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ma3fiore · 3 years

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Just A Black Coffee

Warning(s) ⇾ profanity,

Pairing ⇾ kuroo x gn!reader

Genre ⇾ fluff and some angst, college au, mini-series

WC ⇾ 3.1k

Summary ⇾ You just got out of a toxic relationship and now you need a new place to stay. Your friend just so happens to know someone who’s looking for a roommate who can help out with the rent for the apartment.

AN: @luv4sakusa wanted to be included in my story so bad so I put her in 😒

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Ch. 1: New Encounters

It was two in the morning, you and your boyfriend were in a heated argument. You had just caught him cheating on you, but he was trying to deny it. “Why won’t you just fucking admit it!” Your throat was hurting from screaming so much. “I saw you on the couch with her and you dare to tell me that it was nothing!” Truth be told, you had known for a while now that something was going on, but you were in denial. You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend of five years would do something like that. Yet here you are right now, confronting him. “Omg, you’re overreacting. I was just--” you cut him off “YOU WHAT? HUH? YOU TRIPPED AND YOUR TONGUE ACCIDENTALLY SLIPPED INTO HER MOUTH?” You didn’t want to start crying, yet your body said otherwise. He stared at you in silence before you stomped off to the bedroom.

“Y/n what are you doing?” “Isn't it obvious? I’m packing my shit and breaking up with you.” You were shoving your things into your suitcase not bothering to fold any of your clothes. He scoffs, “Really? Where are you gonna go then?” “Anywhere without you seems good.” You had no clue where to go, all you knew was that you didn’t want to be near Daisho for another second.

You zipped up your suitcase and pushed past him. He forcefully grabbed your arm causing you to turn around. “You can’t just leave me y/n,” he says almost menacingly. “I think I fucking can when I have a pretty valid reason.” You yanked your arm away from him and walked out of the apartment leaving him alone with the girl. As soon as you were out, you felt a sense of relief, but that soon went away as you realized that those five years you spent together were nothing. And your heart starts to ache even more the further you walk away.

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You were sat on a park bench, the autumn winds nipping at your nose. You looked at your phone and the time read 2:31 am. ‘I shouldn’t have left while it was this cold’ You go to your contacts and call your best friend Abby. “Y/n?” she says in a raspy voice. “What’s wrong, why are you up right now?” You sigh before telling her everything that happened.

“So, yea I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a bit.” “Bitch of course you can! Fuck Daisho, his bitch-ass doesn’t deserve you.” You chuckle at her string of curses. “I’ll be over soon.” “Okayyy be safe.”

You were thankful for having a friend like Abby. You stood up from the bench and made your way over to her apartment. You needed to start finding a place for yourself soon because you didn’t want to mooch off of your friend for too long. You knew she wouldn’t mind having you stay, but you didn’t want to be too much of a burden because she lived in a pretty small space. You got on the bus that led to her address and looked up some websites for apartment listings to pass the time.

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By the time you arrived at her place, it was already 3 am. You knocked on her door waiting for her to come and open it. You wait there for a few minutes before the door slowly cracks open. “Hey hun,” she says with her eyes partially open. She invites you in and leads you to the living room to set your things down.

“You can put your suitcase over here and there are some toiletries in the closet if you need them.” “Thanks, Abby, you’re the best.” “Of course, you know I’d do anything for you.” “Yea I know.” “So how ya holdin’ up?” You stared at her in silence for a moment trying to recollect your thoughts. You thought you had cried it all out while you sat in the park earlier, so you were surprised when you felt tears streaming down your face.

You didn’t want to cry over this anymore, but your emotions got the better of you. You held your head in your hands and kept sobbing, unable to stop the emotions from pouring out. Abby came over to your side and hugged you. She didn’t say anything. She just let you cry it out until you were able to compose yourself. Deep down she always had a bad feeling about Daisho ever since the day you announced you two were dating. She just didn’t want to say anything because you were so happy. To her, it felt like she was overstepping her boundaries.

“Ok, I think I’ve cried about this enough for today.” “Well shit, I thought I was gonna have to hear you cry until class started.” You chuckled. “Oh shut up.” “I think it’s time we both go to bed, otherwise we’ll pass out from sleep deprivation in class.” She gets up and brings you some pillows and blankets. She bids you goodnight before going back to her room. You were glad she went back to her room because you didn’t want her to see you crying still. You felt bad that you called her so late so you told her to go to bed. You spent that night crying until you finally fell asleep.

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You woke up at 7 am, eyes still sore from all the crying you did. You felt so drained, but you had to get up and get ready for your classes. Getting up from the couch, you fold the blankets and place them neatly to the side. You open your suitcase and take out your clothes and some toiletries before heading off to the bathroom.

You saw your reflection in the mirror and were startled at the image before you. Eyes all red and puffy and hair all tangled and sticking up. ‘Yikes,’ you thought. You quickly detangle your hair and wait for the shower to heat up.

When you get out, you quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of clothes. After getting dressed and drying your hair, you met Abby at the kitchen for breakfast.

“You gonna be okay going to school?” she questions while grabbing two plates, placing one in front of you. You take a seat at the counter and fix yourself some of the food she prepared. “I’m not gonna let this whole break up ruin my studies alright. I just have to hold myself together during the day and break down when I get home,” you say with a strained smile. She rolls her eyes at your remark and takes the seat next to you.

“I swear if I see him I’m gonna--” you interrupt, “You’re going to walk away and not cause any drama.” She looks at you with an unamused face. “I’m serious, I don’t want any drama. I said what I said and I have no reason to talk to him anymore.” She turns back to her food before responding. “Okay fine.” You shake your head as you see the look of disappointment on her face. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

You two finished up your food and grabbed your things for school. Both of you rushed to the train station so you wouldn’t be late for class. You were still in anguish over the events that happened, but you were trying your hardest to ignore those feelings so you could focus on your studies. You were anxious about running into him because you felt like you would start crying again if you did. You didn’t want to have a whole breakdown in school.

You pushed all those thoughts in the back of your head as you reached the front of the school. “I have my club meeting after school so you’re gonna be going home by yourself.” “That’s fine I have my part-time job today.” You bid your goodbyes as the both of you head to your respective classes.

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You head to the back of the classroom and take a seat. You didn’t feel like socializing with anyone at the moment. Mainly because you didn’t want anyone to notice how red your eyes were. You had tried to cover it up as best as you could but to no avail. You decided to look for more apartment listings as you wait for the professor to come to class. All the ones you found were either too expensive or looked like they would fall apart the second you walked in. Finally, the professor walks in and begins the class.

You barely paid attention during the lecture. You were so tired from basically having zero hours of sleep and stressing out over how you were going to find a place to live. You weren’t that close with anyone in your class so you couldn’t even ask them for help. You had zoned out for the majority of the class. The only thing that you obtained from the lecture was that you had a research paper due in the two weeks that was worth 25% of your grade.

You feel a buzz from your phone and you look down to see what it was.

*Message from Abby*

Abby: “Hey y/n, I just wanted to let you know my boyfriend is coming over later to hang, but don’t worry we won’t make you a third wheel :)”

Y/n: “If I walk in on both you being whores, I’ll kick you out of your apartment--”

Abby: “Whatever”

You turn your phone off and try to pay attention to the last ten minutes of the lecture.

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School was finally over and you quickly met with Abby to tell her that you might be coming home late because you had to cover for your coworker. “Okay, just remember to be safe, you never know what sketchy ass guy is gonna be around.” “Don’t worry I know how to take care of myself. I didn’t take those self-defense classes for no reason.” She waves goodbye as she heads over to meet with her club.

You walked over to the convenience store where you worked that was only a couple of blocks away from your school. You liked taking the night shifts because it was usually the least busy and it meant you could do some homework. That being said, you also had your fair share of creeps and drunks. You had bought pepper spray just in case anything happens. Though you hoped that you wouldn’t have to use it.

When you arrived, the worker there got up to leave so you could take over. You didn’t have much to do. Your main tasks consisted of restocking shelves, mopping the floors, and managing the register. When it was just you in the store it kind of felt peaceful. Sometimes you’d just observe the people who walk by and other times you’d be lost in thought. However this time, you wanted to be away from your thoughts. You tried to put on some music to drown out your thoughts. For a while, it was working until you saw your ex walking hand in hand with the girl he cheated on you with. You were enraged at the sight. How could he move on so easily, while you were still stuck on it? Were you overreacting? Were you the only one who cared about the relationship? All these negative thoughts started to flood in. You were brought back to reality when you heard the bell from the door ring, signaling that a customer was there. You quickly brush off those thoughts and greet the customer. The last hour and a half went into cleaning the floors and doing a little bit of homework.

By the time you finished your shift, the sun had completely disappeared. Although you were confident in your self-defense skills, you would still be nervous about walking home alone. You made sure that you had your pepper spray with you before locking up. You quickly shoot Abby a text saying that you were done with work and were on your way to the apartment.

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Upon your arrival home, you were greeted by a very loud and energetic guy, who you assumed to be Abby’s boyfriend. You were caught off guard by his liveliness, especially since it was pretty late. “Y/n, this is Bokuto, my boyfriend.” “Bo, this my friend that I was talking to you about.” You exchanged hellos before you went to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Y/n I just solved all your problems,” your best friend announces to you as you exit the bathroom. “Uh how exactly?” you question with one eyebrow raised. “Bo, tell her” she nudges her boyfriend. You sat down next to them on the couch waiting for his response. “So, Abby told me how you’re looking for a place and I happen to know someone who’s looking for a roommate to share the rent.” Your eyes lit up immediately. “Omg really?!” you ask in excitement. “Yup, I can--” you interrupt “I’ll take it.” Both of them were startled by your immediate acceptance.

“Damn y/n, you hate me that much.” You roll your eyes at her remark. “You know that’s not the reason why I wanna leave.” You turn back to Bokuto to ask who this person is just to make sure it wasn’t some sketchy weirdo. “He’s a friend of mine from high school, he goes to the same college as us. He’s a marketing major.” “Okay, he seems fine.” “Yea, I’ll tell him that you’re interested, and I can set up a time for you guys to get acquainted.” You were kind of excited to meet your potential new roommate. You just hoped that he wasn’t going to be an asshole like your ex. “Thanks so much, Bokuto.” “No problem y/n” he flashes a friendly smile.

After a few hours of hanging out with each other, Bokuto had to go. Before leaving he gave you the address of the apartment, Kuroo’s contact information, and his own. He said he would tell you when Kuroo would be able to meet with you. “Aren’t you glad to have such an amazing friend like me?” she asks smugly. “Uhh if I’m not mistaken it was Bokuto who knows Kuroo not you.” you tease. “Okay, but who was the one who introduced you to him? Me exactly.” The both of you started laughing. “Ok, but seriously thank you for doing this. I’ll treat you to ramen sometime.” “You better.”

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A week has passed since that day, and Bokuto finally texted you saying that Kuroo was able to meet. You were waiting in anticipation. You were hoping that he didn’t already find someone else during that week of waiting. A wave of relief washed over you when you received Bokuto’s message with the details for the meeting. “So when are you seeing him?” she asks from the kitchen. “Today at 4.” You had about an hour to get ready. “Are you nervous?” “Yes and no,” you respond. “I just hope he doesn’t reject me,” you say while trying to pick out an outfit. “Bo said that he’d be fine with anyone as long as they’re able to pay the other half.” “Do you know anything about him?” you inquire hoping to get a little more information before meeting him. “The only thing Bo has told me is that they’ve known each other since high school and were rival teams for volleyball. Other than that, I’m as clueless as you.” You give her a slight nod.

You finally picked out your outfit and went to go change. “Does this look okay?” She turns around to see what you had on. “Yea you look great.” You go back into the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror one more time. “ARE YOU SURE?” you yell. “YES STOP WORRYING, YOU LOOK FINE!” she yells back. You leave the bathroom to grab your bag and head to the cafe. “Wish me luck,” you sigh. “Relax, it’s not a life or death situation,” she jokes. You wave goodbye and head over to the cafe, hoping that you wouldn’t arrive late.

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You walk into the cafe scanning the area to see if he was there. You didn’t even know what he looked like so there was no point in trying to look. You feel a buzz from your pocket. You take your phone out to see a message from Kuroo.

Kuroo Tetsurō: “By the window.”

You look up to see a guy with spiky hair sitting by the window looking at you. You could feel his gaze piercing through you. Your heart started to race. You walked over hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous you were. “Hey gorgeous,” he says with a smirk. “What’s your name?” His forwardness caught you off guard. “Uh I’m y/n,” you say as you took the seat across from him. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asks. “A black coffee is fine.” He gets up to order the drinks. As he gets up, you catch yourself admiring his looks but you quickly brush it off, especially when he’s going to be your future roommate. Besides you just got out of a relationship. Just as you brushed it off, he comes back with the drinks.

“So why do you wanna be my roommate?” he asks you and you reply with “I just really need a place to live right now, I promise I’ll be a good roommate, and make sure to give the payments on time.” “Whoa whoa whoa there, I just asked for a reason not a whole life story,” he says in a teasing manner. You sit there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart.” Little did he know that it made you feel even more flustered. “Uhmm it’s fine,” you reply. Trying to ease the conversation from what just happened, you say in a cocky manner, “So do you want me or not?” Causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

“This is going to be interesting.”

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Dad Tim & Uncle Rhys Part 8

Back at it again with Tim trying his hardest and Rhys somehow getting sucked into their problems! I’ll probably do a follow-up to this part, so more soon! You can read part one here

“It’s not going to work, Rhys,” Tim said, throwing a contract down on Rhys’ desk. “They’ve been fighting me for you to take that wording out.”

“I will not,” Rhys said indignantly. “Atlas prides itself on being state of the art. If we take that wording out, they can use cheaper materials, and it’ll lower the quality of that line of weapons.”

“I hear you, I hear you,” Tim said, thumbing through the pages of the contract. “Alright, buy me a little time on it. Push the meeting back a day or two. I’ll see if I can’t hide it somewhere else with more clever wording.”

It was a little scary how good Tim was at things like that. Then again, he’d been trained to negotiate and write up contracts by Handsome Jack, so Rhys supposed it was scary but not surprising.

“I can buy you at least a day, but I’ll push for two or three,” Rhys said, writing a note to get right on that after Tim left his office. “Now, onto the next thing. Which is...uh…”

“Analysis of those trials,” Tim said, digging through a folder to pull out reports. “I had them send the reports to me and glanced them over earlier. Haven’t had a chance to look in-depth yet, but it seems like everything is going well.”

Tim passed some papers to Rhys. As Rhys organized them, Tim helped himself to some of his coffee, courtesy of Lorelei.

Lorelei had taken a liking to Phoenix, so in an attempt to win him over, she often brought coffee for Tim and juice or soda for Phoenix. Right now, he sat reading in the corner, nibbling at a cookie she’d gotten him from a local bakery.

He looked up, opened his mouth, then shut it and put his head back down. Rhys kicked Tim under the desk and nodded to Phoenix.

“Need something, pal?” Tim said.

Phoenix turned his book around. “Dunno this word, dad. Can’t sound it out.”

“Bring it closer. Dad’s only got one working eye,” Tim said, gesturing him over.

Phoenix got up, frowning at his hands because one had the book and one had the cookie, leaving no room to grab his bear.

“Cookie in your mouth,” Tim offered.

Phoenix brightened, sticking part of the cookie in his mouth so he could grab his bear. He went over to Tim, who took the book to free up one of his hands.

Tim lifted Phoenix into his lap. “Which word? This one?”

“Uh-huh,” Phoenix said. “Dunno that word. I tried to sound it out but I still can’t get it.”

“Well, at least you tried. The word is ‘weather’,” Tim said.

“Oh!” Phoenix said, pushing his cookie into Tim’s hand so he could take the book back. “Don’t eat that. Weather. Weather.” He spoke it slowly, tracing it with his finger.

He’d really dedicated himself to learning how to read. Rhys had bought him several books to practice with when Tim left him in the office. He was getting noticeably better, but he still struggled with longer words.

There was a knock on the door. Phoenix tensed up, but Tim just gave him an easy smile and ruffled his hair, passing his cookie back to him.

“Come in,” Rhys called.

The door opened and in came a woman Rhys knew, but not well. Tim’s easy smile turned to surprise, and he looked flustered as he tried to straighten his shirt a little.

“M-Moxxi,” he said. “What, um, what are you doing here?”

“Checking on you, sugar,” Moxxi said, winking at him. Tim’s face heated up. “I had some business with a supplier in Promethea so I’ll be here for about two days. I wanted to see how you were doing. Plus, Ember asked me to check on the two of you.”

“We’re good,” Tim said, pointing lamely at Phoenix’s book. “He’s working on his reading skills. And I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t had time to, uh, you know, drown in trauma or anything. Mostly.”

