was struggling to make something out of his life after the military. You knew the story all too well, seeing it firsthand with the rest of the guys. You just hoped that Tom died knowing he did the best he could and that his best was all that mattered. 

Interrupting your thoughts, you saw Frankie lean against your bedroom door frame as you stood in front of the mirror. He was dressed in his dress blues from the special forces as you took note of all his awards that were pinned to his jacket. His hair was brushed and put together (unlike the usual disheveled look that he liked to hide under a hat) and his facial hair was still patchy, but still clean cut. You, on the other hand, were wearing a black dress and black heels with your hair neatly in a bun and a few strands falling in front of your face. You grabbed your coat and slipped it on, your eyes never leaving Frankie’s as you two stared at each other from the mirror.

“You look–” he said.

“Look at you.” you said simultaneously. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, you turned on your heel and walked over to him, moving your hands up and down the lapels of his jacket as you looked into his eyes. 

“You gonna be okay?” You asked.

Frankie nodded, moving a hand to rest on your hip. “It’s going to be a tough day.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But we’ve got each other. Santi, Benny, Will… We all be there for Tom and his family.”

He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you, hermosa.”

You pulled away, though, not wanting to linger too long. There had been too many close calls since he was staying with you; the lingering looks, the innocent touches, the almost kisses. The longer he stayed with you, the more difficult it was for you to maintain boundaries. 

“You ready?” you asked quietly, seeing him step back and nod. He reached out for your hand, which you took almost instantly. 

“Let’s go.”

The drive to the funeral was quiet and the closer you got to the cemetery, the more anxious Frankie was feeling. You noticed it immediately; his hands tightening around the steering wheel with the pads of his thumbs tapping against it incessantly. You reached out for him, resting a hand on his forearm in hopes that it would help calm him down.

“Hey,” you whispered. “We’re okay.” 

He glanced at you and sighed, nodding in your direction. Once at the cemetery, you noticed that Santiago, Benny, and Will were already there (who were also dressed in their dress blues). Frankie pulled into the spot next to Santiago’s car and you both stepped out, immediately walking over to the rest of the guys. You hugged each and every one of them, taking note of the tension in the air. Each of their expressions were solemn with a hint of regret. 

“Look at you guys,” you said with a sad smile. “Who knew you could all clean up this good?” You tried to lighten the mood and when you saw a small smile lining all of their lips, you knew that it was the most you could get out of them on this day. 

“Is Molly and Tess here?” you asked. 

Santiago nodded, pointing over his shoulder. “Right over there.” 

“Thanks, Santi. I’m gonna go say hi and see if they need anything. You guys gonna be okay?” 

Frankie’s hand moved to rest on your lower back; you were his anchor and while he didn’t want you to leave his side, he nodded anyway. 

“We’ll be okay,” Will replied. 

You nodded and turned slightly to look at Frankie. “And you?”

Frankie let out a quiet chuckle. “Yes, hermosa.”

Nodding, you left the group of guys and walked towards Tess and Molly. 

Once you were away, Santiago, Benny, and Will all gave Frankie a knowing look. 

“So, what’s going on there?” Benny asked with a chuckle. 

“Nothing,” Frankie replied. 

“Uh huh,” Benny said. “Sure looks like something.” 

“Did anything happen between you two?” Will asked. 

“No,” Frankie answered with a sigh. 

“Really?” Santiago asked with a shocked expression. 

“She doesn’t–” Frankie shrugged. “She wants to keep boundaries until I talk to Vic, but damn, it’s really hard.”

“What is? You?” Benny laughed, gently nudging Frankie’s shoulder. 

Frankie rolled his eyes, laughing quietly to himself. “Very funny.” 

He would be lying, though, if he said that being around you was easy. In fact, while he loved to be near you, it was becoming increasingly difficult to not get too excited whenever you both snuggled at night to watch a movie, or whenever you both said goodnight or good morning. In fact, anytime he was around you he found himself fantasizing (or rather, remembering) the times you two spent with each other in the bedroom. It also didn’t help that whenever you went to bed, you were wearing only an oversized shirt with very small shorts. 

Though, it was Santiago’s voice that pulled Frankie out of his trance. 

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Will asked.

Frankie arched his brow in confusion. The guys noticed how Santiago’s eyes were slightly wide, looking in the direction of a car pulling up into a parking spot. When the person stepped out of their car, Frankie felt his heart drop instantly.

“Shit,” he said under his breath. “How did Vic know of the funeral?”

“Molly must have invited her,” Will replied. “It’s okay, Fish. You gotta talk to her anyway.” 

“Yeah, but at Tom’s funeral? I’d rather not.”

Benny sighed, grasping Frankie’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, maybe this is Tom’s doing. Kicking your ass into gear into making a decision on what you want, Fish.”

Santiago and Will chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“You know, that is something he’d do,” Will chimed in. 

“Seems like Redfly,” Santiago smiled. “You can’t keep playing both sides, Fish. It’s obvious who you want.” 

“Yeah,” Frankie sighed, looking over at you and watching as you were consoling both Tess and Molly. He felt his heart swell at the sight of you, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and his anxiousness slowly disappeared when you made eye contact with him. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“We’re gonna make our rounds before the funeral begins,” Santiago said. “And Vic is heading your way.” 

Frankie let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “I’ll catch up with you guys.” 

Once the guys left, Frankie turned around to see Victoria walking towards him. She was dressed in a black dress with her hair curled, framing her face. She was good looking, Frankie wasn’t blind to that, but she definitely was not you. 

“Vic,” Frankie said quietly. 

She wrapped her arms around him instantly, holding him tight. Frankie stiffened, but moved to rest his hands on her hips. “I missed you and I’m so sorry.”

Frankie sighed, nodding as he pulled away from her. “Listen, we need to talk.”

“Can we do it after the funeral? There’s some things I want to talk to you about too.” Victoria said. 

“Of course,” he nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. “I gotta go with the guys, but we’ll meet up later, okay?” 

“Wait.” Victoria said. Before allowing Frankie to respond, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Once again, Frankie froze and pulled away a second later when he felt her begin to move her lips against his. She looked up at him with a confused look, but decided not to address it.

“Vic,” Frankie sighed.

“No, no, it’s okay. We can’t just slip back into old ways when we’ve got a lot of stuff to talk about.”

You were watching their interaction unfold before you and when she leaned up to kiss him, you felt your heart break a little. You noticed that Frankie pulled away as quickly as it began, but it just served as a reminder that Frankie was still married and the past few days were just a dream, a hope that this would be your chance with him. It was a naive way of thinking; Frankie wasn’t yours anymore and you weren’t sure if he ever would be again. 

Victoria looked around and then noticed you. Immediately, she tightened her jaw and pulled Frankie close to her, whispering into his ear as she kept her eyes focused on you. While Frankie didn’t say where he was staying, there was a part of her that had to wonder if he was staying with you and it angered her. 

You cleared your throat and looked away, hearing Tess’s voice. 

“You okay?” she asked. 

You looked down at the younger girl and smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Me? I’m fine.”

“You know, my dad always thought you and Frankie would end up together again. Even mom,” she said with a small smile. “I mean, he’s married, but he still looks at you like–”

“Tess,” you sighed quietly. “Sometimes things don’t always work out, you know?”

Tess nodded. “I know… Like my dad. I wish he was here.” Tears stung the young girl’s eyes and you immediately pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her break down against you. You looked at Molly, giving her a reassuring nod as you ran your hands along the young girl’s back to help calm her down. 

“Tess, your dad loved you so much,” you told her. “In his eyes, you were always still his little girl. And,” you sighed quietly. “He made me promise…”

She looked up at you with teary eyes. “Made you promise what?”

“To look after you,” you said with a nod. “So whatever you need, you can talk to me, okay? You don’t have to deal with this alone, neither does your mom. We got you both, I promise.” 

Tess nodded and pulled away to wipe her eyes. “I know,” she said quietly. “And just so you know, I think you and Frankie are meant to be.” 

You let out a quiet laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe, but maybe not, Tess.”

“If you still love him, you should fight for him.”

“It isn’t that easy,” you replied. “I wish it was, but–”

“Life’s too short,” Tess interrupted. “It’s too short to live with regrets.” 

You nodded in agreement, looking down at the young girl and immediately noticing the features that resembled so much of Tom. It made you tear up, actually, looking at the young girl and seeing so much of Tom and realizing that the man was no longer here. 

“Your dad would be so proud,” you said with a sad smile. 

—

After the funeral, there was a small gathering at Molly and Tess’s house, which you and the rest of the guys attended. You had let Santiago know that it would be best if Frankie rode with him, especially since Victoria kept looking at you with daggers for eyes. You could feel the tension, the frustration she felt, and the fact that she probably had an idea that you hadn’t kept up your end of the deal. 

The drive to Molly’s house, though, a sudden calmness washed over you. This entire time you were worried about losing your dream job, deciding to choose the job over Frankie, when you realized that you would never be happy without Frankie in your life. Despite Victoria’s threats from last year, you had decided (especially with the help of Tess’s encouragement) that you were going to fight for what you wanted.

When you pulled up to the curb, you saw Victoria climbing out of her car. Your eyes met with hers and the moment you parked, you watched as she walked over in your direction. The garage was open and there were quite a few people lingering inside and outside, celebrating Tom’s life. Your eyes, though, caught Frankie’s who was surrounded by the rest of the guys. 

Once out of your car, Victoria approached you. She was always taller than you, making you feel like you were inferior to her, but right now, you felt powerful. You felt like you could do anything and maybe that was because you finally decided to throw out any and all morals about what was right or what was wrong, but it also helped to know that Tess, Molly, Tom, and the rest of the guys would support you no matter what. 

Tom. Today was supposed to be his day, but Victoria still managed to make it about her.

“What are you doing here?” Victoria asked.

“It’s Tom’s funeral, where else should I be?” 

“Not here. We had an agreement.”

“Yeah?” You sighed. “Well, consider the agreement broken.”

“I can get you fired,” she spat.

“Go ahead,” you replied, stepping up to her. “My life isn’t the same without Frankie, without the rest of the guys. I’m done letting you walk over me, Vic. So, if you want to play this fucking game, let’s do it.”

Victoria narrowed her eyes down at you, her jaw clenching as she noticed the sudden sense of courage. “You’re gonna be sorry.” 

“You know what, that’s fine with me.” You stepped back, looking at her from top to bottom in disgust. “Today’s Tom’s funeral, Victoria. Show some respect. This isn’t about you, about Frankie… It certainly isn’t about me. So if you’re going to stay here for a bit, in Molly’s home, pull yourself together because right now? This is pathetic.”

Victoria was fuming. You could see it. The guys could see it. Anyone with eyes could see it. 

“Fuck you,” she spat. 

You let out a chuckle and shook your head. “Someone might be,” you winked, walking away from her and towards the guys who were watching everything unfold. Tess and Molly were also with them and when you finally reached them, Molly was the first one to speak.

“She looks like she’s going to explode. What happened?” Molly asked.

Tess gave you a knowing look. 

The guys looked at you with a shocked expression.

And Frankie… Well, Frankie was looking at you with soft and loving eyes. 

You shrugged and replied, “Something that Tom would have encouraged.” 

Molly arched her brow, watching Victoria storm back into her car. “Remind me never to get you upset,” she teased.

“It takes a lot for me to reach my limit. I guess–” You looked over at Tess and smiled. “I guess I just got some wise advice earlier today and it made me realize a lot of things.” 

“Well, whatever happened,” Molly continued. “Thank you for coming.”

“It’s like I told Tess,” you said, pulling the other woman into a hug. “If you need anything, I’m here.” 

“I’m just–” She let out a quiet sniffle, tears slowly falling from her eyes. “I’m gonna miss Tom.”

“I know,” you said reassuringly, looking at the guys and motioning for them to give you and Molly some space. “You know, he loved you so much.” 

“And I’m the one who divorced him.”

You pulled back, looking at her with an understanding gaze. “Doesn’t mean that that wasn’t a difficult decision on your end, Molly. Tom wanted you happy, both you and Tess, and if that meant giving you what you wanted, then so be it. Some things don’t always work out, but you both created such an amazing person,” you smiled, motioning over to Tess who was talking amongst the rest of the guys. “She’s got the best parts of you and the best parts of Tom.”

