#then marty coming in all like ?? umm why the fuck are you trying to be friends with (a woman) my wife???

[prophetmutual]

So obsessed with maggie and rusts little kitchen chat... the amount of house parties I've been to that ended up with me and some girl sitting on the floor of a kitchen telling each other our deepest fears like rust's so one of the girlies for that

[thatsgay-writes]

Day 3

PREVIOUS

You woke up the next day slowly. You blinked you eyes a couple times trying to get the blurriness to disappear. You felt something warm against your back and turned around to see Toni holding you close. You woke Toni up and you both walked over to the Fire Dot had started. Weirdly, Shelby wouldn't make eye contact with either of you. "We need to make a shelter." Dot said as you and Toni shared a bag of airplane nuts. "Well I'm out." Fatin responded almost immediately. "That sounds like hard work and with rescue coming I don't see a point." Dot let's put a frustrated groan as no one else seems to jump at the chance of making a shelter.

You watch quietly as Rachel and Leah walk by and head towards the ocean. "Where are you guys going?" Shelby asked them. "We're going to go swim out to the plane wreck, see if we can find anything useful." "Are you should that's a good idea?" You ask and Rachel gives you an annoyed look. "Well it's not like you and Leah are always on the best term." You say holding your hands up. "Oh yeah, well if it's such a big deal than why don't you join us? Oh wait I forgot you only have one—" "I'll go." You say, interrupting Rachel. Rachel pauses for a second and nods her head, a little respect showing through her eyes. "Alright cool, you just better be able to keep up once we're in the water."

You nod your head and Leah let's go of the homemade raft to help you stand. "Umm what the fuck? No your not going with them." Toni interrupts. "You can't even walk by yourself." She says matter of factly. You roll your eyes at her. "I'm more useful in water than I am on land. Just because I got one leg doesn't mean I can't fucking swim Toni." That seems to make Toni mad. "Can you really because I remember having to fucking haul your ass last night to get out the storm. Didn't make it seem like you were useful in water." Toni says standing up in getting in your face. Leah felt very awkward having to stand there as the two of you stared at each other. "Don't be an ass Toni and I didn't fucking ask you to drag me out the storm last night. I also didn't ask you to help me get over here this morning. I have been perfectly fine for 6 months without my leg and without you! So whatever knight in shining armor shit your trying to do now needs to be put to rest. You couldn't protect me before and I don't know what makes you think you can protect me now." You turn away and get Leah to start walking before Toni could even respond.

The swim out to the wreck was quiet and you couldn't tell if it was awkward quiet or normal quiet, so you just didn't say anything. "You know you and Toni are pretty hot and cold with each other." Rachel says as you get closer to the wreck. Leah nods in agreement, "Yeah on the plane you two looked like you hated each other and then the last few days, you two have been like holding each other non stop. Then this morning it's all happy and stuff and then y'all got back into another yelling match." You let out a sigh as you kick your leg. "What can I say, we have some interesting history..." You want to stop there but you can feel Leah and Rachel burning a hole into the side of your head. "We grew up together... Best friends before Marty ever joined the picture. Some... stuff went down and we stopped talking. Last time I talked to her was the day I found out my brother died." The two girls nodded and thankfully didn't ask anymore questions.

"Alright, we're here. I'll go down first to get a quick look at everything down there." Rachel said before taking a deep breath and diving down. You floated at the top with Leah silently. You didn't really like Leah, you don't know what it was but she just gave you this weird vibes."Okay so I saw a suit case and a black box which we could use and a guitar case but I don't think that'll be useful." Rachel reports as she surfaces. "Wait what color is the guitar case?" "Black and gold." "We need that too." Rachel rolls her eyes, "Look the guitar might be yours but it's not really useful to anyone." "It has my back up leg in it." "Oh."

"Come on Leah we need to get that black box!" Rachel yells as she and Leah come up for air the 5th time. "I can't, I can't..." You put a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "I'll go." "You sure?" "Yeah."

Holy shit! I almost died! You think as you guys make your way back to shore. The plane was a lot deeper than you thought but you managed to stay down long enough to get the black box out of the plane. You watch as Leah and Rachel pull everything up to the camp as you use your guitar place as a second leg. You stood in the circle with the group as they discussed what to do with the box. "I agree with opening it. We don't know if it could have gotten messed up from the crash." Rachel goes to argue again but someone else cuts in. "Why don't we just vote?" Everyone thinks for a second before nodding in agreement. "Alright then, raise your hand if you want to open the box" Shelby says and almost everyone raises their hand. "Welp I guess that settles it."

After Dot and company worked on opening the black box and fixing it, you finally take the time to sit down and put your leg together. You open the guitar case and let out a sigh as you rub a hand over your brother's guitar. You were glad you had made improvements to the case and that making it air tight was one of them. "Wow that's a pretty guitar." Shelby says as she walks up behind you. "Thanks, it was my brothers." You say as you pull out pieces of your leg. Shelby sits down next to you and watches you work for a few seconds before speaking again. "Anything I can do to help?" "I would normally say no but I don't have a screw driver and it's making it take forever to screw stuff in... so sure." You hand Shelby the calf and foot part of the leg while you work on the knee cap area. "Here." Shelby says as she hands you a Bobby pin that she shaped into a mini wrench. "Thanks." You say as you look away from your leg to her. "You know, your hair looks very pretty down." You say and reach out to play with the ends of her hair. "Thanks." Shelby mumbles, trying to hide the blush that crossed her face. Maybe there was more to her than what met the eye.

NEXT

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 4 - Into The Bliss

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Drug trip (Bliss). Kate and Wheaty being an adorable couple.

Word count: 3.6k

This is a short follow up series to Kidnapped leading up to the nuclear holcaust, and the beginning of New Dawn. 

Summary: Kate tries to get over John and gets a surprising visitor. Paige still suffers with the symptoms from Jacob Seed’s classical conditioning despite being dead. Faith/Rachel learns the truth and secrets about the Winchester family. 

Guest OCs: Joel Winchester [mentioned], Daenerys Winchester [as a infant in Bliss trip]

Guest Characters: Castiel [Supernatural: mentioned], Jacob Seed [mentioned], John Seed [mentioned, and in Bliss trip].

*****

A few weeks have passed, mid September is finally here, and the search for Joseph Seed continues. The lead Paige found turned out to be false, and was just an abandoned, small village with a bunch of mannequins and some druggie. Goddamn cops. Damn pigs with their false leads. 

Kenny, Mark, Nate, Cody, Adrian and a few other locals are putting up 2 more houses on the property. They've been putting them up for almost a month now. Since both Paige and Kate are pregnant, Mark, Nate, Adrian, Marty, and Cody’s families are coming to live with them. 

So building 2 more houses will help with the expanding family of hunters.

Kate and Wheaty have gotten a lot closer, finally making their relationship official, despite them making out several times already. Him learning some things about his new girlfriend, like her knowing how to ride a skateboard. 

"I didn't know you skate!" he tells her. She laughs softly, "Yeah, I've been skating for years now" she tells him. 

She rides around the driveway of her house, showing him some tricks. Landing a kickflip, an ollie and all other basic skating tricks and techniques. 

"Even though I'm pregnant I can still skate!" she jokes. Stops in front of him, while standing on the board. Wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him. He breaks the kiss after a several seconds. 

"So!" he says, "How did you know that I liked you?". 

She chuckles, "It was quite obvious. You were always nervous around me. Very awkward". 

He laughs, "Well isn't that how most people act when they're around someone they like?. You're a psychologist so you should know!". 

She gives him a quick peck on the lips, "It's a very common sign". 

As they're making out like a couple of teenagers. 

The guys are putting the foundation of the houses, cutting up wood to build the walls.

