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[psychedellic-phase]

Ghosts & Icing

A/N: this request is adorable and I hope I did it justice!! I went with the seasons 12-15 gang because then there would be a ton of kiddos and also I love Luke Alvez and he deserves the world :)

TW: None fluff city

wc: 2.0k

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“Spence, where does the green skeleton go? Between the pumpkins or next to the gargoyle?” You called up to Spencer, waddling over to the many boxes of Halloween decorations that your husband had accumulated over the years. 

It was barely September 30th, and you were already decorating for his most beloved holiday. You didn’t mind; you loved him and he loved Halloween. So, naturally, you loved Halloween too. Before you met Spencer, you hadn’t even so much as carved a pumpkin each year, and the last time you wore a costume was at a college frat party. Well, if wearing a set of cat ears and drawn on eyeliner whiskers can even be considered a costume. According to Spencer Reid, it is not. But here you were, wearing a shirt covered in jack-o-lanterns and ghosts that barely fit over your protruding belly. Oh how life can change. 

Spencer appeared seemingly out of thin air, looking frazzled, his hair more disheveled than usual, some fake cobwebs tangled in it, and orange lights draped around him like he was a Christmas tree. 

“Don’t touch anything!”

You put your hands up in defeat, “Alright, I’ll let the Halloween king decorate his castle.”

You pottered over the front stoop, sitting on the hard concrete and watching him put fake cobwebs and oversized spiders in the bushes. You leaned back, rubbing your belly softly. It wasn’t that big, only twenty-four weeks, but you felt like you had stolen one of Spencer’s beloved pumpkins and shoved it under your shirt.

When you saw him again he was breathless. Only he could be overexerted from decorating.

“Should I put the tombstone next to the Frankenstein head? Or should I make a mini graveyard in the lawn?”

You grinned, admiring his child-like enthusiasm. He rarely had that anymore. Honestly, after all the real life horror he saw, you were surprised he still liked a jump scare. The second hand fear you felt for him everyday was more than enough; you didn’t need Freddy Krueger to supplement. 

“I think you should do whatever you want, Babe.”

He groaned, “You’re no help!” “You’re the one that told me to not touch anything, Reid.”

He smiled, “You’re right, but now I need you to touch something.”

You wiggled your eyebrows and stood up, making your way to him. You smoothed out his sweaty t-shirt and moved his hair from his eyes, “I’ll touch whatever you want.”

He stifled a laugh, “I-I didn’t mean like that; that job has been done. I meant like you could put the ghosts along the walkway while I set up the orange and purple lights.” As soon as he finished saying it, the box of ghosts were in your hand and he was untangling lights. 

“Hey! You forgot something!”

He stumbled over to you, looking side to side with wide eyes “What? What’d I forget?”

You puckered your lips and he smiled, planting a kiss on them. 

“Thank you, and you better shower before everyone gets here. You stink Reid!”

“So do you, Reid! Love you!” He called after you before making his way back inside to find more decorations. 

“Purple is the color of the seventh chakra, which represents the third eye and clairvoyance, so purple has become closely associated with the holiday as it is very spiritual in nature. Actually, purple has a rather complicated color symbolism because it is the mixture of calm blue and passionate red. The emotions attached to it vary, depending on whether or not it is a blue based purple or a red based purple. Which is actually an interesting conundrum when you look at the color spectrum-” Spencer rambled to the table of children and their parents who were just there to decorate sugar cookies and admire the ghost stickers on the walls.

Matt laughed, “Thanks for that, Reid. But I think Kristy was just complimenting the lights on the mantle.”

Everyone laughed and Spencer flushed a light shade of pink. You came up to him and admired the mess of a kitchen table in front of you.

On one side were the Jareau-LaMontagnes. Henry was old enough to try to make a ghost, but Michael was still too little to sit in his own seat. He was on Will’s lap, patting his hands on orange sprinkles and watching them stick to his little palms. Then he would clap and watch them fall to the ground around him, giggling every time.

“I’m real sorry about the mess, Y/N,” Will said in his sweet southern drawl.

You smiled, “Hey, I said we’d host Halloween cookie day. I’m more than happy to clean it up. Plus, it’s practice for this guy.” You patted your belly and he smiled.

On the opposing side of the table was the ever growing Simmons clan. David and Jake were squeezing green icing out of bags trying to make Frankensteins, and their younger sisters were hogging all the purple and drawing flowers on the cookies shaped like bats. 