“Thank you,” Molly said with a smile. “It means a lot to us that you’re here, that you’re all here.”

“You’re family,” you nodded. “No matter what, we’re here for you both.”

—

After a couple of hours, you and the rest of the guys were getting ready to leave. You all said goodbye to Molly and Tess, once more extending the invitation that they could reach out to any of you at any time and you all would be there. At your car, though, Frankie and the guys were looking at you with arched brows and a questioning gaze. 

“What?” You asked, removing your coat. “Just ask me what you want to ask me.”

“What the hell happened between you and Vic? What did you say to her that made her leave?” Benny blurted. “I mean, she looked pissed.”

You glanced over at Frankie and bit your lower lip, shrugging your shoulders. “Nothing that wasn’t already said, Benny.”

Will chuckled, looking over at you. “You’re trouble,” he teased.

“No, I’m not,” you replied. “I made a choice that I’m going to go after what I want, no matter the consequence.”

Frankie cleared his throat, staring at you with a knowing look. The past few days had shown you that having a dream job wasn’t going to make you happy. How could you, when the one person you wanted by your side wasn’t there? So, you called Victoria’s bluff. If she got you fired, it wouldn’t be the end of the world as long as you still had Frankie.

Santiago let out a chuckle, looking over at you and Frankie. “I think we all know what that is.”

Frankie gently shoved Santiago. “Pope,” he warned.

“Okay, okay,” Santiago said with a smile. “What happens behind closed doors is your business,” he winked. 

“Anyway,” Benny chuckled. “I have a fight next weekend. You all gonna be there? Gonna win for Redfly.” 

You all smiled sadly, nodding in unison. “We’ll be there, Ben.” 

“Great, well, I guess we better get going.” 

Will nodded in agreement. He and Benny said their goodbyes and walked to their car. Santiago was looking over at you as Frankie was walking with Benny and Will. 

“What did happen?” Santiago asked. 

“A year ago,” you sighed. “Vic threatened me to stay away from Frankie, from you and the guys. It’s why I haven’t been around, or talked to, Frankie in over a year until last week. She could get me fired from my job and today,” you shrugged. “Today I decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore. My job means nothing if I don’t have Frankie, if I don’t have you and the guys.”

“She did what?” Santiago replied, eyes slightly wide and jaw clenched. “How dare she…”

“She felt threatened by my friendship with you, with Frankie, with the rest of the guys.”

“That doesn’t excuse her behavior. We’re all adults.”

“I know, Santi.”

“Does Fish know?”

“No,” you sighed. “No one knows but you.”

“Not even Tom?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want your guys’ image of her to be tainted by what she said. I didn’t–”

Santiago interrupted, “You’re such a good person.” 

“What?”

“Even after the shit she said to you, you still put everyone else before you,” Santiago replied. “Frankie’s lucky to have you. We are lucky to have you.”

Biting your lower lip, you wrapped your arms around the other man and hugged him so tight that it brought reassurance to know that you had done the right thing. It hurt to distance yourself from Frankie and the rest of the guys, but like you always told yourself, things would always work themselves out. 

Once you said your goodbyes to Santiago, you and Frankie were on the way back to your apartment. The entire car ride was quiet, almost as if you both were too afraid to address the elephant in the room. You knew Frankie was curious, but he kept his focus on the road as he drove. As he parked the car in your spot, he turned to face you as he remained in his seat.

“What happened between you and Vic?” He finally asked. 

“Nothing, Frankie.”

“I need to know.”

You sighed, climbing out of the car without answering him. You walked up the stairs and heard him follow you closely behind. You could feel him trail behind you, hovering closely as you unlocked the door. Once inside, you removed your coat and kicked off your heels. Frankie had removed his jacket and undone several buttons to his shirt. 

“You’re ignoring me,” he said, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking towards your bedroom. “What happened?” 

“I just told her what I wanted,” you replied, choosing not to give him too many details. 

“And what’s that?” Frankie asked quietly, stepping closer to you. His eyes darkened and his hands moved to rest on your hips, gripping tightly and pulling you flush against him. You gasped in surprise, letting out a quiet whimper when you felt him lower his head to brush his lips against yours. 

“You,” you answered, finally pressing your lips against his. 

—-

Part 10.

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📩 Simblr question of the day: what's your favorite outfit category to dress your sims in? (everyday, formal, swim etc.) include pictures of some of your favorite fits (if you can).

Passing on the SQOTD from @simblr-question-of-the-day!

Formalwear! Partly because I love pretty dresses and wish I had more reasons to wear them, and partly because I feel like a lot of cc creators do their very best work with their formal outfits, especially when it comes to historical cc.

A while back I was going to do a ballroom-style scene with a mix of modern and historical outfits. I ended up doing a late edwardian vampire render instead, but I do still have the models for the sages. Tess doesn't look thrilled about Ethren poking her in the head with his hat...

That's my favorite dress to put on Morgyn, though I usually don't use the crown. I mostly use non-CC clothes when I actually play (I usually game on my laptop and render on my boyfriend's god-tier gaming desktop) but I make sure to keep this dress installed.

This is how I dressed the teens up for prom! That's my standard formal outfit for Lilith - I just feel like she needs to wear her everyday boots at all times, even if I have to change the color to match.

[bumblepony]

OK, Maria Miller Hivemind, I've got a question for you all. If Maria and Tommy were getting married in a modern setting with a Western theme, what wedding dress do you think she would wear? And how would she style her hair?

Secondary questions what would the bridesmaid dresses look like? Sarah and Tess are alive and would totally be bridesmaids.

Throwing this out there for anyone who has an idea but tagging some of my favorite Maria lovers. @mariatesstruther @ameerawrites @clickergossip @hypnotisedfireflies

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My Fictif OCs

Despite needing some help with writing, Fictif being bought and ignored by Dorian was a shame and had potential. Here I'd actually like to post about all the MCs I made for each book:

I was inspired by a post where someone was asking for inspiration for their own OC for FTLOG. I make my OCs original depending on the book. While their appearence/background may change, they're always a cis man with a muscular, thicc build. Here's a bit about them, since I don't have the time to give them SUPER detailed backgrounds (especially since I may end up contradicting canon).

Heir to Love and Lies

Cyrus Yehia--a mestizo man of Colombian, Egyptian, and Spanish descent. I picture him with black hair, a nice tan that gets deeper during his time in Columbian, and hazel eyes. I imagine him as being very self-conscious due to not having been in Colombia for years and now having to be there without his abuela. He's a skilled acrobat, and frequently uses it to observe those he's suspicious of. Being of a religious background, he has an affinity with Padre Joya--but that doesn't make him turn a blind eye to suspicious activity. He has a rocky relationship with the three LIs, but admires Val's genuine commitment to her job, Chava's protective nature, and Sergio's cleverness.

Last Legacy

Capricorn Visser--actually his name is Riven, but he was talking about his zodiac sign when he was brought to the world. He's a caucasian man with blonde hair and green eyes, and usually dresses in green or pink (imagine if Barbie and your favorite male lead in a video game had a son). While he's drawn to Saaros, Florian, and Escell, he eventually (thanks to canon) becomes attatched to our LIs. Personality-wise, his self-esteem sucks despite his looks and intellect, and generally bonds with Anissa and Felix due to them being less wild than Sage--but he's still very drawn to him.

Roadkill

Sterling Alenko--In my world, he has a dream of being a screenwriter, and this helps him to bond with Poe. He's also an African-Aborignee-American man known for his cool, stylish fashion that noteably distinguishes him from the casual dress the rest of the LIs wear (though his clothes are still functional). At the end of the show, he wears a romper and tea shades with a bucket hat. He's quite exciteable and thirsts for inspiration, making him somewhat manipulative with people in order to get information. Though downplays his phenomenal skills as an artist due to being indecisive as a child and his parents pressuring him to stay focused on something. He kinda has an existential crisis when finding out supernatural creatures exist and keeps garlic and silver with him at all times (though being the cool guy he is, makes it look fashionable and doesn't arouse any suspicions). I think he tries to undercut Poe's snarkiness and prevent Howie from being objectified when he gets to Hollywood, and recently Tess has taught him how to write songs! Out of laziness, I use the same OC for Snow Falling in Love (unless I change it last minute).

For the Love of Gods

Valens--He's a muscular, curvy man, inspired by Zagreus and Thanatos from the video game Hades. I'd say he has black hair that goes past his shoulders and hot pink eyes. His clothing depends on what aspect of love he embodies: the pure, kind love that everyone wants, as well as the lust, envy, and jealousy that can be caused be love. Currently in my headspace his "love look" has a golden crown headdress (similar to "Ryoma: Supreme Samurai" in "Fire Emblem: Heroes") with a red tunic that has intricate black patterns on it, making it look like moving art, and a black choker on his throat with a picture of Astrellio. He has a silver ring with a moonstone in it and black thighbands on either of his legs. It's beautiful and a little suggestive, but not over the top. He's known for carrying his golden arrows that bring out people's love for each other. In his current "lust" look, his clothes embody a tighter, more exposed look that show off his chest and legs, as well as embodying a pink and purple aesthetic, his pink eyes taking on a glow. His hair takes on a longer, more windswept look. During this time he still uses his gold arrows, but now keeps silver arrows as well--only these ones cause repulsion. It's a reference to the Greek myth of Apollo and Daphne.

Courting the Crown

Avarice Kahale--Ignoring our father's design, I made him an PI-inspired character, explaining the culture as the consequence of colonialism (probably Italian-inspired). He dresses in blues, blacks, and silvers, largely due to still being in his grieving process and still kinda mourning. This distracts him from seeing certain warning signs that occur throughout the story. He's hesitant of Theo's advances given his past, as well as initially being shocked at Maeve's feelings for him. Gwydion's magical world and Rian's mystery makes him drawn to them in particular. There is an instance where Rian seduces him and drugs him to bring him back to Cetros, but when he changes his mind, it makes Avarice jump to his defense whenever anyone speaks ill of him. Before his mourning period, he was very Shikamaru Nara: very smart, but very lazy.

Two Against the World

Florence Chisholm--originally I was gonna name him Florian, but I think Nicky would enjoy the nod to Italy (he's actually of partial Italian descent), which also inspires him to use his grandfather's surname, Angelico. He's an auburn-haired, grey-eyed young man who's the son of lawyers and his fast-talking nature draws Nicky to him. While not into crime like Nicky, he's very charismatic, cheeky, and optimistic like he is, and matches Nicky's passion.

Catch Me in Miami

Arthur Yakushi-Silva--called Arturo by Miguel, his father is an Brazilian immigrant, while his mother is of Japanese heritage (she was born in Brazil, though), he's a quick swimmer and runner, making him a good partner for Miguel. While hesitant of Miguel's criminal activity, his charm and family does eventually convince Arthur to helo get Miguel out of the game, and this sometimes brings out a darker side to his typically bubbly personality.

Hollywoodland

Rudolph Midthunder--A Native American man who I headcanon as going on to being a successful actor (though he occasionally has to get rid of his iconic glasses). He's big on not ruffling feathers, but has developed a passive-aggressive personality as a result of keeping his head down. He originally attempted to pursue a relationship with Liam and Billy, but when he realized how important he was to Celia, he discovered how much he loved her.

Ghosted

Emrys Hye-kyo--a young man and Jesse's crush. Known for his business-chic fashion, no one would've guessed they would've ended up together. Being very reasonable, he's quick to be scared off by Jesse's ghost and solving the mystery, but as his feelings for Jesse grow, he realizes he needs to solve the mystery for both of their pieces of mind.

Monster Manor

Noah Rhineheart--an experienced ghosthunter/investigator who's actually never had relationships before. Known for his distinctive green hair and grey eyes, the residents of the manor at first assume he's a new arrival. He's a quiet listener to Casamir and Rainier's troubles, which makes him worry that they don't really like him for him, so he adapts to make their relationship more equal and conversational in order for their feelings to bloom.

Into the Mist

Galilei--a young elf who falls for Fin. Hmm, there seems to be something missing. Dorian should finish the story to find out more.

