#what happened to mariah carey's sister

[rihanziad]

Mariah Carey Confirms Her Mom Patricia and Sister Alison Both Died on Same Day: 'My Heart Is Broken' (Exclusive)

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[camilaxmartin]

Sorry to send another request! But this one is for Carmilla instead of Rosie. Maybe Zestial could introduce his friend or sister to Carmilla and she sticks around after meetings to chat/flirt with her? You can make as many changes as you like! I hope you're well x

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summary: literally the request beside the fact i made it only about one of their meetings, zestial!friend!reader

warnings: make out session, cursing but i’m not so sure abt it

notes: I WAS SO SCARWS ABOUT THIS ONE BUT EVENTUALLY I LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT!! hope you don’t mind i made them like this already on the first meeting but it just kinda happened:)

requests: open!!

you were a good friend of zestial for… as long as you can remember honestly. you two were always understanding each other and literally wherever he went, you went as well. when hell started gaining more and more overlords you two became sort of friends with alastor and always looked forward to meeting up with that strange deer man. the only person you haven’t actually met was carmilla carmine, zestial wanted you to meet her many times already but fate wanted it that you always had something else planned while he was meeting with her. at some point he started wondering if you just didn’t want to meet her but you reassured him that when another meeting with all the overlords will be thrown, you’ll go with him and finally meet her.

and there we were.

the day of the meeting.

you were running through the darkness of the cave looking for something to wear feeling your anxiety rising up more than it has usually. you groaned finding an old and dirty dress throwing it away and running to another hall of the cave in a search for something at least acceptably good. zestial appeared from the shadows next to you scaring you to your second death as he slowly tilted his head watching you.

“i’ve told you a milion times not to do that!” you groaned punching his legs as it was the only thing of his body that you could reach. his smiled widened at you as he looked around noticing the mess you’ve made in both of yours house. you knew each other so long there wasn’t a reason for you to split into separate homes when this cave was big enough for more than you two. zestial didn’t even flinch at your punch and his eyes started glowing more.

“what’s the problem lief? wherefore art thee in such a sweaty haste?” he asked as his smile widened even more like he already knew the answer. you groaned again and shook your head.

“i don’t have anything presentable to wear. i don’t want to be overdressed but also underdressed. it’s an overlords meeting after all. it’s been a while since i’ve been to one” you explained and groaned once more as zestial gently put one of his hands onto your shoulder.

“don’t thee w'rry, whatev'r thee weareth shall beest fine. nay one actually pays attention to what we’re wearing” he said softly and squeezed your shoulder gently, smiling down at you. you grabbed his hand with yours and smiled to him as well. zestial then narrowed his four eyes slightly and his smile turned into more of a smirk. “and t won’t affect carmilla’s first impression of thee” he added and you pushed his hand away noticing his implication.

“oh stop! i don’t want to impress her i just… you’ve told me so many amazing things about her what she is and what not and i don’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of her… or anyone! for that matter” you mumbled and zestial laughed softly at your words shaking his head as he walked over to a huge wardrobe in the room you two were talking in.

“you’ll beest fine. if 't be true you’ll alloweth me i wouldst chooseth this f'r the present day.” he said taking out one of your dresses that was more on the comfortable side than the presentable one. “carmilla shall appreciateth thy professionalism” he added and smiled at the mention of his friend. you rolled your eyes at him and grabbed the dress out of his hand looking at it while tilting your head.

“you really think i should choose this one?” you asked and he just nodded his head disappearing into the shadows again to give you some privacy to change. you groaned but decided to go with his choice, picking out some accessories for it, to try and make it look less plain.

you sighed looking at your reflection on the cave’s wall as it was made from clear quartz. you smiled to yourself and chuckled actually enjoying how you finally looked. zestial appeared behind you and smiled at your sight as well looking you up and down.

“thee behold ravishing, the lady shall loveth to meeteth thee” he said and took out his hand for you to hold as you needed to leave the cave now not to be late. with a wide smile, you took his hand and let him lead you out of the cave, grabbing some jacket on your way out so you wouldn’t get cold later.

you two met up with alastor on your way to the carmine’s property. alastor greeted you both with a wide smile (as usual) and complimented your outfit stating that he’s surprised you’d even dress up for something like this. maybe it wasn’t a full compliment after all, but you decided not to worry about him, after all he’s always been like that. as you reached the top floor, you were met with other overlords gathering for the meeting as well. rosie almost immediately walked over to alastor as she gave you a soft smile.

you smiled back and walked with zestial to the room in which the meeting was about to take place. zestial sat down in a chair close to the projector and you sat down next to him, alastor being on your other side. you started fidgeting with your fingers a bit waiting for the meeting to start and zestial put one of his hands onto yours trying to keep you calm.

as the meeting finally began you saw a demoness walking into the room with two smaller ones on both of her sides. your eyes immediately noticed her huge horns which only after starring at them for a while looked more like hair than actual horns. one of the girls that walked with her tilted her head noticing you sitting where you had, but she just shrugged it off and sat down next to the other one without making a scene about it. you almost didn’t catch it as you were still starring at the beautiful demoness in front of you. she had a stoic expression on her face as her eyes scanned the room and noticed you and zestial. her head tilted slightly yet her expression changed into a more pleasant one as she walked over to zestial.

“glad you’re here” she said to him with a smile as he gave her one back. you tried to stay calm.

“always a pleasure, carmilla” he responded and her smile widened even more. her eyes then moved onto you and literally read you off of your face yet she didn’t utter a word to you. her face went back to that stoic peace as she started the meeting explaining why she gathered all of you together and what were her new plans for hell.

when the meeting was finally done all of the overlords started leaving the room, leaving only you, zestial, carmilla and her daughters in it. carmilla was gathering all her notes from the table while her daughters were turning off the projector when zestial stood up and signalled for you to do the same. you quickly stood up and fixed your dress a bit as he smiled at you and then slowly walked over to carmilla’s side. you just watched him, standing behind the chair you were previously sitting in.

“carmilla, this is the lady i did want thee to meeteth f'r so longeth” he said and she immediately left her notes alone as her head turned to you with w soft smile on her face. “y/n, carmilla. carmilla, y/n” he said and moved away a bit so she could walk to you.

carmilla almost immediately walked towards you and stood before you taking out her hand for you to shake. which you immediately did praying to whoever was listening you that your palm wasn’t sweaty. “a pleasure to finally meet you dear” she said while shaking your hand and smiling to you wider than she’s before. you smiled back trying not to look too excited as you squeezed her hand softly in the handshake.

“the pleasures all mine, after all i should’ve met you long time ago” you said with a soft chuckle and she nodded with a remaining smile. her daughters watched the interaction with curiosity while zestial started smiling at the two demons noticing their curious gaze.

“better late than never” she chuckled and finally let go of your hand as she looked over to her daughter’s signalling that they’re free to go. the pair smiled to her and left in a hurry definitely having something planned for their time already. zestial caught your gaze and smiled softly to you, in a way that was supposed to show you he was right about not needing to stress about the outfit. you rolled your eyes at him yet carmilla was the first to catch it, as she chuckled softly and then looked over to zestial.

“do you two want to stay a while? we can do some catching up” she said mostly having zestial in her mind. you shrugged at her words and nodded not having anything else planned for the evening and expected zestial to do the same, but you were so wrong.

“sadly i can’t carmilla. ive did promise alast'r id seeth that gent aft'r the meeting.” liar. you knew he didn’t have any plans for tonight. you eyed him up and down but he chose to ignore your gaze. “but y/n already did agree so thee won’t beest b'r'd” he added and nodded to carmilla as a goodbye while walking over to the door.

carmilla frowned a bit not knowing about what exactly was she supposed to be talking with you while her friend wasn’t there but she definitely wasn’t going to throw you out as you’ve already agreed to stay with her. zestial smirked to you while he was leaving and you swore, you’d kill him when you get back home later tonight.

“we can get to know each other” carmilla said with a forced smile as she sighed and gathered her notes again. you started fidgeting with your fingers again.

“it’s okay if you want me to go, i understand you meant mostly for zestial to stay with you” you said as you looked at her and started noticing more and more of the details of her face the more you were staring at her. she sighed at your words but shook her head no, taking all the notes into her huge hands.

“there’s no need” she said waving one of her hands as the other kept all the notes from falling out of her grab. “i’m sure we can think something out as i’ve already asked you too to stay” she said and walked over to one of the door turning her head back to you waiting for you to follow her.

you almost immediately followed her and she hummed opening the door to her office and keeping it open for you to come in as well. you gave her a quick ‘thank you’ as you walked in, and she nodded her head closing the door behind you. carmilla walked over to her desk and dropped all the papers onto her desk as she walked over to her chair next and sat down in it with a loud grunt from her throat, closing her eyes. after a second she opened them to notice you still standing next to the door as she moved her hand pointing to the chairs in front of her desk, telling you that you can have a sit. you smiled to her and immediately went to sit down as well.

carmilla closed her eyes again and moved one of her hands to stroke her forehead as if her head was burning. you tilted you head slightly.

“are you stressed?” you asked out of the blue and carmilla opened her eyes softly, looking at you halfy confused and intrigued with why would you ask her that.

“a bit” she responded and sighed, not keeping her profesional posture anymore as she got more comfortable in her seat. you smiled uncontrollably seeing her being comfortable around you enough to let herself loosen the straight up persona.

“what is bothering you?” you asked and carmilla scoffed waving her other hand in the air and rolling her eyes as she whispered something in spanish under her breath. you bit your lip looking at her trying to figure out if you should let her be or dig a bit deeper. “i know a few ways to relax” you said and carmilla chuckled at your words as she looked at your rather playfully. only after a moment you realised how your sentence sounded and chuckled as well, rolling your eyes in a more of a relaxed manner.

“and what would they be?” carmilla asked as she took her hand away from her forehead and continued looking at you, gently rising one of her eyebrows now as she fixed her composure and the way she was sitting. you decided to shoot your shot, it was hell after all, what’s the worst that can happen?

“you know, some people relax while having a massage, other prefer partying out their worries” you said as you moved your hands with your words, carmilla’s eyes noticing every small move of them. “and there’s people who say pleasure is also a good way to take away the stress” you added with a small smirk and carmilla started laughing as she put her hands on the desk for some support.

“you’re a bold one” she said still laughing and you just shrugged trying to keep the confidence but also wanting to see if this situation can turn into something more.

after she stopped laughing she took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh. “it seems having a good laugh helps as well” she said grinning and watching your whole figure sitting in the chair. you smiled to her uncontrollably and started playing with your fingers again. carmilla’s eyes immediately went down to your hands as she narrowed her brows and she now started to slightly lean over her desk. “don’t do that” she said looking at your hands and it took you a second to realise what she was referring to.

“oh, don’t worry about it” you said a bit nervously as you chuckled, yet carmilla’s gaze wasn’t getting any softer.

“i’m serious” she said and looked up onto your face again “don’t ruin your pretty hands with something as stupid as being nervous” she added and stopped leaning over her desk, leaning her back against her chair. you couldn’t help but catch her words and started smiling to yourself a bit.

“so i have pretty hands?” you asked and carmilla’s eyebrow went up at your question yet her expression stayed stoic. you smirked to her as you noticed her raised eyebrow and waited for her response. yet carmilla didn’t seem to be planning on saying something as she just looked down at all the papers on her desk, suddenly looking for something only with her eyes. you chuckled to yourself as you felt like you’ve stroke a jackpot.

“aren’t you going to respond?” you asked with a soft chuckle as you got up from your seat and walked over closer to her chair. her eyes were on you the whole time like they were always looking for some danger. you smiled more as you noticed her gaze and as you finally walked over to her enough to be standing right next to her chair. carmilla was looking at you a bit suspiciously but some curiosity was dancing in her gaze as well.

“what are you planning on doing now?” she asked as she turned her chair a bit so she was facing you fully now. you giggled and shrugged trying to appear nonchalant. lies, she saw better than that.

“i’m planning on waiting for you response” you chuckle as you put your hands on your hips looking down at her face. “and offering you a scalp massage” you added with a smile and carmilla’s eyes went wide.

“a scalp massage?” she asked a bit confused while narrowing her eyes at you. you chuckled and nodded your head.