The kids weren’t the only ones having fun though. You set up a separate table for the adults. It was kind of like those wine and art nights, but in this case the art was edible.

Penelope got the short end of the stick (in her book at least) and was sitting next to Luke, aka Newbie, “You cannot just hog all the red icing! I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

Luke puckered up his face and mocked Penelope, “I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

“Oh SHUT UP SHUT UP! Just because you’re all macho and handsome doesn’t mean you get to hog all the icing!”

“Maybe you wouldn’t need the red icing if you hadn’t insisted on making the skull rainbow.”

Penelope groaned and looked across the room at you and Spencer, begging you to help her. The two of you just laughed and you leaned into Spencer’s side. 

“When do you think she’ll finally admit she’s in love with him?”

Spencer laughed, putting his hand on the small of your back, “Never. Garcia is many things, and stubborn is one of them.”

Rossi was next to them, sitting back and not participating in the icing war that was going on in front of him. He just warned them that they better not get any on his brand new Italian silk shirt. 

“It’s handmade, you know, only fifteen were even made. I had to call a guy who knows a guy who knows the maker’s sister to get one.”

JJ rolled her eyes, “Sure Rossi, and this shirt was actually worn by the Queen of England.” 

She gestured to the black shirt she was wearing which clearly said, “Happy Halloween Witches!” 

Dave scoffed, “Listen, Jennifer, I know Liz well. She would never wear something that tried to replace the word ‘bitches’ with ‘witches’. She’s classy.”

JJ laughed, taking another gulp of wine, “Liz? So what… you guys are on a first name basis?”

He shrugged, “Let’s just say, if Philip wasn’t in the picture…”

They were interrupted by Henry coming up to his mom and showing her the ghost cookie he had tried to make, “Do you like it, mom?”

“Wow dude! That is one scary ghost,” she said, taking it from him and licking some stray icing off her fingers.

He grinned proudly, and insisted on showing his favorite Uncle Spencer.

“Uncle Spence! Come look at my ghost!”

Spencer looked over at you, silently asking for permission to leave your side. You smiled and waved your hand, “Go! But please don’t get black icing on the ceiling again. This year, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”

He smiled and sat at the ridiculously small kids chair, looking like a giant, and picked up a few piping bags to make his own creation.

Suddenly Emily and Tara appeared next to you, holding an empty bottle of wine, “We need a refill, Mrs. Reid.”

You still blushed at the use of your married name, no matter how many times you heard it, “Follow me to the wine cellar, ladies!”

The two of them followed behind you as you walked carefully down the steps, “Spencer usually doesn’t let me down here. He says the steps are unsafe.”

“Uh, yeah, if I had known how narrow and steep they were I would’ve just asked you to direct me,” Tara said, looking for the light switch on the wall. She found it and soon the three of you were staring at the dark walls of the basement.

“Okay, maybe I lied. It isn’t so much a wine cellar as it is just a regular, creepy old basement.”

“Full of spiders,” Emily added, swatting at a cobweb on the extremely low ceiling. Spencer had to crouch when he came down here. 

“That’s what you get for buying a house built in 1920, Y/N,” Tara added, as they both began sifting through the stray bottles of wine in a box on the floor.

“I know, but Spencer insisted because it ‘adds character.’”

“Being married to that man, I don’t know how much more character you need,” Emily said, pulling out a bottle of cheap Barefoot red wine, “I bet you miss this.”

You rubbed your belly, “I said I’m bringing a bottle of wine in my hospital bag.”

Tara laughed, “And what did Dr. Reid say to that? ‘Actually, Y/N, you can’t have alcohol in the hospital.’”

“No, no, I bet it was more like, ‘did you know that alcohol is a depressant? It slows down your cognitive functions, thus making it much harder to care for a newborn baby.’”

“Hey! Stop making fun of my husband!” you said, the two women looking as if they’d just seen a ghost, which was rather fitting for the occasion, “Only I get to do that!”

The three of you laughed and they helped you hobble up the stairs, where you were met by a sight you wished you hadn’t seen.

The first person you saw was Matt, white icing all over his red shirt and arms, and Kristy laughing next to him, using a finger to swipe some up and put it in her mouth. Next were the four Simmons children, each with varying amounts and colors of icing and sprinkles all over them. Then you saw Will, who for some reason had a chunk of cookie in his hair, and Michael on his shoulders. JJ was behind them, grabbing Michael’s hands and trying to wipe all the stickiness he had accumulated off of them.