Isle of Enchantment

Aeris Tyrian--a young black man yearning for adventure. Due to having several brothers, he bonds with Rogue over trying to find his sister. He is originally intimidated by Serena, but eventually warms up with her following their adventure together. His interest in fair tales makes him jump between awe and eagerness to caution and skepticism, so it was certainly a growing experience.

Lemme know if you have any questions about them!

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Here are some I think it would be cool to know about: 7, 10, 13, 25, 31

Feel free to not answer all of them if there's any too tricky to do so

-nath :3

Hi Nath! Ty for sending these ^-^

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

My deepest joy related to writing is uncovering more about an emotion or gaining a deeper understanding of a character through it. Sometimes I will go into a scene intent on writing about a character reacting or feeling a certain way and while trying to write it, realize it doesn’t feel quite right. And then if I dig into it more, discover there are actually some other angles there that I think would be significant or meaningful to the character that had never occurred to me, usually because my POV is different than theirs. It’s a cool feeling and really does feel like stepping out of your own head and life and into someone else’s for a little bit.

My other greatest joy with writing is just how weird brains are and how mystifying and cool it can be to pull some imagery or turn of phrase out of nowhere that you’re actually pretty happy with, particularly when you have no idea where the inspiration for it came from.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Pieces of writing have definitely haunted me before. I think I tend to consider a piece of writing haunting if I am still thinking back on it years later with questions and trying to re-examine it from different lenses to understand it better. A few examples that come to mind are Despair by Vladimir Nabokov, Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy and A Perfect Day for Banana Fish by J.D. Salinger. I don’t even necessarily *enjoy* all of these stories but they sure have kept me up at night before.  

I don’t think my own writing has ever haunted me in THAT way. I do have this one dystopian novella idea that’s been floating around in my head for years though and keeps telling me to write it, but I don’t want to because I’m a wimp and it’s too sad LOL. So I guess that’s a different form of being “haunted” by writing?

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Subject matter that is difficult for me to write about would be grieving. Subject matter that’s easy for me to write about would be pining (I know, shocker…I’m sure nothing about my collective ao3 works would have given this away LOL).

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

On my character sheets I have a note that Lady Cecily’s favorite color is yellow and she dresses pretty much exclusively in warm colors LOL. This has never and will never come up in the story because, generally speaking, Chrom doesn’t care about or take note of what anyone is wearing except Robin gkdfgk

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

Dear Readers,

The idea that you would willingly take time out of your day to read anything I’ve created is so genuinely extraordinary to me. You could be reading or doing a thousand other things instead and I am so infinitely grateful to you for letting my words into your life. Your support and kindness have brought me so many smiles and helped to pick me back up more times than you’ll probably ever know. I’ll be thankful forever.

Lots and lots and lots of love,

Rose

[chloenwckobiaarchive]

RAID CHLOE’S CLOSET (THE WARDROBE CHALLENGE)

Fashion has always been a huge part of Chloe’s identity. It has always been one of her favorite ways to express herself and she majored in it at Cornell before switching her mind when she learned about how the fashion industry is hurting the planet through fast fashion. Chloe’s style is very simple and she usually just sticks to one color palette when she dresses herself. She’s not too fussed if she wears something from a big brand, but she prefers to only buy second hand clothes. A lot of the time, she just makes whatever she wants to buy because she has the knowledge to do it. She thinks that in another life, she’s a fashion designer.

Listen, whenever I see these ladies on my Instagram feed I always immediately go, “Oh, Chloe would totally wear that!“ and so I decided to showcase the outfits that scream Chloe to me.

Whenever I come up with a character, the two major things that help me visualize them as a person (outside of their background and personality) are music and clothes. For Chloe’s style inspiration, I really think Tess Christine, Dacey Cash, and Ashley (bestdressed) really capture the aesthetic and style of how I picture Chloe dressing. Greta herself is also one of the biggest style inspirations when I think about what Chloe would wear.

I can’t even say that Chloe’s style is really one thing, it’s actually pretty much all over the place. Some days she’ll wear earth tone colors or all beige, or a mix of colors. It really just depends on how she feels during the day. Like, if she’s feeling really energetic, you’ll see her wearing skirts or shorts and short sleeves, where her body really shows. If she’s feeling really tired or lazy, you’ll see her with oversized sweaters. If she’s feeling relaxed, she’ll just go with a random graphic tee and some jeans. It really just depends. She also wears a lot of rings and necklaces, so there’s that too. She loves looking good, not for anyone but just for herself.

Usually when Chloe sleeps at night, she tends to wear thin clothing so she doesn’t get too hot. When she’s in her own space, a pair of underwear and a tee are perfectly fine for her. Even in the winter, she’ll still wear her cotton pajamas as she sleeps with layers and layers of blankets. And when she sleeps, she usually has a silk cap or silk pillow case to keep her hair healthy.

When it comes to more formal wear for her, she still keeps it simple. She really enjoys wearing a lot of accessories. Maybe a couple rings, a bracelet, and a necklace or two. Fashion is how she expresses herself so she likes to use that to her advantage.

When she goes to parties, she likes to keep it semi casual. She’ll wear some heels to keep the look elevated and she’ll usually have her hair up. She’ll wear something very loose and very flow-y. When she knows that she’s going to dance or move around a lot, she wears things that are shorter and show her legs more so that way she’s not confined to movement. And so she’s not going to tear clothes or anything like that.

When it comes to beachwear, she’s not too fussed as she likes to wear either a two piece or a one piece. A coverup, along with a beach bag and shoes round out her outfit. And you can never forget the sunscreen!

Whenever Chloe is working out, she loves to wear something that allows her to breathe and sweat, nothing too thick in material. She loves to wear a sports bra and some shorts, and she’ll always carry around a reusable water bottle.

On a warm, sunny day Chloe will most likely wear jean shorts with a cropped T-shirt or a tank top. She’ll reuse a lot of items to make a whole new look, and she loves to make different outfits with the same few pieces of clothing.

As someone who was used to the intense cold from living in New York City for so long, Chloe has definitely figured out how to dress for the winter months. She likes to make realistic and functional outfits for everyday wear. Layers are key when it comes to staying warm, so she’ll always start with a comfortable base layer of top and pants, adding on any jackets or coats to make it warmer.

Going from having to wear business casual for her work attire to being able to dress however she’d like (for the most part), Chloe has taken advantage of that. During her shifts, Chloe will wear a thrifted band T-shirt with some jeans. Other times, she’ll dress up a bit more depending on how she’s feeling. She’ll always try to wear sensible shoes since she’ll be on her feet for most of the day.

[surriasims]

retired magic sages

[blackacre13]

Cate and Julia Roberts seem to pals in real life so what if Lou and Tess get along really well to the point of making Debbie jealous and Tess sees it as an opportunity to make Debbie admit she wants to be more than con partners with Lou

“You know, every time I head over there to listen to Danny’s newest pitch, I think, god, Danny couldn’t be more of a jerk if he tried,” Debbie sighed as she walked into the apartment, throwing her peacoat on the poker table. “And then, he outdoes himself.”

Debbie looked down at her blouse, fingers toying with the top button.

“Careful before you strip down in the living room, love,” Lou smirked, her blue eyes twinkling. “We’ve got company.”

“And before you insult my husband again,” a familiar voice teased. “Your sister-in-law is the company.”

Debbie let out a sheepish grin as she blushed. “Hey, Tess. Look, I’m sorry. I just—“

“Are you kidding?” Tess snorted. “You’re in good company. We all know what a jerk Danny can be, especially when it comes to sharing. But it is my duty to defend his honor and all,” she grinned, flashing her diamond at the brunette.

“So, I take it we’re not doing the job?” Lou asked, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, we’re doing it,” Debbie smirked. “We’re just doing it my way.”

“You stole his watch again, didn’t you?” Lou beamed, proud of her partner.

“Of course,” Debbie glowed, sitting down in Lou’s favorite armchair as she surveyed the two women on the couch. “What have you two been up to?”

“Oh you know the usual,” Tess laughed, waving her hand around. “A little making out, painted each other’s nails, baked some cookies together.” She elbowed Lou’s side with a wicked grin as the blonde let out a stream of giggles that Debbie rarely saw.

“Lou doesn’t wear nail polish,” Debbie grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“But the making out and cookie baking is alright with you?” Tess winked. “Alright, Lou. You heard the lady. Duly noted.”

“Actually,” the Australian chuckled, standing up. “Tess and I were waiting for you to get back so we could grab something to eat. You up for dinner? Your pick.”

“Sounds good,” Debbie decided, stretching out her legs and flexing her feet. “Just give me a few to change. Don’t want to go out like this.”

“You look fine,” Lou promised, brushing it off.

“Well, if I only look fine then it definitely isn’t good enough,” Debbie sang, sending Lou a wink.

“Take your time, honey,” Lou laughed. “Was just about to head out for a cigarette anyway.”

“I’ll go with you, Deb,” Tess offered, her eyes flickering between the blonde and brunette trying to assess something Debbie didn’t quite understand.

“You ladies take your time,” Lou spoke, headed towards the sliding door as her boots clicked across the floor. “I’ll be waiting when you’re ready. Can one of you just grab my blazer off my bed?”

“Of course, baby,” Debbie nodded before headed to her room, Tess close on her tail.

She closed the door, headed for her closet as Tess flopped down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Don’t know what you’re thinking for dinner, but if we’re going fancier, you’ll definitely have to let me borrow a dress or something,” Tess called from the bed as Debbie rummaged through the closet with a hum.

“I’ll bring out some options for you,” Debbie nodded, pushing through the hangers to find her black dress Lou liked.

“So how long have you two been a thing?” Tess called, making Debbie stop in her tracks as she held the dress gingerly between two fingers, wondering what Tess meant.

“Who two?” Debbie laughed, sticking her head out of the closet.

“Honey? Baby? Love?” Tess quipped. “Practically ready to strip down naked the second you walked through the door.”

“I was too hot in that blouse,” Debbie sighed, throwing the dress onto the bed. She unbuttoned the blouse in question, stepping out of her slacks, standing near the bed as she considered her jewelry box for a moment.

“That wasn’t my question,” Tess pointed out, absolutely amused. She sat up slowly, shaking out her auburn hair before studying Debbie as she looked at her own reflection as she switched her earrings out.

“And I repeat, who?” Debbie rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks were burning. She knew exactly who Tess meant. Lou.

“Lou,” Tess whispered softly. “You’re not together?”

“Of course not,” Debbie spat, almost too quickly. Too defensive.

“Well, why not?” Tess laughed, standing as she walked towards Debbie’s closet to peruse on her own. She held up a merlot dress that Debbie hadn’t even ever remembered wearing and waited for Debbie’s nod of approval before shimmying down to her own underclothes and slipping on the dress. “Zip me up?”

Debbie paced over to her sister-in-law, trying to not let her mind or heart race too much as she repeated Tess’s question over again in her head. How many times had she asked herself that question. Why wasn’t she with Lou? Wasn’t it the most obvious thing in the world that they wanted to be together? Or was she making things up in her head? If Tess had seen it, then surely…

The brunette’s careful fingers moved the zipper up slowly before closing the hook and eye in place. She pat Tess’s shoulder to tell her she was done. Debbie could feel Tess’s observant eyes on her once more as she slipped into her own dress, already zipping it before Tess could offer. She was used to doing things alone.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Debbie shrugged as Tess choked down a laugh. They both knew her dating history consisted 90% of fellow cons and criminals. But maybe that was part of the problem. “And besides, I don’t see Lou that way.”

“No?” Tess asked, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.

“Definitely not,” Debbie lied, checking the time on Danny’s watch before she gestured towards the door. “We should go.”

“Don’t forget to grab your girlfriend’s blazer,” Tess smirked.

Debbie rolled her eyes, but stopped in the adjacent bedroom to snatched the blazer off of the bed, storming out into the living room where Lou was waiting. Tess watched quietly as Lou smiled at Debbie with a “thank you, honey” and a wink and then as Debbie straightened the lapels of the blazer before tossing Lou her car keys.

“Ready to go?” Lou asked, looking between the other two women. “I assume by the dress, Deb has chosen our favorite Italian place.”