“Rhys, how’s he doing?” Moxxi said.

“Fine,” Rhys said honestly. “He’s been a huge asset to Atlas. He’s a hard worker and he’s good at his job. Kind of a pain in the ass and socially stunted, but we’re working on it.”

“I was in a casino for seven years!” Tim said, glaring at him.

“How’s the hand?” Moxxi asked, sauntering over and taking Tim’s cybernetic hand, running light fingers over it.

Tim’s face grew even redder. “O-Oh, it’s, um, it’s good. Works fine.”

“Maybe you can show me sometime,” she said, smirking at the dumbstruck look on his face. “I could use help moving some crates into transport.”

“Right! Right, moving crates. I can move crates,” Tim said weakly.

“And how are you doing, Phoenix? Your mom misses you,” Moxxi said, giving him a surprisingly kind smile. “She always gets excited for your daily calls.”

Phoenix looked at her with such distrust that it bordered on hostility. Rhys was surprised to see the expression on his face, especially considering that as far as Rhys had gathered, Moxxi was the whole reason Tim and Phoenix survived and escaped the casino.

“Hey, she asked how you’re doing,” Tim said, nudging him.

Phoenix didn’t respond. He just tensed up, gripping his bear tighter, never taking his eyes off Moxxi.

If it bothered Moxxi, she didn’t let it show, the smile staying on her face. “Well, Ember said you two are still working on socializing him. I won’t press him. It is good to see you though, Phoenix. You look much healthier.”

“I’m teaching myself how to cook so I can feed him better meals. He’s gained some weight and gotten a little bit taller,” Tim said. “It’s good. He was always worryingly small. Hey, uh, maybe I could...cook you dinner while you’re here? Catch up.” His face heated up again. “You can tell me about the casino.”

“Sure, sugar,” she said, back to the seductive smile. “I’d love to hear about your life here, too. Mind coming to talk with me for a moment? In private.”

Tim immediately stood up, setting Phoenix down in his chair. Phoenix tried to cling stubbornly to him, but Tim pried his hands off.

“I’ll be right back, pal,” he promised. “Stay with Rhys. I’ll just be in my office with Moxxi for a few minutes.”

“Dad!” Phoenix said, grabbing his arm again. “Don’t. Don’t go.”

“Phoenix,” Tim said, slight exasperation in his voice. “Rhys is here with you. I’ll be in my office. You know where I am if you need me. We just need to talk for a minute, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

Moxxi put a hand on Tim’s arm to guide him out of the room. When the door shut, Phoenix glared at it.

“She doesn’t work here,” he said, that surprising hostility back. “Can’t you make her leave?”

“She had a visitor pass,” Rhys said in confusion. “She’s authorized to be here. Phoenix, what’s wrong? Didn’t she help save you and your dad?”

He glared at Rhys now, hugging his bear to his chest. “It’s her fault dad lost his hand. He hid until she showed up. Then he got caught and he almost died.”

“But from what I understand, Moxxi was trying to help him escape,” Rhys said. “And he only had to cut his hand off because of Jack’s protocols.”

“I don’t like her!” Phoenix said stubbornly. “Make her leave, boss guy. She doesn’t work here. She’s not Atlas.”

“But why don’t you like her?” Rhys pressed, sensing there was more to this.

For as distrustful as Phoenix was, he wasn’t usually hateful like this. And he’d been getting better with everyone trying to help socialize him. So this whole thing was baffling Rhys.

“She’s gonna take my dad!” Phoenix said.

“What? No she’s not. She’s the reason you and your dad left the casino,” Rhys said. “Why would she take him back?”

“Nu-uh!” he said, shaking his head. “Dad likes her.” Frustrated tears rose in his eyes, but he choked them back. “Dad’s s’posed to like mom. Not some clown lady.” He hugged his bear even tighter. “He’s s’posed to like my mom!”

Oh. Rhys wished he hadn’t pried for an answer.

He leaned back in his chair. Tim didn’t speak about it much, but from what Rhys had gathered, Phoenix was the result of Tim and Ember having a few near-death experiences that all ended in frantic adrenaline fueled, unprotected sex. Tim had specified that they’d always been good friends, but never a couple.

As far as Rhys knew, the two were perfectly happy remaining friends instead of being a couple. Ember planned to stay working in the casino, and they’d agreed to have Tim raise Phoenix for now so the boy could finally grow up outside of the casino.

“Phoenix, your mom and dad were never a, um, a couple. I know Timothy likes your mom. Just not...not as anything more than a friend,” Rhys said awkwardly, unsure if Tim and Ember had ever had this talk with Phoenix.

“He can’t like the clown lady! She’s not my mom!” Phoenix argued.

Rhys supposed it was best to wait this out and let Tim talk to Phoenix about it. But Phoenix was growing anxious like he did when he feared Tim was in danger, so he tried a different approach.

“Doesn’t your mom work with Moxxi? So I’m sure she likes Moxxi,” Rhys attempted. “That must mean your mom would trust her with you and your dad.”

“Dad can’t like her,” Phoenix repeated stubbornly.

Well, this was getting nowhere. Rhys sighed.

“We can talk about it when Tim comes back. Finish your cookie,” Rhys said, picking up his paperwork. At Phoenix’s look, Rhys gave a reluctant nod. “Yes, I promise we’ll talk about it when he comes back. Or you two will talk about it. I still don’t know how I keep getting sucked into all this.”

Phoenix glared at the door as he finished up his cookie. He tugged at the ear of his bear instead of pacing.

It was a bit before Tim returned. “Moxxi had to get to a meeting. Sorry about that. Just haven’t seen her in a while, you know?”

“Boss guy,” Phoenix pressed.

“Yea, I know!” Rhys said. “Timothy, Phoenix...doesn’t like you talking to Moxxi.”

“What?” Tim said in confusion. “Why not?”

“‘Cause she’s not my mom!” Phoenix said.

Tim looked pained for a moment before going over to his chair. He lifted Phoenix up so he could sit, settling Phoenix into his lap.

“Phoenix, I love your mom. She’s one of my best friends,” Tim said. “But we’ve talked about this. Your mom and I love each other, but we aren’t in love. We’re always going to raise you together, but we’re not going to be a couple.”

Phoenix’s eyes watered again and he looked away from Tim. “But I miss mom.”

Tim hugged him tightly. “I know, Phoenix. I’m sorry.”

Phoenix began to cry harder. “I want you and mom. It’s not fair. It’s not fair!”

“Shhh, I know, pal. I really do,” Tim soothed. “I was raised by a single parent. I know it hurts sometimes. I’m sorry you haven’t seen her in so long.”

“If you marry the clown lady then what if I never see my mom again?” Phoenix whimpered.

“Hey, no, no way. We’d never do that to you. And your mom loves you too much to let anyone keep her away from you,” Tim said, kissing Phoenix. “C’mon, pal, why don’t we go for a walk and visit Lorelei? And when you’ve calmed down a little, we can call mom so you can talk to her.”

“I miss her!” Phoenix said, burying his face against Tim’s shoulder and clutching at his shirt. “I miss my mom! I want my mom and dad! It’s not fair!”

Tim looked heartbroken at his son’s distress. He rubbed Phoenix’s back, kissing his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, Phoenix.” He stood up with Phoenix in his arms and glanced at Rhys. “Do you mind if I take him outside for some air? I’ll be back in a few minutes. It’ll give you time to read those reports.”

“Go,” Rhys said. “Take your time. Go home early if you need to. I can manage, Timothy.”

“I’ll be back,” Tim promised, carrying his son out.

Rhys felt awful seeing the kid cry like that. Phoenix was so attached to Tim that he’d never really considered whether or not the boy missed his mom.

Rhys sighed and grabbed his ECHO, connecting a feed. He was probably going to regret this, but he’d grown too attached to Timothy Lawrence and his son.

“Something I can do for you, Rhys?” Moxxi answered.

“I know Timothy said you had a meeting, so I’ll make this quick,” Rhys said. “Any way you can help me plan a surprise to cheer Phoenix up?”

He and Moxxi spoke for a bit before hanging up. Rhys picked the reports back up, hoping like hell he was helping and not about to make things even harder for the family.

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #borderlands rhys #dad tim & uncle rhys #borderlands au #My writing

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disneymiraculousefandomsblog · 4 years

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Hey guys! So I wanted to write a new dream Fic since I never really have written one yet so this is my first. I really wanted to write one because I wanted to include the characters for the series since we didn’t actually get to see them in the short and since we didn’t really get a scene where cass apologized to Varian I decided to include it so here it is. I also want to thank @lanceloth for helping me with some ideas I added to my story I hope you like it and let me know what you think?

Rapunzels Wedding

Rapunzel’s Long awaited day had finally arrived she was finally going to get married. Rapunzel was so exited she honestly thought she never would have even gotten this far when she lived in the Tower. She always thought that she would have been stuck in that tower forever and never get to have a adventure. But all that changed when she met Eugene and fell in love with him.

“Hello your highness, I see your already up, are you exited for the big day?” Faith asked Rapunzel.

“Hey Faith, yes I am REALLY EXITED!, Eugene and I have been together for a while now and we have had so many adventures together we even defeating Zhan Tiri together with the help of our friends of course, but now I am ready to be queen and rule this kingdom when the time comes.” Rapunzel replied.

Faith smiled, “I’m glad Princess you’ll make a great queen”. Faith stated.

Rapunzel smiled, Faith was very shy and she didn’t like to talk much not like cass did. Faith finished getting Rapunzel ready for the wedding when an unexpected friend showed up. Cassandra opens the door and walks in.

“Hey Raps!” Cassandra said. Rapunzel turned around and a huge smile came on her face.

“Cass!” Rapunzel shouted running to give Cassandra a hug. “What are you doing here?, I thought you were on an adventure and you couldn’t come” Rapunzel said hugging her tighter.

Cassandra smiled and returned the hug, “come on you didn’t think I’d miss your wedding day, Eugene and I do have our differences but I still wouldn’t miss your special day” Cassandra smiled pulling away from the hug.

Rapunzel smiled, “Do you want to help me finish getting ready like old times?” Rapunzel Asked Cassandra.

“Sure why not” Cassandra said with a smile. Faith left and while Cassandra was getting Rapunzel ready Eugene was in his room getting ready for the wedding.

“Lance I can’t believe it, After asking and asking Rapunzel finally said yes, i can’t wait to live the rest of my life with her” Eugene stated to Lance who was helping him put his suit on.

“I know who knew a lucky guy like you could have gotten a girl as pretty and Royal as Rapunzel, I mean you were an orphan, and most of your life you were a thief stealing and your big dream was to live on an island all alone with money” Lance said.

Eugene looked at Lance with a I can’t believe you just went there look, “Ok you are right I honestly didn’t think I ever settle down with someone, but I didn’t know I was a prince either” Eugene stated.

“Yeah look what you did to stalyan, you left her at the alter and you know what happened” Lance said remembering that day they kidnapped them and he almost died. Eugene remembered that day too it was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do to Rapunzel. He could just remember the face she made when he closed the door on Rapunzel, he didn’t do it intentionally but he had no choice to save Lance.

Lance looked at Eugene, “Hey, don’t be getting emotional on me” Lance said.

“That was all in the past buddy, today is the day you have been waiting for all your life, you deserve to be happy Eugene” Lance said putting his hand on Eugenes shoulder.

Eugene smiled, “Thanks Lance, I know we don’t really talk about our emotions but your the best friend I could ask for thanks buddy “ Eugene told Lance with a smile.

“Alright, let’s finish getting you ready” Lance said with a smile while fixing Eugenes Jacket.

Meanwhile back in Rapunzel’s room, Cassandra finished fixing Rapunzel’s dress, “Wow Raps, you look beautiful!” Cassandra told Rapunzel.

“Aww thanks Cass” Rapunzel answered with a smile.

Cassandra put the vail on Rapunzel’s hair and she was finished. Rapunzel turned to look into the mirror and see herself. “Wow, Thank you Cass for helping me and coming all this way to see me get married” Rapunzel said giving Cass a hug. Cassandra smiled and returned the hug.

“Cass can you do me a favor? Can you go find Varian and ask him if he’s ready he is done helping Max and Pascal they are going to hand us the rings.” Rapunzel asked Cass.

“Sure Raps, I’ll be back before the wedding starts” Cassandra answered heading to the door to leave.

Varian was in his lab getting ready for the wedding since Eugene has asked him and Lance to be his best man, Varian felt honored he never got invited to a wedding before and he certainly never thought he be someone’s best man but he was happy that his two best friends were finally getting married after everything that happened they deserved to be happy.

Varian heard a knock at the door, “I’m coming” he shouted. Varian opened the door and to his surprise it was Cassandra, he wasn’t expecting to see her at the wedding since she was on her adventure.

“Oh Hey Cass, what a surprise I thought you couldn’t make it to the wedding?” Varian asked sheepishly.

“Hey Varian, uhh Raps wanted me to ask you if you were done getting ready and if you finished helping Max and Pascal with the rings?” Cass asked trying to not make eye contact. Varian gave a small smile,

“Oh.. yeah they are ready their just waiting for me to finish getting ready.” Varian said sheepishly. There was an awkward silence for awhile, Cassandra felt uneasy with Varian because of what she did to him when she was bad, she didn’t know if varian actually forgave her for what she put him through kidnapping, Drugged him, pushing him off a cliff, but most of all controlling his dad, he had already suffered with him loosing his dad and she just had made it worst for him.

Varian felt a bit odd being around Cassandra he was still trying to get over what she did to him. she never really apologized to him for what she did and what she caused him to go through she just got up and left. No Jail time or community service, it just didn’t seem fair that he was tossed in Jail for his crime and Cass wasn’t. Varian liked Cass and he knew she changed for the better now but he still had some kind of resentment towards her.

Cassandra saw Varian and she knew what she did to him was wrong and that she needed to make amends because Varian at once did think of her as his friend.

“Varian, I’m really sorry for everything I did and put you through, I know I never really fully apologized to you and it wasn’t right and I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you?, I’m really sorry Varian for everything” Cassandra said with her head down and a sad tone in her voice.

Varian didn’t know what to say, he knew Cass wasn’t a person who liked to share or show her feelings, but he understood what she went through because he went down that path of darkness too and if Rapunzel was able to forgive him and trust him again and give him a second chance after everything he did he should do the same.

“Cass, it did hurt me what you did to Corona and to me, and I tried reaching out to you but you refused to Listen..but I understand because I went down that path of darkness myself and it blinds you and makes you into a monster...but just as Rapunzel forgave me and gave me a second chance then I should do the same.” Varian said with a half smile.

“Cass I forgive you, I forgive you for everything and I hope we can learn to trust each other and be friends again”Varian told her giving her a smile. Cassandra looked at Varian and gave him a smile.

“Th...Thank you Varian, I promise I am going to try my best do whatever i can to make it up to you” Cassandra said putting her hand on his shoulder. Varian gazed at Cassandra and gave her a smile.

“Thank you Cass, It’s great to have you back” Varian said giving her a hug. Cassandra smiled and Returned the hug.

Varian pulled away from the hug, “well I have to finish getting ready I’ll see you at the wedding?” Varian asked Cassandra.

“Yea I’ll see you at the wedding” Cassandra answered.

Varian waved goodbye to Cassandra and finished getting himself ready. The wedding was about to begin all the guest were arriving and getting to their seats Eugene was already at the alter with Lance and Varian beside him waiting for Rapunzel to walk down the isle. The doors opened and the wedding march started playing the king was walking Rapunzel down the isle Eugene couldn’t take his eyes of his Fiancé she was beautiful she was wearing a beautiful white dress with a long lace design vail. He still couldn’t believe that the day he had been waiting for finally arrived after asking and asking Rapunzel finally said yes.

King Fredric kissed his daughter on the cheek and handed her over to Eugene. The priest started saying

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company of witnesses to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony”. Max and pascal were waiting close to the bride and groom to hand them the rings when they asked for them. But a flower flew into Max nose and he could stop himself from sneezing.

The sneezed made the pillow go up and down tossing the rings up and rolling them outside. Max and Pascals face went pale luckily no one was paying attention to what just happened. Max and Pascal immediately ran after the rings to try and catch them, Varian saw them leave in a hurry and wondered what happened because they were going to ask for the rings soon, Varian sneaked our of his place and went out the back to try and catch Max. Luckily Max saw Varian and ran up to him while Pascal was still trying to catch the rings.

“Max what are you guys doing?, They are doing to ask for the rings soon....Max where are the rings?” Varian asked with concern.

Max snorted trying to tell him what happened and Varian understood. “A flower flew up your nose and made you sneezed causing the rings to fall and roll away? Varian asked Max to confirm that’s what happened. Max shook his head yes.