Next was Rossi, who had an unmistakable drop of red icing on the arm of his Italian silk shirt. If he was a cartoon character, he would’ve had steam coming out of his ears. Garcia and Luke were next to him, each looking mortified and blaming the other. Garcia was smacking his arm lightly and Luke was shielding his face.

Then your eyes found the person you always looked for when you entered a room, and Spencer looked the worst of them all. His fluffy hair was matted down in places with green icing, cookie crumbs all over his cheeks and stuck in his scruff. His sweater was once cream colored, but now it was a mixture of green, purple, black, and gray. His hands were covered in icing and sprinkles and he was spinning Henry around in a circle.

You stood there and admired the scene in front of you for a moment, before Tara cleared her throat. 

“What is going on here?”

Everyone stopped, and immediately Henry spoke, “He did it!”

He pointed straight at Spencer, who put his hands up, “Me? What’d I do?”

“Uncle Spencer started a food fight!”

“No, I think it was Garcia,” Rossi said and the room fell into a roar of laughter; Tara and Emily eager to get in on the fun and dip their own hands into some icing.

You admired them all one more time, rubbing your belly softly, before also diving head first into a mess of sprinkles and ghost shaped cookies.

This was your family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I’m Always Here for You - André Burakovsky

Summary: Burky coming to your rescue at the club and being absolutely adorable after!

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, grabby men, cat calling, one minor swear

Word Count: 1.3k

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@kristenyascur​ here you go!

You were absolutely buzzing for tonight. The season was starting soon so it would be one of the last weekends where you could truly let loose and have fun with your boyfriend André.

Pulling your hair into a complicated updo, you were determined to look like a million bucks tonight. You had found a dress in the back of your clothes, totally forgotten about, but fit you like a glove. You had even managed to make two pretty decent wings with your eyeliner!

André was set to pick you up in a couple minutes, so you rushed around to finish getting ready. You grabbed a tumbler and filled it with water, setting it out on table with a bottle of Tylenol so you’d see it when you came home. As fun as tonight was going to be, tomorrow didn’t need to be ruined because of a hangover.

The door alarm pulled you away from your current task, scrounging around the floor of your closet for your nice sneakers. André was right on time.

Ordering an uber as you opened the door, you pulled him into your place.

“You look great,” he breathed, eyes wide as he glanced up and down. The dress was a simple wine color number falling to mid-thigh, but it did highlight your chest marvelously in your opinion.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you teased, drinking him in. He was wearing his go-to black club slacks, white button-down shirt tucked in, just how you like it. He had popped a couple buttons at the top, teasing you with a peak of his chest.

You swallowed hard, blinking a couple times as you refocused yourself. André smirked as he caught your eye, grabbing your elbow to pull you closer to him. His hands rested on your hips, beginning to absent mindedly running his fingers over your hips.

You fixed his hair just a bit, tugging on his curls just a bit. He smiled and pulled you into a kiss, swaying slightly in your kitchen.

Your phone buzzed signaling the uber was here. Again, you were giddy with excitement. Tonight was going to be great.

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When you pulled up to the club, André statement when he first suggested tonight rang true: this club was POPPING.

Your jaw went slack at all the people lined up around the brick warehouse, desperately trying to get in.

“I told you, minskatt.” You could hear André gloat in front of you, tugging you out of the car.

You shuffled once you got out, accidently tugging your dress down too much, showing off your chest a little bit more than you wanted.

“Aye! Babyyy!” Someone from the line shouted.

Your head snapped up and locked eyes with the stranger who was leering at you. He actually liked his lips!

You were disgusted, blinked back tears as you ran to catch up with André.

“My name’s Mark! Just so you know whose name you’ll be screaming later!” You took one last look over your shoulder and saw Mark staring you down.

However, you determined not to let him ruin your evening. The season was just around the corner and you wanted to celebrate accordingly. You brushed it off and didn’t mention your encounter to André who was busy talking to the bouncer.

You tried to focus on what André was asking, something about whether the rest of the Avs were here or not. You slipped under his arm and buried your face into his side, now desperate to get into the club and away from the creep on the sidewalk.

André mistook your fear as excitement and hurried the bouncer along, skipping the line and getting you into the club.

For a while you forgot about the creep outside, having a good time with André and the rest of the team and their partners. You said danced for a while with Mel, eager to live it up while they had a babysitter back home with Linnea.

Everything was great until you had to go get a drink. André had run off the restroom while the line was short, so you ventured to the bar by yourself.

