#maybe mom was right when she told me that this was a form of escapism

[tarjapearce]

Grandma's Visit.

Warnings: Drama, mild angst, Strained Relationships. Comfort towards the end. No proofread

Summary: Conchata wants to meet Benji.

A/N: There might not be updates, but have this little piece as an offer :')

Hey

Gabriel's leg bounced as the main door was closed, a bit of a slam on it. His hands immediately fetched his phone.

Migue

Busy right now.

Drop that shit and listen

?? ¿Qué pasó?  (What's wrong?)

Mamá va para allá, cabrón.

The fuck you mean she's on her way? Did you tell her where do I live?

Miguel, it's mom we're talking about.

The eldest O'Hara sighed and raked a hand over his hair. He was definitely not prepared for what laid ahead.

She wants to meet Benjamin.

Miguel's body tensed as his muscles flexed so tightly, one would think he'd break. And it wasn't far from the truth.

Conchata. Or Connie for her friends, was the ever annoying stone on his shoes. Miguel had refused to have her in his wedding. Not out of spite, rather for the  notion he had of his beloved progenitor. He knew that trouble followed her everywhere and if it wasn't following her like an overly attached stalker, is cause she was the problem itself.

Conchata was anything but easy to be around. And things had gone even more acrid after the wedding. Miguel never told you about the fourty five minute call she made him just to say how much of a bad son he was for not inviting her over.

But Miguel knew better, if he'd had her, she'd either complain about everything, ruining the mood for everyone. Or she'd start making snide comments on you and he'd get pissed, some drama would ensue causing an even bigger and jagged rift between them and his wedding would be ruined.

"Hey"

Your gentle and soft touch grounded him, anchored his mind back to his body, as his attention snapped back at you.

"You ok?"

His eyes felt tired and heavy. Unable to meet your gaze completely.

"I'll be."

You cradled him in your arms and kissed the top of his forehead. The touch alone melted him. His own arms embracing your shorter form, that somehow did the perfect work of comforting him and ease his thoughts. But when it came to his mother, little good things came out from it.

"My... eh-" He cleared his throat, "My mother is coming for a visit"

Oh...

"What she could possibly want after so many years?"

"Meet Benjamin."

Even though his words seemed simple, the clenching of his fists until his knuckles turned white, only dictated it was far from being that. Miguel didn't fear his mother, but feared and hated the words that could possibly escape her mouth when things weren't her way.

His wellbeing would be the sacrifice for the visit, cause he'd do anything possible to avoid you or his children get hurt.

"I swear, if she says or does something stupid-"

"Mi reina, let me handle her, ok?"

Your lips pursed and your brows deepened in a soft furrow.

"I won't hesitate-"

"I know. But please. Just, let me, ok?"

Both of you knew that things weren't going to be easy, his distress was obvious, he knew you'd step in if necessary, but he had to face her, it was more like a closure for him than anything. His baby boy wouldn't suffer the dooming and cursing words she gave him so many years ago. Words he learned to loathe as he grew up.

"Alright."

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Maybe Gabriel's heads up was a false alarm, because nearly a week had gone by. A week of pent up stress and anxiety from both sides. And you could tell from Miguel's demeanor changing.

Even though being loving and a great father remained on the top list, you knew better than that. He'd been found asleep in his office after dinner, or would shut out himself for some little minutes. You'd give him space, and when he needed you, he'd always know where to find you.

He didn't even required to say 'I need you' cause you knew. His body language over the years had been a great subject of study, specially when it came to anxiety and other negatives that always switched on whenever his mother popped up in a conversation, or when something didn't sit right in his gut.

He'd pace, pick at the skin around his nails hard enough to draw blood, chew at the insides of his cheek, drink alot of more coffee to keep himself awake, grumpier than usual, irritated, short replies for everything outside his beloved family.

With you he'd be clingier than usual, he'd spoil Gabi over to avoid thinking too much. He'd pour himself into being that amazing and loving parent he never had, but at night, he'd just hold you until he fell asleep. He'd clutch onto you so tightly that sometimes you'd have little bruises, barely visible ones, in the places he'd hold.

Your comfort skills poured into his preferred love language. Physical touch. You'd play with his hair until he fell asleep, a little purr coming from him before giving into sleep, you'd caress his back in soothing circles, letting the steady beating of your heart lull him to calm.

You'd kiss his face, showering him in affection, as if with every kiss a bit of his worries would go away.

The knock on the main door however interrupted his train of thoughts. You had gone to the supermarket to get some stuff you had forgotten for dinner. Relief washing over him as you now we're home, or so he innocently had thought. All air was caught in his throat upon seeing none other than Conchata on the front door.

Even for her age, Conchata had some beauty reserved. Her skin tone same as Miguel's, soft curls that lingered above her shoulders, deep brown eyes that if one looked close enough, would see the deep red in them. Tall and seizing him with a look he also learned to master.

A scowl disguised as a smile.

"Miguel. "

"Mamá."

A too common and long pleasantries shared between the both.

She hasn't aged much.

Miguel's mind chanted.

"You're gonna let me in to meet my grandson, or what?"

A bushy brow of his quirked, blasé and bored, but he stepped aside. His whole frame had curbed her for long enough.

Here we go

Her scrutinizing gaze was unstoppable against the nakedness of his home. Her eyes raked in every little detail out of place, loading her verbal ammo with it.

"Where is the baby?"

"Asleep."

Monotone and monosyllabic answers that matched his expression was all she could pry from him. It was ridiculous the amount of pictures you seemed to have about Gabriella. She saw her when she was two, then six. Staying in Miguel’s life wasn't something she actually liked to partake on. Too busy with her own demons and new boyfriends to care.

Why would she? He was already a grown ass man.

A man that refused to have her at his own wedding. A past resentment that has lasted over the years and her own mind had been feeding the fester inside her heart. It didn't help you had one of the wedding pictures scattered around the living room.

The few proofs she  needed to see, to know she wasn't welcome, but knowing her son had his own now, was another excuse to see what kind of man and father Miguel had turned out to be.

His arms crossed on his chest as she sat down in one of the seats in the couch.

"Come."

"I'm fine here, thanks."

"I'm trying to be civil. The least you can do is obey your mother for once."

"Why you came?"

"I told you. I need to see my grandson."

"Whatever for?"

Her eyes hardened at his words, but a sigh escaped her lips.

"God, you're so like your father. Always mistrusting people."

"You need to leave."

Hearing her say such curse, made his heart beat even faster. Hands clenched tightly at his sides. Eyes away from her, like if the mere sight of her brought back so many unpleasantness he had fought hard to work them through.

"I won't leave until your... woman shows up and throws me away."

"She will."

"Of course she will. You're not man enough. Just look at this place. A mess."

"And?"

Miguel knew that paying and baiting into her games, would only hinder so. many years of progress he had done on his own. But would also mean to give her the attention she desperately seeked, even if it meant to do it the wrong way.

"What do you mean, and?! What does she does around all day?" Conchata huffed, " In my times the wife was the one that kept everything in check. I've seen nothing but a mess so far."

"Sorry for that."

Your tired and irked voice echoed from the kitchen's door. Miguel gave you a little smirk.

"Have been busy being a real mother this whole time. Miguel, mi amor can you defrost some vegetables, please?"

"Sure do. Found everything?"

You both were purposely ignoring her. A silent yet powerful statement.

You have no power here.

Conchata's eyes set like stone into you. How dared a tiny flea like yourself to speak to her in such way?. And even worse, how could his son be lenient in allowing you to be disrespectful towards her?

You had entered quietly, the heavy and draining aura could be felt even from outside. You had told Gabi to wait outside and rearrange the groceries in the meantime.

" Oh, I didn't know you had returned."

Your name rolling off her tongue felt wrong.

" It's my house too."

"Ah, of course. You didn't do a pre-nup. Te va a dejar en la calle, Miguel." (She'll leave you bare)

Conchata's gaze never left you, it only turned even more intense as her pupils followed you every step.

"I came here to meet my grandson. Where is Gabriella? "

Said precious child helped you to get the bags from your car, while Conchata opened her arms for Gabi to cuddle her. But everything that came out was her hiding behind you, while looking between you and her, as if asking permission.

"Do you want to greet grandma, baby?"

Gabi only recoiled back, hiding further from you.

"Guess not."

You shrugged and instructed Gabi to go to her room, your eldest baby ignored her grandma.

"Muy chistosa tu mujer, enseñándole a mis nietos a irrespetarme ." (Your woman is so funny by teaching my grandkids to disrespect me.)

Miguel had to roll his eyes and stare at her boringly as he pulled out the vegetables and put them to thaw while you clenched your jaw by the sudden resented babbling that came from your mother in law.

"Where is Benjamin? I came here to see him. And I'm sure you'd love to have me here again."

"He'll be up in a minute. Would you like a a glass of water?"

Miguel offered but Conchata was already set in making you as uncomfortable as possible. And when Benjamin was brought in, rubbing his sleepy and baby face, looking for you, Conchata stood and took Benji from Miguel's arms. Holding him with such disingenuous affection it made Benji to reach for Miguel instantly.

You tensed, and so did Benjamin as Conchata admired him. If it wasn't for the skin tone matching Miguel’s, one would think that Benjamin wasn't his. Benjamin had your curls. And not Miguel's soft waves. Benjamin was the splitting image of you with a bit of Miguel's DNA painted in a few selected places. Like his eyes and height.

"I'm actually surprised you managed to pop out his children. Miguel is... big. Got it from his father."

"Didn't care much about that, ma'am."

"No se parece en nada a ti, Miguel. ¿Estás seguro que es tu hijo?" (He doesn't look like you. Are you sure he's your son?)

You didn't know what infuriated you more. The fact that she hinted that Benjamin wasn't his, a shallow and not so subtle hint at Miguel's past, or the pleased smirk her mouth turned into after spilling out the venom and seeing Miguel's discomfit grow.

Some people couldn't be helped. And Conchata truly couldn't help but love hurting her son. But you weren't having it. Not when Miguel's eyes turned away from her, not in hurt but in such anger that even you knew things wouldn't end up good for neither. And still, he regarded her with uninterested eyes.

His lack of engagement at her taunts, made her even more lashing. Like a little child that refused to have her whims met.

Even worse when Benjamin started to fuss and reach for him with a nervous cry. Even he felt odd and icky around her. You took Benjamin from her, cooing and soothing him, but he wanted Miguel. Who gladly took his precious baby, away from Connie. Inspecting him for any damage to finally kiss the top of his forehead, reassuringly.

You're safe.

"Si ya terminó de incomodarnos, creo que se puede ir, señora." (If you're done making us uncomfortable, you may go, ma'am.)

Her eyes widened at your spanish. It was clear that you had understood everything she had said, but were wise enough to not lose your temper, yet you fought back.

"Remind me to never visit you again, please."

"As if you ever do that. And no, it's not an invitation."

"Escúchame bien, chamaco ingrato-" (Listen to me you ungrateful brat)

"Ma'am."

You weren't one for yelling, but your voice was firm enough to have three pair of eyes set on you, Benjamin's fussing stopped. Conchata's lips turned into a scowl at your words.

"Thanks for your visit."

"You know, you could've settled for something better-"

"Así estoy bien, gracias. Now, if you excuse us, We've got dinner to make. The door is right there." (Im just fine. Thanks)

She left with a slam that had Benjamin cry out of the jumpscare.

Miguel hushed and rubbed his baby's back in little circles to keep him calm before giving his pacifier.

" You ok? "

Your hand squeezed Miguel's for a moment while he kissed your temple gratefully.

" Yeah. She's gone. That's why exactly I didn't invite her to the wedding or meeting you."

"It's alright. God... she's-"

"Annoying. I know. Sorry you had to hear all that."

"Nah. I'm glad you taught me cause, damn... Her face upon hearing me speaking it, was priceless. And just for you to know, I was about to explain how we almost made Benji on the car."

Miguel snorted and nodded, knowing you would. You had each other's back and that wasn't up for discussion.

" Te amo."

You mumbled in his ear before stealing a kiss from his lips.

" También te amo."

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[pandorafairy]

Finders Keepers

Neteyam x Daughter of Quaritch (first person)

Quaritch's daughter on Earth had cancer. As a last resort, she was put into a Avatar body and brought to Pandora. One night, she is sick of being stuck with the RDA and she sneaks out. Deep in the forest, she runs into a Na'vi boy.

Quaritch shoves his weapons into his pack as his squad loads up the helicopter behind him. His new body is somewhat familiar, despite being blue. He still has his scar and lethal eyes. He’s still my dad, even if I refuse to call him that.

My own body is still foreign to me: blue, tall, a tail, perked ears. I miss my human form, even if I was decaying, my body full of cancer. Quaritch found me when I was right on the brink, days away from dying. He told my mom he could help me, put me into an Avatar body like his where I could live longer. My mom was hesitant, she doesn't like Quaritch but she wanted me to have a life so she agreed.

Quaritch was hardly ever around growing up, he was way too career focused. He left my mom to do it all alone. But now, he has this newfound need to be a father. Maybe he feels guilty? Or maybe it's cause we're both blue. I don’t know, but either way he insisted I join him on Pandora since my Na'vi body will have no place on Earth. My mom didn’t want me to go but she had no choice; Quaritch always got his way.

Which means that I never get my way.

I cross my arms and stare at Quaritch. "I want to go with you."

“No,” he says gruffly as he jams his gun into it’s holster, “you’re not allowed out there.”

His voice echoes off the metal walls of the compound. “You can’t expect me to stay holed here!”

“Oh, yes I can.”

“I refuse to spend my life in this metal box!” I yell at him before lifting my mask and taking a puff of air. “It’s not made for me.”

“Your human body wasn’t made for you either, kid.” He doesn’t look at me when he says this but the words sting. I can’t help but think of my frail body and bald head. Quaritch turns and marches off towards the rest of his squad. I wish he would just let me out but he's so paranoid about the local Na'vi. He says they're dangerous.

"I'm going insane here!" I scream after him. He doesn't turn around as he disappears around the corner. God, sometimes I wish I had just stayed on Earth. Even if I had cancer, it's better than being here. At least there I had mom and friends. All I have here is a metal box, guns, robots, and psycho military freaks.

Speaking of, a group of them walk past me. Their camo uniforms are the only ounce of color in this place. They don't spare me a look as they pass but I know they see me. No one here dares to look at me. Maybe they're uncomfortable with my Avatar body? Maybe because Quaritch is my dad?