“yes, it helps with headaches and stress” you explained and made another step into her direction closing the space between you more and more. “can i?” you asked looking at her pinned up hair.

carmilla bit her lip looking away from you as she closed her eyes and sighed, nodding her head. “yes, yes you can�� she said softly and moved one of her hands to her ‘hair’, pulling at the ribbon that was keeping her hair up, pulling it out completely and letting her hair fall down.

you literally felt how your hands started shaking at the sight of her with her hair down and you couldn’t stop staring at her. your eyes roamed her up and down yet mostly they focused on her face and how beautifully the hair was capturing it. she cleared her throat feeling a bit uneasy under your gaze but in a nervous way, not an uncomfortable one. the sound took you down to hell as you smiled dumbly feeling your cheeks blush.

“sorry” you said as you moved your hands onto her head and started slowly slipping your fingers through her hair not even massaging her scull yet. “you just… i just wasn’t prepared to see you like this” you said and chuckled a bit at your own words. carmilla chuckled as well but decided to push her luck.

“like this? what do you mean?” she asked leaning back in her chair a bit more so that you’d need to take another step closer to her. you haven’t noticed she did it on purpose as you made that step closer now standing right between her legs. you looked down at her legs on both sides of yours and your face flushed even more, as you brought your eyes up again looking at the top of her head. carmilla hummed seeing your reaction and her eyes immediately went up to your face.

“you know…” you started as you remembered she’s asked you a question. your hands started to massage her scull finally and she grunted a bit at the feeling making your pink cheeks turn red now. “this… beautiful” you shrugged saying it as nothing else was coming into your mind. carmilla blinked at your words still looking up at your face but with a slight of surprise on her face as well.

“beautiful? you find me beautiful?” she asked sounding generous yet a hint of tease could be heard in her voice. you bit your lip and rolled your eyes making your fingers scratch her scalp a bit now.

“i do” you said nodding your head softly. “when i saw you entering that meeting i couldn’t take my eyes off of you, but when you let your hair down-“ you chuckled and heard her grunting again when your fingers pressed down harder. “i think beautiful is an understatement at this point” you added and laughed as carmilla felt her cheeks blush this time. she covered it up with a chuckle from her as well yet your eyes were able catch her rosy cheeks.

you started massaging her scull more now putting more pressure into it and trying to focus on it rather than on the fact how close you were to her and that she literally had you in her grip. carmilla closed her eyes at some point enjoying the massage and letting out many sounds showing how much she enjoyed your massage. you tried your best not to let them affect you yet your red cheeks were speaking for themselves.

you slipped your fingers through her hair more and more getting to more parts of her scull as carmilla was just sitting there enjoying it. at some point her hands moved from her armrests to your hips to keep you close and mostly, to keep her stable as she needed some grounding. you chuckled at the feeling and continued your ministrations actually enjoying the feeling of her hands on your hips.

suddenly, your fingers got stuck in her hair and you tried to get them out, gently pulling at her hair. you didn’t expect the hair to get so tangled around your finger but something you didn’t expect even more was the moan that left carmilla when you pulled at her hair. her hands gripped your hips a bit as the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard left her mouth. making both of your cheeks flush, making yours turn from red to maroon. carmilla opened her eyes immediately and looked up at you as her hands were still holding you still at your hips. you looked down at her as well, making eye contact and not controlling the smirk that creeped up onto your face.

“you liked that, huh?” you asked and carmilla looked away her cheeks blushing even more. you chuckled and pulled at her hair again, on purpose this time. she didn’t expect it again and let out a high-pitched groan, bitting down on her lip almost immediately to keep her sounds in.

you smirked wider and made it your mission to pull more of that sounds out from her. carmilla looked up at you again and noticed your smirk knowing well that you were planning something. her hands gripped your hips tighter and you bit your lip as well, fingers dipping into her hair more. carmilla smirked seeing your reaction and closed her legs a bit so that they’d keep you in place, as well as right between them.

she moved her head a bit so she was more looking up at you know, but you were still able to massage her scalp. she looked at you with a smirk and some kind of lazy eyes as the moves of your fingers were playing with her a bit. you chuckled looking down into her eyes and enjoying the feeling of her legs squeezing yours.

“i’m thinking of letting you give me an actual massage” she chuckled and you looked away from her chuckling nervously as well. carmilla licked her lips and gripped your hips tighter her huge hands covering most of your waist.

“if you want it, i’m down” you replied and went back to scratching at her scull. she chuckled but then it turned into a moan when you found another good spot on her head, yet this time she wasn’t hiding the sound anymore. she bit her lip again but continued on softly moaning when your hands kept on massaging her scalp.

after a moment of silence between you two, one of her hand started to slowly move up your body touching your stomach, then your ribs, just so softly tracing the underside of your boob and then going to rest on your shoulder. you bit your lip at the feel of her hand and tried to keep a straight face as you continued on massaging her. carmilla chuckled seeing your reaction as her other hand gripped your hip again. you let out a groan at the feeling and she chuckled, her legs squeezing you once again.

“are you alright?” she asked suddenly and your eyes immediately went to hers. “you look a bit… red” she added with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes playfully at her but when her finger started gently stroking your collarbone you let out a sigh.

“said the one who’s just as red as i am” you replied right back and she smirked enjoying the confidence you were giving her.

“you’re bold, mi cariño” she said and you felt your legs going weak at the spanish nickname. she noticed as well and licked her lips, enjoying her affect on you.

“you seem to like me being bold” you said pushing your fingers a bit harder as she groaned and nodded her head softly, her fingers still tracing your collarbone.

“you have no idea how much” she replied as her hand on your hip started to stroke your body there. you bit your lip again and started to grow more and more impatient. as was she, but you couldn’t have known that.

you softly moved your hands from her hair down to her face and cupped her cheeks looking into her eyes like searching for permission. she smirked seeing your gaze as her hand gripped your hip harder this time, as did her legs.

“what?” she asked knowing exactly what you were asking for not using your words. you rolled your eyes at her question and leaned down a bit your nose almost touching hers now.

“can i kiss you, beautiful?” you asked and carmilla felt her cheeks blush again at the end. she took a deep breath in looking deep into her eyes and stayed silent for a moment just enjoying how the question hang in the air while her hands were touching your body and yours were touching her face.

her gaze softened after a second and she nodded her head. “yes, yes you can” she said and you smiled at her, the smile being the most generous one she’s ever seen in hell.

you moved her face up a bit, touching her nose with yours and you giggled, carmilla closing her eyes at the sound and smiling wide herself. after a second you moved your head down not even by an inch and finally touched her lips with yours.

when your lips finally connected both of her hands gripped your body keeping you close to her as if she was afraid you’d run away. you smiled into the kiss and tried to make it more of a soft one yet the way she was gripping you and the way her legs were squeezing your figure have shown you that she wasn’t in a mood for a soft kiss.

before you could even react her hand on your shoulder moved to your neck and pulled you even more into her, deepening the kiss as she swiftly slipped her tongue into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss and she just smiled fighting with you for dominance which after a while you lost. carmilla moaned as well feeling you finally submissive to her and her hand left your neck going back to your shoulder again.

you moaned again and as you were about to pull away she moved her lips from yours down to your jaw and then to your neck, leaving trails and trails of wet and sloppy kisses there, literally marking you with her black lipstick. you kept on moaning softly, as your hands went back into her hair pulling at it slightly, showing how badly you were enjoying yourself.

carmilla smirked at your reaction as her hand on your hips gripped you again. her mouth suddenly sucked a hickey on your neck and you yelped slightly tugging at her hair more. she moaned at the feeling and started softly nibbling on your neck pulling more and more sounds out of you.

when you two were going at it you haven’t heard the door to her office open, at least not until you heard a thud of something falling down onto the ground. you two immediately opened your eyes and leaned away looking towards the door. you saw both of her daughters standing there and noticed the small pile of papers on the ground as the blonde one must’ve been the one to drop it.

carmilla looked at them sheepishly and chuckled uncomfortably, tying her hair back and trying to act as professional as she could. the two girls shared a look and one of them bent down to grab the papers. after that they both rolled their eyes, one of them more annoyed while the other more amused.

“we will come back later, mom” the blonde one shot as they both walked out of the office shutting the door after them with a rather loud thud.

carmilla started laughing when they left but it was more of an uncomfortable and uncontrollable laugh yet it didn’t stop you from laughing with her as well. her two daughters just caught her sucking your skin off in her office yet for some reason laughing was calming you two down.

after this, you knew that anytime zestial would be meeting with carmilla now you’d definitely come along and maybe… probably… surely you will be meeting up with her now even without your shared friend.

translations:

"what's the problem lief? wherefore art thee in such a sweaty haste?" - “what’s the problem my friend? why are you in such a hurry?”

"don't thee w'rry, whatev'r thee weareth shall beest fine. nay one actually pays attention to what we're wearing" - “don’t worry, whatever you wear will be fine. no one actually pays attention to what we’re wearing”

"and t won't affect carmilla's first impression of thee" - “and it won’t affect carmilla’s first impression of you”

"you'll beest fine. if 't be true you'll alloweth me i wouldst chooseth this f'r the present day." - “you’ll be fine. if you let me, i would choose this for today”

"carmilla shall appreciateth thy professionalism" - “carmilla will appreciate your professionalism”

"thee behold ravishing, the lady shall loveth to meeteth thee" - “you look ravishing, she will love to meet you”

"carmilla, this is the lady i did want thee to meeteth f'r so longeth" - “carmilla this is the friend i wanted you to meet for so long”

“sadly i can’t carmilla. ive did promise alast'r id seeth that gent aft'r the meeting. but y/n already did agree so thee won’t beest b'r'd” - sadly i can’t carmilla. ive promised alastor id see him after the meeting. but y/n already agreed so you won’t be bored

all translations from here!

[justrainandcoffee]

Non, je ne regrette rien (Eames x fem!oc)

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Summary: I regret nothing, sang Edith Piaf. Jasmine Prince wished she could say the same. It happened five years ago when she was still living in Los Angeles. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened even when it shouldn't have because Eames was her sister' ex. More than sister, her twin.|| For the past two years she has been living in Paris. She liked France, nothing disturbed her peace. Until that day when heading to her back home, she found him.

Warnings: Mention of sex. Guilt.

Words: 2.1 K || Finally I found a good plot to start this story.

2005.

Sophia was her best friend, her confident, her accomplice, her sibling… her fucking twin. And Jasmine did what it was forbidden, not by law, but by the moral compass. She kissed and she fucked Sophia's ex.

The fact that she was drunk didn't justify a shit. She knew what she was doing, she let him seduce her.

Sophia was back in Canada, where they were born and lived for over a decade ago with their parents, and Jasmine stayed in Los Angeles studying.

Her twin met Eames in 2001, when a mutual friend introduced Sophia to him. It was attraction at first sight. Sophia was beautiful and God gifted her with grace and a charming personality.

By that time the twins were 21 and Eames 26 and the first time Jasmine heard his name when Sophia described him as "weird". Weird but hot, she said. But it was obvious that Eames had caused a good impression on her. And Jasmine knew her sister very well to know that it was matter of time before she claimed that he was in love with that boy.

And for the next two years, they were a couple even when sometimes Sophia felt a bit insecure for his constant trips around the world. But sooner or later he returned to her and Jasmine was sure that Eames was never unfaithful. Or at least he didn't seem to be one of those guys.

She did remember very well the first time she saw him. His hairstyle, his clothes… Eames was the kind of man that she, Jasmine, could never have chosen. That was one of the things that the twins didn't have in common. Their taste in men was very different. As for the rest, they were quite similar.

Both twins had the same height, similar weight and both had the same dark blonde hair colour, except that Jasmine used to dye her hair of different colours. The only natural difference between them were the eyes colour: while Sophia's eyes were green, Jasmine's ones were hazel.

Eames and Sophia lasted two years, till 2003, together before splitting definitely. The last six months of their relationship it was awful to say the least. They tried, and failed, to be together but the constant arguments were tiring both of them. Jasmine was the one who comfort her sister when Eames left the country to move to London. Despite everything, she loved him.