“I’ll be right back Mel. Won’t be long, just getting a refill on my drink.” Mel nodded at you, her alcohol tolerance long gone since having a kid. Though, you didn’t look much better, always being somewhat of a lightweight yourself.

Elbowing people aside, you leaned against the cool bar top and flagged down the bartender.

“Another vodka cran please!” He nodded and took the cash you had fished out of your purse.

“Well, fancy seeing you here. I knew you couldn’t get enough of me.” Your blood ran cold.

It was Mark.

You tried to ignore him, but he tugged your elbow and pulled you into his chest, a gesture André had just done hours early. Except this wasn’t André. From his blonde hair to his slight Southern accent, nothing about this man was your loving boyfriend.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t play hard to get. We both know you want me.” You shoved away from him, leaving your drink on the counter in an attempt to get away. You eventually moved around the corner to leave this potentially messy situation.

You tried looking over people’s heads to find your beloved Swede, but you could only see Mark. He was dodging people as quick as you were in order to get back to you.

He had trapped you against the bar and you began to cry alone in this dark corner of the bar.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Mark’s shoulder and ripped him away from you. It was Gabe Landeskog. Behind him you could see André shoving his way through the crowd and Mel holding hands with another WAG, hoping everything would be alright.

You knew you were shaking as André finally reached you, Gabe issuing threat after threat to your assailant. André pulled you into chest , turning you away from Gabe’s tirade.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, okay minskatt?” There was the pet name you knew and loved, not any of this sweetheart crap that Mark had laid on.

You just nodded and let your boyfriend wrap his arm around your shoulder and lead you out of the club and into a cab.

You began to fully cry in the safety of the car, so scared by the nights events.

“It’s going to be okay Y/N, trust me. I’m here for you.” André rarely referred to you by your first name, preferring pet names and ridiculous nicknames instead. You could tell he was shaken too, glancing out the window as the cab pulled up to his building.

Soon, you were sat on the edge of the couch, just trying to get your breathing under control.

You pulled on your now ruined hairstyle, a nervous habit since you were little. Strands of hair stuck to your face, mixing with the steady stream of tears. The night was supposed to be nothing, but excitement and happiness and it turned into anything but.

You pulled on your now ruined hairstyle, a nervous habit since you were little. Strands of hair stuck to your face, mixing with the steady stream of tears.

André trod over, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned. He had a fleece blanket bundled up in his arms and he began to wrap it around you, gently sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeated over and over again. He gently took your shoes off and pulled you into his lap.

“I’m here for you, I’m always here for you. It’s going to be okay.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as you leaned against his chest. You were going to be okay.

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[love-and-anarchy-au]

Love & Anarchy: Chapter 16

happy wednesday, loves! i’m officially on holidays yeeeyyy! now i’ll have much more time for writing so you shall expect three chapters a week, ocasionally ;) having said that, i have nothing else to say xd im having such weird feelings bout everything, so im not able to explain anything bout this chapter lol. hope you enjoy this small chapter <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

16 years old Alec

    “Ready?”

    “Always.”

    They interlocked their elbows and walked through the streets,without knowing where they were going, as humanity itself.

    The streets of Gatlon City were narrow, at least the ones that were secondary. The avenues, however, weren't very wide either. They were wet concrete roads, populated by metallic and noisy animals, like the city itself. Gatlon City was a living being from which columns of smoke and putrid smells rose every day. The buildings were modern, as they had been built on top of old buildings; public transport was rampant and the bases of the constructions, ninety percent of the time, were small bars. Alexandra and Alec loved bars hidden in alleys or, better, underground bars. Alexandra was one of the few people who knew where those bars were, thanks to her spiders.

    Alexandra was anarchic. She drank beer, vodka, even whiskey, despite being only fifteen years old (she said that the rate of alcoholism in minors was much higher in Latin America and that she was no point of comparison). At the time, she was wearing a pair of leather shoes and a black cotton suit, which was huge because, like most of her clothes, it had belonged to one of her mother's clients before it belonged to her. Her eyes were perfectly eyelined and her lips were covered in a blood-red gloss. Her bull-like nose piercing was a signature touch of hers, along with her cherry lollipops, honey eyes, close-cropped hair, and out-of-control laugh.

    Alexandra was gorgeous.

    Almost opposite to Julieta.

    But identical to her.

    They  both were brave like nobody else.

    And that was what Alec admired the most.

    Still, Alexandra dressed the way she dressed to provoke people. She liked to blow things up, people included. She dressed extremely formal for PE or wore her low-cut dresses when they went to school, which had a strict dress code (that's why Alexandra lived in detention). Regardless, her style always embraced punk and grunge, which she loved the most in the world.