“Well let’s go find them and get them back quickly before they notice that we are gone” Varian said staying to run after the rings.

They ran throughout the entire market trying to get the rings, Max was running after Eugenes ring but he didn’t see the wheel cart in front of him and she stepped on it causing him to fall inside and make the cart move. He manage to catch the ring with his mouth when the cart was on the move, but he didn’t see the frying pan signs and he couldn’t control the cart and he got hit with 4 signs he was passed out. When the frying pans were hitting Max the person releasing the lanterns thought the bell rang and let the tarp go to let the lanterns fly. Pascal saw one of the rings get caught on one of the lanterns they were going to release after the wedding bell rang, pascal looked at Varian.

“Ok Pascal, do you think you can climb up there and get it?” Varian asked.

Pascal saluted Varian with his hand and started to climb. he saw the tarp fall and the lanterns started to fly away. Pascal managed to get to the lantern with the ring before it flew away and tried to grab it but a strong wind blew the lantern making the ring fall. Varian ran after it trying to catch it before it fell.

“I got it, I got it” Varian shouted reaching his hands to catch the ring, but he wasn’t watching where he was going and bumped into a fruit cart full of blueberries. He fell into the cart face first getting his black suit all stained with blueberries. “Gah! this is never coming off, and my dad is going to kill me” Varian stated to himself lifting himself up from the cart and dusting off any remaining blueberries.

“I’m so sorry I will pay for the damage as soon as i get the rings” Varian told the merchant still running after Rapunzel’s ring.

Max had finally woken up the cart was still rolling he opened his lips to see if he still had the ring and he did he was happy. Max looked around to see where he was and to try to stop the cart, when he saw Rapunzel’s ring rolling on the ground, Pascal managed to land the lantern he was on and he started to run after the ring again. Varian continued to run after Max and Pascal he was trying to avoid as many obstacles as he could. He Spotted Max and Pascal he ran as fast as he could to catch up. Pascal had managed to catch Rapunzel’s ring and max pulled him into the cart they smiled at each other as they saw that both rings were safe.

Varian spotted a cliff, the road was about to end, “*gasp* guys look out!” Varian shouted to Max and Pascal.

Max and Pascal looked forward and saw a dead end they looked at each other and a scared look came on their faces. Varian kept running and was thinking to himself how he was going to stop that cart.

“Ugh, if only I had brought my Alchemy balls I could stop the cart,.... Wait I do have one” Varian said breathlessly from all his running. He pulled a ball full of blue liquid, he tossed it at the cart, the ball exploded, the smoke finally cleared and some kind of blue hoop had stopped the cart just in the nick of time but the cart was going so fast that when it stopped it tossed Max and Pascal into the sky.

“No..No..No.. that wasn’t supposed to happen it shouldn’t have tossed them out...it was just supposed to stop the cart” Varian said with anger and worry. What if they don’t land somewhere safe, what if they die from the fall no one can survive a fall from that height, it would have been his fault that Max and Pascal were gone and Rapunzel and Eugene wouldn’t have any rings and the wedding would be ruined and everyone would hate him again. Varian looked up and saw that they managed to fall in a tar factory.

“ohh.. that’s not good” Varian shockingly said. He started to run towards the tar factory, when he arrived Max and Pascal were covered in black tar. “Oh guys.... I am so sorry...I...I didn’t mean for this to happen” Varian told them with sadness in his voice.

Max and Pascal looked at each other and smiled, Max nudged Varian telling him to look at them, Max opened his lips and Pascal opened his hand and they put the rings in Varian’s hands.

“*gasp*, you still have the rings!” Varian said with excitement. “Oh no... the wedding must almost be over we better leave now” Varian stated.

“I’m sorry about the tar incident can you forgive me?” Varian asked Max and Pascal. They smiled and gave him another nudge telling him they forgave him.

“Thanks guys” Varian said with a smile. They made their way back to the castle running as fast as they could, they managed to make it at the exact moment the priest was done.

“May I have the rings” the priest said.

Rapunzel and Eugene turned around and were absolutely in shock at what they saw, Max and Pascal were mostly covered in tar, and Varian was standing right next to them and his suit covered in blue stains and his hair was all messed up and dirty from when he was running. Nobody knew what to think or what happened, Eugene grabbed his ring and put it on Rapunzel’s finger, and Rapunzel grabbed Eugene ring and placed it on his finger, they looked at each other.

“You May kiss the bride” the priest said.

Eugene and Rapunzel kissed and everyone started shouting and clapping congratulating the newly weds. Eugene and Rapunzel made their way to the out of the church to the castle where they would finished celebrating their wedding. Varian smiled he was so happy they were able to get the rings back and that the wedding wasn’t ruined. Cassandra and Lance came over to Varian.

“What happened to you?” Cassandra asked

“Yeah why are you all dirty?” Lance asked

“Hehe... it’s a long story” Varian said sheepishly putting his hand behind his head.

“Well we have till the party is over, here let’s go get you cleaned up before you dad sees you” Cassandra said with a smile

“Hehe ok thanks Cass” Varian answered with a smile.

Lance took Max and Pascal to try and get them cleaned up as well before the party started he didn’t know how he was going to take off the tar but he’d finds a way. Cassandra managed to get some of the blueberries stains out and she fixed his hair, Lance found a natural remedy Exavior gave him to get rid of the tar without pulling the skin, Lance rubbed olive oil around the tar and waited 15mins and he gently pulled the tar off. They made their way to the party, everyone was dancing and singing and having a great time, Varian told Lance and Cassandra what happened.

“Wow, all this happened and no one even noticed” Cassandra answered

“Well that was kinda the point heheh” Varian said sheepishly.

Varian spent time with Cassandra and Lance, Cassandra told Varian and Lance what she had done during her adventure and what she encountered, Varian and Lance told some jokes to Cass who didn’t really laugh much but they sure did try to make her.

The party was a hit all the people of Corona were happy and Rapunzel and Eugene were happy to finally be Married. It was time for Cassandra to leave she went up to Rapunzel and Eugene.

“Raps, I am so happy for you, I still think you like have gotten married to someone else but...” Cassandra said with a smile looking at Eugene.

“Haha.. very funny Cass” Eugene teased.

“Haha, I’m kidding Eugene, I know you would do anything for Rapunzel” Cassandra said with a smile

“I’m so proud of you both” Cassandra said pulling them into a hug.

“Thanks for not giving up on me” Cassandra whispered to them. Rapunzel and Eugene Retuned the hug with a smile.

Cassandra went over to Varian, she wanted to leave right this time, “Varian it was great seeing you agin and I’m glad that we made up, I know it wasn’t easy for you to forgive me but I hope we can learn to trust each other again and be friends” Cassandra said with a smile.

“Thanks Cass, and we are friends” Varian said with a smile. Varian pulled Cass into a hug, Cass smiles and returned the hug. Cassandra waved goodbye and left.

Not long after that Lance went home with the girls, they congratulated the newly weds and went back to their tree house. Varian was ready to go home himself it was a long day, but he wanted to stay to see Rapunzel and Eugene leave for their honeymoon. The party was over, Rapunzel and Eugene walked out down the stairs to get to their horses that were already there waiting for them, Varian came up to them before they hopped on their horses.

“I just wanted to say thanks... to both of you for everything you’ve done for me, especially you Rapunzel for pardoning me and not giving up on me...and Eugene thanks for being like a father to me, for Letting me be apart of your team and being there when I need you” Varian said with a half smile. “I’ll miss you guys” Varian said with a smile.

Rapunzel and Eugene looked at Varian and pulled him into a hug, “we love you Varian, we couldn’t have saved Corona without you” Rapunzel said with a comforting tone.

“Yeah bud, we love you, and it wouldn’t be Team Awesome without you, well miss you Varian, try not to get hurt while working your inventions ” Eugene said with a smile hugging him tighter.

Varian smiled, “hehe thanks.... I promise I’ll be careful” Varian said with a smile. “I love you guys too” Varian said returning an even tighter hug. Varian pulled away for the hug and waved one last time before heading home.

They waved goodbye to their family and friends, Varian waved one last time before they got on their horses, “you ready sunshine?” Eugene asked Rapunzel. “Ready” Rapunzel answered.

“I love you Eugene” Rapunzel said with a smile

“I love you too Sunshine” Eugene answered.

They kissed each other on the lips and Ran off into the sunset. They lived Happily Ever After!

The End

I hope you enjoyed reading this? I’m sorry of it ran long, I had more ideas and i actually looked up on how to get rid of tar so part of this story is true lol I had a few other ideas so I added them so it kinda just came out like this😶 this was also my first time making a New Dream Fic so it’s not that great. Anyways let me know what you think? I’d love to hear your feedback it’s what keeps me going 💕 thanks for baring with me and reading this till the end💕

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House on Fire

Rating: Teen Relationship: Ifrit and Human!Female Warning: Platonic, Confrontation Therapy, Fear of Fire, Stress, Panic, ‘Take on step forward, I take two steps back’, Cursed, Bound to an Elemental

Word Count: 2,718

Pyrophobia is the fear of fire.

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My feet ache. I think there is a hole in my shoe. I'm not positive but I can feel the gravel dig into my arch as I walk. It doesn’t help that my shoes are basically socks at this point. Should have prepared better for a long walk in the woods. It's not smart to begin with to take this trip. The woods are dangerous for anyone traveling alone.

But I guess I'm not traveling alone.

"Can I at least get a hint," he asks. I don’t even part a glance at the voice. It's bad enough I'm holding him so near. Sure there is a box dividing us but it still makes me sweat.

The Ifrit shakes the box as he moves about inside. Adjusting himself to sit comfortably. I try my hardest not to think about it -him. I just stare blankly at the nearly overgrown path. Trying to focus on the trees framing the walkway. Focus on the birds chirping or the few clouds ghosting overhead. Anything to not think about the fire in the box.

"Come on, I got into the box, the least you can do is answer my question," I see the lid slowly lift up. Before the light inside can shine I slam my hand on the top. "Ow," he cries. I take in a deep breath as my fingers grip the box tightly. My knuckles turning white as I focus on the path. Not paying attention to the rising anxiety. Feeling his heat from the box, or maybe I'm feeling my own sweaty palms. I can't tell the difference anymore.

I keep my gaze forward. I won't think about it. I can't think about it. He will be gone soon. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bright reflection. I flinch before I snap my head in its direction. I see the sun reflecting over a nearby river. But it doesn’t process for a second, all I see is fire.

I hate fire.

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I look up at the crooked sign hanging from two short chains. 'Rustic Cavern' the witch's house. I drop my gaze to the large door. Taking a deep breath I push forward.

The door opens, hitting a bell resting overhead. I look up at the small silver ringer.

"Hello dearie, what can I do for you today," I spot an elderly woman towards the back of the cottage. She is standing by a kitchen island, fiddling with some plants.

"Hi," I step in letting the door close behind me," you are Terresa the local witch?"

"That I am," she nods. She sorts the plucked bushels before dusting off her hands. Walking over to me with a friendly smile. She has a nice aura, giving a visiting grandma vibe.

"I'm Darlene and I have a question," I tuck my hands behind myself.

"And hopefully I have an answer, ask away young one," she stops near her table that sits beside the front window.

"Well, I have an issue I need resolved. I have a very bad phobia and I was curious if you could get rid of it somehow," I ask nervously.

"That depends on the phobia. If it's of an object I might be of help but if it's of commitment or something then probably not. If I couldn’t cure my last boyfriend's commitment issue then I don’t think I could fix yours," she laughs at her own joke.

"No, its nothing like that. It's um," I hesitate," its fire."

She raises an eyebrow," Fire?"

I fiddle with my fingers behind my back," Yea, I can't stand the sight of it. Being near it makes me a nervous wreck and it's gotten difficult with the cold season soon approaching. The nights longer and the cold trying to enter my home. I can't bare the task of starting the hearth."

"that would be an issue, how long have you had this phobia," she leans against the table. Crossing her arms, making me feel insecure. It’s a reasonable fear, fire is dangerous. Still, its many uses are important for today's way of living.

"Since I was a child," I glance around the house.

"How have you gotten along since then," she squints her eyes," Cant image you had a lot of warm winters then."

"I had help, my brother would deal with fires during the winter. But he has recently wedded and moved out. Now I have to take care of myself," I answer. She stares at me a bit longer, pondering over my words.

"Well, give me a second and I will see what I can do," she gives a quick smile then darts off to a back room. I hear her jostle some things around. Loud clanks or soft thuds emit from the back. I stand where I am till she returns

"A-ha," she yelps triumphantly. She soon appears from behind the wall holding a box. Its light brown with dark splotches about it. It doesn’t look like it has a seam for which to open. It just looks like a hunk of wood with a sigil on the top.

I curiously wander over as she sets it on the table, "What's this?"

"A potential cure for your troubles," she passes me a smirk. She pulls out a chair beside me," Now sit."

I follow her demand, resting my hands on the table as I sit. She takes the seat across from me. Holding the box between her hands.

"This is a trick I learned a long time ago about curing phobias, it can be quick or lasting depending on the person. For some, it takes years to work. But if you truly work hard and keep an open mind then this will work, do you understand," She looks up at me. I nod my head, passing glances at the box. "Good, now give me your hand," she holds her palm out. I pass her my hand, resting it in hers. Before I can react she pulls out a dagger and slices my palm. I retract but she holds firm. Quickly shoving my hand onto the box. I grab the table and try to retch my hand away. The witch closes her eyes and mumbles some words. I feel heat travel from my fingers to my wrist then up to my arm. The sensation stops just below my elbow.

"Stop," I shout. She ignores me still mumbling to herself. I glare down at my hand, gasping when I see gold wrap around my wrist. An intricate design bleeds from the box, connecting with gold on my arm. I watch terrified as the strands pull taught on my skin.

Then everything stops and she lets me go. I fall back into the wood chair, cradling my hand to my chest.

"what was that," I snap. The woman rests her hands on the box, smiling up at me. She pushes to box to me, stopping a few inches from the edge.

"This is yours now," she laughs," open it."

I massage my wrist as I glare between her and the box. I lean forward timidly, looking the thing over. It no longer lacks a seam. There is a line about half an inch from the top. The sigil from before not glows gold. I curiously reach forward, touching the design. The box feels warm to the touch. I grab the lid and slowly tilt it open. The second there is a space between the top and the box a blinding orange light shines. I jerk, knocking the lid off as I do.

The light swirls out the box, flowing to a single area beside the table. Conforming a shape in the chair. It forms into a body, keeping the orange light but also adding red and black. After a short moment details add to the figure. Making out the curves and features of a person.

Now sitting in a chair is a man. He is glowing and flickering. He looks like he is on fire. The man is fire.

"No," I scream as I shoot out of the chair. The man looks over to me, eyeing me. I trip over my feet as I back up. Frantically clawing the wall when I run into it. I hyperventilate, near tears, as I stare at the creature. "W-What is that," I shout to the old woman. The crazy old woman.

"That is an Ifrit," she gestures casually to the terrifying elemental, "He is fire itself."

"Why… why would you summon him," I panic. The Ifrit tilts his head at me.

"Confrontation therapy, dear," the woman laughs, "The best way to get over something is to know about it." I can't believe her words. I can't do this.

I slide against the wall, keeping my eyes on the being. He too watches me, he looks concerned. I make my way to the door.

"Don’t leave so soon, I haven't explained the rules yet," the woman rests her head on her palm.

"Rules," I nearly look away from him," what rules?"

"The rules of your bond," she smirks, " He is bound to you now, so there are rules."

"Bound to me," I shout," What are you talking about?" the man's head tilts as he looks me over. His hands raise and sit on the table. I nearly whimper as I see the dark char covering most of his body. Only cracks showing the fire below.

"I used your blood to free him, now you two are bound," she explains," Now the only way to break that bond is to get over your fear. Once you no longer fear him then the bind is broken and he will be free."

"No, I didn’t agree to this," I snap," I refuse, I can't do this."

"Sorry, don’t have that choice now. He follows you wherever you go," she gives a wicked grin. I don’t listen to her, I cant. My blood rushes in my ears and my legs beg for me to move. Who am I to ignore them

Without a backward glance, I run out of the cottage. I follow down the path quickly back into town. I rush past some familiar faces as I race home.

I hop over my gate and slam into my door. Fumbling with my key I unlock the door and rush inside. I turn and quickly slam the door close. My hands pressed against the wood, using all my body weight to keep it closed. I drop my head between my arms and catch my breath.

There is a person made of fire. There is literally nothing I can think worse than that. It's walking, living fire. The image of him plays in my mind. I find it difficult to calm my breathing. My body is soaked in sweat from both running and my panic.

"He is gone," I mumble to myself. I repeat it until I calm. I turn and rest my back to the door. Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I finally settle down. I drop my head to my shoulder, taking one last deep breath.