“Our favorite,” Tess whispered, elbowing Debbie in the side before moving away so Debbie couldn’t swat back at her. She decided to milk the evening for all it was worth to see if she could get some honesty out of the younger Ocean. She may have been a talented con, but Tess knew she couldn’t hide her heart forever.

The trio headed outside and Tess took the opportunity of Lou opening the passenger door open to slip in front of Debbie and slide into the seat, touching Lou’s cheek and thanking her for being so chivalrous. After some giggling in the lounge where they waited for a table, Tess dragged Lou to the seat next to her, the duo sitting across from Debbie. Tess was playing a game, Debbie knew. Lou was just going with the flow but she always knew what made Tess smile and laugh. The two had always been close. It used to make Debbie warm and happy to know that they got along so well, but now, for some reason, it drove her up a wall.

The Ocean’s skin was crawling. They had inside jokes. They shared their entrees. They split dessert. They kept filling Debbie in on jokes and stories she’d missed from the afternoon and Tess could practically see the steam coming out of Debbie’s ears.

“You okay, love?” The blonde whispered to Debbie, lingering outside the car after Tess got in.

“Yeah,” Debbie lied, blinking away tears.

“Not gonna get away with conning me that easy, Ocean,” Lou smiled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Debbie’s ear. “Talk later?”

“Yeah,” Debbie repeated numbly.

“Promise?” The Australian whispered, putting her pinky out.

“Promise,” Debbie blushed, her smile turning to a scowl as Tess gave her a look as she clambered into the backseat.

“I’m gonna head home, ladies,” Tess announced as they got out of the car. “Should get home to Danny. But it’s been fun playing hooky with you both. Lou? You owe me a game of strip poker.”

Debbie looked like she was going to explode.

“Give me a second?” Tess asked Lou. “Have some sister business to discuss,” she grinned at Debbie.

Lou waved goodnight to Tess and told Debbie she’d be in the kitchen before heading into the apartment. They both watched her leave and then Tess was looking at Debbie with a sad smile.

“You should tell her, you know,” Tess whispered.

“Tell her what?” Debbie sighed.

“That you’re in love with her.”

“I’m not—“ Debbie started, but she couldn’t deny it. Something was tugging at her heart strings. Why couldn’t she deny it really?

“She loves you too, Deb, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I mean I’ve thought about hooking up maybe but like I said I don’t mix business and pleasure. And I don’t think that I lo—“

“Don’t you though?” Tess smiled, her eyes following Debbie’s as they looked past the cars to the apartment, as if she could see Lou still. “You’ve been doing it for so long I don’t even think you realize.”

“Doing what?” Debbie rolled her eyes.

“Loving her.”

[aeonborealis]

SEXTRANCE Rave at Church of Fun LA

Blogpost about attending a rave in LA hosted by dismissyourself. Seeing some of my favorite acts and a wicked cool night with Tess.

I bought tickets for the Sextrance 3D Rave at the Church of fun some weeks prior, Tess and I had worked ourselves into a fever pitch with excitement. We would be seeing a huge line up from the collective Dismiss Yourself. You can find their website at the following link: here. Dismiss yourself is a music collective curating some of the most aggressive and experimental electronic music out right now. The roster for this evening included Purity Filter, Sienna Sleep, Exodius, to name a few.

I got off work a little early and headed over to our apartment where Tess was already decked out in her Rave wear. She was wearing a Neon Iridescent Bikini Top, made out of that hyperreflective material that reflects light all crazy and atop of that a BDSM Harness that I had got for her. Her make up was crazy and she had what must have been a half a bottle of glitter on her face, making her look like a cybernetic goddess. I opted to contrast her look by dressing in all black and wearing my Machine Girl Hoody. I looked like a Ninja, while she looked like an LSD Princess. She was towering around in her Pink heels spraying fixative on her make up when I walked into our Apartment.

We got together a little Rave Go Bag Together. In it was our supplies for the rave. Elixirs and concoctions. Potions and the like. Neon liquids in little bottles for our consumption. We had plenty of Gummys, some candy, Soda and Soft Drinks, plus a couple shots of Vodka. Extra Clothes and some party favors.

We drove up as the sun was setting and were blasting hardcore trance and gabber music on the ride up: [2022] Exodia - Valkyria - YouTube

The night swallowed us whole as we raced up to Los Angeles. The Skyline over took us as the lights of the Sky Scrapers towered over us. We got to the church of fun and the show was already underway. We showed our reservations and got into the main dance hall.

The Projector had us in a first person shooter of some kind, while the trance music pounded our chest hollow. We let the elixir over take us as we began to move to the pounding electronic grooves drill harder and harder into the night. The lights and music a swirl of beauty entering your Soni spherical body one set after another.

As Tess and I walked through the grand doors of the Church of Fun, a wave of excitement washed over us. The once holy sanctuary had been transformed into a pulsating techno paradise, with glowing neon lights illuminating the altar and the sound of thumping beats filling the air.

We made our way through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the rave. The walls were adorned with holographic projections of swirling first person shooter graphics, while the walls were lined with LED lights that pulsed in time with the music. We could see cyberpunk-clad ravers dancing wildly, their bodies a blur of motion as they lost themselves in the rhythm.

As we reached the dance floor, Tess and I couldn't resist the pull of the music any longer. We let ourselves get swept up in the energy of the crowd, our bodies moving in a frenetic glitch set to the beat. The music was like a drug, coursing through our veins and igniting every fiber of our being.

With every passing moment, the techno symphony grew more and more intense, the lights and visuals becoming more and more mesmerizing. As the night wore on, Tess and I were lost in a techno trance, lost in the beauty of the moment.

As the sets died down so did we. We got out of there a hot and sweaty mess. Tess' make up was runny and she looked like she had been ravaged by a technological beast and yet still as gorgeous as ever. We wound down the night at astro burgers. Catching our breath over some burgers and fries. We ate inside the neon lit chromed out diner, the paper wrapped around our burgers crinkling while we ravenously ate, covered in sweat and joking about. We finished up and drove home to have a few drinks watch a movie and pass out.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: The Start

Narrated by Zoey.

Narrator: Underneath our feet is the luxurious hotel, glowing bright in golden hues, neon city lights blinking in the night.

Narrator: Amidst the blinding glows, the signal lights guiding our way are still distinguishable.

Pilot: Here we are, Commander.

Narrator: In front of us is the helicopter pad on top of Lodden Hotel.

Narrator: The people on the roof don’t seem to be expecting us and disperse in panic.

Narrator: With deafening propeller noises, the helicopter hovers a bit before landing.

Employee A: Wait, did the CEO send a notice that he’s using the helicopter pad now? Why haven’t we gotten it?

Employee B: The CEO already arrived yesterday. Whose chopper is this one, then?

Employee C: It doesn’t belong to the CEO!

Employee B: Drat. There’s no way to stop it. Do we really just... let it land?

Employee A: Hey! The d-door’s opening!

Narrator: The helicopter door opens, and I lift the hem of my ballgown.

Narrator: It’s an extravagant dress with intricate details that show off my curves in all their glory.

Narrator: It’s one of my favorites.

Hotel Manager: Excuse me, this helicopter pad is reserved for Mr. Mercury only. May I have your name?

Narrator: My assistant tosses the invitation card to the manager.

Hotel Manager: Oh, Miss Tess, we’re honored to have you attend our banquet! However, this helicopter pad is reserved for the CEO only.

Zoey: Well, now it’s my turn to use it.

Narrator: I push him out of the way and weave through the crowd into the hotel, my followers trotting after me.

Choose “Tess?”

You: Who’s Tess?

Narrator: Has a nice ring to it, right? What do you think? Doesn’t it suit me well?

Choose either “So... a fake identity?” or “Is it okay to just barge in like this?”

If “identity,” ...

You: So... a fake identity?

Narrator: It’s just the most efficient method to attend the auction.

If “barge,” ...

You: You can waltz in just like this?

Narrator: Why not? It’s the most straightforward way.

--

Employee B: So she just... went in?

Employee C: What are you waiting for? Alert the CEO!

Narrator: As I approach the entrance to the banquet hall, I clap and send a signal through the mic in my button.

Zoey: Have fun.

Narrator: I enter to see pretentious collectors gathered in small groups, clinking glasses. The banquet’s in full swing.

Mr. Bates: Didn’t expect the power to go out in an esteemed establishment like Hotel Lodden. I expected better of them.

Mrs. Rockwell. Yeah, That was surprising...

Young Parvenu: Hey, didn’t they say that the mysterious collector, Lady Anya, would be here, too? Which one is she?

Appraiser: I saw her over there before the lights went out. Wonder where she’s gone.

Doctor Lunt: I think I saw her leave early?

Young Parvenu: Oh? Too bad, I wanted to introduce myself. Guess she’s as mysterious as they say.

Narrator: Hm? Interesting.

Choose “What did he say that was good?”

You: What do you mean? What’s interesting?

Narrator: A bunny that looks small and fluffy... but actually bites.

Narrator: I take a glass from a waiter’s champagne tray and march into the crowd.

Narrator: Perhaps I’d pick up some interesting prey while completing my mission.

Narrator: Soon, the others will begin to notice me.

Young Parvenu: She’s stunning.. Who is she?

Appraiser: The staff said she’s Miss Tess, a B-list celebrity.

Doctor Lunt: Whoa! She’s like a tiger butterfly fluttering through thorny rose bushes, bold yet mysterious, elegant, bewitching, flawless...

Mrs. Rockwell: But that’s not a decent outfit to wear to a collector’s banquet!

Mr. Rockwell: Yes... *coughs* Very vulgar!

Narrator: All eyes are on me now as I breeze through the banquet hall, whispers reaching my ears despite the background music.

Narrator: I arrive at the seat in the center, ignoring all their gazes.

Doctor Lunt: Good day, lovely lady. Do I have the honor of inviting you to a dance?

Tess: No, sorry.

Tess: My dance partner hasn’t shown up yet.

Narrator: I reply, smiling graciously.

Doctor Lunt: Your... dance partner?

Narrator: That’s when the doors swing open and the banquet hall falls to a hush.

Narrator: A man in a gray suit appears in the hallway on the second floor, scanning the crowd.

Narrator: I take a sip of my champagne and say to the pompous doctor...

Tess: Here he comes.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[livia-dovehallow]

all I need - Wessa/Gabrily

some basic fluff for all my kind anons who have wondered where I disappeared to <3

Ship: Wessa, Gabrily

Characters: Will Herondale, Tessa Gray-Herondale, Cecily Herondale-Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood, Jessamine Lovelace, Anna Lightwood, James Herondale, Lucie Herondale, Christopher Lightwood

Time: November 1887 || London

“Will.”

Will Herondale woke slightly, one eye lazily gazing around the room. When he saw no one but Tessa sound asleep beside him, he closed his eyes again.

“Will.”

He did not stir.

“William Herondale!”

Will started and shot up. Tessa did not move beside him. He was grateful he had gone to bed fully clothed that evening, for the ghost of Jessamine Lovelace hovered at the foot of his bed with an annoyed expression. “What on earth are you doing in my bedroom, Jessamine?” Will asked in an irritated voice.

She did not react to his fatigued-state of annoyance. “It concerns the children, Will. Would you rather I not disturb you?”

This brought Will to full alertness. “The children?” he asked, suddenly serious. “What about the children?”

Jessamine gestured to the large window in the room. “It’s terribly freezing outside and it has started to lower the temperature inside the Institute. The children have started to shiver.”

Will was out of bed in seconds, scrambling to put his robe and shoes on. “Tessa,” he said urgently. She groaned but did not wake. “Tessa, love, wake up. It’s Jamie and Lucie.”

Tessa sat up and swung her legs out of bed. She began reaching for her own robe. “What? What’s happened?”

Will breathed and grew more urgent at the sight of his own breath in the chill air. “Jessamine’s warned me of a cold-front outside. The children are starting to freeze. We need to bring them to the family room fire. And wake my sister as well.”

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Down the hall, Cecily slept uncomfortably. Something had nagged her the night before as she tried to sleep. A sense of worry and urgency she could not put her finger on. She’d ventured out of bed several times to check on her children only to find them safe and sound in their nursery, peacefully asleep. It was only after the fourth time that Gabriel all but commanded her to stay in bed and had locked her in with his arms.