“Paige!!!” Kenny calls out for his wife, as he looks around for his extra tools and other materials. 

“Yeah?!?” she responds, standing by the back door.

“Can you get me a hammer, electric saw and the jar of nails from the shed. Please” he asks.

She looks down at the 9 month old infant in her baby wrap.

“Umm” she points to their infant daughter, “I’m a little preoccupied here!!”. 

“Please. They’re not on the top shelf” he says.

She rolls her eyes, “Okay, I’ll be back”.

“Thank you!!” he responds, measuring the pieces of wood. 

Paige walks to the shed they have in the back of their property.

“The stuff your daddy makes me do” she says to Cristina, “You’re gonna be a big sister!. A brother? A little sister?”.

She opens the shed door, a radio on the metal table making an annoying static sound.

“Damn, old ass radio” she mutters as she looks around the jar of nails, and hammer.

Sighing, as she looks around for the hardware tools, “Okay where are you?!?”.

She finds the hammer in a tool box a few inches above her head. As she reaches for the hammer, and grabs it. She bumps into the metal table with the radio on it. The static goes away, becoming clear and an old nightmare of hers comes back.

Only you can make all this world seem right

Only you can make the darkness bright

Paige gasps loudly, drops the hammer, bumping into the shelves knocking over jars, and boxes of tools, grabbing her head. The song plays distortedly, flashbacks from when she was locked in a cage, being tortured by Jacob and going through his trials. Killing those innocent people. His words replaying over, and over in her head.

TRAIN, HUNT, KILL, SACRIFICE. CULL THE HERD.

Her vision turns red, and black. She starts to hyperventilate. Her screams get trapped in her throat.  

Flashing images of dead carcusses of people and animals. The wolves. The Judges. That stupid music box Jacob had to fuck up his victims minds.

Kenny, Adrian, Mandy, Mark, Nate, Kate, Wheaty and everyone else on the property hear Paige’s panicked screams, and Cristina’s cries. They all run to the shed, and find her on the ground screaming, clenching her head.

Cristina crying, and wailing. Only You playing on the radio.

Kate goes to turn off the radio. 

“Paige!!!” Kenny yells, shaking her shoulders, “Paige!!”. She stops screaming, her voice turning hoarse and raspy. Tears streaming down her face, and hyperventilating. 

He takes Cristina from the wrap, and hands her to Mandy, and takes her inside.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kenny asks, comforting his wife.

She shakes her head, crying into her husband's chest, “No, No. Jacob may be dead but he still lurks in my head”.  He holds his wife, closely, comforting her. Stroking her hair. He, and Mark help her up, and take her inside the house. Sitting at the kitchen table with her mom, sister and Rachel.

“What happened?!” Kate asks.

Stammers over her words, “I-I went to go get a hammer, saw and nails for Kenny. I bumped into the table with the old radio. Then I heard “Only You” play, and I had flashbacks from St. Francis, when I was locked in that cage”. 

Crying softly. Thinking of all that would go away when she killed Jacob a month earlier, but apparently it looks like his spirit is sticking around for a while to torment Paige.

“The images from his stupid slideshow, the trials. Me killing those innocent people under his control with that fucking music box”.

Mandy places her hand on her eldest daughter's hand, “It’ll go away. We’ll work on it”.

Kate clears her throat, “Speaking of Jacob. That day when you kill him, and uh- and I killed John, when we were sent on that Bliss trip. What did you see?”.

Looking down at her hands, Paige says, her voice shaken, “The night dad was killed”.

She turns to Kate, “I saw everything, the whole house went up in flames, and I woke up”.

“I saw the same thing” Mandy says, “Then it was the day I lost both of you”.

“What did you see?!” Paige asks Kate.

“It was from that day Morgan and I exorcised the demon out of John”.

Rachel turns to Kate in confusion, “John got possessed by a demon?!?”.

She nods her head, “Yeah, the demon that was possessing him. Saleos. He had John kill me”.

All 3 of their eyes widened, “You were dead?!?” Mandy exclaims.

Nodding her head, “Yeah, I was strangled by “John”. He couldn’t stop him. I was dead for an hour then Castiel brought me-”

“Cas was there!?!?!” Paige interrupts her, “I don’t mean to interrupt but he was there?!?”. 

Kate exhales, “Yeah he was there, he told me I met an untimely death that wasn’t supposed to happen, and that I wasn’t supposed to die. Where I was, was the final stop before getting into Heaven, like a plane of existence. The Other Side is what he called it. Then he brought me back to Earth, and I went back into my body. He wiped John’s memory of being possessed, me being dead and all that shit. But the memory of him being possessed can be restored by me, and only me. If I were to bring it up to him”.

Rachel looks at all three of them, confused and asks “So you said you were dead?!?”.

“Yes” Kate answers.

“Castiel? Like the Angel?!” she asks, trying to keep up with what’s going on.

“Yeah, the Angel” Paige answers. 

“I also want to mention that same day when demon John killed me, and I was in The Other Side. I finally met dad” she says, her voice going soft.

Mandy and Paige look at each other, then back at Kate.

“You- you met dad?!?” Paige asks in disbelief. 

Kate nods, shedding a single tear, “Yeah, Cas brought him there. I saw that exact same thing when I was on my bliss trip at St. Francis”. 

Paige narrows her eyes at her, and looks around in disbelief, “Wait, so on your Bliss trip. You saw demon John killing you via strangulation, then you were taken to The Other Side or Limbo basically, where you saw yourself talk to our dead dad?! And Castiel was there?”.

Trying to process all that she said, “Yeah, pretty much” she chuckles. 

“Bliss-ception” Paige jokes, “Or death-ception”.

“So what did you and your dad talk about?!” Mandy asks.

Trying to hold back her tears, “I asked him what happened to me, what happened that night when he was killed. Azazel killed him, and that same demon did it to our cousin's mom, Mary, several years earlier in the same way, and that's how most of us Winchester’s go out. I told him that I never got to know him, and he said in these exact words, “I know you didn’t. That’s why you’re here, it was a chance for you to finally meet me”.”

Mandy starts to tear up. Holding her head up with her fists placed underneath her chin.

“Then he asked me “How’s your mother and Paige?”, and the final words he said to me before he disappeared. They still play in my head to this day, they were “I’m always watching over you”.”

All of them crying, softly sobbing uncontrollably. Rachel started to get teary eyed just by hearing all of this. 

“So. So all of you have died, and came back?!?” she asks.

All three of them nod, “I’ve died 9 times” Paige says.

“I’ve died 4 times” Kate says, lifting her hand up a bit. 

“3 times” Mandy says.

Learning about what this family does for a living. Traveling across the country, killing monsters. 

**********

Later that night, Rachel is in her room, sitting on her bed reading.

She gets a knock at her door, “Yes?” she responds.

The door opens, and Kate steps inside, “Hey”, she says.

“Hi” she responds looking up from her book.

“You okay?” she asks, concern in her voice. 

Rachel nods her head, “Yeah, I’m fine”

Nodding her head, “Okay, good. Because umm you looked a bit shaken up from what we were talking about earlier” Kate says, sitting down on a chair by the bed.

Rachel closes her book, setting it down on her nightstand.

“Have you ever met God?” she asks.

Kate nods her head, “Chuck is his name. He’s a writer”

She sits up in her bed, “So when Paige said “We’re all just a part of his story” that wasn’t a metaphor, or anything?”.

She shakes her head, “No. It wasn’t a metaphor or anything. We’re all just a book. We’re all a part of his story”.

Rachel looks down at the floor for a few moments. Kate clears her throat, and says.

“I know Paige, and pretty much everyone living here would be completely against this, but is there anyway, or a chance you can get a hold of some Bliss?!” 