"UGH!" I scream, letting my frustration out. A few scientist looking people in white lab coats look in confusion. I stick my tongue out at them and take another inhale from my mask.

The thought of returning back to my small, windowless room, is enough to make me want to throw up. The hospital was better than this. My mom promised me it would be amazing here: the nature, the culture, the time with my dad (she forgot to mention that Quaritch happens to be an insane overprotective workaholic.)

I take a few steps towards my room before stopping. A few workers nearly ram into me. They step hastily over my tail, adjusting their hard hats before scurrying down the hall. Everyone here thinks I'm different. A freak.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the steel walls. A strange blue figure stares back out me. I recognize the brown tank top and cut off shorts. But the swishing of a tail and the perk of ears; are still foreign. How can I ever know or even enjoy my new body if I'm forever trapped in here?

That's it. I'm going out. Screw whatever Quaritch has to say. I back track, immediately plotting the best way to escape the compound. Which soldiers to avoid, which ones I can bribe, and the best way to leave without a trace.

Quaritch might be furiouse but hey, he should've let me tag along.

~~~

Sneaking out was easier than I originally thought. I scuttle through an underground tunnel that the work cars use to get into the forest. I stay close to the walls, using my new sense of hearing to make sure no one is coming.

And of course, no one does. There probably isn’t a single person in this place that would notice if I went missing except Quaritch. I shove all those thoughts out my mind as I reach the end of the tunnel. Moonlight streams in from the end of it like a sigil of freedom.

My heart lurches in my chest. Finally, I can go outside. I take my mask off and tuck it into the waistband of my shorts. Chitters from animals I don’t recognize float through the tunnel.

I pause as I reach the archway that leads out into the night. The ground looks so soft, covered in greenery and plush plants. The trees are huge, they loom in front of me, making my heart soar. I haven’t been excited about something in so long.

I take one cautious step out, partially expecting for an alarm to go off. But nothing happens. I let a breath of relief followed by a little laugh. I’m outside!

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, smelling the freshness, pines, and the hint of something sweet that fills the Pandora air.

I open my eyes and take off into the forest. My eyes adjust naturally to the darker night and the two moons illuminate the path between trees. All the plants glow brightly and some even twirl as I pass by. All that time, I've been cooped up and missing all of this.

Animals call to each other as they swing through the trees. None of them approach me, they just swing by, seeing me as part of their ecosystem. A smile forms on my face as I keep running. I don’t think of anything. I just let myself enjoy this freedom, enjoy finally feeling at home in my new body

After awhile, I stop to catch my breath. My new body is filled with peace and serenity being in my rightful environment. I place my hand on a nearby tree and close my eyes. Maybe Pandora isn’t so bad.

I walk around the tree and halt, my breathe flying out of me. It’s a small clearing, covered completely by the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Long petals, all of them shining, some of them twirling slowly. A sweet aroma envelopes me. “Oh,” I gasp as I step slowly into the flower garden.

My mom would love these. She brought me tons of flowers when I was sick. My heart bangs at the sudden thought of her, alone in our small apartment. I reach forward and grasp a petal between my fingertips. It’s soft, much softer than I’d expected.

I think I could stay here forever and just get in lost in the beauty of it all. I mean, this is what my dad has kept me from? What is he so afraid of? I haven’t even seen a sign of the Na’vi…

“Bro, will you please just chill?” A voice cracks through the trees. I go rigid. It’s a boy’s voice. Young and adventurous. And definitely Na’vi. Great.

My hand shake nervously. I inch slowly to the ground before shuffling to the nearest tree where I stand and push myself flat against it, praying he won’t come this way.

“We need to go home,” another voice says, a more mature one, “it is past eclipse and dad will skin us.”

The voices sound like they're coming from my left but I don't dare to peek around the tree.

"Your such a wuss," the younger boy snaps. The voice is getting closer. My blood runs cold. I curse myself for never listening to Quaritch's lessons on how to fight.

Leaves rustle as the boys move closer to me. Please, please let them just walk by, I pray as I squeeze my hands together.

A branch snaps, piercing the air, followed by a loud smack and laughter.

"Ow," the younger voice cries, "Bro!" More laughter fills the air, presumably the older one. They must be brothers.

"You know bro," the young one starts, "I'll just do it anyway." The ground vibrates as footsteps sprint towards me. I go completely still.

The footsteps grow louder as the boy comes closer. I try not to think or breathe. There's a loud crashing from the other side of the tree. The boy runs through, sending a gust of air towards me. He didn't see me from my hiding spot.

I let out a breath of relief before patting the tree as though to say thank you. A moment of silence passes. My heart rate begins to slow. I take a few deep breaths. God, that was close.

I'm about to move away from the tree when a sharp spear shoves me back against the rough bark. A shocked gasp escapes my lips.

A boy stands before me, his fingers grasping the weapon and his amber eyes blazing. He's wearing a loincloth and woven headband where his ears lay flat against his skull. His lips are turned downward into a dangerous scowl.

My heart is banging against my chest. Quaritch was right. I shouldn't have come out here. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

Suddenly, my neck stings. I let out a hiss as blood trickles down my neck. He just cut me! The boy doesn't say anything as he pushes his spear harder against my skin.

Fear races through my body. I don't want to die like this. I inhale sharply, ignoring the pain in my neck. "Please," I whisper as I slowly lift my hands up, "I don't mean any harm. I was just looking at the flowers."

A flicker crosses the boy's eyes but it's gone in an instant.

"I just wanted to see the beauty of the forest," I continue, my hands shaking.

The boy lifts his head slightly. His pupils widen as he studies my face. His eyes trail the line of my tanktop and shorts in disgust. Evidence of skypeople.

At least if I die, it will be in this amazing forest.

The boy goes still and he tilts his head as if he sees something in my expression. I meet his gaze, hoping to seem brave when a jolt runs through me. It feels like I've been electrocuted. His eyes light in surprise.

"Neteyam!" The younger voice calls from further in the forest. "Bro, let's go!"

Neteyam. He doesn't look away from my eyes. My body begins to feel warm and calm, despite the spear being held to my throat. It's like my body recognizes him. Like we've meet him before. His tail swishes slowly behind him.

"I'm for real!" The voice is louder. He's headed this way.

The boy, Neteyam, quickly shoves his spear away and takes a step back. I should feel relieved that the weapon is away but all I feel is the empty space where he once stood.

He shakes his head briskly, like he's trying to clear his mind.

"Dude," the young voice yells again, but I can hardly hear over the ringing in my ears, "dad is for sure gonna skin us now."

Neteyam looks towards the sound of his brother's voice. My tail flicks behind me, an instinctive movement I've never done before.

Neteyam turns his head towards me. "If you like these flowers," he says softly, "you'll like the ones under the Hallelujah Mountains."

He runs off into the forest before I have a chance to reply. He rustles through the leaves. Then, the low rumble of his voice mixes with his brother's until both of their sounds disappear and I'm alone in the forest.

You'll like the ones under the Hallelujah Mountains. My lips split apart into a grin. The warmth in my stomach is still there, fluttering out to my fingers and toes. Like my body is a magnet, fighting to find him again.

I push off the tree and make my way back to the compound. I should be worrying about sneaking back in or getting caught by Quaritch, but I don't. All I can think about is that boy. Neteyam. Who is he?

I don't even care. All that matters is that I see him again.

~~~

Thank you for reading <3

Ahhh, this was so fun to write!! I thought of this idea when I saw Avatar 2 again yesterday and I was like I have to do it.

I feel like this could be fun as a series?? I don't know, I do a lot of series so maybe this will just be a oneshot. Let me know what you think :)

#neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x oc #avatar fanfiction #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam angst #avatar way of water #atwow neteyam #atwow fanfiction #na'vi quaritch #avatar quaritch #quaritch fanfic #sully family #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine #avatar x reader #pandora #avatar 2022 #x reader

[binniebeams]

The Sweetest Drink

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB Reader

Genre/Rating: Vampire AU, Smut, 18+. MDNI

Summary: Seeing the boost your friend gets after her late night adventures at a certain club, you decided to join her and see what all the fuss is about…

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Club settings, alcohol consumption, sexual conversations, blood, descriptions of feeding (Vampire). NSFW warnings under the cut.

A/N: This is so delayed but hopefully it lives up to any expectations!! Also my app crashed mid editing and formatting so there may be mistakes I missed! I’m so sorry!

Tags: @twisted-tales-of-all @yoonguurt @kwanisms @kpop-stories-21 @stardragongalaxy

NSFW Warnings: Vampire biting/feeding leading to sexual desire, fingering, bloody make-out session, fwb-ish relationship.

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It had only been a few years since the government released the information regarding their acknowledgment of vampires living among humans, following it with new laws and regulations to make living beside each other a safe and harmonious experience. Restaurants had to expand their menus, and grocery stores did not have to partner with blood banks or donation centers to ensure everyone was accommodated appropriately. Those are all wonderful options but once the sun sets and hunger arises, people resort to…less organized or regulated options… Underground clubs started to pop up left and right, causing a quiet stir among the more curious humans. One of them happened to be the very reason you found yourself sitting in front of your mirror and getting ready for a night out.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous to go, I’ve been going for months” Kelly was on a whining spree again as you finished up your eyeliner. She was a regular at the club, forming a feeding pact with some guy she said was named Yeosang if you remember correctly-. A change was definitely noticed in her ever since she started seeing him, from her hair looking better, her skin being clearer, and this air of confidence coming from her every time she walked into a room as if she was commanding attention. You wanted that life so badly, you wanted even an ounce of the power she was oozing… “Oh I don’t know, maybe the idea of someone biting into me and sucking my literal blood out is just a bit nerve-wracking?” Your retort had her rolling her eyes in a playful demeanor as you both slipped your shoes on to head out. Clubs weren't really your thing, you were a homebody, and the idea of a bunch of hot and sweaty strangers grinding on each other just didn’t seem like your cup of tea…But here you were, standing at the door waiting for Kelly to pay your cover and get your hand stamped.

An intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat filled your senses as you made it through the threshold of the building you questioned the structural safety of-. There was no time for trying to distract your mind with small worries like that, you felt yourself getting tugged to the bar where Kelly let out a sort of squeal from seeing her feeding mate “Yeosang!!” Oh boy, here we go, It's time for her to cling to this dude and have heart eyes while leaving you to the wind. “This is Y/N~ That friend I told you I was bringing for Jongho~” Jongho? Who the hell was that? Did she only bring you along to keep some guy company while she escaped off with Yeosang-. “Her? Yeah, I guess she fits his…type” What an ass, what did he mean by that? you were a catch so why did that feel so condescending? He was eyeing you up and down as if he was analyzing you, all the while he had your friend strung up on his arm.

Yeosang pulled out his phone and typed a few things, you could tell it was short and brief from the fact that his volume was on so the sound of his keyboard echoed in your ears when it should have been the blaring music attacking your drums. He didn’t seem to respond to what he had read on the screen, moving his phone to his pocket and whispering something to Kelly as you stood there like a child waiting to hear whatever mom and dad were talking about. You would never get the answer to the questions in your mind, since Kelly had pretty much begged Yeosang to escape away behind the curtain to what you could only assume were private rooms for whatever use seemed to be needed at the time. A roll of your eyes was paired with the sound of her happily being led away and leaving you there at the bar with your almost empty glass and an urge to order some shots.

“Y/N I’m assuming?” The voice that you heard beside you could only be described as blunt but buttery like he almost commanded you to look at him and that's exactly what you did. His eyes pierced into yours as he approached the bar and leaned against it in a way that indicated to you that he had definitely been here before. “And who is asking?” Your voice was laced with a tone of your guard being up, leaving you only to assume this is the ‘friend’ everyone had been mentioning… “Yeosang told me someone was coming and asked me to show you around.” Oh, he’s lying right through his teeth but your judgment was becoming slightly hazy, due to the mix of alcohol and being around him. Jongho could tell you were on edge so he went ahead and ordered a shot for you and waited for you to down it before gesturing for you to follow him. ‘Do you know what this place is for? I’m assuming you do since people don’t just stumble into a place like this”

Did he think you were dumb? Or just blissfully ignorant? If you wern’t so dead set on getting some action tonight, you’d yank your hand away and head to the dance floor. “I sort of have an idea, I just had no idea it was like…this?” There was a pause as you spoke, watching the curtains go past you as he lead you down the hall and your ears were immediately assaulted with sounds of pleasure mixed with pain and subtle cries coming from behind rows of doors. One of which was the threshold you would be stepping through and it was like the world was suddenly so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. “I’m not going to kill you, you don’t have to act like your ready to slap me” Jongho released your hand and moved to sit on the plush looking couch in the room, grabbing the drink menu off the small coffee table and starting to browse through as he left you to make yourself comfortable.

“I just uh, haven’t really done this before…” you slowly warmed up to your environment, deciding to make your way over and sit beside him but still at a reasonable distance to where he couldn’t immediately pounce on you. “I can tell, I’m guessing your friend convinced you, enticed you with what kind of place this was and how you would feel?” How did he know? He hit the nail right in the head-. Kelly would go on non stop about Yeosang and how the interactions felt and how it revitalized her in a way, is this just how it makes everyone feel? “She used to be more like me, I guess that’s why we became so close, but lately she’s seemed like a whole new person, like the better version of herself”. As you spoke, he kept his eyes on the menu and just offered subtle nods or small sounds of acknowledgment to your words.

“Did she explain to you how this happens exactly?” This is when he finally turns to you, eye starting to have a hint of red to them and an obvious darkness filling his gaze. “You just have to lay there and be good for me, give yourself to me and everything will go smoothly. Can you do that for me baby?” The distance between you two started to close and you had no idea what was taking over your body. Was it your growing neediness or was there something more to that tint in his iris?…either way, all you could do was nod obediently as he moved you to lay down, his body leaning over yours as he gazed over you to take a look at his…meal for the evening. “I need you to tell me this is okay, that you give consent my dear…” for someone who seemed like a predator looking at fresh prey, we was considerably cautious in the beginning. That is, until you uttered a quiet “I want this” then it was all self control out the window and his lips attached to yours for what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few moment before those plush lips of his were moving their way down to your jaw, then your neck, giving him the chance to get a hint of your sweet smell.