This didn’t ease her mind. Her sleep was fitful while Gabriel snored quietly beside her. Cecily tried to sleep to the sound of his heart beating in his chest as it had always comforted her when she could not sleep, but it was useless. She’d gotten a cumulative two hours of sleep when she heard a door slam open elsewhere in the Institute.

“Gabriel,” she said, shaking him by his shoulder. He hummed in response. “Gabriel, I think something’s happened.”

“What—” he began in his fatigued state, but was interrupted by urgent knocking on their bedroom door.

“Cecy!” It was Will. “Come quickly. The Institute is freezing and Jessamine’s warned me of the children.”

Gabriel was awake now, following Cecily out of bed and hurrying to dress. She could feel the chill air across her skin. Of course, her and Gabriel could wear runes to keep them warm, but their children were much too small to be given runes. “I told you something was wrong,” she said to her husband. She looked at him, worry growing in her chest.

He looked back at her with an expression that Cecily had come to call his “Family Face,” an expression of worry, protectiveness, and affection in one that he saved for her and their children only. “Mother’s intuition is a frightening power,” he said simply before rushing across the room to take her hand and hurry out of their bedroom.

Thankfully, Cecily had chosen to keep their nursery close by. Only a couple doors down on the opposite side of the corridor was where Anna and Christopher slept. Gabriel, with his longer legs and stride, got to the nursery first and threw open the door. In the nursery was an even more frigid air, sending shivers through Cecily’s body. Without needing to speak, her and Gabriel split. She went to Christopher, who was only just under two months old, and lifted him from his cradle. Across the room, Gabriel went to Anna and lifted her from her children’s bed, gathering the blankets as he went.

In Cecily’s arms, little Kit was breathing fast, his lips pale. Her heart jumped in her chest while she fret over him, gathering every coat and blanket she could find in arm’s reach. “I’ve got you, my sweet boy,” she said to Christopher, whose small head lay against her chest.

“Anna is all right,” Gabriel said at her side. She glanced up to find their daughter bundled up in layers of blankets in his arms, doubling her small size. “I’ve just seen Will and Tessa take James and Lucie toward the family room. I suppose that’s where they’ve built the fire.”

Cecily nodded and followed him out of the nursery toward the family room.

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In the nook of the family room, where the largest fireplace in the Institute lay, Will organized the furniture and pillows in a fashion that allowed for the family to sit near the fire comfortably. James had been awake when Will went to him, seconds from crying, and little Lucie was shivering terribly.

“Here,” Will said gently to Tessa, who held both children in her arms as he built the fire. “Bring them closer. Has Lulu stopped shivering?”

Tessa looked down. They’d wrapped Lucie in several layers to the point where her small face was all you could see. James had even given her his favorite spoon, believing somehow it would keep her warm. “I think so,” Tessa answered. “But she’s still quite cold, I’d bet. She’s so small.”

Will nodded and added more kindling to the fire before returning to his family. He sat beside them near the fire and lifted James from Tessa’s lap into his own. “Are you cold?” he asked her again, after several failed attempts at receiving an answer prior. He’d been able to place a warming rune to himself in order to pass body heat to his son, but Tessa could not bear runes.

“I am fine,” she answered, her attention still on Lucie. “James and Lucie are more important.”

Will opened his mouth to argue that she was important, too, when his sister and her family came hurrying into the room. Cecily had Christopher cradled to her chest while Gabriel had Anna in what looked like the most massive child-burrito he’d ever seen. He met his sister’s eyes. “Are Jamie and Luce all right?” she asked him.

Will nodded. “They’re all right,” he assured her. “Lucie was a bit worse off than Jamie, but she’s is doing better now with the fire.” He shot his brother-in-law an amused glance. “I take it Anna is warm as a snug bun.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I panicked, okay?”

Cecily stepped forward and lowered herself near the fire. “Christopher was shivering as well,” she said, peering through the bundled blankets in her grasp. “I am sure it is just because he is still a baby, like Lucie.”

Tessa breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness they’re all okay,” she said and her shoulders visibly relaxed. “I was so worried about them all.”

Will adjusted his son in his lap and glanced about the room. He still hadn’t gotten used to seeing their little family surrounded by little ones, despite the fact that Anna had just turned three. Seeing his little sister with a toddler and an infant with Gabriel reminded him of just how far they had come. Truthfully, he never thought he’d have the opportunity to be an uncle, let alone a father. And now he was both.

“Will,” Tessa whispered. “Will you give Jamie one of the smaller pillows? He struggles to sleep well if he isn’t holding something.”

Will grabbed one of the smaller sofa decorative pillows and carefully tucked it into his son’s arms. James immediately hugged it close and relaxed in his father’s arms, his head neatly tucked into the crook between Will’s neck and shoulder. “We’re going to be here a while,” he replied to his wife. “Get some sleep, Tess. We’ll take turns watching the children.”

He did not have to tell her twice. Tessa dropped her head on his other shoulder and closed her eyes. 

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Across the room, Cecily made herself comfortable in Gabriel’s embrace, with Christopher still carefully tucked in her arms and Anna sleeping away on Gabriel’s other shoulder.

Gabriel pressed his back against the solid oak table behind him. He tested it for strength before leaning fully against it in preparation for bundling up his family. His stele lay beside him, freshly used to apply warmth runes on himself and Cecily, hoping their own body heat could help keep their children warm through the night. “Are you sure?” Cecily asked, uncertain. “It doesn’t look stable or comfortable.”

“I don’t mind it,” he answered. The leg of the table did dig into his back a small bit, but it was a small price to pay for his family. He adjusted Anna so she was lower on his chest, enough to sit in his lap with her head still supported, and then turned to his wife with a cheeky smile. “C’mere,” he said with a gesture of his remaining free arm. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Cecily laughed and did as told, shifting her way between his legs to rest her back against the right side of his chest beside their daughter. His arm came down and wrapped around her tight, his forearm helping support Christopher’s weight. “I can handle holding a baby, bach,” she said with amusement.

“He is my son, too,” Gabriel retorted. “Am I not allowed to partially carry my son?”

He could feel Cecily roll her eyes but their banter was always affectionate. He knew that she knew he would always put them first. “I love you, too,” she chided before she leaned down to press a gentle kiss on Kit’s head. Then, she turned to face Anna, whose small nose was only a short distance from her own, and softly kissed her chubby cheek.

“Have I told you before that you are a fantastic mother?” Gabriel wondered aloud. Cecily craned her neck up to smile at him. “Truly, you are a natural.”

“You may have mentioned it once or twice,” she answered in feign modesty.

Gabriel quickly planted a kiss on her forehead. “There is no way I could have done this without you,” he added. “I would have made a terrible father if it weren’t you at my side.”

“I told you to stop saying that,” she scolded and returned to her relaxation against his chest with her eyes closed. “And besides, of course you couldn’t do this without me. You cannot physically bear children, Gabriel.”

“Well, there is that.”

He felt her slip her small hand into his and give a soft squeeze. “Forever and always,” she whispered, her voice laced with growing fatigue.

“Sleep,” he told her gently. “I’ll be here.”

She was snoring seconds later.

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“Will,” Cecily said suddenly, alarmed. “Are you crying?”

He sniffed loudly and denied everything. “There is just something in my eye.”

Cecily rolled her eyes. “Yes, they’re called tears. Why do you look so somber? Are you not happy to have a niece?”

“Of course I’m happy,” Will answered immediately. He was gazing at her intently, amazed how much she looked like Cecily already and she was only hours old. “I’m thrilled. She’s perfect.”

“Then why do you look that way?”

Will smiled ruefully and let out a puff of air that only sounded vaguely like a laugh. “Because I never imagined I would ever get to be here, holding her.”

Cecily sat up in her bed beside him. “Whatever do you mean? Did you not think I would ever marry? Really, Will, I’m quite a catch.”

Will laughed, heartily this time. “That is not what I meant,” he answered. He looked up at his sister. “I just didn’t think I’d get to be an uncle. When I thought I’d never see you again.”

Cecily’s eyes softened. “You still would have been an uncle,” she said quietly. “You’re my brother. That makes you an uncle to any children I have.”

“You know what I meant, Cecy,” he said. He bounced his niece in his arms but his gaze remained with Cecily. “A real uncle. A present figure in their lives and not some abstract name or picture on the wall.”

Cecily’s face suddenly hardened. “Do you think Ella is just some abstract name or picture on the wall?”

Will’s heart stopped. “No. That is not at all what I think.”

“That is what you said.”

Will blinked at his little sister. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to say Ella isn’t Anna’s aunt.”

Cecily sighed and adjusted the blankets over her legs. “What matters is that you are here, Will,” she said quietly. “You are here and you are an uncle.”

“You’re right,” Will answered, looking back down at Anna asleep.

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Anna woke up fussy.

From what Gabriel could tell, it was nearing three in the morning. For a grown Shadowhunter, three in the morning was not an unusual time to be awake. Gabriel had been on patrol plenty of nights into the early hours of the morning without any problem; but now, a father, he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

That is, until Anna stirred against his shoulder and began to fuss about being cold and then fuss about not being in her own bed. Gone were the days that Anna preferred to sleep in his arms, Gabriel sighed internally. “Snuggle in close,” he told her in a whisper. “I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”

“Okay, Papa,” Anna yawned before she lay her head back down on his chest, calm once more, and dozed off back to peaceful sleep.

Will chuckled at him across the room. Will had his own herd of children in his grasp, like Gabriel. Tessa sat across him, her legs thrown over his lap, while little Lucie lay asleep on her mother’s chest. James sat sideways in his father’s lap, facing his mother, his head nodded off on Will’s shoulder, their identical black curls side by side. “Your arm lost feeling yet?” Will asked.

“I lost feeling in all my extremities long ago,” Gabriel lamented.

Will smiled knowingly. “So have I,” he offered. “The things we do for them.”

Gabriel laughed. “Truly, Will, I never thought either of us would end up here. We got lucky.” He looked down at the three people who had bundled up to him for warmth and comfort. “We have our entire worlds sitting in our arms.”

Silence fell between them but it was not uneasy. Both of them were gazing at their little families, sleeping away the cold in their comfort. “I hate to admit it,” Will said, breaking the silence. “But I think you’re a pretty decent father, Lightwood.”

Gabriel shook his head, amused. “I’m glad you think so,” he retorted. “My biggest critic thinking I’m a good father is the best compliment.”

“I only criticize for my sister’s sake,” Will offered.

Cecily stirred in Gabriel’s arms, shifting his attention to her instead of his brother. “Leave him alone, Will,” she slurred, waking up slowly. “We’ve been married for five years.”

“Did we wake you?” Gabriel asked, concerned. There were bags beneath her eyes, yet he could not decide if they were from the cold-stricken sleep or from having two young children. If it was the latter, Gabriel did not want to know what his own eyes looked like.

“No,” Cecily answered. She sat up from his chest and shifted little Christopher onto her lap. She shook out her arms in a deep, long stretch. “It’s time to feed Kit. I work on a mother’s clock now, you know.”

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There will possibly be a part two. Maybe. We’ll see. Enjoy! || @tsccreatorsnet

[homesickturner]

Ask Y/n Virtue-Moir

warnings : none!

Scott and Tessa already know Y/n has a channel.

Rafe has made appearances….

And Sarah too.

She just prefers to be alone in the house when filming.

She films when they go shopping one day.

She puts up an Instagram story asking for questions, sets up and then gets started.

“Hey everyone, it’s Y/n! I’m so happy you are here! Today I am going to be going a q&a.”

what is your favorite Olympic routine your parents did?

*dramatic sigh, and she really thinks deeply*

“I think I personally have to say the Moulin Rouge free skate in PyeongChang. I seriously get goosebumps every time I watch it and it’s just my favorite.”

She gets a few questions about her recent vogue cover, which makes her happy.

“Oh gosh, it was so fun. I felt like a Princess!.”

What’s your favorite movie?

“I gotta love a bit of Titanic….I’m sorry people!.”

She eventually gets bored of questions….well she forgets.

“I want a puppy so bad! Like can y’all get on Twitter to Dad or something? Specifically a Labrador please.”