It took over six months to be herself again but Sophia was ready to leave everything behind her and start a new life in their native country. Their city, Calgary in Alberta, was a beautiful place and Sophia needed a change.

And two years later she was still living there.

Mariah Carey was sounding when Jasmine approached the bartender to ask him for another cocktail. She was there with some colleagues celebrating a birthday. It was a small group, only five, but they were having fun. Hearing her name for sure surprised her but not as much when she saw who it was.

There was him, his former brother-in-law, with a bottle of beer in his hand and that typical smile of his.

They greeted each other cordially, despite her sister cried after Eames left the country, Jasmine didn't hate him nor was resentful towards him. And neither was Sophia.

Maybe if her boss hadn't started to flirt with with one of Eames friends the same moment they were greeting each other after those years, then Jasmine hadn't been forced to spend time with him. Because the moment her boss did that, both groups of friends become one.

And it was good. The music was great, the cocktails were amazing and the anecdotes people were telling there were fun.

Eames invited her to dance. 2005 seemed to be a good year for the Black Eyed Peas and they were sounding when he took her hand.

Oh, twins were the fantasy of many. And Eames was too quick-witted to be oblivious to it. It was his first thought as soon as Sophia told him that she had a twin. It was a thought that crossed his mind, joked with Sophia about it and in return she smacked his arm. Jasmine was out of the deal. He knew that and a soon as he met the mentioned sister he understood what Sophia meant. Apart from that, Jasmine become a good friend of his and he loved Sophie.

But that was two years ago. Four if he counted the moment he met his ex. All Eames knew now was that the other twin was dancing with him, that his hands were on her hips and that he was lost in her hair that in 2005 was magenta.

Jasmine was sure she wasn't flirting because she could never do that, not even if she was slightly drunk. Not to Sophie, her goddamn twin! She was just dancing feeling the Black Eyed Peas rhythm. Just dancing, right? Not flirting. It wasn't her fault that music was sexy.

But she didn't stop him when she felt his lips on her neck, either.

Jasmine didn't know what happened with Eames those years but he was… bigger. His arms, his back... Eames was different and she noticed the change even under the intoxication that the alcohol provoked to her. The worst part was that now she liked what she had in front of her. So, not hearing her common sense, she put her lips on his.

Eames wasted no time in pushing her to him, reciprocating her kiss. She tasted like strawberry daiquiri. And tasted like the forbidden should taste: amazing. Sinfully delicious.

For a moment her brain cells synapsed and she pulled away from him. "It's wrong," Jasmine said.

"We can stop if you want," two of his fingers were caressing her lower back so slowly that she felt she was going to collapse.

"Eames, don't you think that…?"

"No, I don't think so," he replied kissing her.

So she let him. Jasmine let her future self deal with the consequences of that night. When finally they found an empty sofa they sat there where they continue making out.

There's an implicit code, law, whatever you want to name it, between good friends, siblings but even more between twins. Because no matter what he or she is your other half. Your twin is the most important person in the world and in the moment that Jasmine kissed Eames she broke the most important code she had.

For the past year and a half, Jasmine had been lonely. Without Sophia, something changed in her. Probably because it was the first time in 25 years that she wasn't with her at all hours. And her love life was a succession of horrible dates and waste of time. All she had was her work. It was a pathetic excuse, she knew that. But it was true that she needed something like that. Like him.

By the end of the night, Eames was going with her to her apartment. A rented place that it was cheaper that it should be but she wasn't going to complain about it.

He asked her again if she was sure and once again she answer him, with a kiss.

The floor was decorated now with his shirt, her trousers and boots and over the small bed were both of them.

"Jas," whispered Eames thrusting her for the first time, she let out a quiet moan. Her legs were around his hips and her eyes were closed.

They were identical, not counting the colour of their hair and eyes, but there was something about Jasmine that Sophia didn't have. But Eames didn't know what it was yet.

After her second orgasm and that Eames finished, too. Her lips found his one last time before falling asleep. She didn't hear him say how beautiful she was.

Eames was still there the next morning when she woke up. His muscular arm was around her waist and his usually combed hair was completely disheveled. Her head hurt, she was thirsty and the sunlight bothered her. She didn't need to be an actual doctor to know that she was suffering from a hangover.

When Jasmine went to the bathroom she drank two glasses of water before looking herself in the mirror. All she could see when she looked at herself was the reflection of her sister. Looking at her, judging her.

You fucked my ex boyfriend.

Kissing him was bad enough. But having sex was completely unforgivable. She betrayed Sophia.

Never in her life she felt so dirty. She hated herself. Those kind of things were unforgivable.

"Jas?" The his voice from the other side of the door made her jump. "Are you there?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she lied. "Eames, you should go."

"Jas, can we talk, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me sweetheart, Eames! We can't talk! Just go!"

"Not until we talk like the adults we are."

Jasmine sighed and opened the door. She thanked that he was dressed by now. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried. I asked if you wanted to continue, you said yes. I asked again, you kissed me. I kissed you. I didn't want to stop, but I was aware that maybe you were going to regret it. So I asked again. By the time we arrived here I asked a fifth time and your answer was another kiss. Jas, it just happened. We are adults, we agree. I loved your sister but I didn't see her in two years and the last months of our relationship were awful and you know that. I didn't expect this to happen, but it happened."

"I don't know if you have siblings and I don't care, Eames. But I do have one: Sophie. And I love her! I love my sister… but. You don't understand, do you? It's my fault, I was vulnerable, I needed a good night… just go, Eames. I'm the one who's going to deal with the consequences."

"It can be our secret."

Jasmine looked at him and bit her lower lip. There wasn't any secrets between the sisters. Sophie knew about from Jas' first crush when she was 12, to her first time when she was 20. All their lives they shared everything, even now that they were miles and miles away from each other.

"Just go, Eames."

"I don't regret it, if you want to know. I regret nothing," he said before leaving her apartment and leaving inside a very upset, sad and guilty Jasmine Prince.

2010. Five years later. Paris.

"Mercy," she said to the barista who sold her a cup of coffee and two croissants before going back to her home, after a long day of work.

It was cloudy, but it wasn't raining yet. Jasmine sat in an old bench watching the pigeons and people. Paris was a beautiful place, probably the most beautiful place she ever lived in.

Two and a half years ago she left North America and now was living in the old continent. She had a small dental clinic and even when in the beginning was a bit difficult now she had her patients and new more call asking for an appointment every day. Her new apartment was nice and her ferrets, Lyra and Orion, were a constant source of entertainment. She couldn't complain.

After finishing her coffee and croissants, she stood up from the bench ready to finally go home.

Paris was a very cosmopolitan city and she was used to hear people speaking different languages. But she stopped suddenly when she heard them talking her mother tongue. It wasn't the fact that she heard three men speaking English, it was the fact that she recognized the voice of one of them.

Billions and billions of people living in this world and he was there. Right in front of her.

"We need to go, Eames. Ariadne needs to finish her…" a blond man with blue eyes stopped talking and now was looking at Eames and at the woman who was standing in front of them.

Near them, a street musician picked up his violin to start playing the very famous song in exchange for some money.

Non, je ne regrette rien…

"Jas…"

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NEXT

[celticcrossanon]

I will finish by saying that although King Charles is the Head of the Commonwealth, that gives him no constitutional power in any of the Commonwealth Nations, and if a nation of which he is not head of state, like Nigeria, choses to bring the Harkles over for a visit and (presumably) treat them like royalty, then there is little to nothing that King Charles can do about it outside of normal diplomatic channels…“

Celta, removing the Sussexes’ titles would do something about it! That would quash any royal-adjacent shine that nations like Nigeria may think they’re getting by romancing the Sux. I realize that the removal of their titles is Parliament’s domain, and not Charles’, but KC3 has great influence to make that happen, and even if he doesn’t pursue it, Parliament should move forward on their own. It’s the only way to end this ridiculous (and diplomatically dangerous) Sussex faux-royaling… interfering in Canadian/UK/First Nations treaties, nagging USDoD military officials, trying to bum free rides from POTUS on Air Force One, flouncing around Nigeria on a faux-royal "tour,” etc. Allies of the UK put up with H’s shenanigans merely out of diplomatic respect for KC3/UK. Even Nigeria would lose interest in the Sussexes if H/M were no longer “royal.” Let’s see them welcome their “good sister” Meghan when she’s just plain old Meghan Markle from LA once again! Nigeria will pull a Mariah Carey “we don’t know her” so fast Megs’ head will spin!

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Hi Nonny,

It would, and it would be a very clear message. However, I think that would create other issues and feed into the Harkle victim narrative as well as giving them the chance to play the race card (they took away my titles because my wife is black). So the King would have to weigh up the consequences of that action and decide if it was worth it or not. It would be much better of the titles were removed because of some action where they can’t play the race card and have anyone with sense believe them.

What would help as an interim move is simply removing them from the website like all other non working royals, but the time for that has come and gone and it was not done.

I would love to see the Harkles reduced to Mr and Mrs Mountbatten Windsor, but I think it needs to be done in such a way that they can not play the race card - they would still try, but it would be so ludicrous that it would not stick.

Just by the way, I believe that Parliament has said the removal of royal titles is completely in The King’s hands and not something that they can do.

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 9/22

What am I feeling today?

I’m feeling pretty encouraged! Two of my friends who are also studying the Bible are coming out to my church this morning and I’m just excited for them to meet everyone and continue growing in their relationship with God!🙏🏼

Bible Plan:

Philippians 4:8 puts us in line, "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." I know it's hard not to let your thoughts wander and dream into the idea of a future romance. I get it. Truthfully, I'm not saying this is wrong, but I feel we have fallen into the enemy's trap when we allow our mythicized ideas of the future to become the leading narrative in our life. We allow the fantasy to take the place of what is true, noble, right, and pure. Fantasy is not from God.

God promises to give you a future, not a fantasy. "I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out - plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for." Jeremiah 29:11

Ask yourself: Am I praying for God to fulfill my fantasy or my future?

*Cue Mariah Carey* "But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby, when I close my eyes, you come and take me, on and on and on. It's so deep in my daydreams, but it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby!" Wow, I feel called out by Mariah.

Are you applying your faith to a thing you've built into an idol and asking heaven to breathe life into a lifeless god? Are you allowing God to speak the truth to you and purify your motives, or are you clinging to your fears and pretending to mask them with false spirituality?

Take some time to evaluate your heart's motives and seek the Lord if you've made an idol out of your fantasies. Ask Him to give you hope for the future He has for you.

I’m definitely guilty of building up fantasies! That was a very big thing for me throughout my life and I can still be prone to it. But I have to remind myself that when I build up fantasies of a guy, it does me no benefit and it starts to make that man an idol for me when there should really be no one besides God.

Before, I used to pray for specific guy, that God would grant that for me. But now I pray for my character, that He aligns my desires with His plans for my future, that He uses me as a vessel in whichever way He sees fit. Granted, I would still like to be in a relationship, but I trust God and His plan and timing and whatever happens, happens🙏🏼

Philippians 4:4-9 NIV

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”

THERES SO MUCH TO APPLY FROM HERE!!

the first practical is to be rejoicing always. we all go through difficult times but the key is to rejoice despite all that may happen.

second practical is to let your gentleness be evident to all. how to put this in practice? smile and greet everyone you see today, speak kindly to everyone you encounter, have an open body language - present yourself softly <3

third practical is avoiding anxiousness by praying through everything! if anything at all is making you feel negative, pray about it! give thanks and present it all to God!

Finally, thinking about such things (take notice of your thoughts, if you notice something that doesn’t align, pray through that thought and ask God to renew your mind and heart on the daily so that you can think of righteous things above!) - also, with the practicals above, that’s how you put the word into practice and obey the word, give yourself a challenge from the Bible every single day so you are not to be deceived!

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 102 // How Do You Feel? // Day 78

Contents (Warnings): Sum up what's left (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: definitely not Mariah Carey's all I want for Christmas is you.

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(Dec. 20th, Tuesday)

Lynette

It had been nearly two weeks since the incident.

After we were collected, given immediate care, exchanged our testimonies, and debriefed, we were allowed to go home. 

Most of it was mashed together in my mind. I figured it was due to how fast everything happened. Working at the pizzeria is a testimony to that statement. 