     “Where are we going?” Alec asked, though he was aware that not even Alexandra was sure of the answer.

     “To the unknown,” she replied. “To the future.”

     Alexandra squeezed Alec's elbow tightly and began to run, like she never ran in PE classes. People looked at them, judged them as they passed; they were just another couple of drunk teenagers in love. However, Alec didn't drink and Alexandra wasn’t drunk yet, so part of the people's judgment was wrong.

   As always.

   Alec laughed heartily, for no other reason than the fact he was happy to be alive, to be together with  a human being like that, to be able to love someone with such intensity and to be loved too. He was wanted , he was loved, he was, he was, he was. He could love, he could wish, he could be himself with others, especially with the girl who ran beside him because he knew  she would never lie to him and that she knew him and he knew her and she was...

    “You are pure light, Alessandra Onitraze,” Alec whispered in Alexandra's ear, when they pulled into an alley to refill for their laughter.

    Alexandra drew a semi-suppressed smile, her lips were posing strangely, making them look like a pout, although Alec knew that was her most genuine smile.

    “Ti amo anch'io, Alec Artino,” Alexandra replied, also in a powerful whisper. Alexandra wrapped her arms around Alec's neck, placed her hands under his skull (to support it) and kissed the boy's lips without warning, passionately. Alec didn't move, didn't say anything; they had never kissed in their entire relationship, because Alec wasn't ready, and even though he thought he was ready at the time, it was a lie. His lips rejected Alexandra's as positives rejected positives, and negatives rejected negatives. However, he let Alexandra kiss his lips, without pain nor glory.

    Alexandra pulled her lips away from Alec's.

    “I’m-I’m...sorry,” Alexandra apologized, her chin up, her eyes ashamed.

    “It’s okay, but please don’t do it again” Alec said, a bit embarrassed because he felt like he shouldn’t feel like that and there he was, asking for his girlfriend not to kiss him. Alexandra’s smile disappeared slowly, and her expression became uncomfortable, guilty.

    “Come on,” she said, when she walked away from Alec and the alley. “I know a good place to drink and chat properly.”

    Alec nodded and followed his beloved's path through the streets of Gatlon City. That weird feeling of putting boundaries went away when they arrived at the place Alexandra had guided them. The night was alive, alive, alive. They were alive, alive, alive. Alec couldn't believe that he existed, that he was loved, that he could love.

     It seemed like a dream, one that Alec didn't want to end.

     But it would have to end, eventually.

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    “Where have you been?”

    David blushed.

    It was past  two in the morning. Alec was sitting, his white shirt unbuttoned and a cup of cold coffee in his hand (he had made it when he got to the apartment and had not even taken a sip from it). Alec was sitting in the starkest gloom, fraying and analyzing the memories of that night (all the drinks Alexandra drank, all the times Alexandra apologized, all the repulsion that being kissed generated in him, the family-size pizza they ate, the lump in his throat that prevented him from eating most of dinner, the awkward silences between them, Alexandra’s visible guilt among them). Just when Alec was mesmerized, fiddling with his hair and stirring the coffee automatically with a spoon, the boy heard the sound of tin keys hitting the lock, and the door opened to make way for his older brother, David.

    David was dressed very smartly, and not in his usual dusty or beige colors. He had even combed his hair to the side. Alec arched an eyebrow, dismissive but disinterested. He took a sip of the iced coffee and suppressed a grimace at how disgusting the coffee was as his gaze swept his brother's unusual appearance.

    Since they had moved to Gatlon, they had drifted apart on astronomical levels, with the occasional approach consisting of a 'hello', 'good night' or 'good morning'. David had his friends, his job, his life. Alec had his friends, who were his life, and nothing else. Although David had tried to get close to Alec  again, and vice versa, they were never ever there for each other when they needed it the most.

    Never.

    And that generated very deep marks, the kind that are indelible and are marked with fire and ink in the depths of the soul, the kind that eat away at you until you eat all your love for the other person and leave only memories impregnated with resentment.

    They did not have a good relationship, after everything that had happened.

    Anyways...

    “I met someone,” David replied, hanging his jacket (his father's, actually) on the coat rack near the door, which had been pulled from a trash can. Alec remembered once delusionally asking his father for that same jacket and earning himself a beating. Those kinds of memories were as sweet as his coffee.

    He also wanted to dump them down the drain.