“I tried on mom’s moulin rouge dress, that is such a waste sitting in her closet *eyeroll because she wants it*

Tells the story about how she sent Sarah a picture of her in the dress and she hyped her up.

Also talks about how Rafe is begging you to wear it to prom.

The dress in question ^^^

Who’s your favorite actress?

“I have so many! Films are my favorite way to relax, and I feel like I’ve watched so many different genres. I love Lily Collins and Madelaine Petsch and I’ll say Rachel McAdams too just to add a Canadian.”

What’s on your Christmas wishlist this year? Do you enjoy Christmas?

“I love love love Christmas! I’m pretty easy when it comes to presents to be honest. I’ve given Sarah a list of some makeup I really want….but as far as a wishlist goes probably just some new skates. I really need a new pair, I’ve been working so hard recently!.”

Favorite chick flick you watch with your mom?

“Legally blonde is %1000 our favorite. Dad lowkey loves it too though. He just pretends he dosen’t.”

What’s your favorite makeup item you own?

“I adore my James Charles palette. There is so many things you can do with it. I love using it whenever I feel like using colour.”

*Tess and Scott burst in the door*

Scott proceeds to leave everything to Tessa to join in Y/n’s video.

What have you been doing in the rink?

“She’s been doing flawless triple axels that’s what!.”

Maddie being kinda proud and embarrassed at the same time.

“AnD she did the Moulin Rouge lift the other day.”

^ the lift

Tessa pipes in.

“Yeah….and that’s hard.”

“Oh no, my camera is dying.”

The goodbyes are quick.

Once the video is uploaded the fandom go crazy.

Scott gets annoyed with 500+ tweets a day telling him Y/n wants a dog.

She gets one for Christmas.

She names him Buddy.

Moots : @annab-nana @pogueslandia @mentalpolaroids @goldenroutledge sorry for tagging y’all besties but if I don’t this truly will die and I loved writing it🥲🥺

[synergysilhouette]

My various biographies for my original Fictif characters

(Taken from one of my now defunct Reddit accounts)

I was inspired by a post where someone was asking for inspiration for their own OC for FTLOG. I make my OCs original depending on the book. While their appearence/background may change, they're always a cis man with a muscular, thicc build. Here's a bit about them, since I don't have the time to give them SUPER detailed backgrounds (especially since I may end up contradicting canon). Sadly I am not an artist, so these are only descriptions!

Heir to Love and Lies

Cyrus Yehia--a mestizo man of Colombian, Egyptian, and Spanish descent. I picture him with black hair, a nice tan that gets deeper during his time in Columbian, and hazel eyes. I imagine him as being very self-conscious due to not having been in Colombia for years and now having to be there without his abuela. He's a skilled acrobat, and frequently uses it to observe those he's suspicious of. Being of a religious background, he has an affinity with Padre Joya--but that doesn't make him turn a blind eye to suspicious activity. He has a rocky relationship with the three LIs, but admires Val's genuine commitment to her job, Chava's protective nature, and Sergio's cleverness.

Last Legacy

Capricorn Visser--actually his name is Riven, but he was talking about his zodiac sign when he was brought to the world. He's a caucasian man with blonde hair and green eyes, and usually dresses in green or pink (imagine if Barbie and your favorite male lead in a video game had a son). While he's drawn to Saaros, Florian, and Escell, he eventually (thanks to canon) becomes attatched to our LIs. Personality-wise, his self-esteem sucks despite his looks and intellect, and generally bonds with Anissa and Felix due to them being less wild than Sage--but he's still very drawn to him.

Roadkill

Sterling Alenko--In my world, he has a dream of being a screenwriter, and this helps him to bond with Poe. He's also an African-Aborignee-American man known for his cool, stylish fashion that noteably distinguishes him from the casual dress the rest of the LIs wear (though his clothes are still functional). At the end of the show, he wears a romper and tea shades with a bucket hat. He's quite exciteable and thirsts for inspiration, making him somewhat manipulative with people in order to get information. Though downplays his phenomenal skills as an artist due to being indecisive as a child and his parents pressuring him to stay focused on something. He kinda has an existential crisis when finding out supernatural creatures exist and keeps garlic and silver with him at all times (though being the cool guy he is, makes it look fashionable and doesn't arouse any suspicions). I think he tries to undercut Poe's snarkiness and prevent Howie from being objectified when he gets to Hollywood, and recently Tess has taught him how to write songs! Out of laziness, I use the same OC for Snow Falling in Love (unless I change it last minute).

For the Love of Gods

See link: https://old.reddit.com/r/fictif/comments/wupf78/give_me_your_ocs_pleasee/

Courting the Crown

Avarice Kahale--Ignoring our father's design, I made him an PI-inspired character, explaining the culture as the consequence of colonialism (probably Italian-inspired). He dresses in blues, blacks, and silvers, largely due to still being in his grieving process and still kinda mourning. This distracts him from seeing certain warning signs that occur throughout the story. He's hesitant of Theo's advances given his past, as well as initially being shocked at Maeve's feelings for him. Gwydion's magical world and Rian's mystery makes him drawn to them in particular. There is an instance where Rian seduces him and drugs him to bring him back to Cetros, but when he changes his mind, it makes Avarice jump to his defense whenever anyone speaks ill of him. Before his mourning period, he was very Shikamaru Nara: very smart, but very lazy.

Two Against the World

Florence Chisholm--originally I was gonna name him Florian, but I think Nicky would enjoy the nod to Italy (he's actually of partial Italian descent), which also inspires him to use his grandfather's surname, Angelico. He's an auburn-haired, grey-eyed young man who's the son of lawyers and his fast-talking nature draws Nicky to him. While not into crime like Nicky, he's very charismatic, cheeky, and optimistic like he is, and matches Nicky's passion.

Catch me in Miami

Arthur Yakushi-Silva--called Arturo by Miguel, his father is an Brazilian immigrant, while his mother is of Japanese heritage (she was born in Brazil, though), he's a quick swimmer and runner, making him a good partner for Miguel. While hesitant of Miguel's criminal activity, his charm and family does eventually convince Arthur to helo get Miguel out of the game, and this sometimes brings out a darker side to his typically bubbly personality.

Hollywoodland

Rudolph Midthunder--A Native American man who I headcanon as going on to being a successful actor (though he occasionally has to get rid of his iconic glasses). He's big on not ruffling feathers, but has developed a passive-aggressive personality as a result of keeping his head down. He originally attempted to pursue a relationship with Liam and Billy, but when he realized how important he was to Celia, he discovered how much he loved her.

Ghosted

Emrys Hye-kyo--a young man and Jesse's crush. Known for his business-chic fashion, no one would've guessed they would've ended up together. Being very reasonable, he's quick to be scared off by Jesse's ghost and solving the mystery, but as his feelings for Jesse grow, he realizes he needs to solve the mystery for both of their pieces of mind.

Monster Manor

Noah Rhineheart--an experienced ghosthunter/investigator who's actually never had relationships before. Known for his distinctive green hair and grey eyes, the residents of the manor at first assume he's a new arrival. He's a quiet listener to Casamir and Rainier's troubles, which makes him worry that they don't really like him for him, so he adapts to make their relationship more equal and conversational in order for their feelings to bloom.

Into the Mist

Galilei--a young elf who falls for Fin. Hmm, there seems to be something missing. Dorian should finish the story to find out more.

Isle of Enchantment

Aeris Tyrian--a young black man yearning for adventure. Due to having several brothers, he bonds with Rogue over trying to find his sister. He is originally intimidated by Serena, but eventually warms up with her following their adventure together. His interest in fair tales makes him jump between awe and eagerness to caution and skepticism, so it was certainly a growing experience.

Lemme know if you have any questions about them!

[lifeisforthealive]

So I'm watching Camp Rock again for the first time since the only time I saw it when it premiered, and (no word of a lie) I did NOT like it when it first came out (I knew even then), but I'm watching it because, you know, Tik Tok, and...

I have so many feelings and I cannot stop laughing because I am sO UNCOMFORTABLE

1) OK so why does Mitchie wake up and PRETEND to play these instruments she own and assumedly actually knows how to play

2) that's honestly been my number one grievance

3) the dancing is so bad

4) there isn't as much singing as there should be? In my opinion?

5) Caitlin is all like "check me out" and just hits some keys on a computer and random sounds come out? Like check out what, your computer? But also Caitlin is obviously cool and is one of the best dancers

6) Tess is awkward when she moves or dances is not talented ok I said it

7) Demi's voice slays, there is no denying. But she is awkward af and I think she agrees (tbh the material is not a lot to work with)

8) Those tight ass pants Joe when he struts what were you or they even thinking I can't 🤣🤣🤣

9) the lies I am so eMBARRASSED

10) Caitlin stop trying Mitchie is the worst

11) Mitchie you're not actually the worst but Caitlin calling you out was SO ON POINT

13) The adults in this movie are not trying at all. They know what this movie is.

14) PAJAMA JAM WTF just call it the paJAM still terrible but somehow better

15) Caitlin slamming it with that insult THE OTHER LEMMINGS fuck yeah girl

16) I didn't mean for this to turn into a live post but work was rough this week and it's Friday afternoon in COVID

17) No one believes you are playing that piano, Caitlin

18) Joe Jonas is a good at throwing that shady look I CANNOT 🤣

19) That was a lame insult. You go, Demi

20) How is it final jam already? It's been a WEEK

21) Why is everyone wearing pants in the summer I literally cannot believe that. Why is no one going in the lake.

22) On that note that outfit Caitlin wore during Joe's dance class was just....WHY

23) I remember Peggy's song being a banger and I can't wait

24) What was the conversation like about Joe being like the only one in the movie? Do his brothers resent him? Did they? If anyone has not seen Nick in Scream Queens they are missing OUT

25) They're really playing "Start the Party" again???? I still feel like the party never started the first time! There are like five songs in this movie wtf

26) I'm having a lot of fun, though. Lots of laughs. Definitely doing this for CR2

27) Wow there were def some sex vibes when he said that line about getting in the boat

28) I'm not high or drunk. Felt that should be said now. I did eat 4 slices of cheese, though.

29) I mean, she did lie a LOT, but kids are so mean.

30) I was not a Joe girl back then but I totally get it and surprised myself with that. I should have been a Joe girl.

31) Nevermind he did that weird twitchy mic thing and I'm embarrassed.

32) Kevin that hair was TERRIBLE

33) Nick with them curls nevermind Nick 4eva

34) JOE WAS TRYING TO HARD TO ACT WHEN DEMI ADMITTED HER MOM ISN'T WHO SHE SAID SHE WAS HIS FACE BEHIND DEMI

35) Why are we out here shaming people who can't afford an assumedly thousand dollar camp?!?!

36) Omg check your privilege, Joe character

37) Why did we think this terribly straightened scene hair was hot? Why were Panic! the only people who could pull it off?!

38) I want to hide from Joe's monologue omg

39) Poor Demi's mom!!! #teamConnie how do you deal with your daughter lying about you like that?! She took it way too well

40) WHY ARE YOU WEARING LONG SLEEVES IT IS SUMMER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY I DOUBT THERE IS ANY AC

41) GO OFF, DEMI

42) Peggy what are you DOINGGGGG

43) Demi what are those green slouch boots. NO.

44) Why are you playing dress up NEXT TO THE LAKE?!

45) The way Demi said "mom...don't" just had me CHOKING

46) OK but like come on onnnnnnn with this bracelet shit

47) Aussie boy dropping hints about the END of final jam I see you Mr obvi

48) Nick was not havin this movie

49) OK, this Tess song is a lowkey jam. Not my favorite, but way better than the other Tess song

50) really underwhelming choreography again. She sort of just takes long strides across the stage for every song

51) OK SHE WAS BASICALLY DONE WITH HER SONG DID WE REALLY NEED THAT RIDICULOUS GASP

52) YASSSSS MARGARET

53) why these flashbacks to things we just saw twenty minutes ago?! Why?! What purpose?!

54) i think I remembered this song once a couple of years ago but could not remember where it was from. Thank you, Peggy

55) no one can actually play instruments

56) omg I am actually almost crying for Peggy's moment

57) this song BOPS. That dance...jerks

58) wow Joe is so dreamy in that shot

59) why are Nick and Kevin even here tbh

60) really wish Caitlin like...did anything solo during Final Jam

What an experience. I'm drunk on secondhand embarrassment.