I knew there were mass casualties—most of the people in the basement were recovered, and Andras, along with Victoria, were in custody, most likely going to be put to death.

I didn't know the extent of the C.P.P.A.'s legal system and wanted to avoid asking Wicks. Despite claiming he was okay, I knew he wasn't. 

Lately, he was antsy. He'd check on me every hour, and each time he did, he'd offer me sweets—far more than usual. His excuse was that he had to dispose of the ever-increasing keep-away-from-Lentils stash.

And before I left today, he made me promise three things. 

"One, you won't go out with anyone, monster or not, unless Charletta, Mom, Dad, or I go with you."

It felt fair for now. I hadn't made any human friends. 

"Two, IF anyone bothers you after you tell them to leave or you feel uneasy about them in any way. Use your knife."

I received it after finishing my training last week. I currently had it strapped to my belt, concealed behind my jacket at my back. 

I was afraid to admit that even thinking about seriously stabbing someone scared me. 

It'll get more manageable if I keep training with Garter. I assured myself.

"Three, if you get in a coworker-related trouble again at any point, you're quitting."

It was the only compromise I'd give him. It wasn't their fault. Neither Claudia nor Drake expected that to happen. I convinced him to agree, but I wasn't sure if I'd go back or not.

"Here's your pretzel," my sister said. She unconsciously hummed the current Christmas song on the speakers: ' All I want for Christmas is no copyright infringements.' 

We were at the mall together, getting last-minute Christmas gifts for the family. All we had to do was wait for Wenna to arrive. 

I still think dragging me along with them is a bad idea. I thought.

After what happened, Drake wasn't permitted to be around me for the next month. Because of the extreme stress of being constantly deprived of energy and drinking my blood back to back to back, he got addicted. 

From what I understood, if a vampire was under pressure and continued to drink from the same person, their body deemed no other "resources" available, so it'd become possessive and protective over that "resource." That'd also mean they'd exclusively crave that being's blood. 

So, Drake would be drinking animal blood for the next month to 'reset his palette.' This apparently happened to him with Elise, Viola's partner as well.  

Wenna assured me she'd stay at Viola's house after she left the mall, so Drake wouldn't have exposure to my scent either. 

It made giving him a birthday gift a little more complicated. I said in my head as I took a bite of the pretzel while we walked. Charletta happily tore into hers beside me.

We had yet to walk into any festively decorated storefronts, but seeing them made my smile come alive. Not that I hadn't been to the mall in a while—Wicks and I'd come here at least once a month since the rock climbing place we visited every week was next door.

The adorning wreaths and garlands in cahoots with the cinnamon and pine scents delighted me. I loved buying gifts for people, and this was the holiday with the biggest and best excuse to spend my money on it. I hadn't had a reason to use much of the money I'd made at the pizzeria. 

This realization brought me back to what I should do. If I stayed, I planned on going back after Christmas. 

After I finished my pretzel, I threw away the napkin, and Charletta tugged my arm. 

"Hey, we should sit at those chairs you like." She slipped her phone back into her pocket. 

Before she continued to drag me, we waited for the excited kids to run by to see Santa at the huge, well decorated, Christmas tree.

"I remember when you and Madre had to put up with me pulling Wicks to Santa." I chuckled as I plopped onto the chair, feeling the motionless massagers underneath me awaiting my money. I also noted the other person using one behind mine. 

Charletta fell back on the one next to me and laughed, too: "That first time he was put on his lap. He was bawling and begging for Mom to get him." 

I whimpered, "I still feel so bad. I thought you guys knew who Santa was!" I put a dollar into her chair and mine. 

"We had a monster similar to Krampus back on Yexodele, but no Santa." She said with a shake of her head. 

A monster similar to KRAMPUS? I would have asked further, if the other part of what she said didn't get my attention too. "On Yexodele?"

"We lived there before we came here." Charletta closed her eyes and relaxed back. "We should get a massage at one of the shops with Wenna." 

"Then why did you..." It had been so long since it was mentioned to me, but I remembered what Drake said. 

"I never saw it, though, Yexodele. I was born on Earth." [...] "There was a big war that broke out between the strongest nations, and now nearly all of it is uninhabitable."

"Oh, right." I sheepishly replied.

Despite Charletta's smile, her face contained freckles of concern. She asked, "have you been told about it?"

"Yeah, Drake told me some things about the war."

"It was crazy. I was thirteen when we came here." She bustled with laughter and waved her hand around, seemingly to avoid the topic. "You know how hard it was not to use any of my tricks in front of people and to be around people that looked like me."  

I didn't press her. "I think it's similar to how I feel knowing about everything now." It was disorienting to see some people at the mall, knowing one could be a giant monster living here peacefully or, like Andras, not so much.

I followed her lead and shut my eyes, too. Beneath my eyelids, the images of what has happened so far, the good and the bad, fluttered about. It's been, what, a little over four months? 

"Speaking of things you can't always see," Charletta nudged my arm with her elbow. "What's on your mind?" 

I flinched as the massage chair got to my neck. I pulled away from it for a moment and sighed.

"What should I do?"

"About?"

"You know…" How could I explain it?

Charletta turned her attention to mean, leaning up in her chair. "What do you feel you should do?"

I shrugged and played with one of my curls. "I don't know. Claudia's nice, and Zilla's not bad. As long as she's not using me in some hair-brain scheme, she's fine. Lev is Lev, Drake... I don't blame him for what happened." It was all Andras. He abused us both and manipulated Drake. I'd attempt to treat him the same; even with the incident at the festival, he was the only one who acted friendly and genuine to me. 

"And Alexander," my thoughts sank. There had been so many things dwelling under the surface of my mind. Yet Alexander's face stuck out the most. I had never seen him like that. He was always annoyed, unbothered, or hungry, never terrified. 

"I-I never had someone look at me like that before." I kept vividly hearing his raspy, hard breathing and seeing his body shake and stammer in retreat. "He looked afraid of me when he's the scary opposing one-" I don't understand how Andras could derive satisfaction from it. It made me feel sick and overwhelmed with the need to chase him. I wanted to know why he ran away from me and refused to accept what I said.

"From what Wicks told me, things went down, and Alexander had other complicated feelings at the time," Charletta said calmly.

I didn't know Wicks talked to you about it. "That's why I was trying to get it through to him. He went back to help Wicks!"

"Knowing you, of course, you did," Charletta said as she paid the chairs for us this time when they ran out. "You shouldn't fret too much about that big softie. He'll be fine."

I did a double take and choked on my spit. I coughed, "wha-" I continued the fit for a little longer. "He's not a softie!"

Charletta pursed her lips together to hold back her giggles, then popped them when she got a handle over herself, "I did my own investigation during Thanksgiving because Wicks wouldn't stop complaining about him."

"Huh?" That's right. She sparred with Alexander during the party. "that's why you fought him?""

She tilted her head, "duh." She rested her hands behind her head momentarily before she realized the robotic massage went up to it. "I wanted to know if he was as stupid and rude as Wicks described. " 

He's blunt and abrasive. I didn't know whether I'd call him dumb or not. Just not as receptive?

"I think he's pretty simple," she scoffed. "He's definitely quick with magic and a lot more trusting than I imagined." Charletta rested her head back, "even after I threatened him." 

"Threatened?"

She brushed her wavy brown locks from her face. "What? You think I'm not a little peeved that he might not treat my little sister respectfully?" She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "It worked out well."

"I guess." 

"Do you think otherwise"

"I wouldn't fight someone for that reason," I muttered quietly. 

Charletta flicked her hand from mine and pushed my chin up, "And there's your answer."

I didn't move from the position she put me in, "not to fight people?" I could have told you that.

Charletta tipped her finger off my chin. "You decide what you do." She put her hands flat over her chest. "I can say what I think is best, same as I'm sure everyone else has or can for you, but we aren't you."

She pointed at me. "You're going through everything, Lyn. You know what you can handle and what you can take. And if you don't know yet, you'll learn." 

She's right. I was afraid to make this decision alone—why did I keep fighting with Wicks then? I don't want to give up, do I? 

"It's your decision, not theirs," she said, teasingly poking me. "I know it can be tough, especially with Mom and Wicks always coddling you."

My smile wavered. I let my head fall, staring at my knees, going over the side grooves in my jeans with my fingers, "What if I fail again?"

"You don't fail if you try. You fail when you give up and stop trying entirely. If you leave or stay now and leave later, that doesn't mean utter defeat. You tried, and you can work elsewhere if it doesn't work out there." She leaned closer; our chair timers were up. "Like, does it make you a failure at rock climbing if you can't do a wall?"

I shook my head. "No. I'd do a different one until I get good enough to do the one I couldn't." 

"Exactly, or you might never go back to that wall again. It might not be your style, fit your groove, or it'll change. So, you aren't a failure unless you stop entirely and deem yourself one."

I puckered and relaxed my lips, still brushing the seams of my pants, while in thought. I do plan on working more after the year. I want to get better at art so I can make silly animations. 

My hands rested on my thighs. And if I do quit, I will still do what I can to make that dream a reality. I'll work anywhere else and keep saving.

I looked up at her. "Thank you."

"We're always here for you, Lyn. We'll support you no matter what," she popped up from her chair and offered me an arm up, too. "just don't drive us too crazy, okay? Unless you want Madre and Wicks to seal you away like a Rapunzel forever."

Wicks is already doing that, I thought as I took her offer. "I'd also like to make another thing clear." She brought me close and sharpened her gaze. "When you ask yourself what you want, don't think of the money as a way to pay us back."

"But,"

"We're here for each other. If things didn't work out between Ulysses and me, you all would be there, showering me with everything under the sun. It's no different from us to you, no matter what your brain tells you. Got it?"

"O-okay"

"Good." Charletta glanced at the chairs back to back with ours. "Are you going to hide there all day or give us hugs?"

"Sorry!" Wenna popped up from the chair. 

My cheeks were red with embarrassment. People passed us during this conversation, sure, though none were listening. Knowing Wenna was there the whole time, my cheeks were hot. 

"I didn't want to ruin your sisterly moment." Wenna came around the chairs to us. 

"You're allowed to join them being our sister and all too."

Wenna squealed and grabbed me first in the hug, then Charletta. "Yeah, I am!" Because of Wenna's height to me, we were nearly cheek-to-cheek.

I glanced up at Charletta as she squeezed us back. 

My mind was still wrecked, trembling when I thought of what had happened so far, but for some reason, whether it be my stupid determination or the feeling of wanting to prove myself, I wasn't keen on making a decision until after the holidays.

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Conversations in the Dark (pt. 4)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (sometimes), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related)

Word Count: 3.4k

Part Four

The smells coming out of your kitchen had you in heaven. After a rough couple of weeks organizing the delivery of your household goods and learning how to sleep with the city noise outside your window, you were starting to feel settled. To celebrate, you invited Karen, Foggy, and Matt over for dinner as a small and cozy housewarming. You found your mom’s lasagna recipe when you were unpacking your kitchen and after you sat on your floor and cried, you knew what you needed to do.

You checked on the lasagna in the oven to make sure all was well and were pleased. You unpacked the French bread and started preparing it for garlic bread. One of your more upbeat playlists was on in the background and you chuckled at the irony as one of your favorite Mariah Carey songs started. You began to sing along:

Oh, when you walk by every night Talking sweet and looking fine I get kinda hectic inside Mmm, baby I'm so into you Darling, if you only knew All the things that flow through my mind But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby When I close my eyes You come and you take me It's so deep in my daydreams But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby

It was if you could have written this song considering your current state. Matt had continued to be a considerate neighbor and was quickly becoming a friend you truly trusted. It wasn’t his fault that you practically swooned every time you were together and struggled to keep your composure when he brushed against you or flirted.

But was it flirting? You sighed as this thought crossed your mind for the millionth time since the almost kiss. It seemed like he might have been interested in something with you but after that evening, nothing happened. There were casual touches, but it appeared to be in the same way he interacted with Karen or Foggy and sometimes you wondered if it was simply accidental. He always had such a sweet smile for you, but you’d seen him give the same smile to one of your neighbors who opened a door for him. You were just living in a Fantasy like Mariah.