She looks at her with a head tilt, “I may have a vial. Why?”.

Embarrassed, and ashamed to even think about why she wants it. She takes a deep breath, and says.

“Because I, and I hate to admit it, but I want to see John again. Even if it’s an old memory of us happy together”.

Kate starts to tear up, “I don’t know why he still has this affect on me!!. It’s like I can’t let him go. Like he’s entwined with me, a part of me. That day when he died, he looked me in the eye before taking his last breath. I’m with Wheaty now, I can’t be having these feelings for an ex partner of mine that is dead!!”.

“He took your virginity, didn’t he?” she asks, looking at her with soft puppy like eyes. 

Nodding her head while tears stream down her cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah he was my first time. I wanted to lose it to someone who was worthy enough to take it. John, at the time was worthy enough, to me, to take it, but now I'm starting to think I wished someone else took it". 

Rachel places her hand on Kate’s hand. 

“That’s why. He took something from you that you can never get back, and he left his spawn inside you. Growing”.

Kate’s breathing turns shakey, that ball in her throat making it hard for her to speak.

“I think maybe, seeing him again, maybe it’ll help me get him out of my head” she was able to speak up.

Rachel gets up from her bed, and goes to her closet. Going through one of her bags, and pulls out a small vial of the pale green drug.

“Here” she says, handing her the small vial, “If you concentrate hard enough. You will be able to communicate with John even if he’s dead”.

She looks at the vial, examining it. “So do I drink it? Or?”

“You can drink a little bit of it, or you can inhale it�� she answers. 

“Okay, thank you” she says, getting up from the chair, and leaves her room.

*********

An hour later everyone is asleep, Kate is getting ready for bed. She looks over at the vial of bliss Rachel gave her an hour ago. Contemplating whether or not to take a sip, or sniff of it, or just not use it at all.

She locks her bedroom door, grabs the vial, opens it, and takes a long, deep inhale of the hallucinogenic drug. Quickly closing the bottle, setting it down on her desk.

Concentrating hard on seeing John again, and maybe tell him to get out of her head. She’s ashamed to say to herself. Let alone think of it. Her vision starts to get blurry, white, green, red, and disoriented. Everything is tripping out.

Sparks flying, she falls back on her bed. Letting the drug do it’s thing. After a few minutes have passed, feeling like she’s falling. Feeling light as a feather.

*Into the Bliss*

She wakes up in a white, and green wonderland.

The sky green, the clouds a whitish pale green. The sun shining down on her, warming her up.

“Holy fuck" she whispers, “That shit worked”.

A jackalope rabbit sitting at her feet. It hops away when she moves, and sits up.

Her clothes are different from what she was wearing earlier. 

A plain white, knee length flannel dress, and no shoes on. Her hair in a clean well done braid. 

A princess cut diamond ring on her left ring finger.

She looks around, and sees that she’s laying in a field by a huge tree with a tire swing attached to it. 

"What the fuck?!?!" she mutters to herself. 

She continues to look around the blissed out wasteland. 

“Kate!?!” a distorted male voice echos. 

She looks behind her, and sees a figure approaching her through the cloud of bliss 30 feet away. The clouds of bliss as the figure approaches her give off a wing like shape behind them. She stands up, and slowly approaches them.

“Kate!?!” the voice says again slightly clearer but still distorted. 

“John?” she mutters confused, as she slowly approaches the other person. 

“Kate!?” they say again.

It takes her a moment to realize it’s John’s voice. 

“John!?!” she yells out. Slight hope in her voice.

The figure gets closer, and she is immediately brought to shameful tears when she sees that it’s really John.

“John?!” she says again, tears streaming down her face. A huge smile on her face. Just by seeing him she forgets why she wanted the drug in the first place. To tell his ass off. 

“I’m here darlin” he says, smiling, his voice echoing throughout the hallucination.

Those perfect blue eyes staring back at her. Placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him. She places her hands on his shoulders. They stare at each other for what felt like years. Decades. Centuries. A Millennium. Their foreheads touching. 

He looks down at her stomach, his hands placed where her baby bump would be.

“She’s gonna be so beautiful” he tells her.

Confused, Kate looks down, and sees that her stomach had grown bigger. Telling herself it's all part of the hallucination, and that she doesn’t have to go in panic mode.

John kneels down, and kisses her baby bump. 

Feeling the baby kick. Tears running down her cheeks, this is what she wanted, but she knows she'll never have it. This is the closest she’ll ever get to having a family with John. He stands up, and kisses Kate on the lips. Holding her close in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck. 

One of his hands on her lower back, the other holding the back of her head. 

He lifts her up, his arms wrapped around her lower half. He slowly spins in a circle with the love of his life in his arms. Kissing her. 

Even though this is all a hallucination and John is most likely buried 6 feet underground. Everything felt so real. Kate buries her face in the crook of his neck as he slowly spins her around. 

It doesn't dawn on her that she wanted to tell John to leave her alone and get out of her head because she's with someone else. Looking like a total clown. 

The sound of a baby cooing, catches her attention. She looks over to her right, and sees a white crib in the middle of the field.  John puts her down, taking her hand in his, and they walk towards the crib.

Looking down at her stomach, seeing it had shrunk back to its normal size from before.

"Okay this trip is getting way too personal" she thinks to herself, "And I hate it!". 

They approach the crib, and see a baby girl who looks about 6 months old in a pink, and white onesie. 

Black hair like Kate’s, and blue eyes like John. 

The name above her on the headboard of the crib says “Daenerys A.B. Seed”.

John picks her up from the crib, cradling her in his arms. Smiling down at his infant daughter.

“She looks just like you” he says, turning to Kate. 

“She has your eyes” she says to him, holding her tiny foot. 

He hands her to Kate. Baby Daenerys looks so much like her with John’s blue eyes. Cradling her in her arms, they look down at their beautiful little girl. Trying her best not to cry again. 

She puts her back in the crib, and turns to John. Cupping his cheeks, and kisses him. Embracing her tightly. She closes her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. 

He rocks her slowly in his arms. Hoping for this to never ever end. If she could stay here forever with him, and their daughter she would. She would have no problem with that. 

“Kate!!” another voice speaks out from behind her. She pulls away from John and looks behind her. Looking around and seeing no one, just the hallucinations of the Bliss, and it's weird, mutant animals. Thinking it's her father since he was there in her Bliss trip back at St. Francis. 

She turns back to face him and sees another man's face looking back at her. Holding her. 

“Hello sweet-cheeks!!!” Gabriel greets her with a huge smile.

She can literally hear a record scratch in her head as he says this. Eyes widened, mouth falling slightly open.

“Gabriel?!? What are you doing here?!?” she exclaims, trying to release herself from his hold.

“You shouldn’t be here” he tells her, “You need to get out". 

Confused to why her guardian Archangel is here. In her Bliss hallucination, “What?!? Why?!?”. 

“You need to leave, and forget about John” he tells her, “He’s no good and you know that. I'd tell you, but you'll find out in the weeks to come". 

Still confused, and stumped “I-I don’t. What? Tell me what?!!?". 

“It’s important that you get out of here!” he tells her. Cupping her cheeks. 

Shaking her head, “This isn’t real. This isn’t real, you’re a hallucination!!” she yells out.

"You're a hallucination!" he sasses her. 

“Where’s John?!?” she orders him to tell her.

“He was never here. It was all me. I’m more real than your psychedelic drug trip” the Archangel tells her, “I’m real. This isn’t. You need to leave. John is dead. That's it, you can't save him!”.  

Before she could protest against him, Gabriel snaps his fingers and makes a cloud-like portal appear behind her. She looks back, sees the cloud rift portal, and turns back to him. 