I'm immediately watching the sequel.

[i-do-trash-fanfictions]

Thera’s Journal Entry #30

My ship sat in the hangar of the Tower, the ramp down as I got ready for the Dawning. The celebration began today, and I always decorated my ship for the occasion. I started to open boxes that I kept in my closet. They were filled with ornaments, a mini christmas tree, and lights... lots and lots of lights. Christmas music from Pre-Golden Age played through my speakers.

Fellow Guardians waved as they passed my ship. They knew that every year I did this, a few stopped to have a short conversation. With everything that has happened this year, the Dawning still put a lot of people in good spirits.

Scout was floating around, enjoying his new shell that I had bought him. It was one called the Tangled Shell. It was light blue (one of his favorite colors), with a Dawning star on it, along with bright lights covering it. I had saw him eyeing it before, and bought it for him as a early Dawning gift.

I pulled out the mini tree, took a seat on the floor, and began to fix up the branches.

“Hey, Thera!” I heard, as I was working on the last branch.

I looked up to see Ann, a gun strapped to her back, and a hand gun in a holster at her hip. Her helmet was tucked under her arm but was soon transmatted away by Poppy.

I stood up. “Just got off the field, huh?”

“Yeah, had to do a strike for Zavala, and two patrols. But, now I’ve got the rest of the day off.”

“Good, help me out with the decorations.”

“You’re decorating the Queen of Hearts?” She asked as she walked up the ramp.

“The inside. I do it every year.”

She looked inside one of the boxes and pulled out a bunch of lights that I had used for at least five years, probably more. Might have been ten. I don’t know.

I went to place the small tree, which only reached up to my waist, in the corner of my ship, near the door to the cockpit. “Hey, plug those up and see if all the lights work.”

“You know,” Ann said as she moved over to a plug in. “I’m surprised to hear you listening to music like this.”

“It gets me in the holiday spirit. I don’t just like AC/DC and Aerosmith and all that.”

“Hey, I’m not hating on it. It’s pretty nice.”

She plugged the lights in then turned to me. “I think you need some new lights.” Poppy stated.

I turned to see that most of the lights were either dim, or not working at all.

“Hey, can you-”

“Thera!” Came a voice. I walked down the ramp to see an exo warlock, Myth-3 was her name, holding two boxes.

“What do ya need?” I asked.

She laid the boxes on the ground. “Hannah wanted me to bring these to ya. Dawning decorations from last year that were never sold.”

Hannah was a non light bearer who sold all sorts of things in a large shop down in the city, close to the Tower. She sold everything from furniture, to clothes, to books, and everything in between.

“Bring em up here.” 

Myth did so and I opened them up.

“Good, new christmas lights. Ooh, colorful ones.” I pulled them out.

“She said you’d like those.”

“You be sure to tell her I said thank you.”

“I will.” Myth said with a wave as her Ghost transmatted her away.

I turned back to Ann. “We’ll do these lights first. You check out the what’s in the rest of these boxes while I hang em.”

I hung the bright, colorful lights around the main room, then hung another smaller set in the small bedroom of the ship. I went back to Ann, who was going through the other box, which was filled entirely with ornaments except for a few tree toppers and a new garland.

I pulled out a star tree topper and the garland. Both of which were Nebula Rose, the same color as my armor. Hannah always knew just what you’d like.

“Sweet.” I heard Ann state.

“Alright, I’m going to get the garland and mini lights put on the tree, then you start handing my ornaments.” I said.

I finished up with the garland and lights, then Ann started to hand me ornaments after she put the hooks on them. I put them all around the tree, then handed the tree topper to Ann.

“Here. Put it right on top.”

And she did so.

I hooked up the tree to the nearby outlet and smiled at the pretty bright lights.

“It’s awesome,” Ann said, digging through a box. “But you’re missing something.”

She pulled something out and pulled over a chair. Then she reached up and hung a mistletoe from the ceiling.

“You’re gonna need this for your date with you-know-who.” She gave me a grin.

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Speaking of which, I have to pick up a Dawning gift for him.” I said, heading off the ramp, closing up the ship, and heading to the main area of the Tower.

Ann followed behind. “What did you have in mind?”

“He’s got no casual clothes, only his armor. I was thinking about buying him some. Something to wear if he ever wants to relax in comfort.”

“That’s nice. What’s the plan for the date?”

“I’ll tell you after it happens.”

Ann shrugged.

“Oh, and I’m going to make him some cookies. He always enjoyed my baked snacks.”

“Your baked snacks are amazing!” She exclaimed. “I heard you made a whole bunch and then gave them to some people here in the Tower.”

“Yeah. Mostly those who’ve played a big impact in my life in one way or another. People who do a lot of work and deserve a baked snack. If I could, I’d give all the Guardians one, but that would be way to much work.”

Ann smiled as we exited the hangar. She looked around in awe of all the decorations. I smiled at her wonder filled eyes.

I remember my first Dawning. Walking into the Tower made me so happy, to see everyone having fun. The decor was always so beautiful, and there was cheer all around as gifts were exchanged. Zane and I had started a snow ball fight with some other hunters once, while Sora and a few other warlocks were sipping hot chocolate and talking nearby. Most of the other hunters had fireteam members and friends who were in the group of warlocks so we got an idea.

Everyone had grabbed a large snowball and we ran up to them. At the count of three we all threw the snowballs at the same time, covering every single warlock in snow.

We did not expect that they would grab their own snowballs and throw them back. And we certainly didn’t expect to lose a snowball fight to them either. But it was a great memory I had. Screaming and laughter as we ran around, dodging snowballs and sometimes slipping on the ice. I remember a few others that were around joining in as well. I think a snowball hit Shaxx, cutting him off from announcing in the Crucible. I was pretty sure that the snowball that knocked a hunter off his feet and made him slide across the floor was thrown by Shaxx.

Speaking of snowball fights....

Ann was ahead of me so I quickly grabbed some snow and made a ball out of it. I saw Tess Everis out of the corner of my eye smile then look down as I threw it, hitting Ann on the back of the head.

“What the-” She turned around the see me fixing up another one and ducked just as I threw it.

She grinned and soon a snowball fight between the two of us broke out. The two of us ran about the Tower, chasing one another with snowballs. Ann slipped on some ice once as she ran at me and fell to the ground. I couldn’t remember laughing so hard.

Ikora watched as the two of us ran past, smiling. I knew she hadn’t seen me act like this for years.

We ended up doing a circle around the Tower and ended back at the bazaar again. Ann threw a snowball at me and I ducked down. It whizzed past my head and hit Ikora square in the chest. She folded her arms and grinned, looking down at the snow on her robes. Ann and I froze, not knowing what to expect.

Ikora reached down and grabbed a handful of snow.

“Sh-”

She threw it at me and hit me square in the face. Ann started to laugh before another one soon hit her.

“Try to aim away from me, you two.” She stated.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ann answered.

The both of us calmed down.

“Oh, shoot, right. I’ve got to head down the Hannah’s to get Crow’s gift.” I said.

“Alright.” Ann said, still giggling as she brushed some snow off of her.

We headed down to the city and walked down the streets, which were filled with warmly dressed civilians, a lot of them holding presents. I entered a shop and a bell rung above me.

A women in her thirties looked up from the book she was reading at the desk by the door. She had curly blonde hair, white skin, and brown eyes and wore black framed glasses. That was Hannah. Her red lips smiled as she saw it was me.

“Thera!” She exclaimed, closing her book and standing up.

“Hey, Hannah.”

“What brings you here? A quick Dawning gift?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Really? Who for?”

“She’s got a date in a few days and needs a Dawning gift to surprise him.” Ann answered for me.

“Ooh, a date? What are you hoping to find?”

“Something warm. He doesn’t have many casual clothes. I think he’d like some.”

“I have just the thing. Come.” She gestured with her hand to another door which led to a room full of clothes of all sorts hung upon hangers.

She went over to a rack that only had sweaters and picked through it.

“What colors does he like?” She looked back and asked.

“Uh, black and dark blue. Maybe dark purple.” I answered.

She pulled out a sweater with black and blue stripes and handed it to me.

“Does this work?” She asked.

I checked the size to make sure it was right. Scout had asked Glint what size he thought Crow was. The sweater would fit perfectly. “Perfect. I’d like some regular trousers, preferably black if you have that color. And some boots. Oh, and some gloves.”

“He a hunter?” Hannah asked as she grabbed some black pants off of a shelf and then went over to the shoes section.

“Well, I guess so.”

“What do you mean, you guess so?”

“He hasn’t really chosen a class yet.”

Scout appeared beside me. “With the way he dresses, he’s a hunter.”

Hannah laughed as she grabbed some snow boots. She took a pair of dark blue gloves as we went to the desk. I stopped to look at some wrapping paper and grabbed a roll that was blue with gold Dawning designs on it. All the objects were laid out on the desk.

“50 glimmer, for all of it.” She stated.

“It looks more than that.” I said, pulling out some glimmer and handing her a hundred. “And thanks for the decorations. I needed some new ones.”

“You’re very welcome. Come back if you need more Dawning gifts.” She said with a wave as I walked out of the store. Ann had the box full of stuff in her hands.

“Alright,” I turned to Ann. “I’m heading to my room to work on wrapping this stuff. And I’ve got to get to work on making some snacks for Crow.”

“Okay. I’m heading into the Crucible to finish up some bounties.” She said.

The elevator took us up to the Tower and we parted ways. I headed up to my room and left the box on my unmade bed. I pulled out the wrapped paper, arranged all the items the way I wanted them to be, then sat it on the floor. I sat beside it and began to wrap up the gift with a smile on my face.

[lady-une]

Red

So its been awhile people. I want y’all to know I have missed writing so much lol. This story is one that came to mind as I was listening to a song with the mini and we both picturted a scene in the story. So I said sure let me write this. Please if you can before you read this listen to Jay Park “Dank” and Justin Timberlake “Blue Ocean Floor” before you read this. Also I cant say this enough but MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! I mean MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING for death and other self harm. So please enjoy.

Word Count: 3270

Trigger warnings: Death, self harm

Theme: Mature

If only things had been different. If only he wasn’t so damn strong headed. If only he had looked up. Things would never had turned out this way.

Taking a left hand turn Jay pulls out on to the highway, it was a long day and he just wanted to get home to his girl Tessa. Opening the window he lets the cool breeze hit him in the face, with one hand on the steering wheel his other went to the radio to turn the music up. A long yawn escaped his mouth and he tried to shake the sleepy feeling away. He had to find a second wind, he still had a long night ahead of him. Recalling back to the night before the full out screaming match he had with Tessa about the long hours he was putting in at the studio….he knew he needed to take her out and make it up to her. The two dozen roses sitting in the passenger seat was also for her, he had so much to apologize for.

Pulling into the apartment he drove into the basement and parked the car. Another yawn escaped his lips as the elevator doors shut.

“Damn it Jay wake the fuck up!” He said to his reflection in the elevator door.

Stepping off the elevator he entered the passcode to open his door and found the apartment spotless and he could hear music coming from the bathroom. Kicking off his shoes he just looked around the apartment and felt like an ass, his girl did so much for him on top of working as a special needs teacher. Walking into the bathroom he found Tessa soaking in a bubble bath.

“Hey baby.” He said quietly trying not to scare her. Tessa always scared so easily.

“Don’t you hey baby me Jay.” She shot back without even opening her eyes.

“I am so sorry for everything I said yesterday. I know I put too much time into my work and I neglect you. I don’t want that baby. I want to be home with you and I want to take care of you. You do so much for me and I don’t deserve you. Can you please forgive me?” Walking over to the tub he knelt down onto the ground and place the flowers in front of her face.

Tessa slowly opened her eyes and smiled, “You know I cant stay mad at you long, but I do need you to be there more for me. I have something I need to talk to you about.”

“Let’s talk about it later ok, for now finish up with your bath and then get dressed. I made reservations for us at your favorite restaurant.”

“Ok.”