As soon as you finished wrapping the garlic bread and slipping it into the oven with the lasagna, you heard a knock at your door. You wiped your hands on your apron as you made your way to answer. Taking a breath, you opened your door to see Karen with a bottle of wine and a bag with “Casa Delica” written on the side. Smiling, you grabbed the bag and gave Karen a quick hug as you led her inside.

“Thank you so much for picking up the dessert order for me!” you grinned at Karen.

“It was no issue, they had it ready to go and told me to tell you they made the adjustments you asked for.”

“Ah, good! I paid a bit extra for that, but I think it’ll be worth it,” you replied as you slipped the container out of the bag to take a peek. “These are going to be amazing!”

Just as your oven timer started to go off, there was another knock at the door. “Would you mind getting that? I need to make sure everything cooked properly.”

Karen gave you a smile and a nod and headed to answer the door as you pulled the lasagna and bread out of the oven and checked everything over. Satisfied, you turned and nearly lost your balance as you bumped into Matt. Unconsciously, you settled a hand on his chest and he slipped his hands onto your hips to steady you. You had a fleeting thought of him gripping your hips as he slowly entered you and you felt your arousal roar to life. Matt’s hands flexed slightly as if he had the same thought before he dropped his hands and took a small step back. He flashed his standard charming smile at you, “Sorry, I just wanted to greet you…and get a closer sniff of our dinner. It smells amazing, I can’t wait.”

Matt leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss to your cheek and then whispered softly in your ear, “Thank you for cooking.”

Your heart was beating so hard at this point it was a miracle you could hear anything over the thundering in your ears. You licked your lips as he pulled back and attempted a response of “My pleasure,” but even to you it sounded whiney and breathy. Matt’s smile shifted slightly to a devilish grin as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Over Matt’s shoulder, you saw Foggy arrive. You relaxed slightly in relief and gave him a grin as he threw open his arms, “Y/N! Get over here! You deserve all the hugs because I can’t remember the last time I had a homecooked meal like this!” You moved across your kitchen to oblige Foggy’s request and you laughed as he proceeded to give you a tight bear hug. As you moved, you missed the slight frown that flashed over Matt’s face at the loss of your attention. Karen, of course, managed to take in all of this and packed it away for later.

“You guys have great timing!” you started, “It’s ready so have a seat and I’ll bring everything over.”

Foggy helped Matt to the table while Karen came to help you. You both placed the salad, bread, and lasagna on the table along with the small bowl of freshly shredded parmesan and you poured wine from the decanter you had ready on the table. As Foggy reached to help start serving the salad, you touched his arm to still him.

“Before we eat, I just want to say how much I appreciate you all and how welcoming you’ve been. It’s been a hard couple of years but I’m grateful that it’s led me to this moment with all of you.” You could feel the tears starting to prick your eyes as you attempted to blink them back. Karen’s eyes also appeared a little glassy and Foggy gave you a soft smile and patted your hand. Matt’s head was bowed but he was gripping your other hand and softly running his thumb across your knuckles. “Okay, that’s it! Before I cry into everything and ruin it, let’s eat!” You chuckled as you pulled your hands back and wiped your eyes as a couple tears escaped. As Karen and Foggy started, you quietly offered to make Matt’s plate for him. He agreed with a soft “Thank you,” and smiled.

Dinner quickly became an animated affair with groans over your cooking and laughter over the stories being told. Your mom taught you that food, especially good food made with effort and love, could bring joy and light into the home. As you all ate and drank and laughed, you could feel her with you, and it filled you with happiness and peace.

“Okay okay,” Karen laughed, “we know Matt refuses to do karaoke—”

“Because I can’t sing and I can’t read the monitor.”

“Yeah, whatever. All I hear are excuses,” Karen teased with a drink of her wine, “Foggy, what’s your go-to karaoke song?”

Matt started laughing at the question and Foggy shot a glare his way, “Despite Matt’s derision, the best karaoke song is ‘Purple Rain’ and I crush it every time, no matter what my detractors say!”

You burst out laughing along with Matt as you unconsciously gripped his shoulder in your mirth and tipsiness. “Purple Rain is one of the hardest songs EVER and that’s what you go with?”

“It’s classic, it’s timeless, and, I’ll have you know, it has gotten me laid quite a few times thank you very much!”

With a thumbs up, you respond, “Fair enough. Far be it from me to criticize the apparent animal magnetism of a drunk Foggy Nelson hitting those high notes. Ultimately, an unexpected yet…expected song choice. All right, Karen, what about you?

“Oh, I’m all about ‘Jolene.’”

“Ah, I should have known my own sister would love Dolly as much as me!”

Matt interjected, “So Jolene is your go-to song too?”

“Oh, definitely not. I love Dolly, but if I’m getting up to sing in front of strangers, I’m getting the bar singing with me. Depending on the crowd it’s either ‘Party in the U.S.A.’ or ‘Friends in Low Places.’ Get a read on the crowd by the end of the first beer and you know which one to do.”

“Genius!” Foggy exclaimed, “If you’re a little too drunk, the crowd does the work for you and everyone still has a good time.”

“Exactly! You get it Fog!” as you clinked wine glasses.

“Okay so karaoke isn’t Matt’s thing, so how about…” Karen pondered for a moment, “top three favorite songs, go!”

“Oooooo,” you and Foggy said in unison as your focus returned to Matt. The wine had stained his lips a slightly darker hue and you licked your own and caught yourself before you leaned in to taste his. Matt’s lips quirked up on one side as if he knew what your body almost did without thought. He considered the question and took another sip from his glass. You nearly whined at the sight, the sound catching in your throat before it released. You sat up straighter and mentally shook yourself—you had other people at your table! It would be rude to crawl into Matt’s lap and run your nose along his jugular before nipping at his ear…

Yes, it absolutely would be rude! Control yourself!

Matt set his glass down and turned slightly to face you, almost as if only the two of you were playing this game and you had asked the question. “Top three favorite songs would probably be… ‘Only Wanna Be With You’ from Hootie and the Blowfish, ‘I Want You to Want Me’ from Cheap Trick and… ‘Let’s Stay Together’ from Al Green.”

As Karen and Foggy began to tease Matt over his choices, he continued to face you with what you would only describe as a shit-eating grin on his face. The wine was slowing you down a little—were these really his favorite? Or is he trying to say something else? Was he flirting? You were beginning to wonder if maybe drinking around Matt like this was a bad idea.

“I know Y/N has better choices than these so I gotta hear!” Foggy exclaimed while Karen cheered you on. You thought for a moment but you knew what your favorites were. While they weren’t songs you listened to regularly, they were songs that touched your soul deeply. “All right so, the best song ever created is clearly ‘Ain’t No Way’ from Aretha. You can’t argue with the Queen and it’s perfect.” Karen interjected with “Hot damn! Murdock, Y/N shows superior taste with just a single song!”

“Hey! You said favorites, not best ever made!” Matt teased back.

“That’s a fair point,” you started, “however, mine happen to be both faves and excellent.”

Matt smiled at you fondly and replied, “I’d expect nothing less, sweetheart.”

Foggy, too blissfully unaware of the tension between you and Matt interrupted, “While that Aretha choice is top notch, you still have two more to give!”

You cleared your throat and finished your wine in hopes to settled yourself after Matt’s use of ‘sweetheart.’ He was still grinning at you as if he was completely sober and aware of everything he was doing to you and you were tempted to excuse yourself to your bedroom so you could change into fresh panties considering how uncomfortably damp your current ones were becoming.

“Um, well, my other two favorites are a little sad and dark but I think they’re both perfect too.”

“Don’t leave us in suspense!” encouraged Karen with a smile.

“Right, so it would be ‘Never Going Back Again’ from Fleetwood Mac and ‘I Will Follow You into the Dark’ from Death Cab for Cutie.”

“Oh, those are sad,” Foggy murmured as he stared into his empty glass. You weren’t sure how much he had with dinner but you had a feeling that if you didn’t shift the topic, you might see a drunk and weepy Foggy at your table and you really wanted this to be a happy occasion.

“I think,” you started, “that it’s time for dessert.”

The mention of dessert had Foggy lifting his head with interest and your glances at Karen and Matt confirmed you made the right call. They were both holding back laughs at Foggy’s quick mood shift.

You smiled at Foggy and patted him on the shoulder as you got up. “I found this little Italian bakery nearby and I ordered cannoli. I asked them to adjust the recipe a tiny bit so I hope they’re still good.” You brought the container over to the table and placed one on Foggy’s plate as he gave you a drunk, yet happy smile. You served Karen, Matt, and yourself as you settled back into your chair.  

You took a bite out of your cannoli and the flavor burst on your tongue and you hummed with pleasure. Casa Delica would definitely have your business again. You watched Karen and Foggy enjoy their dessert and then glanced at Matt, a little nervous. Karen had mentioned that certain foods could be a little overwhelming for him and you had explained this to the bakery and they were more than willing to make a couple adjustments so the sugar and chocolate wouldn’t be too much for him.

As you watched him, Matt took a tentative bite and his face flashed with surprise. He took another and hummed as if he were pleased. As he chewed and savored his bite, he turned slightly towards you and took his glasses off. His sightless gaze lingered around your collarbone and he asked, “What did you have them adjust?”

“Oh, um, well,” you started a little nervous now with Matt’s beautiful eyes and your unobstructed view of his face on display to you for the first time, “Karen said taste can be a bit intense for you. I explained this and they adjusted their recipe to account for that. They just asked if it worked for us to let them know so they can keep a record of it for the future. Is it okay?”

Matt took another bite and chewed slowly as he continued to face you. You began to twist your fingers in your lap as you watched him, unsure of what was happening. Across from you, Karen was watching you both with a sharp eye while Foggy reached for a second cannoli. After he swallowed, Matt answered, “This may be the best dessert I’ve ever had. Or at least since my accident. It’s perfect.”

A grin broke across your face at his compliment, happy you thought to ask for the adjustment. Matt reached over and placed his hand on yours as he continued, “That was very kind. Thank you.” Emotions were flitting across his face as he kept his glasses off.

“It was a simple ask, I didn’t really do much,” you responded softly.

“You don’t understand,” Matt began as he squeezed your hand a little tighter, “this kind of thing doesn’t occur to most people. The fact that it occurred to you shows how thoughtful you are.”

You began to get emotional again hearing this from Matt, at the thought of so few people taking his struggles into consideration. You realized that he had a low bar for the expectations of how he was treated, and it broke your heart. Now that you were here and in his life, you promised yourself you would make sure he knew he was valued and remembered.

“Oh Matty,” you said tenderly as you reached up without thinking with your free hand to run your fingers through his hair along his temple, “I’m so sorry this isn’t the norm for you.”

Before you could drop your hand back into your lap, still not quite realizing what you had done, Matt grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. You smiled at him and enjoyed the warmth in your chest until you heard a throat clear. Reflexively, you yanked your hand from Matt and looked up to find both Karen with a raised eyebrow and smirk and Foggy with a half-eaten cannoli in his hand and his mouth slightly slack.

“When did this happen?” asked Foggy.

“Nothing’s happening,” you quickly responded as you picked up your dishes and headed to the sink. With your response and abrupt departure from the table, Matt frowned. He slipped his glasses back on, suddenly self-conscious.

Matt’s head tilted slightly as he heard Karen whisper as softly as she could manage, “Don’t take it to heart, Matt. You make her nervous and she’s been single for a long time.” He relaxed slightly at Karen’s reassurance, relieved that he didn’t seem to have overstepped and made you uncomfortable.

Since you started cleaning up, the others began to rise from the table to help. Once you realized what was happening you stopped them, “Wait, wait! You all are guests! I’ve got it, I promise.”

“I don’t like the idea of leaving this mess for you,” Karen started.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s all part of the process for me. I’ll do what needs to be done tonight and finish in the morning. It’s important to me that tonight was only about good food and good company for you all. No chores for guests!”

“Can we at least help clear the table?” asked Foggy.

“Foggy,” you began slowly, “I will never cook for you again if you do.” His eyes grew wide at your threat and he put his hands up to show he wasn’t moving anything. Matt and Karen laughed and gave up their attempts as well.  