"You might hate me for this" he tells her and aggressively pushes her through the rift portal back to her universe.

Kate wakes up in a cold sweat, confused. Not sure how long she was out, she looks out her window and sees the sun rising up from behind the mountains. 

Her hallucination happened throughout the whole night? Even though it felt like it was 10 minutes. Trickster making himself known by pretending to be John and telling her to get over him, move on with her life. What the actual fuck Gabriel?!?.

[sithlordintraining]

When You’re Good to Mama

A/N: Yeah....

tagged: @rebeccamaximoff , @hoe-for-kylo , @mundane-cup-noodles

Tell Me More Masterlist

Summary: Greaser Kylo Ren fell in love with good girl Rey Kenobi over the summer. When they unexpectedly discover they’re now in the same high school, will they be able to rekindle their romance? OF COURSE, with a little help from their friends and some singing. But that was Junior year, can their love really stand the course of Senior year, college applications, and other teenage problems?

“The true star of last night was the one and only Marygold Donadieu, dressed in a custom gold floral ball gown by Victoria Phasma as she took home the highest honor. But, what really gained her this name was her acceptance speech where she talked about her daughter,” Juney peered at you over the newspaper. “Her only child with her recently divorced husband, U.S. Defense Attorney, Y/Father’s Full/N. Quote ‘this moment could only be more special if my daughter was here, I’m truly grateful to be the mother of someone who is so smart and kind and wise beyond her years. You can’t go to school for motherhood and sometimes there is more bad than good, but you have taught me more about being mother and myself that I would’ve never learned if it wasn’t for you. I cherish your very existence and I promise to do my best to help you grow into a better young woman. I love you Pearl, thank you.’ End quote.” Juney set down the paper and took in his girlfriends features. You sat there playing with the sleeves of your sweater trying to hold in the bubbly feeling inside of you. Juney’s hand laid on top of yours. “It’s alright to smile, Mama. Come on!” He shook your hand trying to get you to smile. Slowly, your lips began to part showing your beautiful smile. “It’s ok, Mama, I understand it might be a little strange but, you shouldn’t feel bad for her trying to be better,” Juney told you.

The bell on the door of the diner alerted a new customer. Kylo’s boots thudded along the tiles as he made his way to his favorite person and her favorite person. “Hey!” Kylo startled the couple. Before Kylo made his way by you, Juney was scooting over to sit in between. “What are you guys talking about?” Kylo picked up a menu. “Nothing, just reading the paper,” Juney said. “Anything good?” Kylo asked dryly. “Eh...depends on what you're looking for. Ms. Donadieu won.” Juney shrugged and Kylo chuckled. “Yeah, I saw. And did you read her speech?” Kylo said. Y/N nodded with shining eyes. Juney smiled at you with his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “I’d like to thank my daughter.” Kylo mocked Marygold’s voice. “ ‘I couldn’t have done it without you, I love you, you’re the best’. Such a load of crap to fool you Y/N.” Kylo berated her, not even seeing the flicker of sadness that surfaced on his best friends face. “Here you guys go.” The waitress placed the food in front of Juney and Y/N before turning to Kylo for his order. You took one look at the pancakes in front of you and lost your appetite. “Here, you can have mine I’m not hungry.” You pushed the plate away from you. Juney lowered his hand as his eyes glued on you. “Thanks,” Kylo accepted it, quickly digging in. “I’ll be back.” You told Juney before making your way to the bathroom.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Juney spat at Kylo, who gave him a quizzical look. “Get out!” “What?” Kylo asked with a mouthful of pancake. “I said GET OUT!” Juney pushed Kylo out the booth causing him to stumble. “What the fuck man?” Kylo stood tall against Juney. “Are you that fucking dumb? Maybe you really do need tutoring.” Juney said. “So you’re just going to talk shit about your best friend!” Kylo pushed Juney. “No, I’m saying the fucking truth. Instead of lying to her like you and everyone else. Her mother is a fake, she’s just doing this for a show! She’s going to be so nice to her and then chew her up and spit her out, it’s what she’s fucking good at!” Kylo yelled. Juney pushed him back. “Don’t fucking say that; what the fuck is wrong with you! That’s her mother, so excuse her if she wishes to enjoy that moment!” June yelled. “No, I won’t allow it!” Kylo shook his head. “Y/N’s walking around acting dumb as if she doesn’t know what game she is playing!” Juney’s fist tightened and he just had to thank God for some girl stepping in to tell him that you were having a panic attack in the bathroom. “You should leave.” Juney spat before turning to rush into the bathroom after you.

Kylo left livid, he couldn’t believe Juney stepped to him like that! All the Smith boys were fucking assholes. And he couldn’t believe you were dealing with all of them. Huffing, he exited the establishment and walked to his car. “Are you okay?” A small hand was pressed against his shoulder blade as he opened his car. To his surprise, he turned to see Rey with worry lines creasing on her forehead. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He lied. She narrowed her hazel eyes at him; they’ve been together for a year, she knew him better than that. “You’re not, why?” She asked. “It’s nothing.” Kylo shook off. But, Rey persisted and it was one of the things he hated. She wouldn’t stop. “JUST STOP REY!” He yelled making her jump. “Jesus, I know you’re trying to help but please you always do this.” He couldn’t look her in the eye, he felt too bad. “Oh okay,” Rey turned feeling broken. She loved this boy so much and as much as everyone hated it, she wanted to be with him. He was the one that she wanted. Walking into Maz’s she was met with Juney with Y/N tuck tightly under his arm. “Hey, umm...I’m sorry we won’t be able to discuss the talent show, she’s not feeling well. I have to go.” Juney said before pushing past her.

Rey didn’t even want to be here, she didn’t even want to be meeting with Juney to discuss the talent show, but since he did such a good job with the dance Luke pushed him to do it. So now she had to work with the enemy. She rolled her eyes; thinking back at how Y/N looked and Kylo acted something must’ve happened between them. And people said they were a bad pair. Laughter caught her attention; in walked the Pink Ladies. Rizzo stopped to stand right in front of the bun-wearing square and looked her up and down. “Take a picture it last longer,” Rizzo said making all the girls laugh. “WAIT!” She called out, causing them to stop. “I-I want to be a pink lady,” Rey said. Rizzo scoffed. “You’re too pure to be pink.” Rey didn’t take no for an answer and followed them to their table. She was desperate. “You guys are all friends with the Knights and Ben, right?” She asked timidly. The girls looked at each other before nodding. “And Y/N?” Rey asked. Marty and Frenchie sat up straighter. “Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Jan said. “Do you think her and Ben like each other...more than friends?” Rey was treading in deep waters. These girls were fiercely devoted to Juney and Y/N. “Definitely not, Y/N and Juney are going to get married,” Marty said. Rey was relieved to hear that and Rizzo saw it on her face. “Why? Jealous?” A cold smirk grace Rizzo’s face as she stared down Rey. Her face turned beet red at the accusation. “Instead of preaching the golden rule, you might want to practice it too.” Rizzo snarked before Rey left the table shook.