    “Who?” Alec insisted, bordering on impatience. Alec wasn't sure why he was so irritated. Maybe because he felt bad about not wanting to kiss his girlfriend. Perhaps because he loved her too much and was afraid of letting her down. Maybe because his brother was a selfish jerk. Maybe he was just angry because he wanted to be. Maybe his powers needed to explode and were manifesting in him that way.

    He wanted to grunt.

    He wanted to scream.

    He wanted to explode.

    Why had his damn brother had to come back?

    “Her name’s Tala Bulan,” David said, flatly. His voice sounded like a syrup jar about to overflow. A smile never used in front of Alec, spread across his older brother's face.

    Disgusting.

    Alec sighed, exasperated. One voice in his head was asking him to calm down, the other was encouraging him to explode. Alec came to a halt, his heart pounding like a bomb. He went into the kitchen, which was two steps from the grimy chair, and leaned against the wooden counter next to the sink, with his back to his brother.

    “That’s all that you have to say? Will you ever give details, David?” Alec complained, following the advice of that harsh and insistent voice; but then he listened to the soft and loving voice to reconsider and affirm: “Whatever, I don't care and it's not my business.”

    “Are you dating someone, brother?” David asked, genuine confusion dripping from his voice. He was more lost than humanity itself.

    Alec snorted and responded with tons of sarcasm. If he was already run out of patience for no apparent reason, his brother had exhausted the reserves he didn't know he had.

    His coffee cup smashed on the metal of the sink, just because of his mind and his fury. How could a person be so self-centered, so distracted, so…?

    Agh!

    “Of course not, I just like to go out late at night on my own and dressed in my best clothes. Of course I'm not seeing anyone!” Alec replied, spitting out the words, throwing them like knives. He left the mug there, not bothering to clean the ceramic pieces and headed for his room, a time bomb on his chest.

     David nodded. He was as capable of recognizing that he was an idiot as he was of recognizing sarcasm when he heard it. In other words, he was completely incapable.

     Alec huffed, pissed off, and stomped the floor, a highly unseemly act of him. In the sink, Alec sensed the remains of the cup and smashed it further, making sure to produce an awful noise. David didn't even flinch, just looked for another cup in the cupboard. Alec growled audibly, he was furious and didn't know why, he was furious and he needed to break something else.

     What is wrong with me? Is it because of Alexandra? he asked himself.

     I don't know.

     Alec screamed, frustrated by the answer he had been given, and fell to his knees to the ground, frantically tugging at his wavy hair. He pulled out a couple of hairs and his vision clouded with a smoldering darkness like embers, spreading like black ink, threatening to reach his mind and corrupt it. That danger caused by Alec himself, added to the fury that was already splitting his soul, ignited the trigger of the boy's powers.

     Once again, the building at Drain Way and Southwest 435, shook, as it has shaken since the Artinos moved there. The floor tilted to one side and the other, the walls moved as if they were made of jelly, the chair bounced as if the floor were a trampoline and the only thing that was still inside the shaking, was Alec himself, who kept his eyes closed.

     “Alec!” exclaimed David, now alarmed and (moderately) aware of what was happening to his brother. He approached him  with difficulty and knelt to rest one of his hands on his shoulder, trying to help him. It was helpful, as it brought him back to reality, stopping the shaking and leaving the hammering of his heart as the only noise.

     Calm down, calm down, calm down.

     Alec took one, two, three, ten deep breaths until he was mostly calm. He opened his eyes, plunged into his brother's, and tried not to drown. He swallowed hard, looked away, and said nothing. He squatted uncomfortably, clasped his palms close to his face and closed his eyes again, searching for wisdom.

      What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

      The answer was not visible in his mind, so perhaps it was not the right question. He felt how David gave him space, left him alone, and went back to his business. The visible problem (the shaking) was already solved and that was what mattered to his brother, not if Alec had already found what he was looking for. The boy rephrased the question, made it more demanding.

      What must I do?

      The answer showed itself before Alec's consciousness, as if drawn by his telekinesis.

      He shall speak to Alexandra.