Knowing Matt still intended to do a quick patrol that night, Karen spoke again, “It’s getting late and I think we all *cough* Foggy *cough* may have overdone it on the wine a little. I think it’s time we headed out.”

“Hey! No fair!” Foggy responded with a slight slur.

You all laughed and started to make your way to the door. You pulled Karen aside, “Are you good to make sure Foggy gets home okay?”

Grinning at you, Karen replied, “This ain’t my first rodeo. Don’t worry about us.”

You gave Karen a tight hug, “Please let me know when you drop him off and when you get home, okay? I’ll be worried otherwise.”

“Of course. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

You leaned on the doorframe next to Matt as you watched Karen and Foggy slowly make their way down the stairs. On the first landing, Foggy saw you watching and waved enthusiastically causing you to chuckle and wave back. Matt turned to you with a confused expression, “Care to share with the rest of the class?”

“Oh,” you started, still smiling at Foggy’s goofiness, “Foggy was waving to us after he got to the landing.”

Matt smiled fondly and replied, “He always was a happy drunk. He was the best roommate in that regard.”

“I’m glad you two found each other. I don’t believe soulmates just means romantically; I think there are people we meet that are meant to be family too. Like family soulmates.”

Considering you for a moment, Matt placed a hand on the doorframe above your head and your breath caught in your throat at his sudden closeness. He slipped his other hand to rest on your hip again as he leaned his head down to whisper in your ear, “Does that mean you also believe in romantic soulmates? One person you were made for who was also made for you?”

His deep voice speaking so softly while his lips brushed the edge of your ear short circuited your brain as both hands flew to his chest and gripped his shirt to help ground you and to keep your knees from giving out from underneath you. You took a shaky breath, vaguely aware that you had officially soaked your panties, and managed a response.

“Um, yes, I do.”

“Hmmm,” Matt began thoughtfully as he nuzzled gently along your jaw and throat. His stubble scratched deliciously along the delicate skin and the light smell of his shampoo and soap caused you to take a big inhale and sigh. “I’m beginning to think so, too.”

As suddenly as he caged you in, Matt stepped back and gave you a smile. “Thanks again for dinner, sweetheart. I can’t remember the last time I had something so…delicious.”   

With that, Matt turned and strolled to his door, leaving you completely dazed and ruined.

Copyright © 2023 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

[newwayastrology]

If you haven't heard, Mariah Carey's mother and sister died on the same day recently. As astrologers it is natural to wonder how events in the lives of people are reflected in their horoscopes.

Major events in life that are life-changing are shown by the hard aspect transits and arcs of Jupiter through Pluto to the Sun, Moon, and Angles. As well, the Saturn Return and solar arc semi-square (between ages 43-47). You'll notice that Mariah has none of this happening. How can you lose two family members and there is no indication of a huge change in the horoscope?

Mariah has been very open about the fact that she did not have a clp with her mother and sister. When this is the case, the horoscope will more often than not not reflect the occurrence in the horoscope. It's that simple.

You'll notice that there are no trines or sextiles shown. A trine is like being somewhere that you really like and having your favorite foods and favorite everything served to you. There is zero motivation to change anything. A sextile is the same scenario except maybe you have to serve yourself. In both cases, nothing changes.

A square is like looking at a picture of yourself and thinking, "Damn, I look like dog meat." So, you set out to make changes. Maybe a change of diet, joining and going to a gym regularly or whatever. You'll see when my book comes out on what the horoscopes of wealthy achievers look like that their horoscopes are dominated by hard aspects, not trines and sextiles, not Jupiter or Venus in the 2nd House and the kind of stuff you are led to believe from astrology books that use the same mindset as astrologers did when astrology was created. Horoscopes loaded with soft aspects usually belong to those with a low contentment level. It's the same vibe with predictive measurements. Now, if something life-changing happened to one of Mariah's kids, her horoscope would look like a Christmas tree!

[rosesnthornz]

🌹— a guide to … LEE JANG-MI

🌹 — BASICS !

BIRTH NAME ! lee jang-mi

ENGLISH NAME ! cecilia chiara cynthia rose williams

IGBO NAME ! amarachi okoye

NICKNAMES ! lia, chichi, tia, mimi, rosie

BIRTHDAY ! july 15th, 1997

ZODIAC ! cancer

BIRTHPLACE ! busan, south korea

HOMETOWN ! seoul, south korea + london, england + los angeles, california

ETHNICITY ! korean-nigerian

NATIONALITY ! korean-american

SEXUALITY ! bisexual

🌹 — PHYSICAL !

HEIGHT ! 5’5” 1/2 (166 cm)

WEIGHT ! 116 lbs (52 kg)

BLOOD TYPE ! o-

PIERCINGS !

— eyebrow piercing

— snakebite piercings

— tongue piercing

TATTOOS !

— see here !

🌹 — CLAIMS !

FACE CLAIM ! wolftyla / tyla parham

VOICE CLAIM ! chlöe bailey (english) + ailee (soloist / korean) or taeyeon (snsd / korean)

DANCE CLAIM ! lisa (blackpink)

🌹 — CAREER !

STAGE NAME ! lia williams + lee jang-mi (이장미)

COMPANY ! interscope records + yg entertainment

OCCUPATION ! singer-songwriter, producer, actress, model, choreographer, radio show host, businesswoman

DEBUT DATE ! october 16th, 2015

TRAINEE YEARS ! 1 year (july 2014 — july 2015)

YEARS ACTIVE ! 2015 — present

SURVIVAL SHOWS ! girls’ planet 999 (2021 / as a mentor) + queendom 2 (2022 / as a judge) + street woman fighter 2 (2023 / as a judge) + universe ticket (2023 / as a judge)

FANDOM NAME ! rosies

COLORS ! #800020 + #36013F + #000000

🌹 — BACKGROUND !

LEE JANG-MI was born on july 15th, 1997 in busan, south korea to DAVID OKOYE and LEE CHUN JA. the former was a former olympic swimmer and united nations diplomat who hailed from one of the wealthiest families in nigeria. the latter was one of asia’s most well known singers, as well as an actress and a former beauty queen, and she also happened to be a SAMSUNG heiress. shortly after jang-mi was born, she and her parents moved to seoul in order to be closer to her maternal grandparents. the family would spend most of their time there, although they would briefly reside in london, as well.

despite the family’s picture perfect life, tragedy would strike a mere nine months following jang-mi’s birth. in may 1998, they would travel to italy to celebrate chun ja’s 31st birthday, which fell on the 25th. just four days later, however, both of jang-mi’s parents found themselves in a devastating car accident. unfortunately, the accident took both of their lives. chun ja was pronounced dead at the scene, while david fell into a coma, and later succumbed to his injuries a day later. jang-mi and her grandparents were quick to return to korea, and she was left in their care as her parents’ sudden deaths made international news.

up until jang-mi’s first birthday, she was raised by her grandparents and occasionally by her aunt, lee chaewon. however, her grandparents were already retired, and the grief of losing their eldest daughter and son-in-law made it hard for them to properly raise their granddaughter. chun ja’s youngest sister, bae eun-ji, already had a family of her own, and she was unsure if she could split her time amongst three children who were all under the age of five. meanwhile, although chaewon was unmarried, she was almost always working, and she didn’t want to leave jang-mi in the care of a nanny most of the time. and on top of that, her paternal grandparents resided in nigeria. as a result, jang-mi was regrettably put up for adoption. after a few months in a foster home, she was eventually adopted by a couple from southern california. she was given an english name, cecilia, and her middle names were taken from what her parents wanted to name her (chiara), her mother’s own english name (cynthia), and the meaning of her birth name (rose). and although the world knew of jang-mi’s existence, no one would know what became of her for the next seventeen years.

from then on, jang-mi was raised in california along with her older sister, who was also adopted. she grew up with a particular passion for music, and frequently listened to artists such as WHITNEY HOUSTON, MARIAH CAREY, DESTINY’S CHILD, AALIYAH, ASHANTI, AMERIE, ERYKAH BADU, THE SUPREMES, S.E.S, WONDER GIRLS, SNSD, KARA, 2NE1, MISS A, and LEE HYORI. at the age of fifteen, jang-mi began posting song covers and the occasional original song onto youtube. she began working at a nanette lepore boutique a year later, but shortly after she started her job, she was cast off the street by a representative of IMG MODELS, and was encouraged to enter an open casting call. although jang-mi failed to get a job, she managed to work her way into advertisements and editorials.

in 2013, she was encouraged to participate in that year’s MISS TEEN CALIFORNIA pageant. although initially skeptical, jang-mi would end up participating, and surprisingly, she won. the resulting exposure gave her acting and modeling opportunities like never before, and instead of participating in MISS TEEN USA, jang-mi used the attention to get her music career off the ground. she began starring in off-broadway productions, performing on the streets of los angeles, giving out her demo CDs to the people that would stop to watch her, posting her street performances to youtube, and writing as many songs as possible in her free time. meanwhile, her youtube channel was garnering a significant amount of traction. during the summer of 2014, her covers of PARAMORE’s “still into you” and of LEE HI’s “rose” would go viral. the former got her invited to one of the band’s concerts, while the latter caught the attention of YG ENTERTAINMENT. the label invited her to audition, and wanting to get closer to her home country through music, jang-mi accepted.

jang-mi sang ALICIA KEYS’ “no one” at the final round, and to her surprise, she passed auditions. she signed a 2-year contract with YG, and as a result, she had to quit her job, place her modeling career on hold, and move to south korea. she didn’t stop posting to her youtube channel, however, using it to record her progress as a trainee. jang-mi trained alongside the future members of BLACKPINK, and was actually meant to be one of the group’s members, renowned for her powerful vocals. while training, she had background vocals on the songs of other YG artists, wrote songs for them and what would become BLACKPINK’s discography (including the “WHISTLE” demo and “PLAYING WITH FIRE”), and had small roles in a few dramas. jang-mi was particularly hard working during her time as a trainee, and would even spend her days off in dance studios or at karaoke. however, a year into her trainee, she began having doubts, particularly about how she would be received in a country such as south korea. those doubts turned into stress, and it forced jang-mi to leave the company. returning home, she felt as if she had accomplished nothing.

jang-mi’s brief depressive state after leaving YG only pushed her to work harder, however. after returning to california, she didn’t return to her job, and instead focused most of her time on music and getting into university. in september, she was contacted by record label FUELED BY RAMEN, but she declined their contract offer, as it made her feel better to have control over the earliest aspects of her career. jang-mi formed the band ROSES ‘N THORNS with some of her high school friends, began uploading her original work to SOUNDCLOUD, and immediately started working on what would be her debut album.

in mid-october, jang-mi’s debut single “REWIND” would be released, and her album of the same name would drop at the beginning of november. going by the name LIA WILLIAMS, she spent her time touring across california in small venues and performing at local music festivals. in january 2016, however, a representative from INTERSCOPE RECORDS would attend one of jang-mi’s concerts. she was told about a potential record deal with the label, and just days later, she was singing her music in front of executives in INTERSCOPE’s headquarters. and instead of taking a month like she expected, jang-mi was signing a deal within a couple of hours, with JIMMY IOVINE reportedly saying that no one could leave until she was signed. and immediately afterwards, jang-mi got to work on her major label debut album, FRUITS OF MY LABOR, which would go on to catapult her into mainstream success.

fast forward to 2019, and wanting to begin a career as an idol in korea, jang-mi began looking for agencies to sign to. initially, SM ENTERTAINMENT, SOURCE MUSIC, and RBW looked to sign her, but she declined all of their offers. eventually, in june, she signed with YG—the same company that she trained under five years prior. two months later, her debut album was released, and its lead single topped charts across asia. jang-mi is now one of YG’s most successful soloists, and not only is she one of the best selling artists in korea, but she’s one of the highest selling artists in the WORLD, renowned for her performance skills, lyricism, and impressive vocal ability, garnering the title of “PRINCESS OF POP.”