"Hello," I snap my head up," I feel we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Agni."

I fall to the floor.

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"Can I at least stretch my legs, it's very cramped in here," Agni groans. I don’t answer him, I have never answered him. I keep on the path, trying not to think of him. "Just five minutes, you can keep walking too," he tries to persuade. I look over at the river. Pondering throwing him in.

He keeps quiet for a few more feet, I foolishly think he is going to stay silent.

"I can't take it," he growls. The box begins shaking in my hand. I panic, forcing the box closed. Something pushes back, I feel the lid lift. I quickly wrap my arms around the cursed thing. Using all my might to keep him contained. "Don’t fight me," he grunts in exertion. With a quick burst, the box falls from my hands. The lid separates from the bottom, flying forward on the path. The base lands upside down on the gravel.

I watch tensely as the box lifts and a tiny hand reaches out. A small creature crawls out from underneath. It grows slowly as it stands. Agni stretches his arms backward as he begins to increase in size. Quickly becoming full height, leaning back and popping his back. He twists side to side then rotates his arms.

I stand stalk still, eyes wide. He rests his hands on his hips as he looks around. When he spots me he stares.

"hi," he waves.

I bolt.

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"Please get out of the river, you will catch a death of a cold," Agni shouts from the river bank. I stand up to my thighs in freezing water. I cross my arms and glare at him. I shake my head. He groans," I'm sure that water is freezing, just come back over." I shake my head again.

He rolls his eyes and walks over to a boulder near the water. He climbs on top it and sits crisscrossed. He rests his head on his palm with his elbow on his knee.

"I guess we shall wait here till you grow up or die," he shouts. I hold strong,

My legs begin to cramp as I stand, balanced on rounded pebbles. I start to shiver as the cold seeps into my bones. I still hold strong, a little discomfort is fine for now. I can't go back while he is sitting there. I glare at him as he picks at the rock he is sitting on. Flicking pebbles into the water.

"Is it funny that you have more fire than me," Agni calls out," I couldn’t be this stubborn for so long." I don’t answer. He leans back on his hands, stretching his legs out in front of himself. "Well since you won't talk I shall," he looks towards the sky," it's going to be dark soon. How did you plan to camp out in the woods?" he glances back at me. "I think you didn’t think that far ahead. Just stubborn as you are stupid," he shakes his head," I shouldn’t be too hard on you. I understand your fear, fire is dangerous. But its meant to be respected not feared, like a sword. If used properly than its an important tool."

I continue glaring.

"So stubborn, you know I'm here to help right? I won't hurt you, I'd feel terrible if I ever did. I can teach you how to respect fire, not be so terrified of it. All you have to do is get out of the water and be open-minded," he tries to argue.

"Get back into the box," I shout. He jumps at my voice, probably not expecting me to answer him.

"Now you talk, progress I guess," he sits up, "Now just to get you out of the river."

I shake my head.

"Alright then, baby steps," he huffs. Agni kicks his feet to the side and slides off the rock. He walks to the very edge of the river, his toes barely touching the water. "I want you to know you are safe, I cannot come near you," he gestures to the water," So I want you to get used to looking at me without a glare or panic. You think you can do that?" I sneer at him, "Alright, not what I meant but I will take the victory as tiny as it may be."

"Get back in the box," I shout again. Agni drops his shoulder with a frustrated groan.

"I'm not getting back in the damn box! Why should I suffer because you don't want to look at me," he calls out. Which is a fair question, though I will not answer it. Watching him begin to pace along the bank plants a seed in my chest, how very human of him. It's oddly helpful to see something so terrifying and dangerous as an Ifrit pacing frustrated by a river. Displaying a relatable quality that I find myself latching onto.

I guess one step at a time couldn't hurt, though baby steps may be the extent of my cooperation.

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House on Fire by Rise Against. not a classic rock song but it felt a little fitting. it was that or Fire burning by Secret Weapons and that as way too on the nose. right up there with I See Fire by Ed Sheeran.

Platonic story, nothing too exciting. I personally have a phobia of spiders like i will cry if i have to be around one- i have cried. I get the whole ‘no one understand your fears’. its annoying that i have to ask people for help to get rid of a tiny spider and them berating you for it as they rid the pest.

though its weird, i’m terrified of spiders but driders are fine and video games spiders aint shit. almost therapeutic to kill a frostbite spider in skyrim with fire.

either way, this story felt a bit easier to write knowing first hand how ridiculous your body gets around your fears. though hers is way more understanding, fire can fuck you up.

also, Agni means fire. it’s Hindu

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rose-01 · 4 years

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All The Things You Said

Gerard and I have a complicated relationship. Well, it's only complicated for me. He probably only sees me as a little kid all while I have the biggest, phattest crush on him.

We first met because he and a friend of mine were dating. When they broke up we had both become really good friends and I helped him through everything, now I'm here. I wish I could take away my feelings for him. Lock it in a vault and just never open it again. If I could my situation would be so much easier.

I feel like a bad friend for, not only hanging out with Allisa's ex but, also for liking her ex. He told me he isn't even over her yet. Clearly my brain lacks the capacity to understand he doesn't like me.

I give him so much; if he even mentions he wants something I put so much into trying to get it for him. For his birthday he wanted a fancy guitar. Well, he didn't say he wanted it per se. He mentioned how nice it looked when we were hanging out in the mall.

Like the dumb idiot I am, I decided to buy it. It took me over 4 months of saving my money and not buying lunch just to buy it for him.

He was extremely grateful and kept telling me that I really shouldn't waste my money on him. Once again, being the dumb idiot I am, I pretended like it was no big deal.

I don't know why I feel like I have to buy him everything he wants. He doesn't even like me in that way. I just really like to see him happy.

"You're such a good friend." "I'm so glad you're my friend." "What would I do without our friendship?"

Such innocent words cause my heart to break each time I hear them. I've heard them over and over. The only thing more relentless than those words are my feelings for him.

Some times I'm not sure if he only likes me as a friend.

The only thing keeping me from letting the feelings get to me is these words.

"This is my friend, Y/n." "No, we're not dating, we're just friends." I hate it when he says those words. They hold the truth but, it stings.

Sometimes I feel like just ripping out my heart and stopping myself from these feelings. I know I probably sound like an over-exaggerated thirteen-year-old but, that's the first thing I think of when I try to find a way to stop my feelings.

"Y/N..." I blink a few times. I lose my train of thought and completely forget what I was just thinking about. I take in the familiar surrounding of old book smell and dim warm light.

Gerard is looking at me with his head slightly tilted to the side. His eyebrows turned in concern while the comic he was reading laying flat on the table.

"You okay?" He asks gently. His eyes fill with genuine worry. "Yea, I was just thinking" I respond trying to alleviate his thoughts. "About?" He continues. "I...don’t remember now." I say plainly.

He burst out laughing. His eyes twinkle in the library's dim lights, and his teeth show as his lips curl up. I feel the corner of my lips turn. I can't help but smile when his face brightens. I quickly put a false pout on my face ready to tease him a bit.

"What's so funny?" I question with my fake pout about to break. His eyes meet mine and I have trouble keeping the pout on my face.

"You look so adorable when you're confused."

In the blink of an eye, my face feels as if it's on fire, my stomach is in knots and, my brain scrambling to make sense of what I just heard. I look down breaking eye contact. I soft mumble, "Your smile looks way better."

"What was that?" He asks. "Nothing." I try to cover up my blush. I look up again and see Mikey rushing to us.

"Okay, I got what I need." He says holding a thick book. Gerard and I both get up at the same time and lock eyes. I turn away trying my hardest to not blush again. I pick up my bag from the ground. "Are you sure you'll finish the project tonight, Mikey?" I ask the young boy.

"Yea, Mr.McCain didn't leave much work. I'll blow this thing out if the water." He smiled innocently itching the maroon cover book to his stomach.

My heartbeat accelerates when I feel Gerard's hand brush against my own. He grabs my wrist and starts to drag me away. I turn back at Mikey for some explanation. He just shrugs and turns to the checkout desk.

Next thing I know we stop in front of a poster. "Sorry for dragging you off. I just saw this poster and I really want to join." I look up and see a poster with a bold black letter "Join our new art program. For young aspiring artists."

I look at Gerard and meet his eyes. He had a look of determination on his face. A small smile to complement his warm hazel eyes.

My body feels warm at our proximity. Tingles travel where I feel his breath caress my face. Before I could say anything he starts again. "And maybe you could join along with me." He said in a bashful tone.

I feel his hand let go of my wrist and slowly brush against my hand again. My mind too clouded with the accidental touches to fully realize what I was saying next. "Mhm, sure thing. anything for you." As soon as I realize what I said I face him to make sure I didn't make him too uncomfortable. He quickly looks away and laughs a bit.

"Don't do it for me. Do it because you want to." He turns to me I now notice his cheeks are slightly tinted. "Sorry, yeah. I just spaced out a little." I add hoping to save my self from the awkwardness.

"What's up, you've bee spacing out a lot today." Gerard said. "It's nothing, I promise." I smile sweetly. "Hmm, okay. If you say so." His hand now grabbing mine. He gently lifts our hand to his chest. He makes eye contact and his face in a serious expression. "Just remember you can talk to me. I'll be here for you whenever you need me." His eyes speaking more than his words. All his eyes scream is worry. "Seriously don't worry. If something serious is up you know I'll tell you." I say.

He smiles back and leans in. My cheeks begin to burn. My heart races and my stomach in knots. He leans in further, his breath moves my hair giving me chills. He inches closer now moving towards my ear.

"Your smile looks way better actually."

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eveningsinlondontearsmeapart · 5 years

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Outlaws

Type: One Shot | Imagine about Shawn Mendes Rating: Rated R for sexual content & violence Word Count: 2,955 Requested: No Date: April 1,2019 Enjoy

I was running for my life, well its what it seemed like. I tried to move swiftly so they couldn't catch me. I made the wrong turn and found myself in a dead end. I thought quickly and hide behind something so I was out of sight. They left and continued to look for me. Once I thought I was in the clear I left the dead end and started to walk back. I tried to keep an eye out for anyone that seemed to be looking for me. I felt someone come up behind me grabbing my arms and pushing me against the building. Placing the handcuffs on me and pulling me with him.

“Let me go” I tried to jerk from him.

“Stop trying to pull from me” he tightens his grip around my arm.

“Please don't do this,” I said.

“Get in the car,” he said as he opened the door.

I got into the car I tried to clear my name but he slammed the door in my face. I sighed as I sat back in the seat, I was finally caught but not for long. He got into the car as well and turned on the heat before pulling off.

“We have been looking for you,” he said.

“What's your name?” I asked.

“I'm officer Mendes,” he said.

“I don't know why you are looking for me” I rolled my eyes.

“You know why,” he said.

“I didn't do anything” I plead for my freedom.

“Uh huh,” he said as he focused on the road.

We finally got to the station and he put me in a holding cell. He went back to his desk and started to do the paperwork. I knew exactly why I was being arrested but I didn't want them knowing that. I was finally booked and processed and placed into a cell. Luckily I was by myself so I didn't have to worry about that. I laid back in the bed closing my eyes trying to doze off but I couldn't. Finally, around 5 am someone and got me out of the cell, keeping their grip on my arm. We made it to the office and I saw my ex standing there. I swallowed hard and grabbed my things, I knew I was better off in jail.

“Everything ok?” Officer Mendes asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I looked at him.

“I need you to take a ride with me,” he said.

“Ok” I agreed.

I followed him out of the station and got into his car. This time I was in the front seat without the cuffs. I didn't know why he wanted me to come with him but I wasn't complaining. We pulled off from the station, at first everything was quiet.

“Isn't he the guy that pressed charges against you,” he asked.

“Yeah, it is” I nodded as I looked out the window.

“Thought so, I didn't think you would be safe with him,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Want to go get something to eat?” he asked.

“Sure” I responded.

He pulled up to a place I had never been too. It was a small little restaurant, I got out of the car as he did as well. He held the door open for me as I entered the restaurant. He followed me placing his hand on the lower part of my back as we waited to get seated. I looked up at him but soon looked away when he noticed me. I bite my lip slightly as we finally got seated. I looked over the menu trying to decide what I wanted.

“What's good here?” I looked at him.

“They have amazing pancakes,” he said as he looked up from his menu.

“That actually sounds good” I nodded as we ordered our food.

“Do you want to tell me about how you got into trouble?” he asked.

“Are you questioning me?” I responded.

“No, just curious. This is off the record” he said.

“Should I trust you?” I asked.

“Yes,” he smiled slightly as he looked at me.

“let's just say someone put their hands on me and I did the same,” I said.

“Oh then he should be the one arrested, not you,” he said.

“I didn't understand it either” I smiled slightly.

Our food arrived at the table, that's when the conversation went silent. I finished eating and I went to see how much the check was but he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him our eyes finally met. Everyone else melted away and it was just us, for that split second I was safe. He broke the connection when he turned his attention to the waitress. I looked down not knowing what to do, as he paid the bill.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, thank you for this but I got to go,” I said as I got up rushing out of the restaurant.

“Wait” he rushed after me grabbing my arm.

“Thank you for breakfast,” I said.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” I said as I pulled my arm back.

“Then why the rush?” he asked.

“Just got to get back to reality,” I said as I looked down.

“Don't let him hurt you” he tilted my chin up.

I looked up at him our eyes finally meeting again. He placed his hand against my hip, pulling me closer to him. I rested my hand against his chest. He leaned down slightly resting his forehead against mine, his lips close to mine. I leaned up slightly and kissed him softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kept the kiss between us. He placed his hand against my neck as he pulled me closer to him. I slowly pulled away resting my forehead against his.

“Sorry” I whispered.

“Don't be” he leaned back in kissing me softly.

I pulled away from the kiss, moving away from his touch. I took his phone and put my number in it before walking away from him. As I walked I could still feel his lips against mine. It was too good to be true and I shouldn't get my hopes up. I finally made it to the apartment, which was still in the mess I left it. I started cleaning all the broken dishes, and glass was everywhere. I tried my hardest not to step onto the glass but it was impossible. When it came to cleaning the blood I didn't even know where to start. I finally finished cleaning the kitchen and made my way upstairs.

“I've been waiting for you,” Brandon said.

“I didn't know you were here” I spoke softly as I made my way into the room.

“What the hell did that officer want?” he asked.

“Just wanted me to fill out some paperwork from last night” I nodded slightly.

“Oh don't you have something to say? About last night?” he got up, moving towards me.

“I'm sorry” I swallowed hard as he moved closer to me.

“That's my girl” he smirked as he placed his hand against my cheek.

“Things just got out of hand,” I said.

I pulled myself away from him and went back downstairs. I made dinner and made sure the house was clean. I just didn't want any more problems and I was scared that next time it would be me. After he went to bed I snuck out of the bed and went onto the balcony. My phone rang and it was Shawn, I answered it.

“Hey,” he said into the phone.

“Hi” I whispered.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, just being quiet” I spoke softly.

“Oh, he's there,” Shawn said.

“Yeah, he's asleep,” I said.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, talk later,” I said before hanging up the phone.

I knew Brandon was behind me so that's why I hung up the phone. He grabbed my arm pulling me back into the apartment. I didn't scream because it would just make things worse. I turned to face him and I wanted to calm down the situation because I knew he was mad. I finally calmed him down and we went back to bed. I couldn't sleep all I did was toss and turn. I knew I needed to get out of this situation, I just didn't know how too yet. By the time I got up in the morning, I had so many texts and missed calls from officer Mendes. I texted him a quick message to let him know that I was ok. I jumped into the shower and got ready for the day. I didn't have to work today but I wanted to get out of the house. I left before Brandon even woke up, I knew I would pay for that later but I didn't care at this moment. I wasn't the only one that was off from work. I went into the small cafe down the street from my apartment.

“We have the whole town but somehow we are in this cafe shop together,” Shawn said.

“That's weird,” I said as I turned to face him.

“I always stop here in the morning before work,” he said.

“I love this place,” I said as I looked at him.

“What you getting?” he asked as he nodded towards the counter.

I walked up to the counter and ordered my normal drink and then he ordered is. I offered to pay but of course, being the gentlemen that he was he paid for it. We got a seat together but instead of sit across from me, he sat beside me. I took a few sips from my drink before starting a conversation. I turned slightly so I was more facing him while we talked. I couldn't explain it because it was so crazy to me. How I could talk to him as if I had known him forever but just met him.

“So can I ask you a question?” I asked as I took a sip from my drink.

“Of course,” he said as he looked at him.

“Girlfriend?” I looked at him.

“If I did then I wouldn't have kissed you yesterday,” he said.

“True” I bite my lip slightly as I looked at his.