Kylo walked down the hallway with a small bouquet of daisies in hand. He didn’t know how this apology would be taken or even look like, but it was simply knowing that flowers are a good gift, right? Approaching the cheerleaders, he locked eyes with you and visibly saw your mood shift. He hadn’t seen you since the diner. “Rey,” He called out. Rey turned around to see the brooding teen nervously holding white daisies. “Um...I just want to say I’m sorry for...well, I know this won’t completely mend things, but you’re not as bad as I’ve made you out to be.” Kylo handed her the flowers as she stood there dumbfounded. “Thank you,” She said breathlessly. Kylo’s lips tugged up and so did hers. All the other girls became giddy around Rey. “Hey, can I talk to you?” Kylo turned to you; Y/N gulped as everyone looked between the three. You nodded walking to a secluded part of the hallway. “That was really nice what you did.” You told Kylo. “Thanks...I’m sorry about what I said,” Kylo told you. “It’s just, I don’t want her to hurt you.” He looked at you with glossy brown eyes. Your chest tightened along with your jaw. “I’m just, the way she treated you at Thanksgiving and the stories you told me has haunted me. And then how she just came back as if none of that happened?! I just, it got me so angry and I didn’t mean to say those things but, mother or not, I love you and I would never want to h-hurt or offend you.” Kylo confessed. How could you be mad at him? If it was the other way around, you’d probably be saying horrible things as well! “I’m not mad at you, but those words hurt. I understand where they came from because I’d do the same thing.” You shrugged. “You may not go by Benjamin Solo, but you’re my best friend and I love you, too.” It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest. Knowing that you still cared and understood and the fact the friends had not argued, it made Kylo feel like he was moving in the right direction. He sniffled a smile as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “I love you, Princess.” He whispered in her curls. Y/N pulled back. “But, she’s changing. Just like you and everyone deserves chances.” You told him. “Come to dinner.” Kylo looked down warily. You were right, people did deserve chances. He just didn’t think your mother was one of them. “O-Ok, I’ll come.”

Since his parents weren’t with him, he didn’t dress up. Well, he wore a nice sweater and combed his hair. His fingers rapped at the door, his eyes wandered around the front lawn as he waited for an answer. Mary opened the door and let the boy in. “Thank you.” Kylo nodded. “Oh Benji, how are you?” Mr. L/N called out and a smile hit his lips; at least one person called him Benji. “Hi, Mr. L/N.” Kylo turned to him. The two began to chat as they waited for Y/N. “Moonbeam told me how strongly you feel about her mother wishing to be in her life again.” Mr. L/N spoke up and Kylo slouched embarrassed. He didn’t want Mr. L/N to think that he didn’t agree on how he raised his daughter. “It would be wrong for me to say it is not of your concern. You, Juney, and Phasma are my daughter’s closest friends, more like family. And I’ve been open to listening to how she and you all feel. I understand that she has been hurt in the past, but Y/N would like to try with her mother and as her father, I’ll stand by her and watch over her like usual.” He reassured Kylo. But before he could speak, the front door was opening. “Oh, thank you, Mary!” The sound of Marygold’s voice reached the two fellows that were nestled in the library. They both exit, to see Marygold with platinum curls and long eyelashes removing her jacket and you stood beside her with your hair in a ponytail held by a blue ribbon. Kylo’s jaw dropped at how beautiful you looked with your hair off your face and your poofy white and blue sundress, you looked like a Barbie doll. A small smile fell on his lips as he couldn’t stop staring at you in awe. “I see why you don’t wear dresses Pearl, you make all the boys drool.” Marygold teased as her pink nails tapped at Kylo’s chin. His face felt hot as all eyes were on him. “Come on darling, let’s get ready for dinner.” Your mom held out a hand, sending Kylo a soft smile, you took it and followed her. Dinner was well...strange. It was almost like sitting with the perfect family. Mr. L/N talking about the crazy cases, Marygold telling ridiculous stories about celebrities, them asking about school; Kylo couldn’t believe how much he was laughing. His eyes shifted to you; you looked so happy and so innocent like nothing bad ever happened. “Benji, you’re so quiet, how're your parents?” Marygold asked. “Uh, um they’re fine yes,” Kylo answered. “Is your mother still on the board for the cotillion circuit down at Aldeeran?” She asked. “I-I think so,” Kylo said. “I don’t know if I want to do it.” Y/N said.

“Pearl, it doesn’t hurt to ask.” Her mother ran her fingers through her ponytail and Kylo gripped his fork tighter. “Maybe once I decide.” Y/N said. “Yes, but Pearl, the deadline is almost closed and it wouldn’t hurt to just make sure you have a spot. You’d love it! You’ll be the prettiest one their and you’d have the best date and dance the night away.” A smile fell on your lips; you loved dances and you couldn’t help but think about the night of the dance. “Can Juney come?” You asked with sparkling eyes. “Oh Pearl,” Your mother tsked. “Maybe someone more refined.” Everyone watched your eyes darken. “Marygold,” Your father interjected. It was obvious that Marygold was just not a fan of Juney and that was the only reason Kylo liked her. “Excuse me,” Y/N stood up and left. Eyes followed her out before Mr. L/N was excusing himself and going after his daughter. Kylo and Marygold were left alone at the dinner table. Kylo’s dark eyes burned at the back of her head as she looked at where the rest of them escaped too. “Benji, darling what did I tell you about playing nice?” She turned back with a smirk. “Y/N told me about what you said at the diner, that wasn’t very nice.” With wide eyes, he froze. “I don’t want to push her into the arms of another but you need to be punished,” Marygold told Kylo, who sat there speechless. “Now,” She clapped her hands. “If you want to be my son-in-law, be a dear and tell your mother that Y/N would like to be a debutante.” Kylo shook his head. “But, she doesn’t that’s why she stormed off,” Kylo said. “But, if she does, she needs a date and you’re more than qualified as the perfect one.” Kylo quickly shut his mouth at her offer. Would he really stoop this low to be with the girl he loved? “Ok.”

P.S.: The devil works hard but Marygold Donadieu works harder.

[ecotone99]

[HM] Another Man’s Jeans

‘Fuckin’ bastard!’ screamed Anto. Today just wasn’t his day, and the last 730 hadn’t been either.

‘Wassa matter with ye?’ hollered Anto’s Da, Fergal, ‘Quit that fuckin’ bellowin’ or I’ll come up there an’ give ye somethin’ te yell about!’

‘Fuckin’ aul bastard, fuckin’ sittin’ there in his fuckin’ chair thinkin’ he’s got it all fuckin’ figured out, the big fat ballix.’

Anto’d been filling in his CV, and was just done tweaking his meagre GCSE results into more promising grades when the laptop crashed, along with a whole morning’s worth of effort.

Ever since his arrest for drunk driving things had gone steadily from bad to worse. He’d been nicked one night picking his girlfriend up from the local bar where she was having a girl’s night out. It’d been him and Big Crick, and he’d only sat down to three beer when the phone had gone. Caoimhe’d fallen out with her mates, they’d gotten into it over Niamh’s new boyfriend and Caoimhe had called him a drug dealer, which the fucker was, but that’d not stopped Niamh from trying to empty a bottle of Gallo’s white all over her head.

Anto’d long harboured the suspicion it was those two having at it what alerted the PSNI as they’d pulled him over barely a mile down the road.

That’d led to rows, Caoimhe had accused him of putting her in danger, and Anto had argued that she was responsible, as she was meant to get a taxi, but after the fight insisted he come instead.

‘Sure wasn’t ‘at not me night off? Can’t a man sit down an’ have a wee swall wey his mate and be left in peace?!’

He’d lost that row, and worse rows followed after he lost his job, being unable to drive to work. He got banned for a year and ordered to go to a therapist to discuss his relationship with alcohol, plus do 200 hours community service.

The community service was rough, he’d be sent over to East Belfast to scrub the racist graffiti off the walls of a house of a black family which had been targeted by the local paramilitaries.

Anto avoided the East at all costs. Apart from seeing his mate Marty in Short Strand the place was a no go for a fella called ‘Anthony Patrick Joseph O’Hara’.

He’d taken to drinking more, especially before the community work where he brought a half bottle of vodka and kept it in his back pocket. Sure, he reckoned, if yer gonna get death threats for having to scrub off other racist death threats, you may as well do it absolutely rotten.