“Do you even realize how delicious you smell…god this is going to be fun” Jongho didn’t frequent the club much, so he made sure to take full advantage of the time he had here, fingers trailing down until the reach the bottom hem of your dress, expertly slipping it up as his attack on your neck continues and all you can do is let out the sweet song that he wanted to hear. Jongho shifted his body to where he was further down and his face was now near your thighs and burning core, exactly where you needed him as he laid kisses to your inner thigh and his fingers worked to slip your undergarments down and tossing them aside to be collected later. be collected later. They were not the primary focus, what was however, was the breath tickling your core and the fingers dancing dangerously close to your clit that was practically begging to be touched.

“Can you hurry up, it will be daytime by the time you get started..” the request, or demand rather, came out as just a whine and the flushed tone on your skin gave away at the fact that you didn’t actually want him to hurry and end this soon. In fact, this prompted him to take even longer, his thumb drawing slow antagonizing circles on your bundle on nerves as he spoke “For someone so quiet. You sure have your own way of being loud”. You could hear his smug attitude without even seeing his face with those words, his hands working expertly before one of his digits teased at your entrance, testing the waters in how you would react. Once he found a reaction from you that let him know you were ready, he slipped one finger in and let you get used to the feeling before continuing.

The cold touch of his skin felt like ice melting on you when your walls squeezed his fingers so deliciously, it brought a whole new sensation to your core and made you clench so sweetly as his lips did their job to explore your inner thighs. Was all of this necessary for Jongho to feed on you? No, but it sure as hell made it more fun. The next touch made you shift slightly, almost like your fight or flight was kicking in and your brain was in prey mode. Newer textbooks and scientific journals can do their best to try and describe the feeling of having your skin punctured by a vampire's fangs but they fall short in telling the full story. It starts with a burning sensation and what feels like a fourteen gauge needle breaking your skin but not deep enough to reach muscle quite like a vaccination or implant. Once the initial puncture was complete, his teeth receding to standard k-9s and the blood starting to flow past his slightly puffy lips and coating his tongue, inducing a groan from him that seemed so animalistic yet erotic at the same time…

The work he was doing with his fingers increased in pace as he sensed you tensing up from the likely pain you were starting to feel, adding an extra finger in and curling his digits pressing against that delicate pressure point inside of you that he knew would drive you crazy. Bloody lips pulled themselves away from your thigh. His gaze stabbed daggers into your expressions, watching the mixture of pain and pleasure overtake you as he spoke “That’s it, focus on me, not on your pain…you’re so good for me…” ironic coming from the guy that’s gripping your thigh as if you could float away and your blood painting his chin. Jongho was growing increasingly hungry but this time in a way that blood wouldn’t be able to satiate, he needed another essence of yours…that however, would take time, he didn’t want to have the whole meal right away.

A knot was quickly forming in your lower half, there was no denying that his hands were like a sculptor making his next piece of art. Pleasure washed over you as you unraveled, causing a smug smirk to decorate his mouth and make his features look all that more proud. The bit of your blood staining his lips was just a cherry on top of the overall look he had as you started to sit back up but your body felt so weak from the feeding and the end of your dry spell. “See, wasn’t so bad was it?” He prided himself in the fact that you wernt crying in pain and still managed to look fucked out from his fingers alone, wiping his mouth and helping you sit up and collect yourself. This rush of dizziness but satisfaction was all you could feel as you reached to grab your panties and slip back into them as he settled himself into the couch, watching your every move but also going back to that damn drink menu. Is this how all the interactions always went or was this only for the first one?

“Do I need to sign anything or is there anything else involved?” This was your way of trying to hint to him that you satisfied but also this lingering sense to be around him, almost like you two have bonded… “No but next time don’t wear lotion, it messes with the taste when I need to bite”. That damn smirk was going to be the end of you but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself mentally at the idea there was going to be a next time. Was it already having an affect on you? Only time will tell but one thing was for sure, this wasn’t going to be the last time you stepped behind that curtain. Now to find Kelly and actually get a club experience in before you needed food to replenish-. Hopefully she was done already, but if she wasn’t, you knew where you could turn…

#mfu-net #cultofdionysusnet #cromernet #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #Jongho #Choi Jongho #jongho fanfic #Jongho fic #Jongho smut #ateez smut

[amazingmsme]

Such A Squealer

AN: Somehow managed to whip this up lickety split before I start on my homework. This was a really cute prompt, & lumax holds a special place in my heart. Hope y'all enjoy day 11!

Max considerer herself to be a good girlfriend, no, a great girlfriend. She shared the same interests with Lucas, she was funny, supportive, and even though she was hesitant to think so, she knew that some people would say she's pretty. (Her mom insisted on it, at least.) And to top it off, she was currently giving him a massage without even being asked.

"Okay, but it better not be some kinda trick," he teased, laying down on the bed. He rested his chin on his hands and shifted until he was comfortable. She straddled his waist and began working her palms over tense shoulders. He'd been complaining about being sore after practice, so this was the least she could do.

Her hands traveled the expanse of his back, over the rolling hills of his shoulders and the valley of his lower spine. She carried on for a few minutes before slipping her hands under his shirt to glide over bare skin. He let out pleased grunts and hums as she released the tight knots in his back, allowing his troubles to melt away.

And then her hands traveled too far down, veering off to the side and she happened to squeeze his hips. Lucas jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, and squealed. He clapped a hand to his mouth just as a grin tried to overtake his features. He'd been too late to muffle the sound, and Max's interest was piqued.

"Oh? What was that?" she asked, doing it again. Lucas jolted, arms pressing down against his sides.

"N-nothing," he said, voice at least two octaves higher. Max looked at the back of his head with skepticism and grinned.

"Mm, that didn't sound like nothing," she mused, idly drawing circles with her thumbs over his hipbones. He snorted, burying his face in a nearby pillow to muffle his laughter.

Max couldn't have that. She loved the way his laugh sounded. He didn't hold back, and it just sounded so bright it could light up a room. It was the sound of pure, unbridled joy- his joy. And she was the only making him happy. She decided she deserved to hear it and yanked the pillow away, tossing it aside.

He yelped when his shield was stolen before falling into endless giggles as Max kneaded his hips.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" he begged, curling up on his side. Max persisted and used his new position to roll him on his back. He was breathless, hair tussled and he had the biggest smile of his face she's ever seen.

"Is there a reason you've been hiding this tickle spot from me?" she asked, hands formed into claws and poised to strike. He giggled nervously and looked away.

"Ihi wasn't hiding it! You just didn't find it!" he defended himself. She arched a brow.

"You could've told me," she cooed. Lucas snorted.

"Yeah right. You just would've tortured me sooner!" he justified, unable to tear his eyes away from her hands.

"Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then," she said smugly and shrugged. His eyes widened and he tried to grab her hands and push them away, but she was too quick. Rapid squeezes to the hips assaulted his nerves and sent tiny shocks of electricity through his body. He shrieked, head thrown back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as cackles escaped. Max was glad her mom wasn't home, surely she'd think they were being killed. Now that she thought about it, maybe some of the neighbors did. Oh well, she'll be happy to explain the misunderstanding if any cops were to arrive. Hopper would certainly find it funny.

Lucas was thrashing around on the bed, laughing freely and most notably, not trying to stop her. Max grinned to herself, taking a deep breath before diving down. She blew a raspberry as hard as she could on his hipbone, and another loud squeal cut through the air. She kept going until she was smiling so wide, she couldn't get a good seal on his skin. She rose back up, so breathless and happy you'd think she was the one being tickled.

"Dude, you are such a squealer!" she teased, squeezing his hips so he couldn't protest, though he still tried.

"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted through persistent giggles.

"Wanna bet?" she asked playfully, wiggling her brows at him before taking a large breath. Lucas shook his head, eyes wide and an overwhelming smile in place.

"Nonono wahahait!" She didn't wait, instead blowing another raspberry on his other hip. Needless to say, Max proved her point.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 11 #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle fic #ticklish!lucas

[trulybetty]

dec' 12 x mulled wine

Prompt: mulled wine Pairing: joel miller x f!Reader Word Count: 2,635 Warnings: barely beta'd, all mistakes my own, this is au and way off the plot of anything to do with TLOU, mentions of coffee, wine and festive fluff ☕ Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the festive decorations of main street and enjoy the festive traditions. finding yourself back home and working for the family business, you strike up a friendship with the town's local contractor. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

A/N: apologies for the delay, no one has slept in the Truly house the last two nights and I somehow have messed up my shoulder. Currently drowning in coffee and painkillers - so if this doesn't make sense you know why 😆

The Little Coffee Shop Around the Corner Part II

It had been a week since you had talked to Joel about working on the coffee shop. The two of you went back and forth over email, and that was between his early morning stops for coffee. You'd have his drink already prepared by the time the bell jingled at 7:50 am signifying his arrival. Tossing your apron aside and grabbing your own drink you'd go and meet him at the table in front of the window to discuss the latest update of his ideas for the shop.

It was early evening when the bell rang at the door and you looked up to see Joel step in and lock the door behind him.

“You should have that locked past closing.”

You laughed as you rounded the bar to start a drink for the two of you, “Joel, this is Maplewood. The only crime that's been worth reporting was when Bill found gnomes in his yard.”

Joel shrugged off his plaid jacket and hung it on the back of his chair before he sat down.

“Did they ever figure out who did it?”

You laughed as you brought over your drinks and a selection of sugar cookies Marcus had dropped by for tomorrow's display case.

A grin spread across your face as you leaned in closer, speaking in a hushed tone, “Off the record, and between you and I? I have my suspicions.”

“That so? Who do you think it is?”

“Ellie,” you responded with a roll of your eyes.

His eyebrows raised in recognition, “She’s your niece, right? Lives with you?”

You nodded, “My sister Anna's kid yeah, with my mom and I.”

“I remember hearing about your sister, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, it's been fourteen years now - Ellie reminds me of her a lot.”

Joel chuckled, “So she inherited the family tradition of placing gnomes in people's yards?”

A joyful laugh escaped your lips, the kind that brought tears to your eyes. It was refreshing to share stories and memories of your sister with someone who didn't give you a pitying look when inevitably it was mentioned how she had passed away during childbirth with Ellie. You knew people meant well, but it was nice to focus on the happy moments and remember just how amazing Anna truly was.

You wiped a tear from your eye, “No, but she was usually the one causing trouble wherever she went. Dragging me along with her into the thick of it.”

Joel smiled, “So what makes you think it was Ellie?”

“Aside from finding a random gnome in the laundry room? Well that and the fact Bill pissed her off the week before,” you took a bite of your cookie, brushing the crumbs from your hands, “Bill teaches music, right? So Ellie had been taking guitar lessons from him. She's got a real talent for it, but Bill, well, he's a bit of a stickler for the rules. He told her she needed to focus more on the basics before trying to play the songs she actually likes. Ellie didn't take too kindly to that.”

Joel chuckled, clearly amused, “So, she waged a gnome war as payback?”

You nodded, a small smile still playing on your lips. “I don't necessarily outwardly support it, but out of all the ways to get revenge, this was definitely a unique form of protest,” you admitted. “Though now, well Ellie's out of a guitar teacher.”

Joel's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. “Maybe I could offer her a lesson or two. I play guitar, not professionally, but I’ve been strumming since my teenage years. It might be good for Ellie to learn from someone who’s a bit more... let’s say, flexible with the rules.”

You raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “You play guitar? I had no idea. That would be amazing, Joel. Ellie’s really passionate about it, but she's definitely got her own style. She’d love to learn from someone who'd encourage that.”

As you chatted, the conversation carried on smoothly until it finally circled back to the purpose of Joel's visit.

He unrolled his first set of plans, “After our last conversation, I got to thinking about this place. Its history, its importance to Maplewood. So, I did some digging.”

He spread out an array of photos and documents across the table. The first thing that caught your eye was a black-and-white photo of the coffee shop from its early days, with your grandmother proudly standing in front.

“I found these at the library,” Joel explained. “I wanted to understand the roots of this place, to see it through the eyes of your grandmother when she first opened it.”

You were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail. Each photo, each document, told a story of a different era of the coffee shop, of community and warmth.

“And this,” Joel continued, pointing to the plans, “is what I've been working on. I was thinking we could expose the original brick on this wall. It'll give the shop a rustic feel while adding a modern flair.”

The plans were detailed and considerate, blending the old with the new. Joel had thought of everything, from preserving the original woodwork to incorporating energy-efficient lighting. It was clear he had put a lot of time and effort into this.

You leaned in to examine the sketches, impressed by Joel's vision. “It's amazing, Joel. I... I don't know what to say,” you managed, your emotions swirling.

Joel looked at you earnestly, “I know how much this place means to you and your family, and to Maplewood. I wanted to honour its past. And I think we can do it in a way that's cost-effective and true to the spirit of True North Brews.”

You took a moment, absorbing the plans, the pictures, the possibilities. “This is more than I ever expected. You've captured the essence of what my grandmother wanted this place to be.”

As you both leaned over the table, examining the renovation plans, your hands brushed against each other. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of you, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Joel cleared his throat, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. “So, um, the Jingle Bell Movie Night is coming up,” he began, trying to sound casual. “I was thinking of taking Sarah there. Maybe... you'd like to join us? I mean, if you're not too busy with the event.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the invitation. You had been so focused on setting up the drinks station for the event that the idea of actually enjoying the evening hadn't crossed your mind.

“I'd love to,” you replied with a smile. “I do have to help set up, but there's help there to handle things. It'd be nice to actually enjoy the event for a change.”

Joel's smile widened, a look of surprise and happiness mingling in his expression. It was clear that asking you was a step outside his comfort zone.

As the evening drew to a close, Joel carefully rolled up the renovation plans, he glanced at his watch and sighed. “I should get going. Sarah's probably wondering where I am,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You nodded, a little reluctant for the evening to end too.

You walked him to the door, the warmth of the coffee shop wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. “Thank you, Joel, for tonight. For everything,” you said, genuinely touched by his efforts, “these plans and your ideas, they're more than I ever could have imagined.”

Joel paused at the door, turning to face you. “You're welcome, it's been fun getting back to doing a project like this, it's been a long time since the bakery reno.”

With a final smile and a promise to see each other at the Jingle Bell Movie Night, Joel stepped out into the crisp Maplewood night, leaving you full of anticipation and a sense of wonder at the unexpected turns life could take.

Your thoughts lingered as you locked the door behind him, but part of you remained guarded, reminding yourself of the reasons you were in Maplewood in the first place. You were here for your mother, for the legacy of True North Brews, not to settle down. 