[rivalsforlife]

Kay and Tracy being Christmas FIENDS, like full on blasting Mariah Carey the moment the clock hits midnight post Thanksgiving. They both have always loved the holidays (maybe as a form of escapism for 2 lonely girls who have wanted a loving family for so long and made do with what they had) and the first year (Christmas #1) they are in their lawyer’s lives they were all to busy putting out fires* to properly celebrate or notice anything odd around the holidays in regards to each other

*(literally in Nick and Trucy’s case, girl was trying some advanced fire based tricks and oops, so they had Christmas at Kurain Village and it’s lovely if not the traditional Christmas Trucy wanted. Edgeworth got caught up in a marathon case that ended up chaining into a 3 week slog, crossing so many continents and time zones he ends up in locations that don’t really celebrate Christmas and he’s so lost in the investigation sauce he doesn’t even notice the date until (unless it’s clue based) like January 4th and he’s so tired he crashes in some hotel in Morocco for 4 days. Kay got sent back to Germany to stay with Fran after week one seemingly wrapped up and had to hunt Edgeworth down to help him in the last 4 day of week 3 and went sight seeing while Edgworth slept and lived off of room service at a 4 star hotel in Chefchaouen)

But this year! Christmas #2! Edgeworth and Nick are talking again! Trucy and Kay have meet and are basically sisters at this point! (Nick and Miles may or may not be dating yet??). Anyway, this year there’s going to be so much festive cheer and celebration and togetherness and it’s going to be awesome!!!!

And then Nick has to be like, ahhh girls maybe don’t include Edgeworth in your plans for…reasons? I don’t mind a crazy Christmas, go nuts decorating the office/apartment, but ummmm…yeah.

(Or worse, the girls kept their extensive holiday plans a secret to surprise Nick and Edgeworth and so they get their hopes up WAY high and have so many expectations that involve Edgeworth and uh oh)

In anycase, either they learn about the why, or they don’t because Edgeworth isn’t up for it at this point. Do you think:

They have a good, if less full Christmas that year while giving Edgeworth space

They have a quiet Christmas that does it’s best to accommodate Edgeworth

They have essentially trapped Phoenix and Edgeworth somewhere to celebrate Christmas (think remote cabin for some daft reason) and now they’re all stuck and it’s not going well and they have to confront lots of emotions…

Oops Edgeworth heard about their plans and doesn’t want to disappoint them and tries to force it, and the fallout of when he just can’t anymore taking up the rest of the season

CRAZY CHRISTMAS full of so many called in favours from both Phoenix and Edgeworth that involve magic and circuses and “fine” dining and cop car rides. And everyone is around all the time like Maya and Gumshoe and Larry, all except Edgeworth who is doing his best to rest and heal at home, who called in the favours but won’t partake and it’s for the best. And maybe after all the madness they have quiet 1 on 1 visits until Edgeworth works his way up to having a nice, sedate family night and dinner with no holiday trappings but all the famil he needs? (Maybe this will be Christmas #3 or 4 with them haha)

Unfortunately the first thing I was thinking of is that Trucy's second Christmas with Phoenix would be. um. 2020. so probably nothing asdgffdsfgh

BUT in a perfect world where the pandemic did not happen. Kay is at least a little bit aware of Edgeworth's Trauma, though maybe not likely to directly connect Christmas to it, but I feel like Trucy has so much emotional awareness that as soon as she would start bringing up Christmas around Edgeworth, and he was uncomfortable with it, she would immediately be able to clock that. I don't think Edgeworth is good enough at disguising his emotions to be able to get around most people, much less Trucy with her incredible perception skills. So I think for anything to happen they would have to not bring up Christmas around Edgeworth at all until their plans are in place.

Honestly I'm probably biased because I'm not big on celebrating holidays myself, but I think they'd settle with something more around 1 or 2 of your options. I think Edgeworth's trauma is less Christmas-centric and more Christmas being the big warning sign heralding the beginning of misery about DL-6 which lasts until the end of the year, so he could probably handle Christmas better than the 28th. I also think he does not like processing his trauma around other people, but over the years would be able to work his way up to small gatherings with the people he cares about to take his mind off of it, though I'm not sure he'd be there right away by year 2.

[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

young sidney #2 (sidney's first interview)

june 2005

"from the adventures of sharkboy and lavagirl in theaters next friday, please welcome sidney depp!" there was a lot more people than she expected, it was so loud! she quickly refocused on jay leno, who extended his hand and shook it as she sat down, and after a minute the applause died down. she wasn't expecting the lights to be this bright, it always seemed more dim when she would watch at home. "look at you! you've gotten so tall! the last time i saw you, you came up to my knees!"

it is true; just a few months shy of her thirteenth birthday, sidney towered over most of the boys in her grade and she's already taller than taylor and cayden, her costars. "just eating all of my vegetables i guess." the audience laughed at that, although she couldn't tell if they were laughing to be nice or if they genuinely thought she was funny. "i see, i see. how old are you now, fourteen?" "no, i'll be thirteen in september," she responded.

"thirteen. gosh, the last time you were here, it was 1995 and you were asleep on your dad's lap, right on this very couch. do you remember that?" sidney could barely remember what she had for breakfast this morning; she just shook her head as the audience laughed (apparently they remembered like it happened this afternoon) so jay recounted the tale to those who didn't know the story: her dad was in this very studio during an appearance to promote nick of time. johnny was trying to get sidney to take a nap but she was not going down, even though he knew she was tired, her body just hadn't gotten the message.

her dad said leaving her alone with kate would make the situation worse, and no one else backstage had any experience with children, so he had no choice but to scoop her up with her blanket and snack and take her with him onto the stage as the show was just coming back from commercial break, and it was only then that she was (finally) able to go to sleep.

now the topic was finally back to sidney. "was it a wig or did you really dye your hair pink?" "they actually dyed my hair, and it took an entire day. by the end of it, i was like "i'm never doing this again." the audience laughed again, seeming to actually find it funny. as the segment went on, sidney found herself becoming more comfortable as leno asked her everything under the sun: her hobbies which sidney admitted her love of reading, the type of music she likes to listen with her friends ("destiny's child, britney spears, mariah carey."), and finally school and her plans for the summer.

"school's not so bad, and i get straight a's, so i'm not too bad. the only thing i hate is waking up so early but now that it's summer, i can just sleep in, but i still have to complete my reading list which is fine." sidney only has two more books before she's free, not that she minds. "and then after the press tour i'm just gonna spend the rest of the summer with my dad, so i'm pretty excited about that." her dad would be getting ready for his own press tour for charlie and the chocolate factory, so she and her brother and sister would try to squeeze in as much time as possible with him.

soon, sidney's segment was over and they cut to commercial break with jay promising to be back with the musical guest. "...and clear!" someone yelled from off stage. "how do you feel now? was i too much?" "no, no, you were fine. it's just a lot to take in." throughout her interview, sidney had to remind herself to block out the noise and just focus on leno. "it's so much brighter than when i watch at home."

leno laughed, patting her on her back. "trust me, to start to get used it, which is something you'll learn to do too. you'll be fine." sidney walked off backstage where her mom was waiting for her. sidney was hungry and tired at this point so they went through burger king drive thru before going back to their hotel. she was allowed to watch one episode of that's so raven while she ate and then go to bed; the premiere was tomorrow as well as additional press. she couldn't wait for it to be over so she could enjoy the rest of her summer.

"i don't know how dad does this for a month straight for every movie. for a month straight." the episode was almost over, so sidney made the transition of getting ready for bed: texting her friends good night and putting her phone on the charger and turning back the covers on the bed. "that's because your dad loves what he does, and he has to feed his kids, and if you're serious about acting, you're going to have to get used to not sleeping in your own bed for periods at a time. just think of it as an extended field trip. you get to travel, meet new people."

as her mom turned off the light, she said, "just one more day and you're done and you can have the rest of the summer." and that's what she's hanging on for. just one more day.

[hangmanbradshaw]

Okay so before I go to afternoon shift and having finally found the will to recover the password for the tumblr I made long, long ago, there was so much about the last couple of chapters that I wanted to ramble about.

Like I know that Jake is remaining willfully ignorant of Bradley’s feelings for him even though I think Bradley is being super obvious because it’s easier for him to deal with it if he thinks it’s not serious because he doesn’t want to get hurt, but Jake, my guy, Bradley is head over heels in love with you. Super in love. And you are super in love with him. Like super, super in love with him.

I really hope it is not going to take a big blow-up fight for them to realize that they are in love with each other but like considering the issues, I do not have much hope.

I am so so happy to see Ice and Mav getting godparent trapped because second chances for everyone! You hear that, Jake? Second chance at love and happiness and family because your family kind of sucks a lot, sorry not sorry.

In a completely unrelated to the story but related way, my sister and I binge-watched most of the quarterback docuseries on Netflix this last weekend and while I still have no clue about the actual game of football, it is amazing the imagine how wooden Jake would be being filmed for it until Bradley got him to open up and then they would totally be the stars of it hands down.

AHHHHHHH yes! Jake’s the definition of Mariah Carey “I can’t read suddenly, I don’t know” like he is just willfully ignoring all of it to protect himself, but there’s also that piece of almost believing someone like bradley wouldn’t truly love him. Like can he tell Bradley’s maybe into him, sure, but it’s like there’s a wall then, nothing past that.

Mmmmm it might not happen how you think :) which somehow might be both better & worse

Jake’s gonna find his family! Just follow the icemav example Jake! It’s fun kinda paralleling their relationships.

YES QUARTERBACK OMG. Did you love it?! I think it’s fascinating in general, like what their lives are like and how it varies. I’ve thought a lot about what it would be like for Jake and bradley on there and you’re so right. He’d be so wooden at first until he got comfortable and then they’d be hands down fan favorites. Like clips of them bantering, them going to the carnival or something and getting super competitive with each other, the bradshaws & their friends popping in, at the games watching.

[dragonedged-if]

WIP Playlist Tag

Thank you @elshells for tagging me :)

Tagging with no pressure: @moonandris, @reysfictionalworlds, @toribookworm22, @elizaellwrites, @fictionalbullshitter and open tag

Rules: List at least 4 songs from your current WIP playlist, or just a writing playlist you’ve been using lately, and the lyrics that speak to you the most!  Then tag at least 4 people or as many songs as you listed. Let’s spread the inspiration! 

So here's some of the songs that I been using but when I write I try to look for songs that fits my characters so I can better picture the scenes.

So yeah yesterday when I was reading Wayhaven 3 and doing A's route ,I don't know if its coincidence or its just the fates are mocking me.

My sister started blasting this song, so you can imagine the emotion I was feeling when I read the part that A, you know being A(Don't wanna spoil it for those who haven't read it yet)

I lost a part of me When you left, boy, can't you see? Boy, come back, baby, please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gon' lean on when times get rough? Who's gon' to talk to me 'til the sun comes up? Who's gon' take your place, there ain't nobody there Oh, baby, baby, we belong together

This is for Variel so that when I write her scenes, I want her to inflict pain as much as possible to your MC's my Readers :D

Down in the forest with the devil in me I remember the looks on their faces through the sycamore trees

Ain't no chariots of fire, come to take me home I'm lost in the woods, and I wander alone

Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go Mothers, children, lock your doors I'm waiting, I'm ready to go

This is for Clara, Now when I listen to this I'm imagining Clara wearing some red revealing dress and started to dance very wild.

Plus this songs gives that kinda sexy(More like sexual lol) vibes.

Hey, brother, what you thinking? That good ol' sound is ringing They don't know what they're missing (They call it lonely digging) Let's end your time to lay low Your knees a-bending, so It's time to get up and let go

Hey, brother, nice and steady Put down your drink, you ready It's hard when things get messy (They call it lonely digging) Your booty shaking, you know Your head has no right to say no Tonight it's "ready, set, go"

This is for our shy God-Boy, hays sometimes you really need to take matters into your own hands and you need to drag him to the dance floor with you.

Oh don't you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me I said you're holding back She said shut up and dance with me This woman is my destiny She said oh oh oh Shut up and dance with me

Now this is for Lucas, now I want his scene to be tragic and lonely.

I want him to be alone and pushing people away but of course until you came along my Readers ;)

I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Baby, baby, I feel crazy I see you around in all these empty faces All night, all night and every day I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Give me something, oh, but you say nothing Now I'm in a cab, I tell 'em where your place is What is happening to me?