The therapy appointments were worse yet. He’d have to sit there and get grilled on his drinking, which he knew had increased, but had only done so in response to the situation in which he now found himself.

‘Have ye ever told someone yer not an alky?’ He’d screamed at Caoimhe one night after they’d argued over his loss of income, ‘Well, the more ye fuckin’ try te tell ‘em yer not one, the more ye fuckin’ sound like one!’

Soon after they lost the flat, Anto’d been unable to pay his half of the rent, and the social wouldn’t cover it. Caoimhe’d moved back in with her Ma and they’d stopped speaking. They broke up soon after. Anto found he couldn’t look at her anymore, and the drink was turning him nastier than a dose of watery shite.

He was forced to move back into his old room with his Ma, Da, brother and two sisters. There was no room in the house, and the room he shared with his 19 year old brother Michael was barely fit for a child, let alone two grown men.

His drinking continued unabated, and the drugs too. He’d not touched them for years, but there was no reason now not to bang in a load of coke and gobble up a few tabs. Plus, Feeney Rubberlips from down the street had some good gear on offer, and he’d sort ye out on tick too.

Anto had existed in this state for last year and a half, he’d continued trying to seek work, but each rejection justified another trip to the offie, and put him in the mind for a fat line.

However, on the jobsite he’d noticed a job he was definitely qualified for, it was even better than the one he’d lost. More pay, more benefits and what’s more, it was in walking distance from his house. The sort of thing that could get him back on his feet, maybe get Caoimhe back, and definitely lead him to getting out his Ma’s house and away from getting his head melted to fuck every single night.

‘Awh fuck Da, am on applyin’ for this here job an’ the laptop’s shat itself. Fucker wiped me applications n’all.’

‘Well why the good fuck are ye fuckin’ yelpin’ ta me ‘bout it, ye born in a barn?Jesus Christ wee lad shut yer fuckin’ hole! An’ here, yer Ma wants ye down the laundrette to pick up the washin’. It’s down Lonergan’s, all paid for, the washer’s onna fritz again.’

‘Fuck sake’ muttered Anto, getting his coat and heading out the door. ‘Ma better have stuck my fuckin’ jeans in there. Paid good money for them n’all afore Michael went an’ spilt his whole fuckin’ dinner on me, fuck sake.’

He arrived, got the clothes and headed straight back home to finish the CV, he looked and his jeans and shirts were there too. ‘Thank fuck for somethin’ today’ he thought, as sat back down again and flicked open the laptop.

Halfway through the CV and application form he got bored, and noticed his jeans were still warm from the press. He swiftly got changed into them, his legs embracing the heat. The fit felt a little off, but he thought sure they always do, always a wee bit tighter after a good wash.

Anto breezed through the form, and re-wrote his CV, remembering courses he’d been on that were applicable and training certificates he had but had forgotten he’d earned.

All in all, the application seemed to look good he thought, he even felt bothered enough to write a cover letter telling them just how he was the man for the job.

A ‘Digital Marketing Executive’, he could see it now. The past two years would be a memory. Hell, he’d even tell them about the conviction if it came up and point out how his therapy had cured him. He’d be able to spin it around, they’d maybe even think it was funny. Anto the full-time mad bastard. Anto the Pintman, nicked for only three beer. After all he thought, why let the truth get in the way of a good story!

Crick rang him up that evening, he said he’d found a hundred notes in a baggy on the ground down Cupar street. ‘Mon me n’ you’ll getta wee swall on, out for a rake of pints and we’ll hit up Rubberlips for summa ‘at good stuff. None of that cut shite.’ ‘Fuckin’ right!’ answered Anto, he’d have a good one tonight. After all, how often is it ye find notes lying about round the West? And no doubt no fucker’s gonna be raising a stink either as it was likely dodgy in the first place.

After changing shirts, and brushing his nuggets, Anto met Crick at 8pm down McEnaney’s opposite the cemetery, and the lads swiftly proceeded to commence wineing and bineing as the culchies are so aft of saying.

Soon they were joined by Marty, Wee Steeker and Bonzo who’d sourced the gear and brought a bag of workerman’s glue for desert amongst the tombstones.

When Anto awoke the next morning, fully clothed, he found he still had a full memory of the previous night, plus £20 unspent. He’d gotten a girl’s number last night, and he could remember getting with her before she left. What made it even better was that he still felt pissed, so he didn’t even have a hangover to deal with yet.

On checking his phone to see if the number had all the digits he saw he’d been called five times that morning by a number he didn’t recognise. It wasn’t the girl’s either as he’d saved hers under ‘Fuckin’ Ride’.

He phoned the number and a woman answered. ‘Hello, this is Anthony O’Hara, I’ve got a number of missed calls from you and I was just ringing up to see why.’

‘Oh! Mr. O’Hara, so glad you rang us back! We’ve be trying all morning! My name’s Sarah Waters, we’re ringing you back about your application yesterday. We think you’d be a great candidate and we’re actually having online interviews this morning if you’re still keen on the position?’

‘Umm oh, aye, woah, I wasn’t expecting that, I’ve slept in a wee bit this morning, it was a friend’s birthday last night, em, what time are the interviews at?’

‘We can fit you in in about an hour if that suits, we’re sorry about the short notice, but we really are very eager to get this position filled as soon as we can!’

‘Aye, sure, no bother that’s grand. I’ll send you my Skype now, and we can speak in an hour! Thanks again, I wasn’t expecting this, it’s really appreciated!’

‘No problem at all, we’ll contact you in an hour Anthony, and good luck!’

Hanging up the phone Anto felt strangely calm. In the past he’d be shitin’ bricks and peeling the scalp off himself with anxiety, but for some reason, today he just felt as confident as ever, and he knew what he needed to do.

The old laptop took 20 minutes to load up, but everything else got up and running without a hitch. Anto went to the bathroom, pissed, brushed his teeth, threw some water on his face and decided against a shower. He opted instead to reapply some wax to his hair, and put in some eyedrops, as his eyes were as red as strawberries.

With ten minutes to go he put on a new shirt, but left the jeans, after all, he’d be sitting down. He could even talk to them with his knob hanging out the fly, but he decided against that.

Then the call came, he answered every question, made good natured jokes, and asked more questions back. He explained the gap in his employment, he’d been caring for his Granny (dead 10 years) and he’d been helping his mate out in his landscape gardening business on the side (selling some of Crick’s homegrown weed to teenagers).

When the call ended he felt great, positive for the first time in years. Everything he’d gone through could now be put right. All his education (first one in the family at University for Digital Media) would finally be put to use, and his bad luck would finally come to an end.

Anto decided on a long, hot shower before he went downstairs to tell his Ma n’ Da. They’d be glad to hear it, and it’d get them off his back for the day too.

Fighting for the bathroom was always a constant in the O’Hara house, but as he walked onto the landing it was free, and even better, it didn’t stink of his Da’s arse!

‘I left the immersion on so there’s plenty of hot water there son’ shouted Anto’s Ma. ‘Fuckin’ A’ thought Anto, ‘This day’s goin’ grand!’

However, upon getting undressed and emptying the pockets of his jeans Anto found something he didn’t recognise. A faded and wrinkled receipt for a hammer and some nails from Brannigan’s Hardware. ‘The fuck?’ said Anto, as he looked at the label of the jeans and found they said ‘C. N. Toner’. ‘Huh? What the fuck, these here aren’t my fuckin’ jeans!’ ‘FUCKIN’ BASTARDS!! The cunts have gone an’ fuckin’ gimme some o’r cunt’s jeans. Who the fuck’s Toner, n’ why’s the cunt still labelling his fuckin’ jeans like a fuckin’ child?’