Right?

The week leading up to the Jingle Bell Movie Night was a flurry of activity. Joel's daily visits became a cherished routine, each morning bringing a new discussion or a shared laugh over plans for the coffee shop. His drink was always ready by the time the bell jingled at 7:50 am, a small gesture that didn't go unnoticed by him.

The Jingle Bell Movie Night had transformed the community hall into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights adorned the walls, and the air was filled with the scents of mulled wine courtesy of Frank and Bill, the sweet treats Marcus had baked and the hot drinks you had arranged from True North Brews. 

Slipping off your apron you turned to Ellie who was helping with the concessions, “Now please, I don't want to hear about any theatrics tomorrow,” Ellie opened her mouth to object and you cut her off before she could say any more, “nor do I want to hear that someone spiked Bill's drink with salt instead of sugar.”

Ellie rolled her eyes and you didn't miss the salt packets that slipped from her fingers into the pocket of her apron, “Jeeze, you just take the fun out of everything.”

“I also pay very well, so if you don't want your pay cheque docked, then I suggest you keep things above board.”

Ellie grinned as she gave a mock salute, “Ey, ey captain!”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Be good.”

Joel had sent you a message that he was at the back of the hall, so you grabbed two plastic cups of mulled wine and managed to pick up two of the oversized, and very decadent profiteroles Marcus had made especially. They were dusted with powdered sugar, and decorated with tiny edible gingerbread men. The scent of the gingerbread-flavoured cream filled your nose.  

Joel had found a cozy spot at the back, a perfect vantage point for both the movie and quiet conversation.

“No Sarah?” you remarked as you dropped into the seat next to him.

Joel laughed, “No, she ditched me as soon as we arrived.”

You handed Joel a plastic cup of wine and one of the profiteroles you'd picked up, “Here, I managed to snag one of these before they all disappeared.” 

Joel's eyes lit up at the sight of the dessert taking it gratefully from your hand. He took a bite and closed his eyes, savouring the rich flavours.

“Mmm, this is amazing,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine pleasure.

Conversation between the two of you fell into the easy pattern that had grown between the two of you the past couple of weeks. Discussions moved from the plans for the coffee shop to your life growing up in Maplewood and what had taken you away. 

As the movie played on the big screen in front of you, the sound of laughter and conversation filled the hall, but it felt as if it were just the two of you in your own little world. 

When the conversation shifted to Joel, he spoke about his life in Maplewood, his contracting business, and the challenges and joys of raising Sarah. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled under the dim lights, the way his lips curved into a smile when he shared a particularly funny story about his brother or Sarah.

However, he hesitated when it came to discussing his past in Austin. There was a tiny shadow of pain that crossed his eyes, but before you could question it, it was gone, replaced with one of Joel's trademark warm smiles. He'd mentioned briefly before what had brought him to Maplewood, Sarah's scholarship and he'd briefly mentioned the passing of his wife, but he never elaborated any further than that. And you respected his need for privacy, knowing that some wounds ran deep and were not easily shared.

“So, what do you think of the movie choice?” you asked, looking back to the projector screen playing 'The Santa Clause'

Joel laughed, “When Sarah was younger, this was on repeat from the moment Thanksgiving was over to when we packed the decorations away in January.”

You laughed before you finally took a bite of your profiterole, your taste buds were bombarded with the decadent flavours. The flaky pastry melted in your mouth, while the creamy gingerbread spiced filling added a cozy festive warmth to the whole sensation.

With closed eyes, you savoured another mouthful of the delicious dessert. A small dollop of cream escaped and landed on your chin, but you were too lost in the pleasure to care. “This is amazing,” you moaned in appreciation.

Joel's laughter mingled with the sound of the movie, and you opened your eyes to find him staring at you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The air between you crackled with a newfound tension, and suddenly, the cozy winter wonderland around you seemed to fade into the background.

The air felt heavy with anticipation as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “You have a little something there,” he murmured.

Joel reached over and taking his thumb swept the fallen cream from your chin and you found yourself holding your breath as he took his thumb to his mouth. 

The sight sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like if his lips were on yours instead. The warmth from the mulled wine seemed to travel through your veins.

“Thanks,” you managed to say, still not able to look away from his lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. Before you could register it his lips were on yours, his hand finding home at the small of your back as you turned into the embrace, the feeling of the warmth of his body so close to yours, his 

The soft touch of his lips against yours sent shockwaves through your body. The taste of mulled wine and sweet cream lingered on his lips.

But as quickly as it happened, Joel pulled away, a look of confusion and guilt washing over his face. He stammered an apology, “Sorry, I shouldn't have…” Joel's voice trailed off, his eyes looking lost, confusion and guilt etched his face.

The two of you looked at one another, neither knowing what to say next. You were still reeling from the whiplash of the kiss followed by Joel's abruptness when he suddenly stood, patting his pockets until he found the one that had his car keys in them.

“I need to get going,” he said, looking everywhere but you leaving you confused and unable to figure out what was happening.

“Okay,” was all you managed to squeak out.

“I erm, sorry–” he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, “I need to get Sarah home, she has a soccer game tomorrow morning.”

Joel hurriedly gathered his things, his eyes avoiding yours as he mumbled a quick goodbye. You watched him leave, the festive atmosphere of the movie night suddenly feeling bittersweet.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. You stuck around to help with the cleanup, half listening to Ellie in her complaint that for the third year in a row, the town council had rejected her suggestion of playing ‘Die Hard’, but your thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the kiss and Joel's sudden departure.

#december x 500 #the little coffee shop around the corner #maplewood au #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic

[pics-and-fanfics]

Take it or Leave? (part 1)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship, sorry he’s not really in this one)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Also, my beloved friend, Angst >:) Mentions of past rape and attempted rape.

Summary: You finally let everything out, getting out the anger that’s been boiling for years.

A/N: This has been rolling around in my brain for like a week or two, and I finally decided to write it. Plz don’t get mad at me, bc this may or may not be my way of dreaming how to leave when I get the chance.

PLEASE, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MENTIONS OF RAPE OR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSULT!

Other works on my Masterlist. :/

You toss your bag on your chair, collapsing onto your bed. You only had a few more months, just had to put up with this for a few more months. “Y/N! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” You swallow, groaning. Not even half a minute, and the shouting has already started.

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be before I left for school this morning, just like I told you last night, just like I tell you every day.” you say, wincing when you hear the door bang open. “I needed you to be home! I had to stay home because of you, instead of going out with my boyfriend!”

You suck your teeth, mentally cursing. How old was your mother? Oh right, she was 38, and you were 17, turning 18 in a few months. 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days to be exact.

“I HAD TO STAY HOME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER! I TOLD YOU I HAD A DATE TONIGHT AND YOU HAD TO STAY HOME!”

You wait for her to finish screaming at you, fiddling with your necklace your boyfriend had given you. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!” You slowly look up, careful to keep emotion off of your face. “DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!”

“Oh my god, what do you want from me? ‘Look at me! Don’t look at me like that! Are you going to say anything? Don’t talk to me like that!’ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”

Smack! Your head whips to the side, and you feel your heart skip a beat, a pit forming in your stomach as the sting finally registers. You reach your hand up, then pull it away, seeing blood. Tears started to gather in your eyes, and you stubbornly willed them away.

“You are under my roof, you follow my rules, you eat my food. I put clothes on your back, a roof under your head, and this is how you treat me?” your mother practically growls, and you can feel her glaring at you.

A laugh escapes from your chest, and you throw your head back. “You? You? You put clothes on my back? You feed me? Since when? I want- I want- No I need to know, because, if my calculations are correct, I’ve been taking care of me and Amara since I was 12! I feed her! I buy her clothes! I make sure she has money to eat lunch at school! I make sure she’s done her homework, I’m the one who asks how her day’s been!

“You don’t do shit for me, or her! You haven’t! For years! 5! Years! I’m the one she went to when she got her first period, first boyfriend, first breakup, first anything major! Not you! Never was.” The words tasted sweet, yet bitter, sour from years of not saying them, sweet from finally letting go.

“How. Dare you! YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU RESPECT ME! YOU-”

“SHUT UP!” you scream, getting up from your place on the bed, finally realizing how much taller you were than your mom. “Respect? You want to talk about respect? Then go talk to your boyfriend, who’s tried to fucking rape me! Or maybe your brother! WHO ACTUALLY DID! AND YOU STILL LET HIM AROUND!” You could feel heat radiating around you, but you didn’t really care at the moment, you were finally saying something.

You heard your sister’s footsteps running up the stairs, and you raced to the door, but were beaten by your mother, who slammed the door into your face, making you screech.

“Y/n?” Click! You bang on the door, screaming. “AMARA! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!” you beg, pulling frantically on the door knob.

“Amara honey, don’t take another step. Your sister’s grounded, just ignore her. I’ll take care of you while Y/n learns her lesson, alright?”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” You grab a lamp off your desk, beating on the door.

“I promise, I’ll be better, sweetie. I’m sorry.” your mom’s voice said, and you screamed. “NO! SHE’S LYING! AMARA!”

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Loki played with the necklace he’d gotten to match yours, feeling guilty he hadn’t told you he’d put a tracing spell on it. It’d only activate when you were in trouble, or played with the necklace. He was feeling uncomfortable, his necklace had been getting hotter and hotter-

Loki sat up from his seat, realization hitting him like a truck. “What’s wrong?” Thor asked, and Loki waved him off, even though he was getting up. “It’s none of your business.”

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Chapter 1: Make it out

"An escape to meet others like me means breaking down connections such as what happens within"

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I open my eyes, I am standing in the middle of the ocean near my house. The breeze was strong, the sky was a dark grey, and the waves of the ocean were big and dangerous. It was almost like a typhoon. Something didn't feel right at all. In fact, it was like another presence was there with me. The wind blew stronger, I felt like it was about to push me, but for some reason, it didn't.

I look around only to see nothing but the whole ocean surrounding me. But then I hear a voice and I recognise it, it was my mom's. "Isla tulungan mo ako please" (Isla please help me). I froze I haven't heard her voice since I was 8 years old, the words kept repeating.

I slowly turn to the direction of her voice but it was too late the water around me became blood and I started to hear sobbing. I tried to move but for some reason I was stuck, it was like being trapped in a box or something. Then I tried to scream, nothing came out. Then my mom appeared infront of me looking at me, angrily.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I woke up. I look around me and suddenly felt safe to see that it was my room that I saw. I tried to calm myself down by doing the breathing exercises my aunt told me to do. My forehead was covered with sweat and tears started to form in my eyes. I continue to do the breathing exercises until I finally calmed down.

"It was one of those dreams again." I sighed as I get the glass of water I prepared for myself in case something like this happens again. These days it's becoming more and more frequent for some reason.

I put the glass down and looked at my phone. It was 2:30 am, it was the time of day once again. I leave my phone and start preparing for my daily swim. Normally I would do this in my family pool but there isn't a crime in doing this in the ocean, but my extended family thinks of it as a crime. Maybe this is the time to prove them wrong.

"Vitamins are taken, My temperature is normal and regulated, skin checked. Alright time for my swim." I say as I go downstairs and head for the front door.

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I get out of the house and lock my door. I put my keys in a pot of plants, knowing no one will get it since I'm mostly the one who takes care of the garden. Then I head out into the ocean. The night was cold, and I shivered as I walked down the beach since I was only wearing a robe.

The dream I had would have been a sign, people will think it would be a sign to not get into the water but I knew that it was definitely a warning for something else. The dreams keep coming back, I haven't had them since I was 18 but they came back 6 years later. I start to think to myself as to why they came back but then stop when realised I was already at the spot.

Thankfully this part of the beach is private property of ours. I look around me to see if maybe a family member was out or if someone came looking for me but thankfully no one came looking for me. I took off my robe and walked into the ocean nude.

My body then started transforming. Scales appeared in several parts of my body, and gils started to appear. My hands started becoming webbed, and most importantly, my tail, yes I am indeed a Serena (Filipino siren). My mother was a siren. She was also famous as she caught people's attention in her siren form.

I look at webbed hands only to see how poor the condition of my siren form was, my webbed hands were stiff and slimy unlike a healthy Serena where it is flexible and rubber like, my gils felt clogged and I couldn't breathe properly, and lastly my tail and scales they were loosing their original color from a bright red tail to a Grayish pink. I knew I wasn't crazy. The pool that my aunt kept me in since they thought it was safer was more dangerous than they thought.

The pool chemical were killing my siren form slowly, but they wouldn't see the problem. A Serena needs natural minerals from natural bodies of water in order to maintain our fish like bodies. 'Hopefully, I have enough time before they wake up to at least help myself in this form,' I thought as I began swimming around

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It has almost been four hours at most. My Serena form started to heal almost immediately, but I knew it still wasn't enough. I explored parts of the ocean that was near the beach, the oceans in the Phillippines are so polluted I wasted nearly half my time picking up trash and objects from the ocean floor. There was nothing exciting about swimming in that area since there was nearly no fish or anything, but I knew I had to stay just for my own health.

Another hours passed and I was relaxing on the ocean floor when all of a sudden I saw a familiar boat, my cousins boat. I immediately swam up since I knew they were already looking for me.

"Isla, Isla!! Isla bumalik ka na, galit na si tita!!"(Isla, come back, Auntie is getting mad already) I heard from underwater before popping my head out.

"Nandito na ako, bakit naman sila galit eh kailangan ko naman talaga ng tubig para mabuhay" (I'm here already, why are they even mad when I really do need water to survive) complained. My cousin then pulled me up and gave me a robe.

"Eh kasi naman alam mo may mga mangingisda na dumadaan dito. Baka makuha ka at ibebenta ka sa palengke sa Presyong 100k" (Well, because you know that there are fishermen who pass by here. Maybe they'll catch you and sell in the market for the price of 100k) My cousin joked, and I just kicked him while he was rowing back to our house.

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We finally reached the shore of our house, and to no one's surprise my aunt was there, full on ready to scold.

"Anak ng tokneneng, ilang bese ka na sinabihan Isla na wag na wag kang lumangoy sa dagat. May swimming pool naman tayo bat di mo yun gamitin?" (Son of a bitch, how many times do we have to tell you not to swim into the ocean. We have swimming pool, why dont you use that?) My aunt said.