“So who is the guy that had you arrested?” he asked as he tilted my chin up.

“My um boyfriend, I guess. Our relationship is really dead” I said.

“But you are afraid to leave because you are afraid of his abuse,” he said.

“Yeah” I swallowed hard.

“We will figure out how to get you out of that situation,” he said.

“We?” I looked at him.

“Yeah, we” he leaned down slightly kissing me softly.

I smiled against his lips before kissing him back. Wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him closer, making the kiss deeper. He placed his hand against my neck as he kept the kiss between us. I slightly pulled away and rested my forehead against his. He lends back in and kissed me softly before moving away from me. I finished my drink as he did as well.

“So is he the reason why you rushed off the other day?” he asked.

“Yea it is” I nodded slightly and looked down.

“It's ok” he tilted my chin up.

“It's hard to get out of this situation” I admitted.

“I know, I understand” he spoke softly.

“Thank you” I looked at him.

“Would you like to come to my place for a little while?” he asked.

“Are you working today?” I asked.

“No, today is my off day” he nodded.

“I would love to see your place” I smiled slightly.

We left the cafe and went back to his place. I sat on the couch as he did as well and we started to watch a movie. I moved closer to him and rested my head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me keeping me close to him. I could smell his colon as he moved his hand to rest against the lower part of my back. I looked up at him as I just watched him, just enjoying this moment. He looked down at me and smiled slightly as he saw me watching him. He leaned down kissing me softly, I smiled against his lips. I started to turn the kiss more intensely as he pulled me onto his lap. His hands gripped my hips as he kept the kiss between us. He picked me up from the couch I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept the kiss between us as he made his way upstairs. Laying me back onto the bed moving over top of me, moving his lips against my neck. I let out a few moans as I ran my hand down his chest. He pushed my shirt up as I left up slightly allowing him to remove it. Running his hands around my back undoing my bra, his lips against my neck. He slowly moved his lips against my skin. Kissing my breast sucking against the nipple, playing with the other with his hand. Moving back and forth between them, slowly kissing down my stomach. Nibbling at my hips as he looked up at me, I left my hips for him to remove my pants. He undid my pants and started to pull them down, throwing them onto the floor. Moving between my legs leaving kissing on my thighs. He gripped my panties with his teeth and started to pull them down. He finished pulling them off, leaving me naked on the bed. He moved over top of me against kissing me softly but deeply. I pushed his shirt off, he finished taking it off throwing it on the ground. He stood up taking his pants off as well as his boxers. Moving back over top of me allowing his shaft to rest between my legs. I leaned up kissing him running my hand through his hair, as he moved his hips towards mine. Rubbing his tip against me, I moved my hips towards him as I wanted it. He lined himself with my entrance and slowly started to push into me. I arched my back as he pressed his lips against my collar bone. Moaning as I moved my hips towards his, our bodies moved as one. He grabbed my hands pinning them down above my head as he thrust into me. I leaned up kissing his neck as he let out a few moans. He leaned down closer to my body, keeping our hands up as he started to moan into my ear. His thrust was deep but soft, driving me crazy as I felt myself edge closer. Within a few more thrust I climaxed against him wrapping my legs around him. He also climaxed as well, laying against me. He rolled over to lay beside me as we both tried to catch our breaths.

“Wow,” I said as I looked at him.

“Our bodies work as one” he brushed the hair from my face.

“As if it was meant to be” I leaned in kissing him softly.

“Stay” he whispered as he pulled me close.

“I want too” I looked at him.

His phone starting going off and they needed him back at work. He kissed my forehead and got dressed before heading off. I wrapped up in the blanket and fell asleep. Over the next few weeks, I tipped toe around Brandon and finally got out of the situation. Even though officer Mendes wanted me to stay with him, I needed to get on my feet. I started moving my stuff out of the apartment I shared with Brandon and into my own apartment. It was the weekend and Brandon had things to do out of town so it was a perfect time. I had Shawn help me moving stuff into the truck, I just wanted to be done with this situation. I sat on the bed placing my stuff into the box, Shawn leaned against the door frame and watched me.

“You are sure you don't want to move in with me?” he asked.

“No, I love spending time with you but I need to get onto my feet,” I said.

“Well you always have a spot at mine” he smiled.

I got up and walked towards him, he wrapped his arms around me and kept me close to him. I rested my hand against his chest and looked at him. He leaned down and kissed me softly, placing his hand against my cheek.

“This is who you are seeing,” Brandon said as he stood at the top of the stairs.

“B-Brandon” I swallowed hard.

Brandon came up and pushed Shawn and before I knew it they were fighting. I tried to break them up and of course, I got pushed and smacked. I fell to the ground placing my hand against my nose. I saw blood and knew my nose was broken. All of a sudden I heard a gunshot go off and I was afraid to look up.

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asmallbirdinmayy · 4 years

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I'm not sure why I haven't posted anything here yet since this world craziness started... Normally I would have bombarded it with posts everyday and such.

This social distancing is my life style, so I've been doing pretty okay better than most unfortunatly. Thank you Tumblr, and hours of scrolling for preparing me for this moment in time!

I've been filling my days with video games, reading and trying to force myself out for runs. I've helped my mum clean the house. (She has a bad back and would end up killing myself if I didn't go over every once in a while to help out)

I've also recently shaved my head! Finally, I've wanted to do it for years to see what I'd look like and to get rid of the years of dying it and hairstyle frustrations. I like it, but some days I get self conscious and don't end up going for runs. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse and I'm just hella laazy!

It's a learning curve for sure, I've been reading a lot of philosophy lately and listening to the philosophize this podcast for the past year now so I've been trying to work on myself, thinking more and trying to meditate and gain self confidence and just be able to help myself help others. If that makes sense? Anyway, cutting off all your hair really helps practice Stoicism. There's no instant regrowth, and my hair takes longer to grow out than normal people.

I do love myself, a hella a lot more than I used to. There's nothing I wouldn't change, and I think that mind set alone has been what gets me out the door more often for runs and wanting to take care of my body and mind!!

I've also been cooking more, to save on money and because I'm not a huge advocate for waste being delivered to my door. I have had breakdowns however, I did it twice, I've ordered breakfast for myself to help me get up earlier and to get better coffee. Because the Maxwell can is not working out for me, and it's so gross, its taking me forever to get through it! I'll still drink it though, because, caffeine! Hello.

Back to cooking more! I've been mostly making mashed potatoes and what nots, but I'll occasionally make a vegan grilled cheese or have vegan hot dogs! I've made some pasta, quinoa and lately before bed I'll get a chia bowl ready to set while I sleep. That's pretty healthy and delicious. I've made terrible pancakes, I accidently got the whole wheat flour rather than the other stuff, soo that wasn't a fun mistake. Alas, no waste, so I have to make it into things!

I also signed up for a sustainable cities online course, lots of reading, but it was on sale. If anything it'll help me plan imaginary cities better in my head and I'll be able to put it on resumes. So level up?

I've re arranged my living room so I can easily switch between laptop and PlayStation without having to get up for any reason! +40 laziness. Aha. Fun.

Cats bombard with with attention and cuddles All. The. Damn. Time. I thought cats were supposed to not care and be independent and stuffs. Not my cats, noo. I wake up pinned, cat by my head, in the curve of my back and on my feet! If I'm laying on my back xews will be on my chest. Like hello! Let me breathe. They follow me to the bathroom, and to the couch! My couch is tiny, and all three of them find a little spot and take up all the space. It's hard to take notes! Anyway. I love them, I love their cuddles I'll never take them for granted and I'll always be like okai in the lap you go! It's nice playing a videogame with your cats stretching their paw onto your paw!. #catmum

Works been telling me the new opening day is July 3rd.. July 3rd two more months of this madness. I'm okay with it though, I'll hopefully finish the online course and get out for more runs! I've signed up the the social distancing run thing, I'm hoping to do a 10k for it!

Our government is all over the place about everything, and its making people crazy! There's lies, uncertainty questions unanswered. There's conspiracies left and right and I don't know which ones to believe. I mean some seem drastic and obviously crazier than others. I'm just not politically educated enough for this. But what if they're true to? I dunno, I've been watching a lot of things and reading stuff of history and stuffs and theirs some people that end up being corrected and proven right when people thought they were insane ? And yea people are just crazy and have their crazy thoughts. I dunno. I just want to have a back seat, and I mean my first and foremost fight is with nature, so my bias towards anything will be on how it affects the future of how we live with nature. If that makes sense? I could go on and on about this part, but this part makes me the most unwary and depressed honestly. I've been crying for days about this and where I stand, I've always been one to stand with the people. But which people? My brain hurts. I'm a sheep guys. I'm a sheep. I'm just a very lost sheeple.

People that I know from South Africa sent me a message saying that they were starving and asked for help, I wasn't sure what to do. I sent them some money, but I don't have much to give. I hope it'll be enough to get them by for a couple of days! I haven't heard from her since? So I don't know?

Anyways.

I haven't heard from my possibly future school yet about the upcoming semester and what to do, am I still able to go? Are they going to be opened by end of August? Will I be allowed to travel to another province? I'll wait till the end of May to send an email and find out! I am not doing that course online, I have a hard enough time motivating myself to do this current baby course. And I really want to do well in this course if I get there! It was a whole thing guys.

Before all this started I had started therapy, volunteering for the theater and taekwando. I'm really sad that i haven't been able to take part in these new hobbies. I had the chance to volunteer for the opening of the wizard of oz production before all the other shows at the theater got cancelled. It was amazing. Maybe I'll be able to do something similar while I'm in Vancouver. I only had one beginning trial class for taekwando, I'm slightly sad because by the time it reopens I'll probably be heading to Vancouver and won't be able to attend.

Cancelling therapy was the hardest, I had just started after years and years of being afraid to go for many reasons. I only got two sessions in before having to stop due to being laid off. But it's okay, because I still have my writing as my therapy. I end up asking the questions to myself while writing. I've read a lot of psychology, well not a lot, but a good amount. But the extra help and guidance was nice. I learned new terminology that applied to myself and my childhood and a couple other things that I'm able to sit back and acknowledge during meditations.

It was like I was finally getting out more, trying to fix myself, trying to go meet new friends and say hello to the world. And then the world was like nah. Back to social distancing! Kay, thaanks.

The last three or so days I've felt a little pull back into myself and I couldn't motivate myself lately. I think a large part of it was due to an argument I had with my mother, and the political drama that's been going on lately.

Wanting to go on runs or outside to enjoy the chilly sunny day has been a struggle, when it hasn't been I'm a while. I was playing ESO with a couple friends when all of a sudden all I wanted to do was just lay on the couch, curl up with my eyes closed and just bleh. I listening to the ESO music for a while and remembered that I haven't wrote anything in a long while on Tumblr or anywhere. So here I am, returning to my old therapy just writing my garbage thoughts to replace them with happier more motivated ones. It's sort of working, we'll see how the day goes.

All in all, I'm okay, my family is okay. And only time will tell what craziness is next for this year!

If anyone read this far down, first of all thank you. You're probably someone that I love! Love you <3 and I hope you're also doing well, and staying safe!!!

#xews #sleep #thoughts #personal #me #writings #writing #therapy

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yeehawyoongles · 5 years

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Vine Drabble 3- The Safe Word

Request- 13, 37, 39 Seokjin x Reader CRACK (hint of angst) Pleaseeee 🥺💓 Thank youuuu 💖 -g💁🏼‍♀️

13. “We all die you either kill yourself or get killed.”

37. “Stop you’re gunna get in trouble…”

39. “I still love myself”

Word Count: 1.3K

-I think this is trippier than the last one ngl lmaooo.

-Also, I’m running low on requests and I would still like to write some more! Please hmu if you have a plot in mind or if you want to submit a vine prompt, to which you can find the rules and prompts here! Much love.

You’d blacked out.

You were in the car with your boyfriend, Seokjin, driving home from his 500th music show performance, Boy With Luv had just hit ten thousand wins. They performed the song in slow motion, making no sense seeing that you were watching it live, and Namjoon was wearing a cowboy hat. Taehyung gave him a piggyback while they were backstage as Namjoon sung Seoul Town Road, and Lil Naz X popped out of nowhere to contribute his part of the song. Moreover, once they won the award, Yoongi stole the mic from the MC and yelled “BTS outsold!”

Even Seokjin himself didn’t seem right, as he couldn’t sing- whenever his part came around, he burst into his iconic windshield wiper laugh, but in slow motion, of course.

Anyways, you guys were in the car, the most normal part of the night, until it swerved onto the wrong side of the road. The car then collided into a parked car, causing a cacophony as metal car parts flew around, and everyone in the car screamed. You’d hit your head hard against the seat, thinking that you were going to get knocked out cold. However, you were still somewhat conscious as you could hear your door open up, followed by the door on the other side. You couldn’t see at this point, however, your forehead was now a six head; so swollen that it glued your eyelids together forcefully- your vision was blurry anyways.

You felt a hand slip around your waist, unlocking your seatbelt. You hears a distant voice say “Stop, you’re gunna get in trouble”. The voice was unfamiliar, male. A woman, who, judging by the proximity of her voice, was the person who was undoing your seatbelt and lifting you up, was yelling back angrily in German, and did so until you passed out completely.

You woke up and couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t move your hands or arms, but you were in a seated position. You were… dizzy. You felt like you were hanging upside down, and all your blood was just rushing into your head. Then, you could see things- dogs, and cats, to be exact. Just floating around the room, barking, growling, and so on. Then, they began to dance. And sing. And.. Rap?

“Let’s play forever I just wanna be your dog…” The animals slowly turned into humans, and back into animals again, on and off. “I don’t wanna be just friends…”

You were quietly involving the performance, giggling to yourself until a familiar voice snaps through the room, grabbing your attention, calling your name. It was Seokjin.

“Seokjin!” You scream. “You you see the animal people singing? They’re cool, right? Hey, why don’t you have any superpowers? Lame ass.”

“I may not have super powers, but I have super good looks; I’m very handsome,” He replied. Although you could hear him, he could not be seen. “So what’s the deal with this, huh? Did we get kidnapped?” he asks you.

“I don’t know, I just remember a loud German lady pulling me out of a car” You reminisce, but your memories are unclear. “Ooh, maybe it’s like the Febreeze adverts!” You take an exaggerated inhale, expecting the pleasant scent of fresh linen or whatever, ocean breeze. However, this is not what the unknown room smelt like… “Is piss a fashionable scent these days? Not sure how I feel about that one, but I think I prefer it to animal prints…”

“Yo I think we were drugged,” Seokjin says, laughing at you, but not with the classic Seokjin laugh- this laugh was much deeper.

“Yea, you sound like you were.” You turn your head around, trying to find your boyfriend, yet you were not successful.

“Me?” He scoffs. “You sound like a loonatic, starting to think you were the one to kidnap me. Are you going to kill me, too? Is this how I’m going to die??”

“We’re all gunna die you either kill yourself or get killed” You deadpan.

“Deep,” He states. “You’re right though, it’s just a matter of when, and how…”

As the conversation died, Seokjin looks around the room, trying to find something to help you two escape.

“Holy fuck!” He exclaims.

“What? Is everything okay?” You begin to get scared, trying to wriggle out of your restraints in order to save Seokjin. You started to shuffle the chair you are sitting on towards the wall, in front of you, where you could see a table- one of the animals is sitting on it, telling you to come hither, my child.

“How did I get this ugly??” Seokjin gasps as he stares at himself in a rusty mirror- his skin looks grey and tired, his hair a nest of blonde hay which sits upon his head, his lips more plump than before.

“For fucks sake Seokjin I was worried that you were dying or something…” You sigh as your parasympathetic nervous system activates, slumping into the unsteady wooden chair that you are sat in.

“No need to worry, I still love myself. I’m the one I should love~”

“That’s dead fam I love a ribbon in the sky, get on my level.” Namjoon says in a roadman-like fashion. He was eating 99p chicken and chips, covered in burger sauce.

“Namjoon can I have some? I’m starvinggg.” You plead, as your stomach. Loudly.

“Get some yourself bruv,” He looks at you like you were about to eat one of his crabs, disgusted. “Joonie don’t share food my g.”

You roll your eyes loudly. “Kinda tied up here jackass.”

“Your loss,” He states, proceeding to eat his food. “You were the one to commit to this kinky shit.”

“What the fuck?? I did not consent to this!” You yell at him. “I didn’t want to be drugged and kidnapped and tied up or whatever-”

“Wait, you’re not at all intrigued to try any of that kinda stuff?” Seokjin can smell the fat dripping off of the poultry.

“After this? I can’t say that I am.”

“Fine,” Namjoon sighs. He retrieves a pair of garden shears and brandishes them around, making a chainsaw sound. Your eyes widen at the sight of freedom. “I’ll cut the ropes and whatever. You just need to say the safe word.”