Anto’d spent good money on his jeans, they were his favourite pair and now he began to realise why they felt a bit tighter. He had no idea how he hadn’t clocked it until now, they were even a different shade of denim.

This sort of thing always pissed Anto off no end, as a child he’d lost it when his Ma had lost his favourite Celtic top and then tried to replace it with the newer version. It had lost everything he’d loved about it, the old 1993-94 away design, the fit, the smell, the feel.

He felt his hangover coming on with a vengeance. ‘What da fuck’ve I been playin’ at? What’d I say to thoseuns for the job?’ He couldn’t remember, it was all a blur. He’d probably been rambling, off his nut, he’d fucked it now, he’d made a fool of himself.

Anto began to feel very strange, his skin felt clammy, even as he was under the hot water, he didn’t feel clean, everytime he closed his eyes he kept imagining he’d lost his hands and instead they just ended in conical points. He’d overdone it this time, he was going to die. He tried switching to cold but images just flooded his head of when he was in Donegal as a child and his Da had scared him shitless with tales of the Kelpie, and then afterwards pushed him into a pool of water in the bog. He could see the mad water horse now and he stumbled and fell out’ve the shower gasping for air.

He dressed quickly, in his own clothes now, and headed downstairs. His sister’s were watching Love Island and the inane Essex accents were making him nauseous. ‘How could any cunt sound like ‘at?’ He screamed at them, as he went back to his room to lie down.

His brother was in the room, playing his music, shite homemade techno that he thought sounded sweet, but Anto just didn’t have it in him to say was shite.

He lay down, got under the covers, put his head under the pillow and lay there until he fell into a sweaty and fitful sleep.

He dreamed off everything the previous day, dreamed of Caoimhe, and the other girl he’d got with, dreamed of Big Crick and the feed of pints. Dreamed of that cunt Toner and how he’d had such a good day and night in another fella’s jeans. He woke up to his phone ringing and felt sick.

‘Hello, is this Anthony?’

‘Yeah it is, who’s speaking?’

‘Hi Anthony, this is Sarah again, Sarah Waters, I just wanted to let you know that we were absolutely delighted with your interview and we’d like to offer you the position. When would you like to start?’

‘Awh, I’m sorry, I cant...’

‘Anthony?’

‘Look, I cant, I’m not interested. Alright? It was all a fuckin’ lie, now fuck off.’

‘Excuse me, is this you Anthony? I’m very confused!’

‘Well this here won’t be confusin’ ye, get te fuck, and shut yer fat fuckin’ hole or I’ll come round there and bate the ballix out the lotta yiz, YIZ FUCKIN’ CUNTS!’

He hung up, turned his phone off and rolled over to go back to sleep.

There was no way he’d’ve been able to accept that job. Not after the circumstances. It was all fake, it was all wrong.

Another man’s dreams, in another man’s jeans

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[sithlordintraining]

When You’re Good to Mama

tagged: @rebeccamaximoff , @hoe-for-kylo , @mundane-cup-noodles

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Summary: Greaser Kylo Ren fell in love with good girl Rey Kenobi over the summer. When they unexpectedly discover they’re now in the same high school, will they be able to rekindle their romance? OF COURSE, with a little help from their friends and some singing. But that was Junior year, can their love really stand the course of Senior year, college applications, and other teenage problems?

“The true star of last night was the one and only Marygold Donadieu, dressed in a custom gold floral ball gown by Victoria Phasma as she took home the highest honor. But, what really gained her this name was her acceptance speech where she talked about her daughter,” Juney peered at you over the newspaper. “Her only child with her recently divorced husband, U.S. Defense Attorney, Y/Father’s Full/N. Quote ‘this moment could only be more special if my daughter was here, I’m truly grateful to be the mother of someone who is so smart and kind and wise beyond her years. You can’t go to school for motherhood and sometimes there is more bad than good, but you have taught me more about being mother and myself that I would’ve never learned if it wasn’t for you. I cherish your very existence and I promise to do my best to help you grow into a better young woman. I love you Pearl, thank you.’ End quote.” Juney set down the paper and took in his girlfriends features. You sat there playing with the sleeves of your sweater trying to hold in the bubbly feeling inside of you. Juney’s hand laid on top of yours. “It’s alright to smile, Mama. Come on!” He shook your hand trying to get you to smile. Slowly, your lips began to part showing your beautiful smile. “It’s ok, Mama, I understand it might be a little strange but, you shouldn’t feel bad for her trying to be better,” Juney told you.

The bell on the door of the diner alerting a new customer. Kylo’s boots thudded along the tiles as he made his way to his favorite person and her favorite person. “Hey!” Kylo startled the couple. Before Kylo made his way by you, Juney was scooting over to sit in between. “What are you guys talking about?” Kylo picked up a menu. “Nothing, just reading the paper,” Juney said. “Anything good?” Kylo asked dryly. “Eh...depends on what you're looking for. Ms. Donadieu won.” Juney shrugged and Kylo chuckled. “Yeah, I saw. And did you read her speech?” Kylo said. Y/N nodded with shining eyes. Juney smiled at you as your thumb gently brushing your cheek. “I’d like to thank my daughter.” Kylo mocked Marygold’s voice. “ ‘I couldn’t have done it without you, I love you, you’re the best’. Such a load of crap to fool you Y/N.” Kylo berated her, not even seeing the flicker of sadness that surfaced on his best friends face. “Here you guys go.” The waitress placed the food in front of Juney and Y/N before turning to Kylo for his order. You took one look at the pancakes in front of you and lost your appetite. “Here, you can have mine I’m not hungry.” You pushed the plate away from you. Juney lowered his hand as his eyes glued on you. “Thanks,” Kylo accepted it, quickly digging in. “I’ll be back.” You told Juney before making your way to the bathroom.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?�� Juney spat at Kylo, who gave him a quizzical look. “Get out!” “What?” Kylo asked with a mouthful of pancake. “I said GET OUT!” Juney pushed Kylo out the booth causing him to stumble. “What the fuck man?” Kylo stood tall against Juney. “Are you that fucking dumb? Maybe you really do need tutoring.” Juney said. “So you’re just going to talk shit about your best friend!” Kylo pushed Juney. “No, I’m saying the fucking truth. Instead of lying to her like you and everyone else. Her mother is a fake, she’s just doing this for show! She’s going to be so nice to her and then chew her up and spit her out, it’s what she’s fucking good at!” Kylo yelled. Juney pushed him back. “Don’t fucking say that what the fuck is wrong with you! That’s her mother, so excuse her if she wishes to enjoy that moment!” June yelled. “No, I won’t allow!” Kylo shook his head. “Y/N’s walking around acting dumb as if she doesn’t know what game she is playing!” Juney’s fist tightened and he just had to thank God for some girl stepping in to tell him that you were having a panic attack in the bathroom. “You should leave.” Juney spat before turning to rush into the bathroom after you.

Kylo left livid, he couldn’t believe Juney stepped to him like that! All the Smith boys were fucking assholes. And he couldn’t believe you were dealing with all of them. Huffing, he exited the establishment and walked to his car. “Are you okay?” A small hand was pressed against his shoulder blade as he opened his car. To his surprise, he turned to see Rey with worry lines creasing on her forehead. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He lied. She narrowed her hazel eyes at him; they’ve been together for a year, she knew him better than that. “You’re not, why?” She asked. “It’s nothing.” Kylo shook off. But, Rey persisted and it was one of the things he hated. She wouldn’t stop. “JUST STOP REY!” He yelled making her jump. “Jesus, I know you’re trying to help but please you always do this.” He couldn’t look her in the eye, he felt too bad. “Oh okay,” Rey turned feeling broken. She loved this boy so much and as much as everyone hated it, she wanted to be with him. He was the one that she wanted. Walking into Maz’s she was met with Juney with Y/N tuck tightly under his arm. “Hey, umm...I’m sorry we won’t be able to discuss the talent show, she’s not feeling well. I have to go.” Juney said before pushing past her.