"Tita sinasabi ko naman sainyo na kailangan ko ang tubig ng dagat para lang di masira ang Serena form ko eh. Lagi kong sinasabi sainyo di kayo naniniwala." (Auntie, I already told you over and over that I really need the oceans water just so that my Serena form won't fall ill. I keep telling you all, but you guys don't believe me.) I said as I started to walk into the house.

"Isla ano ba, alam mo naman may mga mangisngisda dumadaan doon. Gusto mo ba mamatay?" (Isla, what is it with you? You already know that fishermen pass there. Do you want to die?) My aunt yelled as I went into the garden and grabbed my keys from the pot.

"Eh pinapatay niyo na nga ako ng onti onti sa pool na sinasabing niyong mas safe. Tita, namamatay na nga yung Serena form ko di niyo ba nakikita?" (Well, you guys are already killing me bit by bit in the pool that you guys say is safer for me. Auntie, my Serena form is dying, don't you see?) I yelled as I approached our front door.

"Oo nakikita ko pero isipin mo naman kami, di kami Serena kagaya ng mama mo at baka patayin ka pa pag may makikita sayo. Kung sana lang may lugar talaga na para sa mga Serena lang talaga eh o kahit anong monster na kagaya mo puntahan namin para sayo. Kaso wala eh wala tayo magawa." (Yes, I see it, but think about how we feel, we're not Serenas like your mom, and it's possible that you can die just from someone else seeing you. If only there was a place for just you as a Serena or maybe even other monsters, we would go there just for you. But there isn't and there's nothing we can do.) Aunt said before giving me a towel and some slippers.

"Kung meron ako mahanap na Lugar para saakin kung saan di ako papatayin, papayagan niyo ba ako pumunta doon?" (If there was a place that I found that it just for me, where I can't be killed, will you allow me to go there?) I said as I dried my hair with the towel. "Oo, bibigyan kita ng pera para pumunta doon. Pero parang impossible eh. (Yes, I'll give you money just to go there. But it's just impossible.) My aunt said going inside our house.

'I don't think it's impossible. I'm not the only creature in this world. There has to be a place. I'll research on it after work.' I thought to myself as I headed inside my house.

"Ate Isla kakain ka po ng pang umaga?" (Isla will you eat breakfast?) My younger cousin said as he sat down on our dinner table. "Sorry but I still have to prepare for work," I said as I looked at the clock it was 7:12.

"Work from home ka naman, okay lang yan ah. Di mo naman na kailangan maligo." (It's just work from home, though. That's just okay already. You dont need to take a bath) My cousin teased. "Kuya naman," I said as I was still drying my hair.

"Isla, bakit ka parin nag oonline sa trabaho mo na yan? Diba pwede ka naman mag face to face sa trabaho mo?" (Isla, why are you still online in that job of yours? Aren't you allowed to have it f2f?) My cousin said. "Eh kasi naman si tita ayaw ipa face to face ako. Tsaka, just being safe lang siguro." (Well, because Auntie doesn't want me to go face to face. And you know just being safe, I guess.) I said as I walked up the stairs.

Once I was in my bedroom, I could hear my auntie complaining about me, how insensitive I was, how irresponsible I was, I was already used to how she was so I gave it no mind but it still bothered me so much that I just decided work will take my mind off it.

I prepared myself for work, took a bath, and set up my workspace but not without greeting my boyfriend, Mark, I our usual good-morning texts, we've been distant these days but I know that it was because of our work, who would've guessed that a model and an online psychiatrist would have a loving relationship.

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Timeskip

It was about my lunch time, I knew that my cousins were out and so was my auntie so I was eating lunch alone or was I? I thought of maybe calling my boyfriend for lunch, we used to do that when he was travelling but when I opened his message I saw that he didn't answer my text this morning. I just thought he was busy, so I just went ahead and heated up the leftovers that were left from breakfast and went back to work immediately.

Another hour passed I was finishing up with a regular client of mine when my phone to started to ring in the middle, I was about to decline it when my client and said that it was okay for me to answer since it might be important. I thanked the client and looked at my phone to see who was calling. It was Mark.

'Finally, maybe he's going to ask me out after my shift." I thought to myself as I answered the phone.

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"Love! Kamusta naman?" (Love! How are you?) I said excitingly, but then I heard him sigh, my stomach dropped, and I already sensed that this may not be good.

"Fine, but we have to talk. When does your shift end?" He said coldly, I don't know what's going on. Did something happen to him? I quickly removed those thoughts.

"The session that I'm having right now will end around 3:00. I could meet you by then. Where will we meet?" I said trying to control my voices, my siren senses and gut feeling are telling the same thing. This will not end well, his change of tone, the way he has distance himself from you in any way unlike before, the way he just sees your messages but never replies. It's all leading to one thing, a breakup.

"I'll go to your house by then." He sighed. I start shaking, I wasn't prepared for this. I have been so avoidant of love until I met him and we've been together for so long ever since my last year of highschool. We knew that our career paths would make it harder for us but I didn't think it would lead to this. Even if he hadn't said it yet, you already know that it's coming, it's coming to an end.

"Alright, be safe driving. I love you." I said with a trembly voice, everything started to become blurry. It felt like more weight was put on your shoulders. "Okay." I heard him say while he hanged up the phone.

I was about to breakdown by then but I knew I still had a job, I took a deep breath and went back to my client. I knew myself well enough that after that phone call, I'm not going to be myself at my work but I thought that maybe just maybe I could at least put in decent effort just for my client.

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3 pm came, I was hoping that time would stop at that very moment. While you were having that session, you couldn't help but pray that the minutes would go slower. I pray that he would change his mind on the way there, but you thought wrong. I saw the notification. He was there already.

I was hesitant to go down, I already knew what was about to happen, but I still didn't want to face it since I loved him so much, more than I know. But then I told myself that maybe if I pull through this quicker, the faster I have to go through it. I took a deep breath and headed outside.

Once I was there, I saw him. His face was showing little to no emotion. The hope that I held on suddenly disappeared, just by looking at his face. It wasn't like the first time he came to my house, where I ran to him with joy and excitement. Now I could barely move. I slowly approached him, and each step felt like I was going towards a cliff. Then suddenly I was in front of him, this felt like I was on the edge of that cliff.

"Isla, I think you know where this is going already. I know you have strengthened senses from your Serena nature from my call earlier." Mark said as he brought a box.

"Just say it already, I know we fell apart from our careers and I know there isn't anything I can do anymore. Even after I tried so hard to keep what we had." I said as I look at the box he was holding.

"No... it's not because we fell apart." He sighed. I look at him, senses were picking up an emotion that wasn't supposed to be in this. Guilt. Maybe he was guilty for falling out of love with me, I told myself to wait patiently for him to speak.

"Isla, I'm so sorry... I cheated on you. I cheated on you with another model who I worked with and now she's pregnant." He said as he gave me the box. Everything around me felt like it dropped. I wanted to scream, to punch him, to cry, but I couldn't. My mind was blank, the only thing I could think about were the possibilities of who he cheated on me with.

"So you're breaking up with me just because she's pregnant? Why didn't you do so sooner?" I asked with a shaky voice, but I really did mean that question. He was already cheating on me. Why did he wait until the girl got pregnant just to break it off? I think it was obvious by now since he always said he wanted a family, but did he really have to cheat for that? I was willing to be a bride for him anyway. I was ready.

"Isla, I'll be honest with you whenever I thought about a future with you. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that my child wasn't going to be like the other kids. You told me you spent your life avoiding kids in the streets since you were always afraid that once they find out that you're a Serena, you'll be killed." He explained.

"Cut the crap. Just say that you want a normal family with a normal woman. After everything we've been through. Did that all mean nothing to you?" I yelled, starting to feel tears going down.

"No. I just really want this, and you're just not.... you're too focused on work. And I may not be a Serena, but I feel like something bigger is coming for you in your job." He paused to look at his watch. It was 3:13 pm, 13 minutes passed, but to me, it felt like a whole hour. I don't know how to feel now, am I supposed to be angry? Am I supposed to be sad? Was I even supposed to feel anything? Fuck, I don't know.

"I'm sorry but this is the end for us Isla. I'm so sorry but I have to go, we both still have jobs to do but be safe hope you find another person who loves you." He said as he patted my shoulders. I looked at him and nodded, I didn't know what to say at that moment. He went into his car and began to drive off.

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As his car began to drove off. I began to breakdown, all of the emotions that I held onto for so long have finally left me. Betrayed, hurt, and empty was all I could feel.

"Isla?" I turned around to see my cousin standing behind me. I started to wonder if he saw the whole thing. "Diba sasakyan yun ni Mark? Ano nangyare.." (Isn't that the car of Mark? What happened...) He paused when he looked at me. Tears would not stop falling. I suddenly felt him hug me, then grabbed my arm slowly so that he could bring me inside.

"Kuya...." I sighed. He put me down on the couch and pulled out a tub of ice cream. "Buti nalang naiisipan bumili ng ice cream. Nagcracrave kasi ako eh nung ko papunta na ako dito. Teka lang, wag ka muna mag kwento kunin ko muna ang mga kutsara at baso." (It's good that I thought of buying ice cream. I was craving it while I was going back here. Wait for a while, don't tell me just yet. I'll just get the spoons and cups.) He said as he stood up and went to our kitchen. I'm thankful that he was here by the time Mark left because knowing how he looked at me as his sister instead of cousin, he would've beaten Mark up.

"Eto na. Yung mas malaki na baso para lang sayo." (Here it is. The bigger cup just for you.) He gave the cup and spoon. "Now, tell me what's going on? I'll just speak English for this one for you to know the therapy vibe." He joked, trying to make me feel better, which did make me giggle a bit.

"Mark and I broke up..... but he also revealed to me one thing." I whispered with a shaky voice. My cousin then looked at me as he was scooping the tub of ice cream, silently asking me for an explanation. "Turns out, he was cheating on me, and now he got the girl pregnant." I explained. My tears were starting to come out once more, and all the thoughts came back to me, but just then, I was cut off by spoon falling.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him. I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WITH HIM" My cousin yelled as he stood up and marched through the door. I stood up quickly wiping my tears and grabbed him. "Kuya please. Tapos na, umalis na siya at di na rin yan babalik dito." (Kuya please. It's done, he left and he won't come back here ever.) I pleaded with him because I know him well to know that he would get his hands bloody just to protect me but in that moment I just really needed him to comfort me because I was about to breakdown again and I did since I started sobbing and feeling my tears.

Then it was like he read my mind since he just hugged me and brought me back to couch. Usually we would talk about what our problems were and how to fix it but all I needed right now was a distraction from all this. I was so thankful he bought ice cream since it really was comfort food. We just both sat there in silence enjoying our ice cream and the others company.

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"You know.." I turned to my cousin who finally spoke up after half an hour of silence. "Right Auntie told you that if there was a place just for you or any monster in this world, she would do anything for you to be there." I look at him with sudden excitement because my senses were telling me he was going to show me something.

"Well... I have to show you something!" He exclaimed while grabbed his laptop out of his bag. "I hope the ice cream didn't make it wet." He whispered as he got his laptop out of his bag. "You could've just told me to get my laptop upstairs you know that?" I jokingly asked. "That wouldn't make it special." He stated as he started to open his laptop. I started to question what the hell he was going to show since he looks really excited to show mr what he found, he was typing somewhat aggressively on his laptop which made me even more curious.

"Here!" He said turning his laptop to me. I looked at his laptop and it showed me a school website, the school name was Nevermore. I took a closer look at his laptop to see all of the details, the more I read the more excited I get. It was like a finding a part of you, you didn't think exists, feeling like this is finally your place, feeling like you finally found the answers to you problem. "This.. is amazing! Kuya, where did you find this?" I asked excitingly while scrolling the page even more.

"My coworker told me she recently came back from a trip to Vernont and stumbled across that school. She told everything about it or at least everything she heard from people from the town that was located in." He explained. That's when I looked at the location of the school. It was in America, meaning I could possibly go there with my own money. "I don't know.... what will Auntie think?" I asked since I was worried that despite her words from this morning, she would not allow me to go.

"Sabi niya nga, kung may mahanap kang lugar para sayo dun ka na daw. Kunin mo na ah may job application sila o, tignan mo." (Well, didn't she say if there was a place for you, you'll be there. Take the chance already there's a job application going on, look.) He pointed at the website, and I took a closer look at it to see that there was an opening for a guidance counsellor.

"Wait, why is there an opening for a guidance counsellor position if there's literally a therapist they visit in the town that are located in?" I asked, scrolling to the part of the oage where it showed that they have a therapist they could console to named, Dr. Valerie Kinbott.

"Di ko rin ngay alam. Tanongin mo nalang pag ininterview ka." (I really don't know as well. Maybe you could ask when you get interviewed) He answered. I just nodded my head but then I looked at him with surprise when I realised what he said. "Anong interview?" (What interview?) I asked nearly shouting because of how surprised I was.

He looked at me for a second and laughed. "Surprise! I got you an interview for that job. It's going to be this Friday, do your best." He answered while patting my shoulders . I look at him with wide eyes, not knowing how he did it. "Well, to explain this, I kind of hacked into your work email and emailed the school during lunch since I know that's the time you don't check emails. It was wrong, but like this is a really great opportunity for you." He explained. I looked at him mouth agape, so many things had happened within the past day, honestly it's overwhelming.

"Thank you kuya, buti nalang na Wednesday ngayon at Friday yung interview para may ako makaprepare pa ako para sa interview na eto." (Thank you kuya, it's good that today is Wednesday and the interview is on Friday so that I still have time to prepare for my interview.) I sighed, not knowing what to feel since it's been a roller coaster. First I get scolded and talked shit about by my auntie just for taking care of myself, secondly my long term boyfriend cheated on me, and now my cousin just revealed to me that he hacked into my work email and got me a job in a place that could accommodate my occult. The emotions are mixed and I know that my cousin could tell.

"Marami kang pinagdaanan ngayon Isla. Pero isipin mo ng ganito, kung di mo toh kunin at di ka na talaga paoayagan sa dagat ni tita. Mamatay ka talaga. Kahit pagbigyan mo nalang yung interview na yan. Kung hindi ka nakuha edi atleast ginawa mo ang lahat, diba?" (You've been through alot today Isla. But think of it like this, if you don't take this and you won't ever be allowed in the ocean everr again by auntie. You will die. If you don't get chosen for the job then atleast you tried right?) He comforted me while hugging and rocking me, he used to do that every time everything got intense at home.