Safe word, you think. What would Namjoon use as a safe word?

“Crabs?”

Namjoon sighs again as he crosses his arms and stares at you intimidatingly, his tits growing in size. “Try again, dumb donkey bitch.” His head turns into a chicken head as he begins to cluck and bop it around, every few moments or so, he would scream.

“The safe word.” Jin giggles, his iconic laugh making a comeback. The drugs are beginning to wear off.

“That is correct,” You gasp at Namjoon’s statement. He was really being that dick. “However, you need to say it. He gestures towards you with a chicken leg as he cooes.

“You are such a dick, Joon. Do I really have to? He literally just said it, you know that I know it.” Namjoon nods in response to your question. You give another laboured sigh, as if those three words were the hardest thing that you’ve ever had to say. It was difficult, you really didn’t want to give in to Namjoon when he was acting like Big Shaq.

In the build up to it, things slowly came back to normal- you could see better, Namjoon’s face turns to it’s normal shape and he stops cooing. You can see your boyfriend, who is also tied up, but still laughing as he observes the great ordeal between you and the other man. Before you decide to say it, you come up with an idea to piss off Namjoon a little bit, just a little bit, so that he’s still willing to free you.

You spit in Namjoon’s face, your saliva hitting him straight in the eye. He shows no reaction, he just leans over you, his face about four inches away from yours.

“Say it, pussy.”

You gulp, and clear your throat with your mouth wide open, your breath hitting Namjoon’s face as hard as your spit did.

“The safe word.”

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deans-baby-momma · 5 years

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 43

A/N: Here it is guys!!! Sorry, not sorry for the cliffhanger. You know you secretly love it! LOL Oh, and I am not responsible for your dentist’s bills for the fluff and sweetness that most of this chapter contains.

"It's time Drea," Dr. Webber says. "You've got to start pushing so you can meet your son." I nod my head. I know that Jensen isn't going to make it here even though he is trying. I hate it but I knew when I started this relationship with him what it would entail. "Ok, Drea, " the nurse by my head tells me with a smile. "On the next contraction, let's try pushing. Get your son out of there." As soon as I felt the start of the next contraction I held my breath, preparing for the hardest thing I have ever done. The nurse rubbed her hand across my forehead, "Honey, don't fight it. Let it happen. The quicker you do, the quicker this will all be over."

Three hours and a million and one pushes later, Jackson Tyler comes into the world screaming. I am crying tears of joy as they place his chubby body on my chest before taking him away to clean him and weigh him. "You did good sweetie," the nurse tells me as she wipes the sweat from my forehead. "Your son is gorgeous! Does he have a name?" "Jackson," I tell her, smiling. "Jackson Tyler." "Beautiful," she tells me and looks over at the nurse who is cleaning him up. "His name is Jackson, Sherry." I can hear Sherry talking to my son as she does her job. "Hey there, Jackson. It's okay. We'll get you all cleaned up and you can see your mommy again soon okay?" That's the last thing I remember before I'm waking up, back in my room. I open my eyes and am surprised to see Jensen standing at the end of my bed, looking down at our son. "Hey, you're here," I whisper getting his attention. He looks up at me and his eyes are filled with tears. "I just got in," he whispers back, an apparent hitch in his voice. "They had just brought him in as I got here. Drea, he's amazing!" "Bring him to me," I tell him, pulling myself up. "I haven't seen him since he was first born." I watch as Jensen carefully picks our son up and carries him over to the side of the bed. He gently places him in my arms and I feel the tears fill my own eyes as I look at the angelic face in my arms. He is more wonderful than I ever dreamed he could be. I count his fingers and unbundle him to count his toes. 10 perfect fingers and 10 perfect toes.

"Hello Jackson Tyler Ackles. Nice to finally meet you, I'm your momma," I look away from the sleeping infant to Jensen. "And that is your Poppa."

Two days later, Jackson and I are released. We are all anxious to get home and start this new phase in our life, but of course the media has to ruin it. Outside the hospital doors are photographers poised to get a shot of us leaving the building. Jensen quickly sits the carrier down and pulls out his phone. "Cliff, yea. I need you to meet us in the back. Too many cameras here," I listen as he tells his bodyguard of 9 years where to pick us up at. He pockets his phone and picks Jackson back up, turning toward the rear of the building. The nurse pushing my wheelchair doesn't question anything. She is a fan of the show and after a complete fangirl moment earlier, getting an autograph and selfie with Jensen, promised absolute anonymity. She had quickly realized that this whole ordeal was on the complete downlow. It was not known that Jensen and Dani had split or that he was having a child with someone else, and Carla vowed to keep it that way. As we make it to the black SUV with tinted windows, I look up at her and smile. "Thank you so much Carla." I tell her as she helps me out of the chair and toward the vehicle. "No thanks needed," she says, grinning. "It's all part of the job. You know with HIPAA and everything. My job means the world to me and I'm not going to risk it for a few extra bucks." Unfortunately by the time we arrive home, our new addition is all over the news. Turning the channel, I sigh as I listen to yet another newscaster making assumptions about what was going on.

After seeing that almost every news station and tabloid has picked up on the story of Jensen carrying Jackson through the hospital, we decide that he would take to his social media and announce the birth, leaving out the names of the parents. We would deal with all that later.

The next morning, after a feeding and a change I took a picture of Jensen holding Jackson’s feet. No other discernible features were shown, just two tiny feet in two giant hands.

Chapter 44

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years

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Hoe Ass Erik: The Expensive Little Bitch

Pairings: MIT/ Dom!Erik x Black OC

Warning: NSFW; Daddy Kink; Orgasm Denial; Bondage

Word Count: 2,000

Erik arrived at BOA promptly at 6:30 and made his way to the private dining area Hennessy had reserved. He observed the other couples seated in the space before his eyes fell on her. She was one of the most beautiful and expensive looking women he had ever laid eyes. What exactly does an expensive woman look like, you ask? She was wearing a red leather Alexander McQueen pencil skirt paired with the matching secretary blouse, black and white polka dot Louboutin pumps, and a red leather Birkin bag. To say that she was breathtaking is an understatement.

“Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?” he asks in a teasing manner.

“It is actually, so unless you’ve come to take my order, you can remove yourself from my presence,” the expensive little bitch spoke, not taking her eyes from her menu.

Erik quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nah, I ain’t ya waiter ma, and if I’m not mistaken, your lonely ass wanted my dick.”

The brashness of his voice made the expensive little bitch tear her eyes from the menu to see who would dare talk to her in such a way. Her mouth nearly watered at the sight of him.

“Erik! I’m sorry, I did —“

He put a finger up to silence her.

“You good ma, just don’t let it happen again if you know what’s good for you,” he responded, taking his seat at the table. He already knew enough about her, thanks to the biography and list of kinks Henny had provided for him.

Jaelyn Greer, or Jae for short, was a trust fund baby with a lengthy list of sugar daddies at her disposal, but she had grown bored. All they wanted was to dote on her and give her everything her tiny heart desired, and while that was perfectly fine with her, she wanted more. She was a brat in every sense of the word and needed to be put in her place. Deciding to test Erik and his threat, she continued with her behavior.

“And who exactly do you think you are?” she asks incredulously. “Yes I did seek you out, but I haven’t paid you yet so you might wanna watch your damn tone before I send ya dusty ass home with blue balls!” she snapped. STRIKE 1

Erik only chuckled in response. They were sitting in close enough proximity that he could easily slip his fingers under her skirt, but he decided to play it cool for now.

“Aight, Ms. Greer, let’s reel this back in. First off, you’re right, you haven’t paid me yet, but I GUARANTEE by the end of the night you’ll be throwing dollars at me. He hooked his index finger into her blouse and pulled her close to his face. Second and most importantly, if we’re gonna do this I need to make one thing clear: you don’t run shit, you aren’t in control of shit, and if you raise your voice at me one more time, I WILL take your little bratty ass over my knee right here in this restaurant and you won��t cum not one time tonight. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she responds immediately.

“Good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you my name,” he replied smugly.

As dinner progressed the two settled into comfortable banter. They discussed her kinks as well as limits and the price she was willing to pay. This date would cost her $10,000 and she was hoping that the shit was worth it. Confident in the fact that Erik seemed to be amused by her innocent, yet bratty demeanor, she decides to test the waters again.

“You remind me of this one nigga I know,” she says, amused at the similarities between Erik and a certain patchy bearded celebrity.

“Oh word?” Erik asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yea. He does the escort shit too, but he don’t really fuck with black girls,” she says matter of factly. STRIKE 2

“Aye, don’t compare me to that nigga!” Erik replied harshly. Henny was always teasing him about how their beards had the same little patch and how their fingers were the same size.

Jae tries her hardest to stifle a laugh at Erik’s annoyance.

“Oh, that’s funny to you, little girl?” Erik asked caressing the top of her thigh before delivering a harsh smack to it.

He ignored the stares they received from the other couples as well as the hungry look in Jae’s eyes and the pair continued their evening in comfortable silence.

As they made their way to Jae’s limo, she couldn’t resist the urge to press his buttons one last time. He had given her a taste of his dominant side and the expensive little bitch was aching for more.

“Why you so damn aggressive?” she asks as he not so gently helps her into the back seat. “Overcompensating for something?” she asks, eyes traveling directly to his crotch. STRIKE 3

She knew she had fucked up when she saw the sinister look in his eyes. Erik slips into the limo beside her and turns his attention to her driver, Charlie.

“Charlie, this partition is soundproof, correct?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Stevens,” Charlie responds, oblivious to the danger his boss is in.

“Perfect,” Erik responds, before pressing the button to close them away from Charlie.

In an instant Erik has Jae across his lap, both arms secured in his left hand while his right hand is delivering harsh smacks to her ass. She mentally chastised herself for opting not to wear panties on the date, but she knew what she had signed up for.

“I tried to warn ya little disrespectful ass about testing me,” he says in between smacks.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted a nigga to put you in your place tonight, huh?”

Her words were caught in her throat. She wanted desperately to answer him but she was too focused on the pleasure she was receiving.

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*

Both Erik and Jae could feel the heat collecting between her thighs. This nigga was really about to make her cum from spanking.

“Who’s my expensive little bitch?” he asks, rubbing her ass to soothe the stings.

“I am Daddy,” she eagerly responds, teetering on the cusp of her orgasm.

Erik’s ministrations was abruptly stop once they arrive at Jae’s condo.

He lifts her off his lap and the pair make their way into the space.

Jae leads Erik to her lavish bedroom and instructs him to sit on the bed while she changes.

When she re-emerges, she’s clad in only a gold emerald collar and black patent leather So Kate pumps.

“Have you ever fucked a goddess, Erik?” she asks, attempting to regain control of this arrangement.

“Nah, but you about to get some royal dick,” he responds, grabbing her by the wrists and tossing her on the bed like a rag doll. He had been eying the handcuffs on the nightstand since he entered the room and decided to put them to use. He grabs both wrists and secures them behind her back.

“You’ve been testing me all night, Ms. Greer,” Erik says lowly into her ear. Her body tenses as he begins to trail kisses down her spine. “You obviously don’t think that I’ll fuck you to the edge of consciousness, bring you back, and do it all over again. Is that what it is, ma?” he asks, stopping at the junction of her thighs.

“You talking all this shit, yet you’re still fully clothed. Maybe I should’ve hooked up with ya girl Shy instead. Whatchu waiting for, daddy,” the extra emphasis she adds to the word elicits an immediate reaction. He produces the satin scarf from his pocket and secures it around her mouth.

“You talk to fucking much! If I hear one peep outta you, you’ll regret it,” he threatens before diving headfirst into her wetness.

Jae tried hard to contain herself, but the man knew how to work his tongue. He alternated between long licks up her slit and quick flicks on her clit. With each roll of his tongue he felt her clenching around him.

“You close babygirl?” he teased.

She nodded her head in response, eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he responds ceasing all movements.

She groaned loudly in annoyance. His left hand delivered a hard smack to her ass while his right hand grabbed a generous amount of her twists.

“Got some shit to say lil girl?” he asks menacingly. She shakes her head vigorously.

“Nah, you look like you got a problem. Maybe I should go get Shy and let her finish you off,” he says before moving to get off the bed.

“No, no, no!” she screams through her makeshift gag. Erik wished he could frame the look of desperation on her face. He inserted two fingers into her wetness and watched her body writhe beneath him. Sensing her orgasm building again, he removes his fingers once more.

“ERIK PLEASE!” she screamed out, tears pouring down her cheeks.

He chuckled lowly.

“You know you cute as shit when you begging, Jae,” he says removing his pants and the scarf.

“You want this dick, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me,” she whines.

Erik rolled on the condom and wasted no time diving into her slickness. He usually gave his partners time to adjust to just size, but Jae needed to be punished. He wanted to puncture her cervix with his length and leave her a shaking, moaning mess beneath him. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. It had been building since she first laid eyes on him and it felt damn good to release.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum,” Ms. Greer, Erik hissed.

“Oh fuck” she thought to herself.

Erik removed her cuffs before roughly flipping her on her back.

“Now we’re gonna try this again. I’m about to wreck ya shit & you better not cum without my permission, got it?”

She nodded her head sheepishly. Unsatisfied with her answer, Erik smacked the top of both of her thighs.

“Words baby girl,” he said, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Yes daddyyyyyy,” she whines as he enters her for the second time without warning. The sounds of her screams and their bodies slapping filled the room. Erik would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the way she felt wrapped around him as though he were her savior. She looked almost ethereal coming undone beneath him. Much like the goddess she claimed to be.

He pounded into her relentlessly, chasing both of their orgasms.

“Open your eyes, Jae,” Erik cooed. “I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum for me.”

Jae opened her eyes and something within her snapped. Just the sight of him, brows furrowed and dreads a mess atop of his head, was her undoing. She came harder than she ever had before, singing praises to the heavens above for this beautiful man and his devil dick. Erik found his release shortly after her. After cleaning the two of them up, Erik tucked the expensive little bitch into bed before ordering an Uber home.

“Hey there lover boy,” Henny called to him from the kitchen. Erik only grunted in acknowledgement before heading to his room.

The next morning, he woke to find her already awake and making breakfast.

“I take it your date went well,” she said, sitting his plate in front of him.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” he responded, taking a bite of bacon.

“Great. You might wanna get some rest though,” she replied, barely containing her laughter.

“Why is that?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Because, on top of the $10,000 for last night, she just dropped an extra $100,000 to keep you for the rest of the week.”

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blackmilshake · 6 years

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Cheating PART TWO|| H.S.

Anonymous asked: Hi I just read cheating and I'm crying like an idiot as I did in the first part... I wanted to ask you if you are planning on writing what happens after that. Oh and the one where he thinks she is dead got me really fucked up man. I was crying on that too, so yea it seems that you make me cry a lot. 🙃

I AM SOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG, and I am sorry if it is not THAT good, I am not the best when it comes to second parts :c PART 1 HIS P.O.V http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/156212433502/cheating-harry-styles-imagine

PART 1 YOUR P.O.V. http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/160309659417/cheating-hs-your-pov

Catch up: You had caught Harry, your fiancé, cheating on you with another woman in your very own bed and you could accept that so you left him even when it broke you too. He looked for you but it was like you had disappeared and no one let him know where you were.

He was more than scared when he could not find you. You were not at work, not in your house, your car was there but you were not. None of your common friends knew about you, nor your co-workers. It was like you had just disappeared.

He was a mess. And it broke him to be far from you. But when the coordinator of the wedding called him for your first meeting to pick the place of the weeding just a week after, he lost it. He broke everything one the kitchen, tears rolling down his cheeks as an unhuman growl left his mouth. He was in physical pain, his whole body ached. His mom, sister and bestfriend had come to visit him, but he only ignored all of them and their constant knocking.

He felt dirty, like a complete failure. He had one job, to take care of you, and he failed. He just stood there, for days, barely drinking water, his head spinning every time he stood up, out of the lack of food. He checked your social media, no Instagram, no Facebook, and the number he dialled was changed.

During the third week, his mom had to make someone break his front door, he was in the hospital for three days, out of dehydration, and pre-undernourishment. They had to give him pills to sleep and for anxiety. Your parents had to come and visit him and tell him that you were ok, just don’t tell him where. It was good to know you were doing fine. You father was furious at Harry, but felt sorry for him when he saw how Harry was copping.

Your mom, on the other side, loved Harry as her very own child, she saw good in Harry even when he was not so faithful.

“What you did was horrible, and it broke her, I am not gonna lie, but killing yourself will not get her anywhere closer to you, if you love her, go for her, fight for her, and don´t give up so soon. I am mad at you, but son, seeing you like this is not right.” She told him, kissed his temple and went away.