Rey didn’t even want to be here, she didn’t even want to be meeting with Juney to discuss the talent show, but since he did such a good job with the dance Luke pushed him to do it. So now she had to work with the enemy. She rolled her eyes; thinking back at how Y/N looked and Kylo acted something must’ve happened between them. And people said they were a bad pair. Laughter caught her attention; in walked the Pink Ladies. Rizzo stopped to stand right in front of the bun-wearing square and looked her up and down. “Take a picture it last longer,” Rizzo said making all the girls laugh. “WAIT!” She called out, causing them to stop. “I-I want to be a pink lady,” Rey said. Rizzo scoffed. “You’re too pure to be pink.” Rey didn’t take no for an answer and followed them to their table. She was desperate. “You guys are all friends with the Knights and Ben, right?” She asked timidly. The girls looked at each other before nodding. “And Y/N?” Rey asked. Marty and Frenchie sat up straighter. “Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Jan said. “Do you think her and Kylo like each other...more than friends?” Rey was treading in deep waters. These girls were fiercely devoted to Juney and Y/N. “Definitely not, Y/N and Juney are going to get married,” Marty said. Rey was relieved to hear that and Rizzo saw it on her face. “Why? Jealous?” A cold smirk grace Rizzo’s face as she stared down Rey. Her face turned beat red at the accusation. “Instead of preaching the golden rule, you might want to practice it too.” Rizzo snarked before Rey left the table shaken.

Kylo walked down the hallway with a small bouquet of daisies in hand. He didn’t know how this apology would be taken or even look like, but it was simple knowing that flowers are a good gift, right? Approaching the cheerleaders, he locked eyes with you and visibly saw your mood shift. He hadn’t seen you since the diner. “Rey,” He called out. Rey turned around to see the brooding teen nervously holding white daisies. “Um...I just want to say I’m sorry for...well, I know this won’t completely mend things, but you’re not as bad as I’ve made you out to be.” Kylo handed her the flowers as she stood there dumbfounded. “Thank you,” She said breathlessly. Kylo’s lips tugged up and so did hers. All the other girls became giddy around Rey. “Hey, can I talk to you?” Kylo turned to you; Y/N gulped as everyone looked at the three. You nodded walking to a secluded part of the hallway. “That was really nice what you did.” You told Kylo. “Thanks...I’m sorry about what I said,” Kylo told you. “It’s just, I don’t want her to hurt you.” He looked at you with glossy brown eyes. Your chest tightened along with your jaw. “I’m just, the way she treated you at Thanksgiving and the stories you told me has haunted me. And then how she just came back as if none of that happened?! I just, it got me so angry and I didn’t mean to say those things but, mother or not, I love you and I would never want to h-hurt or offend you.” Kylo confessed. How could you be mad at him? If it was the other way around, you’d probably be saying horrible things as well! “I’m not mad at you, but those words hurt. I understand where they came from because I’d do the same thing.” You shrugged. “Your name might not be Benjamin Solo, but you’re my best friend and I love you, too.” It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest. Knowing that you still cared and understood and the fact the friends had not argued, it made Kylo feel like he was moving in the right direction. He sniffled a smile as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “I love you, Princess.” He whispered in her curls. Y/N pulled back. “But, she’s changing. Just like you and everyone deserves chances.” You told him. “Come to dinner.” Kylo looked down warily. You were right, people did deserve chances. He just didn’t think your mother was one of them. “O-Ok, I’ll come.”

Since his parents weren’t with him, he didn’t dress up. Well, he wore a nice sweater and combed his hair. His fingers rapped on the door, his eyes wandered around the front lawn as he waited for an answer. Mary opened the door and let the boy in. “Thank you.” Kylo nodded. “Oh Benji, how are you?” Mr. L/N called out and a smile hit his lips; at least one person called him Benji. “Hi, Mr. L/N.” Kylo turned to him. The two began to chat as they waited for Y/N. “Moonbeam told me how strongly you feel about her mother wishing to be in her life again.” Mr. L/N spoke up and Kylo slouched embarrassed. He didn’t want Mr. L/N to think that he didn’t agree on how he raised his daughter. “It would be wrong for me to say it is not of your concern. You, Juney, and Phasma are my daughter’s closest friends, more like family. And I’ve been open to listening to how she and you all feel. I understand that she has been hurt in the past, but Y/N would like to try with her mother and as her father, I’ll stand by her and watch over her like usual.” He reassured Kylo. But before he could he could speak the front door was opening. “Oh, thank you, Mary!” The sound of Marygold’s voice reached the two fellows that were nestled in the library. They both exit, to see Marygold with platinum curls and long eyelashes removing her jacket and you stood beside her with your hair in a ponytail held by a blue ribbon. Kylo’s jaw dropped at how beautiful you looked with your hair off your face and your poofy white and blue sundress, you looked like a Barbie doll. A small smile fell on his lips as he couldn’t stop staring at you in awe. “I see why you don’t wear dresses Pearl, you make all the boys drool.” Marygold teased as her pink nails tapped at Kylo’s chin. His face felt hot as all eyes were on him. “Come on darling, let’s get ready for dinner.” Your mom held out a hand, sending Kylo a soft smile, you took it and followed her. Dinner was well...strange. It was almost like sitting with the perfect family. Mr. L/N talking about the crazy cases, Marygold telling ridiculous stories about celebrities, them asking about school; Kylo couldn’t believe how much he was laughing. His eyes shifted to you; you looked so happy and so innocent like nothing bad ever happened. “Benji, you’re so quiet, how're your parents?” Marygold asked. “Uh, um they’re fine yes,” Kylo answered. “Is your mother still on the board for the cotillion circuit down at Aldeeran?” She asked. “I-I think so,” Kylo said. “I don’t know if I want to do it.” Y/N said.

“Pearl, it doesn’t hurt to ask.” Her mother ran her fingers through her ponytail and Kylo gripped his fork tighter. “Maybe once I decide.” Y/N said. “Yes, but Pearl, the deadline is almost closed and it wouldn’t hurt to just make sure you have a spot. You’d love it! You’ll be the prettiest one their and you’d have the best date and dance the night away.” A smile fell on your lips; you loved dances and you couldn’t help but think about the night of the dance. “Can Juney come?” You asked with sparkling eyes. “Oh Pearl,” Your mother tsked. “Maybe someone more refined.” Everyone watched your eyes darken. “Marygold,” Your father interjected. It was obvious that Marygold was just not a fan of Juney and that was the only reason Kylo liked her. “Excuse me,” Y/N stood up and left. Eyes followed her out before Mr. L/N was excusing himself and going after his daughter. Kylo and Marygold were left alone at the dinner table. Kylo’s dark eyes burned at the back of her head as she looked at where the rest of them escaped too. “Benji, darling what did I tell you about playing nice?” She turned back with a smirk. “Y/N told me about what you said at the diner, that wasn’t very nice.” With wide eyes he froze. “I don’t want to push her into the arms of another but you need to be punished,” Marygold told Kylo, who sat there speechless. “Now,” She clapped her hands. “If you want to be my son-in-law, be a dear and tell your mother that Y/N would like to be a debutante.” Kylo shook his head. “But, she doesn’t that’s why she stormed off,” Kylo said. “But, if she does, she needs a date and you’re more than qualified as the perfect one.” Kylo quickly shut his mouth at her offer. Would he really stoop this low to be with the girl he loved. “Ok.”