Pulling up to the restaurant there were people lined up to get in, the place had been open for a year but people were still treating it as if it was brand new. Handing his keys to the valet driver Jay turned to Tessa taking her arm in his. People were shouting his name and trying to get him to go over but all he did was smile and wave. The night was for Tessa not the fans.

The maître d’ quickly took the two of them to their table. The light was dim and the music was soft. Jay couldn’t help but look at Tessa with a smile on his face. She was dressed so elegantly, a simple black dress on another girl might look basic but on her it was if she was wearing a million dollar dress.

“Do I have something on my face?” Tessa asked looking at Jay with an eyebrow raised.

“No, I just can’t get over how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

“Don’t get some lovey dovey on me now Park. Are you going to start reciting love poems now?” Tessa jokingly asked with a smile on her face.

“I can if you want. I will do whatever you want baby.”

“Mmhmm. How about you order then.”

Jay raised his hand to signal the waiter over and placed their order. “Also add a bottle of champagne.” He added.

“No. Let’s not order alcohol tonight. Besides champagne is to celebrate. Let’s hold that for another time. I will just have water.”

Jay looked at Tessa, the girl never said no to champagne but then again there was a first for everything and he didn’t want to start another fight.

The dinner was wonderful. The two talked about the old days when Jay was just starting up AOMG. They talked about the future and how Tessa wanted to travel. Disney world was a must for her. She wanted to lay out on the beach and soak in the sun. Before they knew it the check was being paid and the valet was pulling the car around.

Jay opened the door and Tessa giggled as she slid into the passenger side. Softly shutting the door Jay walked over to his side and got in.

“Jay let’s drive around for a bit. I wanna just look at the world.”

Jay lifted Tessa’s hand and kissed it. “Whatever my baby wants she gets.”

Pulling away from the restaurant Jay drove towards the more scenic areas. Buildings and people whooshed by the windows as Tessa gazed out. She loved to people watch.

“Jay?” She quietly called

“Hmm.” Jay answered.

“What do you think about having kids?”

“Like right now?”

“I mean just in general.”

“I want kids, maybe not right now but I do want kids.”

“Ok.”

Pulling to a stop for a red light Jay took the chance to look at her. She was looking out the window with her hand clasped in her lap.

“Baby why do you ask?”

Tessa stayed silent. Something she never did.

“Tess?” Again jay called out.

“I…was just curious.”

“You’re never just curios.”

The light had turned green and Jay didn’t drive.

“Well?”

A honk from behind him made Tessa jump. “Jay the light is green.”

“I wanna know.”

“Just forget about it and drive.”

“No they can wait. Tell me.”

“Jay just drive.”

“No!”

“For the love of god jay drive” Tessa shouted.

Jay did just that he drove. He didn’t even look at up the light. His eyes were on Tessa who was crossing her arms in anger. Great another fight will be had at home, he thought. If only he had looked up. If only he had seen his light had turned red. But he didn’t. A loud honking and bright lights filled the car and had both of them looking out Jays window as a car came barreling towards them. There was no time for either of the cars to stop.The sound of metal smashing and being forced together mixed in with the screams of Tessa was all he heard before everything went dark.

Blinking his eyes Jay tried to make the world come into focus. His body ached like never before. Slowly coming to he realized that he was hanging upside down and something wet was dripping from his hair. Slowly moving he pulled at his seatbelt, the buckle fought against him as he attempted to free himself.

“Tess?” He grunted out but got no reply.

While he still fought to free himself he turned his head to check on Tessa but only found an empty seat. Maybe she had freed herself already, he thought to himself before he fell downwards after the seatbelt released him. The stabbing pain in his gut had him fighting to stay conscious. Getting on all fours Jay did his best to ignore the small stabbing pains on his knees and hands as he crawled through the passenger window.

“Tess? Baby answer me!” He coughed out and still got no answer.

Bracing himself up against the car he took a second to get the world back in focus as it was spinning too quickly for him. The sound of people talking and sirens in the distance getting closer pulled his attention to the side of the road. People were surrounding someone on the ground. Using the car to support himself Jay slowly got to his feet and limped towards the crowd.

What would have taken a few strides seemed to take longer for him, his body wanted to just fall to the ground but he knew he had to get to the crowd.

Finally reaching the crowd he pushed past people and saw her. She was the one laying on the ground and another man was hovering over her pushing down on her chest. Jay fell to his knees and went to her side.

“Tess? Tess baby wake up! What’s going on? Why isn’t she waking? Why isn’t she moving?”

The man doing compressions ignored Jay’s questions and continued to perform CPR on the unmoving woman. Finally the sirens that were in the distance had arrived and the crowd was pushed aside. Men in uniforms took over CPR and were attaching pads to her chest. Other men in uniforms were trying to get Jay away from her and onto a gurney but he fought against them needing to be with her. Another coughing fit had him doubled over, covering his mouth with his hands he coughed violently into them. Pulling his hands away he looked down to see them covered in blood and that pain that was still there in the back of his subconscious came flooding back and he finally lost his battle to stay conscious.

The annoying constant beeping sound and the blinding lights were the first few things he noticed as he came to in the hospital. Opening his eyes he turned his head and he expected to see Tess in the chair next to his bed but was disappointed only to see his mother there holding his hand and praying.

“Mom?” He whispered.

His mother lifted her head and looked into his eyes, hers were full of tears but a small smile pulled at her lips. “You’re finally awake.”

“How long have I been out?”

“A couple of days, you had internal bleeding and were in surgery.”

“Tess? Where is she?”

Jay’s mother looked back down at her hands, the smile had fallen from her face and a look of pain colored it.

“Mom, where is Tess? Is she ok?”

“After you passed out they were finally able to get a pulse again. She was rushed into surgery as well when she arrived. She had internal bleeding and her brain was swelling. They were able to stop the bleeding but the pressure on the brain….she was in ICU to help monitor it.”

“Ok so where is she? Let me go see her.”

Jay pushed off his blankets and grunted at the pain in his stomach and pulled off the monitor cords from his body.

“Jay please don’t, you need to rest!” Jay’s mother pleaded trying to get him back into his bed.

“Mom I need to see her.”

“Jay you cant.”

“Why not? Let me just check on her and I will get right back into bed I promise.”

“Jay you cant. She isn’t in the ICU anymore.”

“Then where is she? What aren’t you telling me?”

Jays mom sniffled and looked up at the ceiling, tears fell down her cheeks. “The swelling on the brain was too much, hunny she didn’t make it. She passed away last night.”

Turning his body towards his mom his mouth opened and closed. He couldn’t believe what his mom had just said. There was no way that Tess was gone.

“Your lying.”

“Jay sweetheart you know I would never lie to you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Jay just wait please.”

His mom walked past him into the hallway and returned shortly with a nurse and a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair he was pushed to an elevator where instead of going up they went down. The elevator ride down was spent in silence. He was still in denial. There was no way that his strong Tessa would be gone. The doors to the elevator opened up and signs on the opposite wall read “Morgue” and held an arrow point to the right. The nurse pushed Jay to the right and towards a set of double metal doors. The wheelchair stopped just outside the door, Jay’s mom came to his side and said that they would give him some time. Standing from the wheelchair he pushed open the door that said “family” and walked into a cold room. There on a table laid Tess. She was laying there as if she was sleeping. Rushing to her side he put his hand on her head that was wrapped in gauze.

“Tess baby I am here. Wake up baby.” Tears washed down his face as he pleaded for her to wake up. “Tess come on now, stop playing around and wake up. I know I fucked up baby. But you. Know once I get my head stuck on something I don’t let go that easily. Please baby just wake up. Open those brown eyes. Just wake up. Yell at me. Scream at me. Hit me. Just wake up baby.”

Jay gripped the blanket that covered her body and buried his head in there and wailed for her to wake up.

A set of strong hands gripped his shoulder and he quickly turned around to find his dad standing next to him.

“Dad tell her to wake up. Why wont she wake up?”

“Son she is gone. There is nothing anyone can do to change that.”

“No fuck that, someone get in here and wake her up.”

Jay pushed past his dad and was screaming for a doctor to get in here and to help her. Anger was rushing through his body and he started to throw things around demanding that someone get in here and fix her. People did come in the room, a doctor and a nurse who asked him to calm down. That enraged him more and soon more nurses rushed into the room.

“Mr. Park you need to calm down before you rip your stitches open.”

“Wake her up doc! Do your fucking job!”

The doctor looked towards one of the nurses and nodded his head. Soon the nurses were on Jay holding him still before he felt a pinch in his arm and the world started to get fuzzy.

Waking up the second time Jay struggled against the warm pool of sleepiness that tried to hold him down. He could hear people quietly talking near him.

“We cant tell him.” It was his mother.

“He deserves to know.” His father replied.

“Yes, but not now. Let him heal first and maybe after some time has passed we can tell him.”

“No, that would only reopen healed wounds and it would start the grieving process all over again. It’s best he knows now so he can grieve it fully.”

“This will kill him. Don’t you know that?”

“Of course I know that, he is my son too.”

“Why did things have to turn out this way? We could be celebrating right now instead of grieving. He shouldn’t have to be saying goodbye to the woman he loved and to his child.”

Did she just say child, he thought.

Blinking his eyes he cleared his voice and coughed.

“Jay sweetheart you are awake.” His mom said as she rushed over to his side.

“What were you two talking about? What child?”

Jay’s parents looked at one another, the look of concern was on both their faces.

“Dad?”

“Son, while they were operating on Tessa to stop the bleeding they found out she was pregnant. She was about 3 months along.”

“She was pregnant?”

“Yes son, the impact was obviously too much and the child was already gone before they found out.”

Laying in the bed Jay let out a scream as he cried. His hands were in his hair pulling on it as he wailed out in pain. He had not only killed the love of his life but he had killed his own child.

“Jay sweetheart I am so sorry.” His mother said as she sat on the bed and pulled him into her chest and held onto him like she often did when he was younger. Jay clung onto his mother gasping for air between his cries.

Over the next few weeks Jay stayed in the hospital healing, the only time he left was to attend the funeral of Tessa. The media was abuzz about how the man had killed his girlfriend because of his carelessness. When he was finally discharged the vultures were there to take pictures as he was wheeled out to the waiting car. He kept his head down and his face covered as he climbed into the car. His parents had wanted him to come stay with them but he objected, he just wanted to be home.

Jay didn’t remember much of the drive nor how he got up to the apartment but there he was in the bedroom surrounded by all their things. Walking over to the chase in the bedroom he picked up the blanket that Tess would use to cover up with and brought it to his face. It smelt just like her. Taking the blanket to his bed he laid down with it and cried himself to sleep.

That night he was plagued like every night since the accident with nightmares. He would see Tess on the cold table, he would see her in the ground being eaten by worms. He could hear a baby crying but could never find it. Every time he would wake up he would be covered in sweat and gasping for air.

Over the next few months Jay attended therapy weekly to help him cope with the loss. He was being medicated to help him sleep and for his depression. He barely would leave the house and would refuse to get behind the wheel to drive. Everyone had assumed that he was finally starting to heal, but Jay was just a shell. He would smile and talk when talked to. He put on his mask to cover the pain so that no one would worry but he had lost all his will to live.

Arriving home after therapy Jay went back to packing up Tessa’s things. He was halfway through a box in the closet of old clothes when he found a little box. Opening the little box he found a sonogram and a small infant size bomber jacket that was red and matched his. Dropping the box on the ground he fell to the floor and covered his eyes as he sobbed. The regret, the self hatred, all the feelings he had been working through during his weekly therapy sessions flooded his senses. Pull on his hair he screamed.

A few minutes passed and he stood from the floor grabbing the picture and jacket from the ground. Every step to his bed felt like his feet were in cement. Sitting on the bed he grabbed Tessa’s blanket and wrapped it around himself before picking up the orange bottle and popping the cap off. A quick swallow and he set it down before laying on the bed. Picking up the picture and jacket he laid there and closed his eyes picturing what life could had been had the accident not happened. As the world started to fade away he could see her and the child. She was holding the baby wrapped in a blanket and the child was making the most gentle baby sounds. A smile spread across her face as she held her hand out for him and he gladly took it. Warmth spread throughout his body and all those negative emotions were gone.