Anne, his mom, had to bring him to her house, take care of him, tried to make Harry eat at least a little. She couldn’t scold him after what he did, he was doing a good job punishing himself. He was at her house for a month. He was getting a little better, at least pretending that his other half was not with him.

He was back at his house at the end of the second month, his mom had fixed everything and even changed the mattress. He felt a little better, but still incomplete. He cried every now and then. He never thought he would be the kind of man that cried over a woman, but you were not just any woman, you were his other half, his heart and soul. One day he just opened his laptop and found an e-mail of your credit card. You had your credit card linked to his e-mail since you forgot your password. And there it was, the plane ticket.

He took the first flight to Germany, your destination. He didn’t really know where you were but there were e-mails of the same Starbucks every day at eight a.m. He felt like Sherlock Holmes, and was so proud of himself. All the way to Germany he has practiced what to tell you. During landing he almost had a panic attack, he was going to see you again.

It was six p.m. so he had to book a hotel room, he wore a cap and glasses and luckily, no one noticed him. He was shaking, his nerves taking the best of him. That night he did not sleep at all. He cried some more at the thought of rejection. But he was doing something rather than killing himself slowly. It was five a.m. when he stood up from bed. He drank a glass of water because his mouth was dry, his hands shaky. He was so excited to see you.

He went for a quick shower, and a simple outfit. He took a glance of himself at the mirror. He didn’t look like he did when he was with you, but better than what he looked like a couple weeks ago.

He had hope.

At seven a.m. he was at the Starbucks, he went to the last table and wearing his cap and “reading” the newspaper he waited for you. His whole body was full of adrenaline. Feet cold, hands quivering, he was a mess.

At eight o´clock you appeared, just not alone.

He saw you crossing the street and a tall guy open the door for you. You had your arm around his, and laughed at something he said. His heart skipped a beat at your laugh but at the same time sunk deeper in his guts as he saw you with somebody else.

No.

It couldn’t be. He felt his tears in his eyes, he bites his lip so hard that he could taste the blood, the cover himself with the newspaper, there was no way he was talking to you, you seemed happy, he wanted you happy, even if it costed his own happiness.

You excused yourself to the restroom, the weather was so cold you could barely feel your fingers and on your way there you dropped your phone and cursed, it fell in the middle of someone´s shoes. His shoes. He was quick to pick it up and hand it to you. “Thank you! I can be really silly sometimes.”

Through the pain he let a little smile make its way to his lips, a genuine smile, you were always clumsy. “Nothing to worry about.” And it hit you. That voice, those rings, and the fact that he answered to you in English before you could correct yourself and apologize in German. It was him. Under the cap and hoarse, broken voice, you could see it was him.

You stood froze, you just couldn’t react. Leaving him was the hardest thing you had done, but you were not sure you could stay away from him again. You missed him every day, and it bothered you that after almost three months he still had this effect on you, you hated that you wanted that man to feel happier, cause it seemed like he had stolen your light.

You were mad at him. Mad that you wanted him to talk your way back to him. After all, he was there. Your legs felt weak and you had to take a sit in front of him.

Your cousin watched the scene from afar and took a seat in another table, just so he could know whether you were talking to Harry, or if he just had to punch him.

Harry was surprised when he saw you take a seat, and it made him fall a little deeper in his darkness. You had dark shades under your eyes, you seemed just dull, not shiny as you usually were, more pale even.

But when you looked at him, it was like breathing felt good again, but a second after it, you saw him better. You thought you looked bad, he looked worst. His eyes were reddish and watery, the bags under his eyes making him look almost sick, his usually red-pink lips were almost purple, his cheekbones were way more prominent and his hair looked lifeless. It was almost as he had aged in three months. And somehow, as horrible as it sounded you felt kind of a little relieved that he looked worse than you did, because it meant that he somehow cared. That you were not the only one grieving.

The tension was almost tangible.

“What are you doing here?” you spoke, sounding harsher than intended. He flinched.

“I came here to apologize, doll, I know what I did has no excuse, I am a jerk, I don’t deserve you at all, I never did. But I can´t live with myself, I can´t sleep. I only think about you. I… crap, I had practiced what to tell you, but having you here, it just knocks the air put of me. I understand if you have moved on, if you don’t want anything to do with me, just… please, forgive me, let me be someone in your life, a friend even, don’t push me away, you are my light, I love you with every living cell in my body and I will be content with the very little space you give me in your life.” He was trying not to cry, but the sobs uncovered him.

You looked down to your hands, deep in thought. At some point you thought that you had overreacted, there were so many people that couldn’t be together for so many stronger reasons, and the fact that he looked you for, came all the way to where you were gave you a little hope.

Maybe it was the right thing to do. Give it a second chance.

“You deceived me, you betrayed me, broke every single piece of trust I had in us. The money you have, the fame you possess, it doesn’t give you the right to do this to me.”

“I know” he whispered, breathless. This was it, the I-don´t-ever-wanna-see-you-again speech.

“But, I still somehow want you near me, even when I hate myself for it.”

He looked up in hope and stared deep in your eyes.

“We can take it slow from here, build our trust again. It won’t be an easy path, but I am willing to take it.” You told him, and this time he let happy tears roll down his cheeks. A little hope shinning from the inside.

“But if you do something like that ever again, it will be the last time you hear from me, I will personally make sure of that, okay?” He nodded violently, his own thoughts incapable of making a whole sentence. Only whispering a bunch of thank you´s as the basically threw himself at you, hugging you tightly, his nose on the top of your hair, breathing into it like it was oxygen, his arms around your waist, his lips kissing your head ever so carefully yet desperate.

You broke the hug and looked at his lips. Those lips. And he did too, just didn’t wanted to push it. The looked at your eyes, and then your lips several times, and you nodded, giving him the permission.And that was it. It was like the missing piece of the puzzle was found.

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fibrotears · 6 years

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The Moment When…

Recently there have been times in my life where I’ve literally felt like if my world would come to an end would it be THAT bad? That’s a DARK moment to be in. Come on let’s be real here, anyone that just read that and said, yea been there, knows that it’s a very lonely place that ironically so many of us have been before. This is something I’m writing for me, for you, for anyone who has ever had just a hard time getting through something and having that one moment when…

My Therapist asked me the other day, what do I want from therapy right now? I was so upset and just in my head I seriously didn’t know. I have a lot going on with my health and my marriage it is hard to handle things sometimes. Man, I’m sounding like such a baby, lol. Anyone with our conditions know it can be very overwhelming, we have to allow ourselves a little bit of legroom so to speak for this type of emotional outburst or lack of control. OK to my point, lol. When I first got diagnosed with Fibro I had this heavy weight and I was almost so dark and saddened inside. I never knew if I’d over come that feeling. I went through a lot and with a lot of support, therapy, life, and health adjustments it slowly became easier to deal with. There was THAT MOMENT WHEN… I was like okay I got this.

Unfortunately, there are ALWAYS moments in all of our lives that we may have to reevaluate or reflect on. Something we don’t even realize we need to do yet. Until you have that moment when… See I’m sharing my story in hopes that it helps someone, not just me, someone before you end up like me.

Being in an emotionally strenuous relationship for years is hard enough but being in one and having a chronic illness is slightly different. Add some memory issues and you come up with fun times lol. I have taken a long hard look at my marriage recently. Did I mention HARD look. My husband is good man, he has worked, taken care of boys that aren’t his, and me since I’ve been out of work for the last few years. He wasn’t always like this either, I’m not even sure how or when it happened to be honest I’m sure it was before I got so sick though.

This is one of the hardest decisions of my life, but you must realize that it is FOR YOUR LIFE. People in my life know me ALL too well so they used what worked for me. My Fur babies shouldn’t be in this situation. That helped a little. I saw a glimmer, but that one opening light, THAT MOMENT WHEN… My son he’s almost 20 but, there is NOTHING that will motivate a mother faster than a hurting child.

When your son comes to you so upset, developing anxiety issues because he can no longer watch you keep being treated like this. Talk about breaking your heart. There are just no words… That was MY MOMENT WHEN… I will tell you once you have your moment things start to happen, and it will come in a fog, maybe even a wave, it can be quite confusing and overwhelming. Honestly right now at this point in my life I’m still going through it all, but why not write the story as it happens right? Isn’t that the best way? So, let me also explain, on top of the Fibro there are some other unexplained health issues I am getting tested for. Yes, there is a little added stress.

Ok now that we’re caught up some, I need to make something else clear, I believe that no matter what happens I’m going to be okay, I didn’t always believe this. I do now, and I told my sister the other day I’m not quite sure if it’s because I know Gods got my back and I’m gonna be ok or if I’m just like OMGoodness WTF is going on lol. Either way, I’m going to handle this, we have a marriage counseling session in 2 weeks. Things will be discussed, and as far as the rest we can only control what is IN OUR CONTROL. The fact is we DO still have control of some things.

Since all this has been weighing heavy on my heart and causing so much pain and stress I’ve decided to try to pull myself back a little. To try to help maybe, so that I don’t keep getting hurt and then when we get to our counseling session there wouldn’t be so much damage done. When my husband realized this was going on he was not happy to say the least. Not that I can blame him, I understand this could be hurtful but let me say that this was a rational decision for me. This was so that my health would be maintained, so that I wouldn’t just up and leave my marriage, and even after explaining this it was not good enough.

Another MOMENT WHEN… nothing ever was going to be. It’s ok, I told myself over and over and over again at that moment. As I’m typing this something keeps running thru my head, this started as a simple question. Jess asked me what I wanted from therapy? At our session that day I also remembered her telling me that my relationship as it was being doing me justice and I had to work on myself, (my words not hers). Ok Back to my point I often get off topic, lol. Now that he was mad that I was pulling away, he tossed around if HE even wanted to go to Marriage counseling.

Why am I even telling you any of this, again partly to share, and honestly partly to show how even after your MOMENTS WHEN… there are still storms. There are still things you have to endure, just because you have to realize just ONE of the things that have to be addressed doesn’t mean your work is done. It merely means your journey has just begun. It Begins With You. You have to want to work on you more than you have to want to work on everything else around you.

There are certain parts of this process that may be more difficult than you have ever anticipated. More Moments when… when you think you can’t take anymore and you’re going to break but you keep going anyway. Those moments come often just so you are aware, lol.

What came next now that my heart was under quarantine, I thought would make it easy. It didn’t, my heart was supposed to be healing and not letting anymore hurt in. It was supposed to not let anymore sickness, anymore pain in. When you do this to yourself it does work, but don’t get this twisted it doesn’t mean that you can continue to take the abuse, that your heart is able to still hear the words coming from the outside while still being protected. It still needs to stop remember you cannot let it continue.

Let me be perfectly clear about something YOU WILL STILL BE QUITE EMOTIONIAL. If I was able to just shut off my emotions like a light switch it would make life much easier… this isn’t that. This is more for self-preservation as I was told to look at it. For me its been pretty hard almost half like an out of body experience, because you feel partially in control and partially numb, at least that’s how I’ve felt. I’ve never been one to lie, I’m not going to sit here and say I’ve never had to lie but I don’t lie unless its die or need… sometimes in this life I have felt like a liar. THAT MOMENT WHEN…Its not your life anymore….

Time to take back your heart… THAT MOMENT WHEN… you’re ready to reclaim it. I’m not to that point yet, I think I may have a long hard road ahead of me. It’s with a heavy heart when you know what must be done and you don’t want to do it because you know THAT MOMENT WHEN… is going to be traumatic.

When you have a kind heart I’m told, that you tend to care a little too much about other people’s feelings. This can be a good thing or a bad thing, because you’re then worried about how they are going to feel rather than how it affects you. This is where you have to get back to THAT MOMENT WHEN… you realize that you are important too!! It’s time to put you first, yes it may be hard but its what has to be done, period in order to survive.

THAT MOMENT WHEN… You have nothing to explain, nothing to be sorry for, this is what YOU need to do. When you are doing what is right for you and your health and you have done everything right and your can do no more, this is THAT MOMENT WHEN… you can’t do no more and you need to more on and start to learn to heal. Ill learn one day!! I hope you can too.

#spoonie #fibro #reallife #fibrowarrior #hard choices

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Swan Song

A/N: The start of a Winter Olympian AU for @illegalcerebral‘s AU Challenge! Also, go follow her because everything she writes is awesome! That being said, I know I can’t make this into a one shot because I’m a masochist, but I’m not actually sure how long this is going to be.

P.S. I’m doing as much research into rules and regulations and the moves of each sport, but they may not all be completely accurate. I’m trying the best I can.

Chapter 1

Cue internal raging.

Emily Prentiss was flat out in the pipe having whiffed the Double McTwist 1260 again. She was so damn close. If she could land it in competition, she would be the first woman ever to do it. She wanted it so goddamn bad.

Pushing up, she hopped and slid down the rest of the pipe to where her coach was waiting. Markus Leskov was one of the best coaches in the world; the only reason she’d been able to afford his services was because her mother had pulled strings, but that’s all her mother had done for her.

For the last 18 years, Emily had worked her ass off to gain her mother’s attention; she knew it - she didn’t try to fight it. Granted she loved snowboarding too; she was pretty sure ice ran through her veins in more ways than one, but the reason she pushed herself so hard was because she hoped that her mother would finally peel herself away from her work for a split second to notice her again.

“Am I deluding myself?” She asked Marcus. “Can I hit this?”

Leskov hadn’t told her, mostly just because he was never the kind to show a ton of affection, but he had never trained a harder worker and doubt he ever would. “You can. You’re not leaning into enough because the backside rodeo isn’t as smooth as it could be. You come out of that smooth and you’ll nail it. Go again.”

“Get up, Prentiss!” Her teammate and competitor Allyson Reid screamed.

Snickering, Emily took a deep breath and saluted her coach before heading back up. “Got it, coach.” He believed in her...that should be enough, right?

“I love you, too,” Matt said into the phone. “Take care of the little man and the even newer little man.”

Kristy laughed as she ran her hand over her ever-protruding belly. “Love you. Bye, honey,” Kristy replied. Their second son, Jake, was due in a month, so she hadn’t been able to accompany Matt to the Olympics this year; she didn’t feel too bad though. His mother and father had gone with him and she and their eldest son David, would be watching on TV.

David was so excited about getting to see his father on screen. I’m gonna be just like daddy when I grow up, he’d said as he made a sign for him. Matt couldn’t see it obviously, but David was going to hold it up anyway and send the pictures from across the globe.

After hanging up the phone, Matt handed it off to his coach and sped around the rink. He was competing in the 5,000 and 10,000-meter races, as well as the team pursuit. His legs were going to turn into jelly, but it was nothing like the pain that Kristy went through before and would be repeating in a matter of weeks, so he considered him blessed and leaned into the turn.

“I’m in!��

Spencer Reid spun around, his hair smacking into his face as he turned to see his friend of 20 years, Jennifer Jareau. The previous day he’d been notified of his acceptance to the American skating team; he was in his early, almost mid-20s. In skating age, that was pretty ancient - almost retirement age, so this was his last shot, and it was JJ’s too. “You’re on the team?”

“Yes!” JJ skated toward him, her white practice dress floating gently in the breeze she created. “I made it! This is the last chance for us, yea?”

Nodding, Spencer spun her around and started going through his routine in his mind. “I’d say so, so let’s give it our all and go out with a bang, okay?” He grabbed her hands and spun around in a circle. He’d been practicing day in and day out for nearly 20 years straight. He’d been so close in the past and so had JJ; they’d worked too hard for this.

"I plan on it.”

“Damn right, you do!” JJ turned around to see her sister, Rosaline, and coach, Alex Blake glide out onto the ice. Rosaline won the gold at the 2010 Olympics; JJ always wanted to be like her. This Olympics was her last shot to do it.

As if she could sense JJ’s thoughts, Rosaline cupped her sister’s face in her hands. “Stop comparing yourself to me. Your routines are amazing. If you nail them, the gold is yours. They’re the most difficult of the women’s routines. You’ll practice and the moment you step on that ice you’re gonna let everything go and have fun because this is what you love, okay?”

JJ swallowed the lump in her throat and rested her head against her sister’s before shooting Alex a hesitant smile. Rosaline was right, but letting things go was easier said than done. “Alright, I’m ready to start. Let’s do this,” she said with a huff of air and an even deeper breath.

“What about Spencer?” Alex asked, reaching out to greet the young man she’d come to know over the years. "You done yet?”

“No, but I’m still waiting for Hotch to get here. He’s running late today,” Spencer replied. His coach, Aaron Hotchner had come down with the flu recently. He, his wife Haley, and son Jack had been passing it back and forth - leaving him to coach Spencer over Skype. “Spencer, I can’t coach you in person right now. I can’t risk getting you sick before you try out for the Olympics!”