We pulled apart and I feel he secretly has a mind reading since he immediately went into the cupboards and pulled out my favorite wine. "Sabihin ko kay tita di ka kakain ng pang gabi. Mag rest ka muna, umiyak, sumigaw, or suntukin mo unan mo. Ilabas mo lang mga emotions mo. (I'll tell auntie that you won't eat dinner. You should rest, cry, yell, or just punch your pillow. Just let out all of your emotions.) He said while I took the wine out of his hand. "Dalhin mo muna yang alak na yan, ako na sa mga baso at ice cream" (Bring that wine of yours, I'll handle the cups and the ice cream.) He added.

Nevermore...

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CHAPTER TWELVE - tell me we weren’t just friends

₊˚a story in which two teens inexperienced with love learn to love each other.

warnings — selfship fic (osaluma) (livchu), bsd spoilers, angst, fluff, teen love, romance, mentions of traumatic backstories, underage dr.g use (marijuana), violence

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tw: mentions of s.x trafficking (it’s mentioned in the warnings but figured i should put this here)

notes from dazai’s star: ermmmm idk if i like this chapter either (the angst). cooking really well rn btw <3

“oh,” was all luma said when they found out they were tasked with a mission with dazai and kaori. they didn’t like the way mori grinned at them and kaori either as they exited the alleyway.

“fucking creep,” they muttered when they were out of earshot.” “i know right?” kaori replied, shaking her head. “i’m sorry for his behavior,” osamu said. “don’t be. it’s not your fault he’s the way he is,” luma said, shrugging.

“exactly!” kaori exclaimed, smiling brightly. “if you wanna share, how’d you get your eyepatch kaori?” luma asked, curiosity getting the better of them.

“my grandfather stabbed me in the eye!” she said, a little too cheerfully. “but i made him explode so we’re even.” a knot formed in luma’s stomach, thinking of their own grandfather.

they could never do such a thing to him, nor would he do that to them. they couldn’t fathom the thought of hurting their grandfather. the thought alone wants to make them weep.

dazai held their hand, rubbing soft circles as a way to reassure them. it didn’t last long, kaori scooting forward and in between them. “where’d you get your lipstick from, luma-san?” kaori asked. dazai perked his head up. he thought the lipstick shade was perfect on them, complimenting their tan skin and features perfectly. he wanted to know where they got it from so he could possibly gift it to them in the future.

“oh uh, target,” they explained. kaori nodded, looking at dazai. “you know, you’re really pretty, dazai,” she stated bluntly, earning a slight gasp from luma.

“don’t you think so, luma-chan?” she turned to them, eye piercing into them. “he is,” they admitted, causing osamu’s cheeks to flush. kaori expected luma to say no from her glare, but they weren’t going to do that to dazai, not caring what kaori would do to them. besides, osamu would be right there to protect them.

“so what’s your past like luma-chan?” kaori asked curiously. “uhh…” “maybe that’s not the best idea for luma,” osamu interjected. “oh come on, can’t be as bad as mine,” she giggled. “it’s not a competition,” luma told her, earning a nod from dazai.

“dad and aunt were narcissistic assholes, my mom works a lot so i spent a lot of time with my grandparents, who became my everything. they were the only people who made me feel loved, and i lost them. i had to watch them die—with my grandmother on my fifteenth birthday too. almost got sold into sex trafficking by my dad and his whore of a girlfriend.”

“oh my,” kaori said, smirking to herself. “well, i was actually sold by my parents to a yakuza and they used me however they’d like. i was still a kid as well,” she said, almost in a bragging tone.

“i’m so sorry,” luma stated, dazai nodding in agreement. “now i finally escaped and joined the port mafia,” she finished. “they promised they’d protect me from the gang.”

“i’m glad,” luma said, remaining polite. kaori was starting to get on both their nerves, but dazai knew luma would want him to remain respectful.

they arrived at the mansion—it was huge. anxiety grew in the pits of luma’s stomach, gulping. were they going to find the diamonds that they needed to steal? or would they get caught?

“how do we get in?” kaori asked, though already knowing the answer. “we jump the fence obviously,” luma explained, hopping over the fence.

“osamu-kun, could you help me? i’m not as strong without others blood in my system,” she cooed, smiling sweetly at him. “s—sure,” osamu accepted, picking her up and helping her over the fence. he only did it to show he was a kind person to luma. he did it all for luma.

he soon hopped over the fence himself. “c’mon,” luma stated in a monotone, irritated by osamu helping her. they snuck towards the door.

checking the door, it was unlocked. “dumbasses,” luma muttered, smirking. dazai found the way they insulted the owners and their smirk attractive, causing a prideful smirk to appear on his face.

the three entered the home. no alarm was set off either, much to their relief. “where would the diamonds be?” luma whispered, staring at both of them. “probably in a vault,” kaori said like luma was stupid.

luma grit their teeth in irritation. “no shit, but where would a vault be?” dazai found this irritated side of luma to be..hot. he wondered if he needed to make them jealous more.

then he remembered their jealousy issues and why they have them, not wanting to contribute to their abandonment and attachment issues. shaking the thought away, he followed luma throughout the house.

dazai soon got distracted by a stand with alcohol. he snatched the strawberry vodka before hurrying back to luma and kaori. “osamu, what are you doing?” luma asked, staring at the bottle then at him. “we could share it,” he said, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the silver-haired girl.

“oh okay.” luma shrugged. they’ve never drank before, other than a sip of vodka with aiden. so they were excited to possibly get drunk.

luma and the other two sneakily headed upstairs, finding the bedroom.

sure enough, there was a vault on the dresser.

“what would the code be?” luma huffed, pressing random numbers. eventually, they pressed 1, 2, 3, 4, and it opened. “god, they really are idiots,” luma muttered.

grabbing the diamonds, they placed them in their bag, ushering the two out of the bedroom. as they headed down the several stairs, they heard the front door open. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” luma whisper-shouted.

“what are we gonna do?!” they turned to the two.

“i have a plan, just follow me,” osamu said, getting in front of luma. “heheh, gladly,” kaori giggled, causing luma to roll their eyes.

when the couple went to the kitchen, dazai, luma, and inoue made their move towards the backyard door. they quickly exited, making sure to shut the door quietly.

“what if they have cameras?” inoue asked. “please, if they’re dumb enough to leave their door unlocked and have their vault be one, two, three, four, then i don’t think they’d have cameras,” luma scoffed, walking beside dazai.

“wait for me!” kaori hurried, trying to catch up. the couple hopped the fence, waiting for kaori. she paused, realizing osamu wasn’t going to help her. she tried jumping over the fence but landed on dazai. this was intentional, luma and osamu knew.

“oh my, i’m so sorry, osamu!” she exclaimed, slowly getting off of him. “call me dazai,” he told her, huffing as he got up as well. “oh…” she said, trailing off.

“you okay, luma,” osamu asked, staring at luma. “mhm,” they hummed with a nod. “we should get out of here,” luma suggested. the two nodded and followed luma as they rushed out of the neighborhood.

when luma arrived home, they questioned what kaori was trying to do. it was obvious she was trying to get with dazai. he was irresistible in luma’s eyes, so of course they saw the appeal in falling for him. but, why did it have to happen?

they sighed, leaning back in their bed and taking a hit off their dispo. “she don’t really like it but she needs me, yeah,” luma sang the lyrics to ‘into it’.

they continued humming the song as they closed their eyes.

before they headed to bed, they made sure to spray their room with perfume so their mother wouldn’t suspect a thing.

#🕯️the hills have eyes! #☆—selfships #☆—osaluma

[lgcminseo]

END OF THE YEAR REVIEW ⋮ 2023

“WHAT WERE SOME OF YOUR GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENTS THIS YEAR AND OUT OF ALL OF THEM, WHICH ONE WAS THE MOST MEMORABLE ONE FOR YOU?”

"It has been a whirlwind since the moment I was chosen to be in Future Dreams." She brings her hands together, briefly forming a circle and separates it with an attempt of voicing out a sound effect of an explosion. "I didn't think I had a chance, nor did I think that I would get to the finale and end up chosen as a member of the group. I felt like an underd⁠— I still do, but I have decided to look ahead. There is no point on focusing on negative energy." She firmly nods, recalling the advice her father told her when the competition show was filming. She crosses her arms over her chest, swaying a bit to keep herself from mumbling more. "I didn't mean to go on a tangent."

"To answer the question, I feel like the most pinch-me moments where finally debuting with the members and getting that notification that the first music video was out. Our first award... I only regret not holding it in. I should really stop crying." Her lower lips juts out into a pout, glancing out the window when the gray clouds roll in and the warm light of the room becomes more noticeable. "I still can't believe we debuted, took part of a concert, and debuted in a unit too. I'm seriously so honored to have been able to share the stage with Fabula. It would have to be that, right? My most memorable moment..."

“WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR PERSONAL GOALS FOR 2024?”

"Personal goals... Maybe to speak less?" She suggests with a soft laugh, sinking into her seat for a moment. Don't be rude, Minseo. Her mom's voice interjects her thoughts, forcing her to sit upright with passable posture. "I'm thinking of taking my CSATs and applying for uni... It seems like a challenge, which I enjoy. If I get in to any program, please remind me that I have to actually attend classes and do homework. It might deter me from my foolish endeavors." She snorts at her phrasing, idly shaking her foot underneath the table. "Actually, I want to become better at English, and start working out again. It would be fun to try different activities. I'll be honest.. I'm only doing it to buy cute workout clothes. I want to travel by myself too. I think that will be an interesting challenge, especially if I have to actually disconnect from the internet."

“IN THE GROUP, WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR BIGGEST WEAKNESS AND WHAT CAN YOU DO TO IMPROVE ON IT?”

"My weakness?" She quints, suppressing the smile from forming on her lips. "I could be better at dancing, but I'm singer so..." She waves her hand almost as if dispersing her response from the air. "If I had to be specific, I would say variety, but I don't really have an interest in going to variety shows... It's a good skill to have. I'm not denying it. I should work on it, but if I do have to go to workshops, I think I would really want to focus on hosting since one of my goals for the upcoming year is to actually host something. Anything. You can tell them that I'll host puppy adoptions if they want or a senior citizens mixer..."

“AS A GROUP, WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH IN THE NEXT YEAR OR TWO?”

"Would world domination suffice as an answer?" A soft giggle escapes her lips, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. "I want us to have another successful comeback, and maybe after our fourth comeback... We can hold our first stadium concert!" What was too much? Too unrealistic... "I really want us to always have fun and enjoy living in the moment, but our goals can be hopeful too and not burdensome. I want us to be proud of our music, and be able to utilize our songs as the unique way we communicate between our group and our fans. We shouldn't forget that we are able to influence others, especially our generation. I want to be a good influence, but that doesn't mean we hide away our flaws either..."

#lgc:yearend2023

[queen-haq]

Fic: Alive - Part 18

Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he 4did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.

Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.

My Masterlist (contains links to previous parts)

Then...

Shortly after waking up in the hospital, Sage found herself being interrogated by the vice-principal. Although she informed Mr. Briar that Marcus had been the one to attack first and Aidan was only trying to protect her, he didn't seem fully convinced. It was easier for him to believe that she was the instigator of the fight rather than one of their own. Who cared if Marcus already had a history of criminal activity? Clearly logic had no place in Briar's mind.

Thomas remained in the room with her the entire time, mute and stoic. He didn't speak up or defend her. Instead he stood in one corner of the room, silently chastising her. She didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking: if she'd taken his offer to leave this place, they wouldn't be in this mess right now.

After Mr. Briar left, Sage cast a brief glance at Thomas. "Do you know if Aidan's alright?"

"You heard Mr. Briar. He's fine. And lucky for you, so is that Marcus kid. Security was able to stop Aidan before he did any serious damage." Thomas levelled her with a solemn look. "Marcus is claiming you assaulted him first. Is that true?"

"Are you serious?"

"Answer the question."

"He was calling my best friend a fag. I asked him to stop. He wouldn't."

"Then what happened?"

"I told him if he didn't stop acting like an asshole, I'd smack him."

"And did you?"

Following a brief pause, she jutted out her chin defiantly at him. "Yes."

A resigned sigh escaped Thomas' lips. "I wish you had walked away instead of making the situation worse."

"Yeah well, I'm not a coward who runs when things get tough. I must have inherited that from Mom." She waited for him to lash out; unfortunately, her father didn't take the bait. "I need to talk to Aidan. Do you know what room he's in?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care."

"He's probably being interviewed by Mr. Briar as we speak. Do you plan to march in and interrupt them?"

"Did they call his parents?" Her stomach twisted into knots at the thought of what awaited Aidan.

"Of course."

Fuck. She slid off the bed.

"Where are you going? You need to rest!"

She exited the room and walked along the hallway, eventually finding Aidan alone in a room few doors down. Sitting on a bed, he was playing with the bandages on his hand. Her heart squeezed at the sight of his black eye, cracked lip; she rushed towards him. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" Aidan asked, kissing her forehead while his fingers laced through her hair. "I kept trying to wake you up but you were out cold."

She peppered his face with kisses. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. I've suffered a lot worse."

"Aidan, your dad-"

"You don't need to worry about him."

"Tell him the truth, that you were defending me. He'll go easy on you."

A bitter smile formed across Aidan's face. "You think that would make a difference to him?" Probably sensing her increased anxiety, his smile quickly transitioned into a flirtatious smirk. "You looked pretty hot when you were kicking ass today. Such a turn on."

She glared at him, exasperated, fully aware of what he was trying to do.

The back of his fingers lingered on her right cheek, stroking the skin. "Maybe we can try role playing next time I come over. I'll be the mark and you can be the sexy con with badass ninja skills who falls in love with me. Then we can team up and take over the world."

"Stop trying to distract me!" She peered closely at him. "I can get Thomas to talk to your dad."

"Just drop it!" The smirk on his face vanished, now replaced with a steely expression. "You're not gonna say anything."

"I'm supposed to stand by and do nothing while he hurts you?"

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to protect me."

"Maybe you should have listened to your own goddamn advice then and stayed out of my business!"

"It's not the same thing and you damn well know it! You keep saying you love me? Prove it. Keep your mouth shut!"

Tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes. Feeling helpless at the thought of not being able to do anything for him, she turned away.

"Hey, babe. Come here." He laced his fingers through hers and drew her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder before hugging her from the side. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I shouldn't have said that."