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Vibe i miss: sitting at the gas station in my tiny town at 4:00 am every day before school. I sit in an uncomfortable booth im the station’s laundromat. hunched over a thermos of black coffee and my laptop. I’m wearing a flannel and tight jeans. The appearance of comfort, but it mostly wasn’t. I sipped my coffee and listened to loud music through my headphones while scrolling through tumblr. My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Styx. When I finished my coffee, I’d walk through the dark video casino to the bathroom to put on my thick, sharp, winged eyeliner, and sometimes some lipstick. If I was hungry, I’d go buy some cherry trail mix. If I was tired, I’d buy a Nos. On rare occasions, I’d treat myself to hot cheetos or blueberry muffins. The sun is rising behind me when I return to my seat. The laundromat turns blue, then purple, then pink, then orange and finally yellow. Sometimes I’d take pictures. I hated my town, but damn, the beauty of the sunrise in the Black Hills of South Dakota was always, always breathtaking. I’d sit like this for hours. At 7:25, I’d fold up my laptop and refill my heavy backpack. In the Hills, you need a jacket in the morning, no matter the season. I’d zip up hoodie or winter coat. Music was still blasting through my headphones as I left the Get ‘n’ Go to walk four blocks to school. I loved school. My home life wasn’t great, but my tiny class of 29 students was pretty tight knit. My teachers believed in my potential, and I regard them as beloved authority figures. Of course, I had my closest friends, Sadie, Maddie, and my little brother Nathan. I felt a cocktail of love and dread as I walked toward the building in the brisk morning. I didn’t know if I was gonna make it. But maybe, as my senior quote and iconic My Chem music video intoduction state, maybe, I didn’t wanna make it. I just wanna...

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Thinking about going plastic-free? This eco warrior&#039;s daily diary is all the inspo you need

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Thinking about going plastic-free? This eco warrior's daily diary is all the inspo you need

If you care about the planet but have no idea how to help, you’re not alone.

New research from SodaStream revealed that 95% of Brits now believe they can personally make a difference to the plight of the planet, compared to just 36% in March 2017. Despite this, 6.2 million still haven’t made any effort to reduce their single-use plastic intake.

Legal & General Investment Management’s ‘Own Your World’ campaign reveals an impressive nine out of ten (92%) of the 18 to 55 year-olds surveyed said that minimising their impact on the environment is important, with 27% of under 35s saying it is *very* important.

Over half have pledged to buy less plastic bottles than this time last year and one third carry a reusable water bottle daily – in a bid to reduce the 19.2 million disposable bottles dumped in landfill every day *gasps*. We’re not just bottling it, as 79% are cutting down on supermarket 5p bags and half are saying no to plastic straws.

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So if you’re hoping to jump on the plastic-free bandwagon, we’ve enlisted eco campaigner and zero waste advocate, Kate Arnell, to share a day in her plastic-free life in the hope that it will inspire you to do the same.

Plastic Free Guide

9 am – I enjoy reading a chapter or two of a book with a cup of coffee in bed for an hour. I work from home so I’m lucky I can set my own schedule. I brush my teeth using my wooden toothbrush and use a sprinkle of bicarbonate of soda bought from bulk (loose!) instead of toothpaste.

9:15 am – Breakfast time! I either have a bowl of organic oats with full fat organic milk that is delivered by my milkman in returnable glass bottles, or two organic fried eggs on toast. And I love coffee, so I buy the beans loose and grind them in my blender and enjoy a french press. No wasteful coffee pods!

11am – Shower up. I know, I have a weird routine, but I like showering mid-morning! I use a bar of soap instead of shower gel, a reusable stainless steel safety razor to shave and a shampoo bar to wash my hair. I’m obsessed with Beauty Kubes at the moment – plastic-free shampoo “kubes” that are made in Cornwall and work so well! To condition my hair I rinse with diluted apple cider vinegar… I know it sounds really hippie and I never thought I’d be someone who uses vinegar on my hair, but it works.

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For deodorant I pat on some bicarbonate of soda. Some people have a reaction to this, like my husband, so he uses a bicarb-free deodorant that we buy in a compostable cardboard tube by Meow Meow Tweet. I also use an organic body butter that comes in a compostable cardboard container. Some people love to DIY their own beauty products – I’ve tried but it’s not my skill set, so instead, I use a few simple kitchen cupboard swaps and buy the rest. Acalaonline.com is a new site selling plastic-free beauty, which I love.

Makeup was one of the hardest things to find low-waste or plastic-free. I started out by simplifying and considered what I truly need: foundation, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and bronzer. I managed to find an eye kohl by Fat & The Moon that works as both a mascara and an eyeliner and comes in a recyclable metal tin. I love it when a product is multi-purpose! The foundation I use is non-toxic and comes in a metal tin and I use cocoa powder as a bronzer, which I buy from bulk. The only product that comes with a bit of plastic is the lipstick I use but so far, I can’t find an alternative and only use it when I’m filming or at events. I look for brands that use a lot of organic ingredients and minimal plastic-free packaging.