That had actually been for the best, but it was going to be nice to see his coach again. Despite his seniority, Spencer considered Hotch a friend; he’d put faith in him and his abilities when so few would, and had even slashed the price of services after seeing Spencer’s mother work herself to the bone to give her son and daughter the best shot at succeeding in the sport. “You start. I’ll wait for Hotch and watch your routine. I don’t think I’ve seen the whole thing yet.”

“And I haven’t seen yours either”

“You will.”

Searing pain ripped through her the second she hit the ground. “Elle Greenaway, 19, of the United States is down!” The announcer was speaking. What happened?

“Do you know your name?”

“Elle Greenaway,” she replied softly, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She was going on her gold medal run. “What happened?”

“Freak accident. One of your skis flew off mid jump.” In a panic, she looked down; she could barely feel her lower half. “Don’t move,” the man insisted.

“I can’t feel my legs...I can’t feel my legs...I can’t feel my legs...”

As her feet hit the ground, she smiled. Her father jumped up and down, screaming about how amazing his “little girl” was until she skied up to him, embracing him. “How did that feel?” He asked. Beside him, her mother was sobbing.

“Good,” she breathed. “So good.”

“We couldn’t be more proud of you, Elle,” her mother said, sniffling.

On that day eight years ago, she had fractured one her lower vertebrae; it took years of physical therapy and additional years of competing again to get back to where she’d been, but she was here. The Sochi Olympics had passed her by, and for a time following the 2014 games she found herself in a slump, but with her parents’ encouragement, she pushed through. Once again, she had a shot at gold.

Her skate hit the ice and they both screamed.

Penelope Alvez nee Garcia screeched in delight. Her mouth dropped open and her husband came up behind her, hugging her tightly. “Increible, mi reina,” he whispered softly.

“You too, my love,” she replied, reaching back and rubbing his cheek with the palm of her hand. They had been practicing together for more than two decades now, and only now had they been able to consistently land one of the hardest moves in the art of pairs skating - the throw triple axel. “We really have a shot this year. We could win.”

“As long as I’m with you, I always win,” Luke said.

Penelope snorted, her face blushing under the adulation of her husband and the cool breeze coming off the ice as they skated. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” This was going to be their last Olympics together. Presumably, they’d always be skating; both felt like it was in their blood, but after this year, they wanted to focus on something else - starting a family.

For the last year, they’d been happily married, and both husband and wife wanted nothing more than to add to their family and introduce all the little Alvezes to the sport they loved so much. “Now all we have to do is make sure we nail the throw triple axel, the death spiral, the 2 overhead lifts, the jump sequence, the pair spin and the choreography and we have this in the bag,” Penelope said, shrugging under the pressure.

“The throw was the hardest and we’re doing it consistently. We’ve got this.” Luke had more than enough faith in them for the both of them. Years from now, he was sure they’d be able to tell their kids about the time mommy and daddy won gold at the Olympics.

It felt weird not being on the slopes. Kate Callahan had never done any other activity during her years in school and beyond. After seeing the Olympics as a child, specifically Heidi Preuss, she told her parents she wanted to ski. They’d tried getting her into other sports as well. They’d attempted to get her into musical instruments. But she wanted nothing else than to ski. “You think you’re ready?” Her coach, Maureen Zechmeister asked as they clinked glasses. It wasn’t booze, but it was a toast all the same. She only asked because she wanted to gauge Kate’s own belief in herself.

“I think I’ve got this. I’m gonna medal. I can feel it,” she smiled, taking a sip of her Diet Coke. In 2014, she nearly qualified, but came in fourth during qualifications. The past four years had been non-stop training and she’d qualified in first.

She and Maureen arrived in Pyeongchang a few days ago and had been training ever since, but Maureen was not about training oneself into the ground. “I do too. You’ve been training hard.” Her parents emerged from around the corner and waved. “You ready to eat?”

“Ummm...always.”

“Now, what did you do wrong?” Rossi asked as he approached Derek sprawled out on the slope.

Like his sister Desiree, Derek sought constant perfection in the hopes of proving their living mother and now deceased father proud. Little did they realize that both had always and would always remain proud of the three children they loved so much. David had first hand knowledge; he’d started as Derek’s coach after his father died. Promise me you’ll help his mother and look out for him.

Derek looked up, his brow furrowed in aggravation. “I’m trying to hard to make the best time and I’m bombing,” he said flatly, referring to the act of going recklessly fast down the slope.

“Exactly,” Rossi replied. “You want to carve, not bomb. You have this; you’re just pushing yourself too hard.”

Extending his hand, Rossi helped Derek up and caught his attention. “Hey, kid. Look at me.”

Derek was frustrated, his eyes scanning far off in the distance. He knew what Rossi was going to say and although he appreciated it, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear right now.

“What am I, wood?” Rossi chuckled, slapping Derek’s shoulder. Once he had his attention, he continued. “You have all the skill necessary to win every event you’re in.” He hated seeing Derek so heavy with emotion. “I know why you try as hard as you do. He is proud. No matter whether you win or not. You know what he said to me all the time? Practically every day before he went to work?”

“No, what?” He actually didn’t know. “He told me he was proud all the time, encouraged me and everything , but...that’s a parent thing.”

Rossi huffed and leaned against the pole. “No, that’s a good parent thing,” he replied. Rossi was with Joy how Derek’s father had been with him. “He encouraged you and supported you and lived his life the way he did because he believed, and I quote ‘children are apt to live up to what their parents believe of them.’ He thought the world of you and your sisters, and you’ve already exceeded expectations, okay?”

Jabbing his poles into the ground, Derek took a deep breath of the cool mountain air and smiled despite himself. “Deep down, I know it. It’s just...”

“It’s hard,” Rossi finished. “He’s never far from your mind.”

“Exactly.”

It astounded Tara Lewis that her father could watch her come down the track in Olympic record pace for luging and yet say nothing, but this is how it had always been. He attempted to be fatherly by physically placing himself in her presence, but he never really showed her any indication of pride - only resentment that she had succeeded where he brother had failed.

Steven had always been the favorite - typical son over daughter bullshit, but honestly, Tara was pretty sure that if her father hadn’t been exactly how and who he was, she wouldn’t be where she is now. Tara worked harder and harder every day with her coach, Alexandra Heismer (who was more of a parent than her father had ever been), in order to succeed proudly, and in his face. “Olympic record pace, Dad!” She exclaimed, purposely pumping her fists in the face of his disappointment. “At this rate, I could pull out a world record run.”

Pulling off her helmet, she let her hair fly free and smiled up at the board. “Opening ceremony is tonight, so I’m gonna stop on a high today and go get ready.”

“You think you’ve trained enough?” Her father asked. There was a distinct hint of jealousy in his voice, not for himself, but for Steven.

Tara nodded as she walked away. In 2010, she placed 5th. Four years later, she won bronze. This year was her golden run, and hopefully 2022 would follow suit. “Definitely. It’s my year.”

It was the Americans turn to enter the stadium. Everyone gathered into a large group, intermingling by sport. “Ready?” Tara asked the woman standing next to her.

“Oh me?” Emily replied. “Yup, I’m ready to go. What are you competing in?”

“Luge. You?”

“Snowboard cross and halfpipe.” Emily took in the look on the other woman’s face - almost free. “You look happy.”

“I am,” Tara replied. “I’ve worked my ass off, and I can’t wait to shove my success in my father’s face.”

Emily snorted as the group began to walk. “You have parent issues too? And we’re walking together. Fantastic,” she said. “Although I live and breathe snowboarding, I am wondering if my mother will actually give a shit if I medal.”

As they continued on, they found out that they were competing, for the most part, on opposing days. “You cheer me on, I’ll cheer you?” Tara asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

“What about me?” Ally butted in after giving her brother a tackle hug. She’d been training so hard she hadn’t seen him since they landed in Pyeongchang the week before.

They marched onward with the rest of the American athletes, meeting up with people they’d known for years and introducing themselves to those they’d never met. The two women were familiar with Spencer Reid and Jennifer Jareau, considering that figure skating tended to be the most spoken about winter sport. Emily had met Spencer before, but do to the Reid twins both being involved in sports, they never really got the chance to know each other. She was stunned that she’d never met Derek Morgan before though, she had heard his name in passing.

In turn, Spencer and JJ met up with Luke and Penelope, having last seen them at their wedding the year before. Though they lived across the US from each other, they kept in touch after meeting years earlier at the World Championship.

JJ also saw Elle Greenaway from across the group and ran over with Spencer in tow to introduce herself and tell her how inspirational she found her. “I watched your first Olympics when I was 16, and my heart broke for you, but I’ve been following your career ever since. Spencer and I are actually going to be there tomorrow when you compete.”

“That’s amazing! It’s so nice to met you both,” Elle replied with tears in her eyes.

They were nearing the halfway point when Matt introduced himself to JJ and Spencer introduced himself to Kate. The entire group of nearly 300 American athletes delving into random conversations about their sports or what they happened to have for lunch that day. It was somehow small scale and the largest scale possible.

It didn’t matter whether or not it was their first games, their second or without a doubt their last, walking at the opening ceremony and competing as a whole left them all euphoric - pressure be damned.

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#spencer reid #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #derek morgan #alex blake #kate callahan #elle greenaway #erin strauss #matt simmons #tara lewis #luke alvez #garvez #swan song

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queenofmorolianspiders · 6 years

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Send me one of these in my ask and I'll write a drabble about my character in accordance to that word! 36 - Flight

Somehow, they hadbarely scraped getting out of a fight with the defected Purge. QB washeavily injured; blood was dried across her body, some of it his, butmost of it hers. Even though she was certain she would have wonagainst him in a... dare she think it, fair fight,his abuse of spacetime powers often put her at an edge.

Hewas an enemy she just couldn't win against, and she had no idea howshe was going to protect her son-- no, not her son, this kidalternate of a Purge, she couldn't let herself think that-- from him. It had been implied that Alpha and this... asshole had beenalive for far longer than she, even though she felt they were bothlying to her and that it had only been a human's millenia. Eitherway, he had come from a far more violent realm than the others, Alphahad told her. He was a mobster, and the marks he had left on her, theones that she could feel but not see, sure were proof of it.

QB wasn't sure howthey had escape this time. All she knew was that her son—no, thekid, was supporting her, as best as his small frame could. She was inpain, but suffered as silently as she could, gasping in pain onlywhenever the kid had unintentionally hit a spot that the defunctformer Alpha had abused. The control of time and space wasn't justlimited to the air around them-- no, he had the know-how to speed orslow time on a single part of a person's body. He had aged parts ofher, slowed down rate at which she would feel the pain, so that itendured for longer. Even the air she needed to breathe, he couldmanipulate, sucking the air in and out of her chest, sometimes atpainful intervals. He always made sure to return it right beforeshe'd lose consciousness.

“I want you tosuffer,” he said. It was a line that QB had used all too oftenherself, one she was familiar with giving, and hearing, but not oftenon the receiving end of. “I am more than capable of it. The othermes? They're too weak. They couldn't stomach all that blood, beingright up close in the thick of it, torturing someone for a long time.Sure, some of them could tellothers to torture for them, or build robots for it, but I find thatto be... well, too impersonal.”He paused, looking over her battered form. “You know how it is.People just don't enjoy the trauma that comes from torture nearly aswell unless you're the one to eke it out.”

Shehad spit at him, blood mixed with her saliva, but it only made himlaugh before he wiped it away in disgust. “I would love to cut outthat tongue of yours, but oh, you're so quick-witted, that itwouldn't be any fun without someone to quip with. Come now, try me.I'd love to have a conversation this time.”

QBwasn't intent on giving him the satisfaction.

“Nothing?No?” His expression lightened at her, as though he had a suddenlywonderful idea. “Are you simply....” and with a movement of hishand, all the air had come out of QB's lungs. “Out of breath at thethought?”

Involuntarygasps could be heard as she struggled to breath.

“Tsktsk tsk... That's no way to answer the question. C'mon now, tryagain. Try to speak this time, okay?” and with a reverse sweep ofhis hand, all the air rushed back into QB's lungs as he spoke. “Ihaven't got all day.” Then he laughed, maniacally. “AHAHAHA whoam I kidding, I'm a freaking Alpha, I can makemyself have time.”

Thepower display was obvious; QB was certain she would die here, thoughshe'd do her damnedest to not give this bastard the satisfaction.

Shehadn't heard the crash, or the shouting that happened when someonecame by to distract him. Her head was woozy, she couldn't seestraight, but there was a sense of urgency as someone small struggledto free her from the table she had been tied down to. A voice kepttrying to speak to her.

“...-om!!Mommy! C'mon, we gotta get you out of here, please wake up!”

Ah.Right. Him.

“.....s'notyer mother........ kid.....”

Therewas shouting right by her ear as she was helped up. She felt someonelift up her arm, a spiky tuft of hair itching at it as a head proppedit up.

“C'mon,Miss QB! We gotta go. Alpha's trying to hold him off but I can't openup a portal yet. I don't even know where to. I need you to do it!!Mom!!!”

Herhead had slumped down from exhaustion, she was almost about to passout, but the name calling perked her up a bit.

“....Isaid, I'm not--.”

“Yeahyeah I know okay? But I need you to get us out of here. I can't do itby myself, I don't know how to yet. Please Mommy, I need you to stayawake. You can rest later.”

QBgroaned. It seemed that the kid was doing it on purpose now to keepher awake. What a bother. After she had resolved to die withoutseeing him again, here he was. Trying to save her from a monster. Areal monster. One who had every intent on ripping him apart, stealinghis powers, his lifeforce.... destroying and taking from himeverything. And the kid knew it too.

“Can't.”She attempted to move her hands to show him; she wasn't sure howeffective it was, but the pain from doing that seemed to say she waseffective enough. “Magic-locking shackles. Power dampeners. Bastardknew what he was doing.”

“Okay,okay... I'll find the key! It's got to be here somewhere, right?”QB's eyes began to focus again as she saw the purple hair of the kidcome into view. He dropped her arm as he began searching. She wincedin pain.

“On'im,” she hissed.

“Oh.Crap. Maybe I can.... stop time? Alpha said that I was gonna becomemore powerful than him... So... I should be able to do it, right?Right Mom?”

“Fuckif I know,” she said, struggling to keep upright. She didn'tremember anything that had happened after that, only that everythingwent white as she felt like she was falling.

Shehad come to at some time later, with the Kid propping her up again,and the fighting somewhere else. QB didn't know where. All she knewwas that she was at the same spot she was captured still.

“Mom?You awake?”

Adisgruntled groan responded to him.

Hegiggled. “'Don't call me Mom', right Miss QB?”

Shelifted up her head and let it fall in an attempt to nod.

“You'rereally banged up Miss QB. I don't know how, but we moved the fightaway. Alpha's trying his hardest to keep him distracted so we can getaway....” He sniffled. “But... But I don't know how! I don't knowhow to mask us, Miss QB! He could find a way to find us again! Idon't want to try and use my powers and then have him find us again,or hurt you even more, Miss QB! *sniffle, sniffle hic* I-I... I'm sosorry!”

QBblinked her eyes, trying to focus on the kid that was crying beforeher. She raised an arm to try and pat his head, but pain shot up andmade her stop. She closed her eyes, and looked. The shackles thatbound her power were off.

“Hey,”she said, more pain than soft. “Hey... Did you get them off? All ofthem?”

TheKid Purge wiped his teary-eyed face and snot on his sleeve. “Yea...I got the keys from him before they left. We can leave anytime now,but I was waiting for you to get back up. Please QB. I need you. Idon't know how to do anything on my own....”

Shestarted to sigh, but the pain in her chest made her cough from thataction.

“Fine...Fine...”

Asmuch as she hated fleeing, QB knew she was outmatched. She knew itfrom the beginning. There was no way she was going to win againstthat bastard that was after Kid Purge.

Ittook a few tries, but QB was finally able to snap her fingers,getting them away. She would have him walk them a bit before she'djump rifts suddenly, asking the kid every so often if he sensed howfar away they were yet from where Alpha and the other guy werefighting. It was when he finally told her that he couldn't that QBtold him to stop, and he leaned her against a wall.

Silenceensued for a few moments, though it felt like hours to the much moreimpatient child.

“Youlook like you got something to say,” QB said.

Henodded, trembling a little.

“Y-yeah...I'm just... wondering....”

“Whatabout?”

“Well...Are we gonna have to run from him our entire lives, Miss QB?”

#writing #drabbles #kid purge #qb #douchebagel #alpha #(sort of)#i actually had started a fic awhile back about him torturing her back in the day #because i thought it might help bring about some perspective/balance of how much more powerful and destructive and evil douchebagel is comp #but i never wound up finishing it.#I forget why #it was a vent fic anyways.#Anonymous #asks

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