"You wouldn't have to apologize so much if you just stopped acting like a jackass."

He smirked. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"

"Aidan, if he-"

"He doesn't know about the fight. He's not even in town. My mom is the one who showed up. She's probably out there right now, bitching out Briar for suspending me."

Relief flooded over Sage. The knots in her stomach untwisted and relaxed, finally allowing her to breathe again. Her arms encircled him, squeezing him tightly.

"About that role playing-"

"Shut up". Closing her eyes she held him in a tight embrace, breathing in his scent. She didn't move, simply enjoying the stillness between them. Lately they spent most of their time fighting or having sex and this... this small, intimate moment was something she desperately needed to restore her calm.

His fingers stroked through her hair in that very special way which made her knees weak and her heart race, and she leaned into him further, nuzzling his neck. "Last time we did something you really wanted, I ended up with sand everywhere. That was not fun."

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy having sex on the beach. I still remember how loud you were."

"It was alright," she said, faking nonchalance.

He pulled her onto the bed and rolled over, hovering above her. "Just alright?"

Before she could respond he started tickling her, making her squeal with laughter.

"What's going on here?"

Startled by the voice, Sage looked past Aidan to find his mom standing near the door. He pulled away, she sat up. While he seemed amused, Sage was horribly embarrassed – especially when she noticed the quick flash of revulsion on Madeline Coventry's face. Although Sage had seen pictures of her before, mostly over the internet when she had decided to look up Aidan's parents, this was the first time she was meeting Madeline in person. Wearing a cream-coloured wrap dress designed to draw attention to her perfect figure, the statuesque redhead was strikingly beautiful. While Aidan didn't bear much of a resemblance to Madeline (he looked more like his father), he did have her eyes. Unlike his, however, Madeline's gaze was ice-cold.

In truth Sage never expected to like his mom (she couldn't understand how Madeline let her husband hurt Aidan the way he did), but she was surprised to find herself intimidated by her.

"Did you give Briar a piece of your mind?" Aidan asked. "Is he still standing?"

The older woman remained fixated on Sage, studying her with an intensity that was nerve-wracking. When she finally spoke, her voice was polite – but firm. "Maybe we should discuss this in private."

"It's fine, mom. We can talk in front of Sage. I trust her."

His words were meant to be assuring but they had the opposite effect as Sage noted the subsequent look of contempt on Madeline's face. However, Aidan seemed oblivious to it. The fact that his mom seemed to disapprove of their relationship shouldn't have come as a surprise – yet it was. And it hurt far worse than she expected. "It's okay, Aidan." Sage slid off the bed. "You guys talk. I should go back. Thomas is probably waiting for me." She knew better than to lean closer and give Aidan a gentle, lingering kiss, but a part of her wanted to stick it to Madeline. "I'll see you soon." She headed to the door, walking past his mom, and their eyes locked. Sheer hatred emanated from Madeline and Sage felt a dreadful, ominous feeling come over her at that moment.

*****

It was the last day of her suspension, meaning only one more day of being cooped up in this house before Sage was allowed to go back to school and see Aidan. Since leaving the hospital a week ago, she hadn't heard anything from him despite sending him numerous messages. Concerned his dad may have found out about the suspension, she had urged Theo to check on Aidan. Apparently, Aidan was fine; Madeline had simply grounded him. Sage suspected it was a ploy on his mom's part to keep him away from her but she refused to get worked up over it. Nothing could erase her excitement about seeing Aidan tomorrow, not even Maria who greeted her with a sulky expression as she entered the kitchen. Ignoring the maid, Sage headed to the fridge to grab the ingredients for a grilled-cheese sandwich. As usual, Maria exited the kitchen in a huff.

A short while later Sage was putting everything back in the fridge when Cat stormed in, startling her.

"Is there anything in my life you won't fuck up?"

Sage cast her sister an irritated glance but remained silent, refusing to get involved in her drama.

"Wasn't it enough that you ruined my family and my life? Now you're trying to mess with Aidan too?"

Her resolve dissolved immediately upon hearing his name. "What happened to him? Is he okay?"

Cat shot her an incredulous expression. "Are you kidding me? No! He's not okay! Do you know how much trouble he's in? I just talked to his mom and she told me he's not allowed to come over here anymore. Because of you, because she knows you provoked him into a fight!" Cat was practically shaking with anger. "That's what you wanted, right? That's why you had your loser boyfriend go after Aidan?"

"No, that's not what happened!"

"Fuck you! You have no idea what you did. Aidan needs Theo, he needs me. This is the only place where he feels safe but you don't care about that, do you?"

For Cat to be this afraid meant Aidan was in real trouble. Panic began to sink in at an alarming rate.

"You don't give a fuck about who you hurt!”

"That's not true! I care about Aidan. I love him." The words slipped out before Sage could stop herself. The room was filled with silence, the calm before the storm. Cat stood frozen, in shock, the same piercing blue eyes she inherited from Thomas now penetrating into Sage. Anger which spewed out of Cat a minute ago was now replaced with an eerie stillness which Sage found far more intimidating. "I'm sorry, Cat. I really am. Aidan wanted to tell you a long time ago but I asked him not to."

"Shut up." Cat's acerbic tone was filled with contempt as she lashed out. "You think I believe anything that comes out of your mouth? You're just trying to fuck with my head, but you can't. I won't let you. I know Aidan better than anyone else. He would never hurt me."

"No, he wouldn't. Not on purpose. This thing between us... it just happened. We didn't plan to love each other."

Cat sneered. "Love? Keep dreaming."

"Look, I'm trying to be honest with you."

"You want honesty? Here it is. You're trash. Ugly, fat, trash. And Aidan would never touch someone like you."

Sage's jaw clenched in anger. "Go ahead. Call me whatever names you want to make yourself feel better but it doesn't matter. Because Aidan loves me. Who I am, what I am, how I look, all of it. I love him and he loves me. And nothing you say or do will change that."

Cat stared back at her coldly. A minute later, she turned around and walked away.

Sage pulled out her phone and started texting Theo.

*****

Sage looked around Aidan's bedroom, a bit surprised to find it as clean and organized as it was. The room was huge, bigger than her entire apartment in Chicago, but that wasn't unexpected. Everything was bigger in this city. There was an electronic guitar and a violin balanced against the wall in one corner (she wondered if he played, he'd never mentioned it) but those seemed to be the only personal items. No posters adorned the walls, no medals or trophies showing off his accomplishments cluttered the shelves. The room was cold, devoid of any little knick knacks that revealed anything about his personality. No wonder he was always at the Woods' home. Thanks to her, however, now he wasn't even allowed to seek refuge there anymore.

According to Theo, Madeline was supposed to be gone for two hours, yoga class or something or other. which meant Sage only had a short amount of time to talk to Aidan. Earlier today she'd been so excited to see him but now she felt burdened with guilt and sadness, to the point where she didn't even want to interrupt his shower to let him know she was here. Instead she sat at the edge of his bed and waited for him, listening to the water run in the ensuite bathroom.

Cat's words played over and over again in her head, making Sage feel worse. It was easy to ignore her sister when Cat was being her usual hateful self but today she'd been afraid and worried for Aidan – and that wasn't easy to disregard. Plus, blurting out about her relationship in the midst of an argument had just been plain selfish. No matter how much of a bitch Cat was, she didn't deserve to find out like that.

"I've fantasized about this, but usually we’re both naked.” She glanced up to find Aidan standing in front of the bathroom door, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist. She studied his bare chest and torso, checking to see if there were any new wounds. Thankfully, the scars were all old.

He flashed a smirk at her. "Hi.”

"Hi."

"Are you just going to sit there?"

"Possibly."

"You could come closer."

"I will. Eventually."

"Oh, good." He winked at her. "Anything I can do to speed up the process?"

"You can shut up."

Eyes twinkling, he pantomimed zipping his lips together.

She remained in place, watching him, the sadness in her evaporating away even as she told herself to hold on to it. It was easy to feel safe and complacent, forget all the odds stacked against them when it was just the two of them alone – but now things were changing. The world was barging in, invading their space. How would that affect them? Him? What if being together meant he would be under constant attack? Could he handle it? Even if he could, was that really fair to him? His mom had already ordered him to stay away from the Woods home, his safe haven, to keep him from her. What if that was just the beginning?

"Fuck this. I can't wait that long," Aidan declared before rushing over.

One second she was sitting on the bed, the next she was in his arms, being pulled to the floor, his long fingers threading through her hair, his mouth devouring hers. It was wild, frantic, the way he kissed her, held her, desperation lacing his every move as he undressed her.

The world may have been knocking on their door, but at this very moment the only thing that mattered was being with him. She took control, biting his tongue with just enough grip to drive him crazy. Throwing aside his already loosened towel, she reached for his cock and pumped him slowly, her hand slick with pre-cum. His breathing grew ragged, his hot breath humming against her neck. He sat on the floor, pulling her atop him. Straddling him, she guided Aidan inside, closing her eyes, melting from the sensuous feel of him sheathed within her. As she began to move, dictating the rhythm of how their bodies pulsed together, a guttural groan escaped his lips.

Coherency left her brain as his tongue pushed aside her necklace and dipped into the hollow of where her neck and shoulder met, biting her skin, gliding over her clavicle. She was pressed against him so tightly her breasts were crushed but it didn't matter. Pain and pleasure were all jumbled up together, making it impossible for her to separate the two.

His grip around her tightened as she sped up the pace, his fingers carving her. At times the rough nature of his hands left their mark on her skin but it was always temporary, never permanent – unlike his. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to bear the permanence of his wounds. Would he want her more? Or would he be disgusted?

"Look at me."

She did, gazing down at him, taking in the passion that thrived in his darkened eyes. Her fingers encircled his neck and she leaned down to kiss him. Soon she was lost in the storm, falling over the edge, swallowing his groans inside her mouth as he took the plunge with her.

*****

Lying on her stomach, legs swinging idly in the air, Sage turned her head to look at Aidan. He was next to her on the floor, balancing his head on one arm while the other spanned the small of her back. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Why?"

"I have to call Theo to pick me up."

An amused smile played on his lips. "Your brother is driving you to your quickies now? That's sweet."

"Shut up. It's not like that."

"Too bad."

She peered at him closely. "I came over because I wanted to talk to you. You're in a lot of trouble and it's my fault. I wish-"

"I know you like to think you're the boss of me, babe, but you're not. I did what I did because I wanted to."

"You don't have to pretend like everything's fine."

"It is."

"I know your mom isn't letting you come over anymore. Don't act like that doesn't bother you."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Inching towards her, he leaned down to kiss her naked back.

"She's just pissed right now but it'll blow over soon. I promise."

"Aidan-"

"I knew you'd freak out over this. That's why I told Theo not to say anything. I'm going to kick his ass for opening his big mouth."

"He didn't."

"Then how did you found out?"

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him about Cat, but she hesitated. Broaching the subject of her sister would lead to the end of this peaceful moment between them and Sage wasn't ready for that yet. "I'll tell you later."

"Fine." He trailed wet kisses along the length of her spine. "Not like I want to waste any more time talking."

"Oh, so having a conversation with me is a waste of time?"

"It is when we can be having sex instead."

She nudged him playfully and he responded with a giggle, the sound of it tugging at her heart. "Can I ask you something?"

"No," he murmured, too busy tracing circles on her skin. "No more questions, no more talking."

"I don't like your room."

"That's not a question."

"It's so sterile. Why don't you put up some posters or something?"

"I used to, but Dad doesn't like that stuff. When he's in one of his moods he comes in here to rip up my things. It's just easier to leave the walls empty."

She felt like an idiot. Of course this had to do with his father; the man had to exert control over every aspect of Aidan's life, not even allowing his son to have the freedom of expressing himself in his own space. The thought made her sick to her stomach.

"Shit, I almost forgot," Aidan said.

She turned around, watching him grab something from his backpack before returning to her side.

"Keep this with you all the time. Somewhere close so that you have easy access to it," he ordered, handing the small package to her.

She opened the box. Inside the sheath was a knife, bigger than pocket size but still small.

"Next time someone comes after you, use it. Stab them with it, twist it inside them, or even just slash them with it. Do your damage and then run."

"Yeah, okay. Because they're just going to wait for me to pull it out of my purse, right?"

His eyes darkened, a somber expression masking his face. "You think this is a joke? Do you know what Marcus would have done to you if I hadn't showed up? What if I can't be there the next time? What then?" Frustrated, he sat back down again, leaning against the bed. "Every time I think about him hurting you, I start freaking out. What if-”

“I’m sorry.” She sat up, realising how important this was to him.

"I wish I could protect you, I want to, but I can't be there all the time. So you have to learn how."

She reached out to hold his hand. "Okay."

"And you need to sign up for self-defense classes. Promise me you will?"

"I will."

Sounding a lot calmer now, he squeezed her fingers. "Sorry I yelled at you."

"I know."

He pulled her onto his lap, arm circling her waist. "I'm glad you came over. I was going to give the knife to you tomorrow but this worked out better."

"I want to give you something too."

He cocked his eyebrow. "Really? What is it?"

Unfastening her chain, she offered it to him. "I want you to have this."

He stared at her for the longest time, unmoving. "I can't, Sage. It's your mom's. It's the last thing she gave you."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't even have it now if you hadn't gotten it back."

"I know how important it is to you."

"It means more to me than anything else I own. That's why I want you to take it."

Still hesitating, his teeth pulled at his bottom lip nervously.

"What? Is it too girly for you?" she teased.

He smiled back. "Nope. Just girly enough actually."

"Good. 'cause I'm not taking no for answer." Reaching around, she tightened the clasp behind his neck and leaned back to examine him. "Looks good."

He touched the pendant, smiling at her. "Let's face it. It probably looks hotter on me."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, if we break up, I want it back."

He gave her a stern look in return. "I thought we agreed not to joke about that."

"Whatever."

Suddenly the door swung open, and in came Madeline.

*****

Now...

Aidan walked through the droves of people in the club, heading directly to the VIP section upstairs. There was an event for one of Cat's close friends and Aidan knew there was no way she’d miss it. The crowd was a mixture of celebrities, influencers, dealers, and middle-aged executives who came to these clubs to hook up with hot women. Typical hollywood bullshit.

Entering the VIP area, he acknowledged the bouncer who was guarding the entrance. "Hey man, how's it going?" Aidan asked, bumping fists with him.

"Same old, same old."

"Seen Cat around?"

"In the back."