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11:30am – At this point, I’ll either continue with some work at the computer or sit down to film a video for my YouTube channel. I used to work as a TV presenter but after 10 years, work was getting scarce and I had recently discovered the Zero Waste Lifestyle. I wanted to share my experience via YouTube, especially as there weren’t many people in the UK talking about it a few years ago.

1:30pm – Lunch time. I eat something at home most days, and usually rustle up a stir fry using leftover chicken and veggies or some other random concoction. If I’m out and about, I always carry a small reusable cloth bag with me and can easily find an unpackaged sandwich to go straight in from a bakery or deli. And yes, I eat meat. I was vegetarian for 13 years and it made me really ill. The more I read about meat, the more I appreciate the crucial role animals play in regenerating our environment, fighting climate change and nourishing our bodies. Not all meat is created equal, so I only buy local, organic meat, unpackaged!

Sometimes I’ll catch up with a friend for lunch and we’ll go to a nearby café. When eating out, I request no straw in my drink and return the unused paper napkin to the waiter to reuse – I don’t need it.

3pm – I shop for groceries once a week and then top up with store cupboard staples once every few weeks. If I’m doing the weekly shop, I take a few reusable metal tins with me and some cloth bags and an empty egg carton and walk 10 minutes to a local shop, where all of their produce is organic and loose. The butcher puts any meat straight into the containers (and deducts the weight of the container!), and I use cloth bags for bread and soft items like tomatoes and berries, but everything else just goes loose into the basket and then I carry it home in my larger reusable bags.

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If I’m stocking up on dry goods, I’ll visit one of the many bulk shops popping up across the country. London now has several locations to shop plastic-free (there’s a list on my blog!). I can also get beer, wine and oil refills, too. I simply weigh the containers and the shop deducts the weight at the checkout. Sounds odd, I know, but I’ve been grocery shopping this way for five years now and it feels totally normal.

My weekly grocery shop takes 30 minutes, including walking, but for those who are really stuck for time, there are now online stores now selling dry goods without plastic, try plasticfreepantry.co.uk or zero-waste-club.com and for veggies, the organicdeliverycompany.co.uk has a plastic-free veg box delivery.

4:30pm – Time for a cuppa! I make tea using loose leaf and a reusable metal tea ball strainer – a bit like a tea bag but reusable and no plastic. Yep, most teabags still contain plastic!

6:30pm – Let’s get cooking! Before adopting a Zero Waste Lifestyle, I wasn’t a fan of cooking. Now, I LOVE it. In the early days, it was difficult to find things like pasta from bulk, so I learned to make my own. Now it’s really easy to find, so I buy it loose, but I’m pleased I learned a new skill. I mostly buy British produce, so it’s seasonal and I just go with the flow in the kitchen. I rarely follow recipes, except when I’m making bread pudding (from leftover bread), homemade custard or homemade tortillas as I need a recipe for those.

We compost food scraps in our small worm bin on the balcony but some things like citrus peels, cooked meat and fats cannot go in there so for now, those get thrown away in a small paper bag. I’m constantly bothering my council to start offering a food waste collection service and they have just started to trial it in a small area. Fingers crossed it comes our way soon.

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7:30pm – My husband and I are real foodies and enjoy a good chat over our evening meal. To drink, we’ll either enjoy a bit of organic wine (from a refill) or a glass of sparkling water from my SodaStream Crystal, which comes with a glass bottle and turns tap water into sparkling in a few seconds. The gas canisters are returnable, too.

10pm – I’m definitely a night owl, and if I have a deadline, I will happily start working on it from 10pm until 2am. I’ve tried to fight it for years, but have come to realise I am most productive and efficient working at night. My husband is the complete opposite, so I try to go to bed early with him most nights. He’s been really great at embracing the Zero Waste Lifestyle, although his initial reaction was, “I’m going to fight you on this” when I tried to take away his beloved cleaning products and replace them with vinegar and reusable cloth rags! Since then, he’s seen the benefits: improved health and spending less (especially on cleaning products!) and he’s realised just how unnecessary and destructive plastic has become.

He’s now the first to start talking about it when people ask about zero waste and friends now send him pictures of their reusable coffee cups. If I had any advice for encouraging friends and family to start reducing plastic, it’s this: don’t preach and lead by example. Guilting people into doing something is the worst. Make it fun, laugh when things go wrong and leave perfection at the door. You do you, and hopefully others will feel inspired.

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