I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

[heartn]

get to know me game (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

tagged by the cutest! person! alive! : @loves0ft

tagging:♡ @evenofmyday ♡ chatoyervictoria ♡ junez ♡ yukicrossu ♡ @pssionfruits ♡ @guhara ♡@soulazul ♡ @un1over ♡

birthday: november 9

favourite colour: lavender and periwinkle

do you have pets?: no but my sister has a dog named nikko. we look after him sometimes, so that's the closest i have to a pet

how tall are you?: like 5'4?

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: that i regular wear, 3. i have a few more but i never wear them

favourite song: atm big flirt by lil hero and it's a wrap by mariah carey ft mary j blige, shooting star by xg

favourite movie: i dont watch movies. but lol i'd have to say white chicks or rush hour

who would be your ideal partner?: i feel like that closest would be, if you know who stephanie soo is, her cousin dan dan 🤭🥰 that type of personality i love. i could spend the rest of my life with someone like him

do you want children?: i keep going back and forth with it. idk. i feel like i need to be in a serious relationship and be married to have a final answer

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: lol does running a redlight count?

what colour socks are you wearing?: orange with lighting bolts

favourite type of music: pop, kpop, rap, old school reggaeton, the old mexican music every parents likes, like marco antonio solis, stuff like that. ig ive been listening to more bandas too.

how many pillows do you sleep with?: i use a body pillow as a pillow... i used to have pillows but idk what happened to them, and i keep putting off buying pillows

what position do you sleep in?:  my sides or fetal position. im trying to force myself to sleep on my back bc i heard that good for you, but i sleep better on my sides/fetal

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: i takes me a while for me to sleep. or when i'm about to fall asleep my leg fucking jolts and im awake, so thats a recent thing thats been happening to me sometimes

what do you have for breakfast: i don't usually eat breakfast. but if i have something, its usually a match iced tea / iced chai tea latte from starbucks with something from their bakery

have you ever tried archery?: in school for gym class... i fucking sucked at it. but on wii sports... i'm the baddest bitch

favourite fruit: starfuits, cherries, strawberries, mangos, peaches, kiwis, mandarines 🤤

are you a good liar?: yes? no? idk ig i am

what’s your personality type?: idk, bc every time i take that damn quiz it always changes!!! like how can ive gotten intp, infp, enfp, istp, isfp like?!?!!?

innie or outie?: innie

left handed or right handed?: right

favourite food: sopes!!! or pupusas!!! fuckin loves those

favourite foreign food: i love thai food. everything ive tried is just sooo good. ughhhh!! Phở too!

am i clean or messy?: hehe i say im organized messy, but ppl say im clean. bc i am but the only thing that i have that is 'messy' is my bed, bc i never make it... and even that isnt messy, but my mexican parents say otherwise

most used phrase: 

how long does it take for you to get ready: depending. when i work at the school, about 30-40 minutes. but when i work at the clubhouse, about 10-15 minutes.

do you talk to yourself?: hehe yeah

do you sing to yourself?: only when i'm alone or in my car

are you a good singer?: i dont think so. id say average but i dont sing in front of anyone to know if i am

biggest fear?: idk, i feel like anything if i overthink it. heights?? but i like rollercoasters... but i'll get dizzy if i look over the second floor of a mall... going to the top of the willis tower made me dizzy. the deep ocean 😳

are you a gossip?: no, but ppl tell me gossip so i hear it regardless

do you like long or short hair?: both are nice

favourite school subject: english or social studies. art

extrovert or introvert: introvert

what makes you nervous: having ppl look at me. i hate making eye contact with ppl. but like if im ordering something i will look at the cashier, i'm not a dickhead. just hate looking at ppl or ppl looking at me in passing, especially when im driving

who was your first real crush?:  this guy named martin in first grade. i thought he was cute. lol but apparently we dated but i NEVER spoked to him or had a class with him. sooo... idk how we dated, but a classmate of ours told me in sixth grade that we did, and that threw me off, bc like i said, i never spoke to him. lol so i technically cheated on him like three times without knowing... sorry man

how many piercings?: seven atm. i wanna get my collar bones and maybe like one more ear piercing but idk what yet

how many tattoos?: none yet bc i still live with my parents and i feel like they will kick me out if i do

how fast can you run?: idk i dont have a reason to run. id say average??!??

what colour is your hair?: dark brown and blonde. im forcing myself to grow it out bc i fucked it up too much. wigs have been helping me fight the urge but i still wanna dye it!!!

what colour are your eyes?: dark brown

what makes you angry: those fucking bright led headlights!!!! i hate those things. that shit shouldnt be legal, its distracting, and i will bash your lights you dickhead

do you like your name?: i used to hate it bc i make me think of old white ladies but now im okay with it. i like my middle name or the nicknames my nephews used to call me when they were first starting to talk

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: idc but i have i strong feeling that, if i do have kids, my first one will be a girl. idk why but i'm calling it

what are your strengths?: i'm a good listener, i have a good patience

what are your weaknesses?: i get annoyed easily

what is the colour of your bedspread?:  white

colour of your room: white

[boricuacherry-blog]

She called herself Dandelion - the hearty bright-yellow wildflower with small tooth-shaped petals that give the early signal that spring is near. After its flowering is finished, the petals dry and the head becomes a ball of lacy dust feathers carrying seeds. When I was a little girl, my older sister seemed to live on the wind. She was always somewhere far away. Childhood memories of her exist in my mind as flashes of lightning and thunder. She was exciting but unpredictable - her torrential gusts always carried inevitable destruction with them.

Unlike her, growing up, I never spent any significant time as part of a whole interracial family. Most of my experiences were with one parent at a time. It is bizarre to me that they were even married, because of how different they are as people. I suspect she only got with him to rebel against her widowed Irish Catholic mother. In restaurants, she would loudly announce, "I like my coffee like I like my men - black." Awkward. But before I was born, the Carey family consisted of a black father, a white mother, and a mixed boy and girl. The four of them would walk down the street, and people would know.

Loving v. Virginia, the Supreme Court decision that struck down the law banning interracial marriage in the United States, wouldn't happen until three years after my mother and father's marriage.

As a result of the hostility from their community, Morgan and Alison were instructed to refer to our parents as 'Mother' and 'Father,' in the hope, I imagine, that the formality might elevate their status to respectable. Alison was extremely intelligent. I was told she brought home good grades and got into good schools. But she lived firsthand the discomfort and animosity directed toward her and her offbeat black and white family. She saw their neighbors throw raw meat studded with broken glass to their dogs, and their family car blown up.

She saw things inside the family too, things a child should never see and I will never know. * [Mariah's mother dabbled in the occult]

Was it better to live in a place where my white mother would often walk alone through the front door first, ahead of my black father with her mixed kids - for their safety? What does that do to the psyche of a man who is supposed to be the head of the household? How can such a man keep his family safe, and what does such an indignity signal to his black son?

Alison and Morgan believed I had it easier than they did. Not only was I lighter, but our father was very strict with them. He was not harsh with me because three or four was the oldest I had been when we were all together. During one of their countless fights, I vaguely remember my mother yelling at him something like, "This one is mine! You will not beat this one." But she often said she "didn't have the strength" to challenge my father's aggression when my siblings were growing up. My father was of the mentality that "children should be seen, not heard." He was a practical and militaristic man who had been in the army, with a mother from Venezuela and a mixed father.

I've heard Alison express that she felt like my mother tossed her away, that she clearly loved Morgan and me more than her. I don't really know what life was like for my sister living with our father [by court order my father and brother could not live together, and a psychiatrist thought a big contributing factor to Morgan's behavioral problems was Alison instigating and manipulating him to his breaking points]. It must've been dangerously claustrophobic - a feeling of abandonment and resentment toward my mother under their roof. And my father had no real tools to deal with her dysfunction and hurt. Eventually, they did form a bond, united in their disdain for my mother. Predictably, Alison turned to boys and sex in an attempt to fill a family-sized hole of rejection in her heart. At fifteen she became pregnant. Our mother wanted her to have an abortion. Our father told her she could have the baby if she got married. The father of the baby, a black nineteen year old military boy, was stationed in the Philippines, and that's where she went, with our father's permission.

I will never understand what happened to her in the Philippines. After a few years, she returned to Long Island. She was twenty and I was twelve. She had hardened into a strange kind of absence. Something must have happened to her to lead her to barter her body for money and drugs, as she went on to do for years.

When Alison came back, she would drift from place to place and man to man, occasionally crashing with us at my mother's house. There was one older man - I guessed he was about sixty. He had half a head of hair, all of which was gray. He was polite to my mother and would sometimes fill our refrigerator with food, so I guess she trusted him?

One day, Alison and my mother got into one of their epic arguments, and for some unknown reason Alison took me with her to this gentleman's house. Alison sat me down on a light-brown couch and handed me a little chalky ice-blue pill with a crease carved down the middle and a glass of water. "Here, take this," she said. I took it. Within minutes I was in a heavy, scary darkness, pushed down into a place beneath sleep, and I couldn't pull myself out. I don't know how long I was knocked out. I feel like I'd been absorbed into the couch. It was harrowing. At twelve, I probably weighed eighty pounds soaking wet, and Alison gave me a whole Valium. I don't know why my sister drugged me. I don't know why my mother let me go with her and this man.

-Mariah Carey

[talkbroadcast]

Jailed Forever is Where They Should Be Terry Dwayne Ashford Reporting - Monday at 11:11 AM

[Speaker 1]

Kill my mother and killed her. And then turned around under instructions of what is believed to be the mafia. That my sister Carolyn is locked away, in hoping that I would do whatever. Uh, is suggested in terms of signals to get her out of that trouble. Having killed my mother lied to me and held the information even when four went about the activity of Huh.

Um, Following a template that may have killed Whitney Houston and Bobby. Christina, her daughter was supposed to be me. Terry, Dwayne Ashford killed if I told Bobby Christina must have told on her black father that killed that is assumed killed. Whitney Houston. I'm Terry Ashford reporting for you here.

The basis of my saying, leave them there. They should be there for life and I really do not want them to be out. Uh because of my assumption uh the signals and everything that proves evidentially that that they hit my mother with the brick. Tried to kill my mother with the brick and that brick, uh, Is an indication.

Of premeditated murder attempt that failed after it failed. And that is when I Terry Ashford got with and rushed down after it failed is when they had to stall for time to kill her. And based on the information that I have provided you today, my father and my sisters were involved or In leadership of that, killing Wilma.

It is my belief that all of them should be jailed forever for withholding this information. Keeping me from doing anything about it and then trying to have lied on me to have placed me involved in a scam that would have killed my mother which is untrue. I'm Terry Ashford reporting for you.

They should stay in jail. This type of crime shall not be out on the streets, whatsoever. Letting it out on the streets. Only allows it to teach others. How to do what it had done. What you're seeing right. Now here in the mafia, following me is the replication of Whitney Houston.

The following of Whitney Houston, the stalking of Whitney Houston, the distilling of uh work that she does and the leaking of that work, that she does to terrorize Whitney Houston from beating Mariah Carey. All while that was happening, it is my belief that the stolen Voice tools were given to Mariah Carey.

And what's also given a black man to work on the black part of her life, and that Is how Mariah Carey got to distribute? Three times more albums than Whitney Houston. Whitney Houston couldn't get one album out. I want you to go back and listen to that one song.

What you looking at me for? That song was leaked out by the mafia before. The song was released by Whitney Houston. It is the exact same thing. That's been happening to me. Terry Dwayne Ashford. Unfortunately, I worked with them with crime and decided to go with news. So when you wink it, you're licking yourself.

Whitney Houston, that particular album. That was slated to be a platinum album. Gold, whatever the highest level of Of billboard sales charts that it could be it only sold about two hundred thousand copies within the first. Money money. And that is why. They are attacking the blacks, the mafia, the white Mafia was attacking the blacks and giving the black properties to the whites.

Mariah Carey is white. It appears to be Spic. I'm Tori. Ashford here reporting for you. That's why I decided to go with news because when you steal from me, you're going to be stealing from yourself. I have decided. That they should be there. Forever. They should not be allowed released whatsoever.

And I don't want to ever ever see them again. Putting it all together and what they tried to do to me my life and what they did to my mother Wilma. The objective, there was to steal the properties where my mother The. Terry Ashford. Reporting it for you.