He passed by a group of beautiful women, each eyeing him like he was the answer to their prayers. He winked at them, and kept walking.

When he finally found Cat she was sitting with her friends, snorting lines of coke. Great. Cat on a normal day was bad enough, Cat high on coke was a fucking nightmare.

"Hey Aidan," one of her friends purred at him. "It's been a long time."

He glanced at the redhead, gave her a dismissive smile before turning his attention back on Cat. "Can we talk?"

She wiped off the powder from her nose, and levelled him with a seductive look. "I don't want to talk."

He quirked his eyebrow. "You have something else in mind?"

"Figure it out, Einstein."

"I'm not interested in putting on a show for your friends tonight." His gaze swept over the women beside her, granting them a flirtatious smile. "As hot as they are."

Cat did not like being slighted, especially around her followers, and gave him a menacing glare in return. "All talk, no action. You always were a pussy."

"I'm the same pussy you were begging to move in with last month.” 

Her eyes hardened. "Now you're just deluding yourself." She waved him away. "Why don't you go back to looking for your Jihadi girlfriend and leave me alone?

"Now is that any way to talk about your sister?"

Nothing worried Cat more than the truth about her father's indiscretion coming out. She glared at her friends who scurried away quickly, apparently aware of her temper. Her cold blue eyes returned to his face. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Did you know?"

"What, that you're an asshole? Everyone knows."

"Sage has a kid. My kid. Did you know?"

A cruel smirk plastered across her face. Taking a sip of her champagne, she sat back in her seat. "So the little bitch got knocked up, huh?"

His jaw clenched, but he forced himself to stay calm. By losing his temper, he would be giving Cat the reaction she wanted – and he wasn't willing to play into her hands that easily. "Answer the question." It was his turn to smile. "Or I may have to spill the beans about your dad. Wonder how that'll go over when he starts campaigning."

She set down her glass. "No. I didn't know. And I don't give a fuck either."

He observed her for several seconds, looking for any signs that she was lying.  She was too fucked up at the moment to pull it off.

"You sure that kid's yours?"

"Sage wasn't one to fuck around."

"Yeah, right."

"Just because you cheated on me doesn't mean she did."

"Don't be an idiot. There were rumors about her and that guy she always hung out with."

Aidan gave her a pointed glance. "David? He was gay."

"Like that mattered in high school." Her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you going to tell Dad about this kid?"

"Why would I? He already knows, doesn't he? Or did you lie to me about Thomas paying off the detectives?" Instead of responding she grasped his hand, urging him to sit down next to her.

"Forget about her." A strange kind of helplessness revealed itself in her eyes. "Remember when it was just you, me and Theo? Why can't we go back to the way things were then? I miss those days. Everything is so complicated now."

"We're not teenagers anymore. We gotta grow up."

She shook her head 'no', like a child, before resting it on his shoulder. "I don't want to."

"Cat, what's wrong?"

It was a while before she answered. "I feel so lost. Like everything is falling apart around me."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

He took her hand in his, stroking it gently, hoping it would bring her some kind of comfort. "You need to stop doing all this shit. It's messing with your head. And get rid of these leeches that mooch off of you."

"They're the only friends I have."

"No, you have me."

"You're too busy chasing after Sage!"

"That doesn't mean I can't be there for you."

"What if she tells you to stop talking to me? What then?"

"It doesn't matter what Sage wants. I'm not going after her because I want her back. I need answers. That's all."

"Who’re you kidding?" Cat snapped, pulling her hand away from his. "She ruined my family. She ruined us. And you're going to let her do it again."

"You can't keep blaming her for messing up your life, Cat. It's been eight years. Time to let it go."

"That's rich coming from you."

Angry, he stood up. "You need a ride?"

"I don't want to go anywhere with you."

"Fine."

He turned around to leave when she grabbed his arm again.

"She was a snotty bitch, always acting like she was better than the rest of us."

He pried Cat's fingers away, his expression cold as ice. "She was better."

"No, she was trash."

Aidan regarded her with a mixture of sadness and pity, wondering how Cat came to be so different than Theo. "All Sage wanted was to be accepted and be your sister, but you never even gave her a chance."

"Why should I? She's not good enough to lick my Louboutins."

"Who's the bitch now?"

"Fuck you!"

Having reached the end of his patience he started walking away, shaking his head as she continued to hurl insults behind him. Running into the same bouncer again, he reached into his pocket to pull out some cash from his wallet. "Make sure she gets home alright." Aidan handed him the bills.

"Don't look like she's very happy with you right now."

"She never is."

Sauntering out of the club, a part of him wondered if he should have argued further to make her see how small-minded she was being, but Cat was still that immature girl from high school, unwilling to look at things from any other perspective, and he realised challenging her would simply be a waste of his time. Besides, he had far more important things to do. Like paying Sage and his daughter a visit.

To be continued...

@idaofinfinity @tiki-watoodles I know I owe you guys comments. It’s been crazy busy lately but I promise to respond shortly. Thank you for everything as usual :)

#original fiction #romance novels #enemies to lovers #my fics #alive

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Week: Mother Hunts Best

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened. This is week I am pretty late: I AM SO SORRY, REAL LIFE GOT IN THE WAY.

For today I rolled Archivist!OG Elias Bouchard (for this it is a double thrown: Elias and then, which one) and The Hunt (Eps. 106-112).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: Martin's parents A+ parenting, grieving in multiple forms and shapes, major death characters, Hunt usual content, police abuse, stalking behaviour from Jonah Magnus, hints of drug abuse, a bit of swearing

Also on AO3!

Statement of Martin Blackwood, regarding the prosecution he has been a victim of for the last few weeks.

Audio recording by Elias Bouchard… on a personal interest. I guess.

Statement begins.

 She is going to get me; I just hope I leave with enough time so she won’t wreck Trevor’s home, or worse. Thank you so much for allowing me to stay with you two; and for letting me share just what I was comfortable with telling out-loud at the moment and nothing more.

Gerry had already told me that “ Elias is a stoner and a manual man-child, but a really good guy; even after Magnus turned him into The Beholding’s Little Boy”, but I am glad I can confirm it…That’s…it is just nice to know there is people that are simply good , you know?

Not like some people I have come in contact with the last few…my whole life.

 When I was a very little boy, my parents stopped living together and thank God there was a special aid for single parents, especially those with a steady long-hours job, so my father took me with him. Without even mediate a word, he just took me and left, so he would have the money. It is as if my mother did much afterwards, though. She just came once, said the aid was not worth what she had been freed of, literally refused me as a concept and left me with a man that, if he had to never pay any attention to me ever again, it would be too early for him. However, that is how I got the greatest step-mother imaginable.

My grandma, the reason I am here today.

 When she died, I got very (understandable) upset and, while I was right next to her tomb, I started kicking the other tombstones, with the incredible bad luck that a policewoman was nearby (and that, with my size and frustration combined with grief at the moment, some of the cheapest ones become slightly broken ).

She called me by my father’s name and the spite on her voice was palatable. When I turned, she froze and so did I: she was my mother.

I felt…I still don’t really know how or what I felt right there. Relief? A strangely-shaped whole in my chest finally being fulfilled? The growth of the wishful thought that, maybe, she had stayed away because she thought I was dead?

All my hopes and dreams were crushed the moment she opened her mouth, said that she had become a cop so little shits like my father couldn’t keep doing as they wished and that it was disgusting how much I resembled him, but with some of her in between. She loathed me and, instead of shooting, she let the gun fall to the ground and came for me, running. Running like Hell had been released on Earth. I only managed to escape because some drunken person run over her as he left the cemetery boundaries and entered a carriageway.

She should have been dead and, I think that, if she hadn’t hate me so much, she would have let herself die from the crushing…

…you know the worst part of the whole situation? A part of me, a rather pathetic one, is glad of that hatred, because it saved my mom. I saved my mom , the way I couldn’t my grandmother; even if she cannot grow to love me.

After all, my grandmother did love me and see how good that was for her.

Since then, I’ve been trying to escape. Running from one place to the next, crossing my fingers she wouldn’t appear, but she always does and, what is wost, most times she has a legitimate reason to go after me.

Some parking space I use incorrectly, me trying to pay with a card that was out of circulation…al minor but, the fact that they kept piling up and were in a huge part related to the supernatural (I mean: related to jobs from my current position in The Magnus Institute). My mother built the case within days .

And, in all that time and the time afterwards, she chased me constantly, in the literal sense, apart than from the legal system way. I hadn’t run this much ever before…well for cardio, I guess.

 Everybody in my life was… is worried, but I couldn’t ask for help: I have seen my mother in action; she could take more than two people at once. She could even take Tim and Gerry combining gym-trained force and whatever weird elegant fighting Gerry felt like practicing that day.

That was one of the biggest problems: she was focused on destroying me, but believed in no collateral damage, just necessary harm . The more I rely on other people, the worst it will be for them…

I can almost hear her coming, I have already stayed over for two nights and, after all, Elias, you are also running…I have absolutely no right to let her into Trevor’s house.

I will be leaving at noon and, well, I hope one day we will cross paths again.

Only, that would likely not in this lifetime. Please, do tell Gerry and the rest that I really…

  Statement ends.

  I am so sorry, Martin. Trevor is too; he keeps repeating that that monster your mother had become could have been him, hadn’t Julia died so brutally in front of him…

We got lucky, I guess. No woman in her fifties/early sixties has appeared to try and murder us and/or torture us for your location. However, I can see the crawling marks on the windows. It was a close call; you really saved us.

I cannot begin to imagine what you have gone through. My boss kind of made me feel the same way, but it wasn’t a predatory feeling, more like a…stalker-kind one.

I really, really wish you are save now, and you get to live a life without constantly make sure there isn’t anything… anyone trying to get back at you for something you are not at fault.

I will transmit your message to the rest of the Archival staff, the moment the police and press stop blaming me for Leitner’s murder…Ha, if only…

I am taking the abrupt ending of your letter as a sign of you knowing this is not a terminal goodbye.

  End recording.

  Fucking Christ, I need a joint. Oh, shit, I didn’t push of button…I think.

  End recording.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #elias bouchard #martin blackwood #martin blackwood's mother #fic #the hunt

[randomnameless]

“Sothis forbade trying to resurrect her!”

Indech :

Could you be the incarnation of Sothis? Interesting... Let's test your mettle!

By using the word incarnation, was Indech thinking Sothis would rez herself naturally, on her own, with time, with a different form? 

Or...

Seteth “Brother, Rhea made vessels to resurrect our mother! When she forbade us from doing it! We must scold her!”

Indech “ah? I don’t really give a fuck bro, I just want to have fun fighting with humans and with this thing that has Sothis’s powers.”

Seteth “GFDI why must I always be the brother who sermons? Can’t you do it for once?”

Indech *shrugs*

---

Macuil :

You have the stink of Sothis upon you... Let us find out whether you share her power.

Birdie knows Billy has the “stink” of Sothis - maybe her crest? - and wonders if they share her power. He assumes Billy isn’t Sothis, but something close to her. So what is Billy then? 

Shouldn’t he be horrified - or pissed - at them if they truly were the result of a “forbidden” experiment to resurrect their mom when she forbade it?

Seteth “Ah, Brother. See how Rhea disobeyed Mother by trying to resurrect her, resulting in this person? Even so, can you help us save her, so we will scold her together when this will be over?”

Macuil “Pff. Sothis stinks.”

Seteth “... Yes, but we will scold Rhea. Because what she did is wrong. Right?”

Macuil “I don’t care. I wonder if that thing is as strong as Sothis. But then it’s also part human, and I don’t like humans. And I told Rhea not to associate with those inferior beings, but she didn’t listen. She brought this upon herself.”

Seteth “Macuil, Mother said...”

Macuil “And I don’t care, she stinks. Hey, where’s Cethleann?”

---

So Seteth is the only one in the Nabatean family who goes “no Rhea you should not have done this it’s totally taboo and unethical and questionable you’re BaD poor Billy” when the other two don’t give a fuck about, Sothis’s apparent wishes not to be resurrected, Rhea trying to resurrect her, Billy being a construct and Billy in general, save for a “wow this will be a good match up I’m rusty!”.

So either Indech’n’Macuil don’t give a fuck about Sothis’s wishes and what Rhea was doing -

Or Sothis only told Cichol “btw don’t resurrect me if I die, I will leave you guys to  deal with the mole people who flattened the world!” when the other two were pestering Rhea with her kitties -

Or this line was only added because Seteth has to be S-support material for Billy, and with their “verse warping powers” Billy has to become, potentially, the closest person to Seteth, so Seteth has to join the “Rhea BaD” red herring/train to effectively cut his ties with his family to swap them by Billy (Flayn is the exception).

And by virtue of not being S-supportable by the player, Indech’n’Macuil escape this “warping”, not having to join the “Rhea BaD” train or pretend to give more figs about Byleth than “oh you have Sothis powers. Cool, what next?”.

Damn, typing this made me realise I’m glad Indech’n’Macuil are not playable in FE16, because they escape the compulsory character assassination needed to make them be able to S-support Billy.

NPCS are the best written characters in this game I swear

#Nabateans #Lizard family time? #playable macuil'n'birdie #hopefully it never happened #FE16 #It's odd how in FEH they chose to make Seteth focus on this part #when the rest of his brothers don't give a flying fuck in FE16 #is it because they're hopeless or because Seteth has to care about this #to join the red herring and ultimately feed Rhea's self worth issues #that can only be solved by the power of the avatar? #idk #but i realise more and more that player pandering completely demolished him too #Poor Seteth

[shallyne]

Because you're my Friend Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (Alternative Ending)

That's a big boy chapter. Took me days to write. I didn't edit it tho, so there may be a mistakes in here.

TW: none

Feyres last high school year living in her new home

After Naya and Feyre went home Naya gave Feyre space to unpack her things before it was time for dinner. So she went to her room and just emptied her whole backpack on the bed. First she plugged in her charger to charge her phone and then she put the rest of her clothes in the dresser. To her surprise laid the clothes she wore yesterday on the chair where she first left them. While she put them in the dresser Rhys entered her room. "Mom told me that you're staying her now."

Feyre turned her head to Rhys. "Is that a problem?"

His eyes went wide. "What? No! That's not what I meant. I am glad you're here."

Feyre smiled. "Good because you're not getting rid of me so easily now." Rhys stepped closer, chuckling. "I would never want to get rid of you."

Feyre just snorted as she closed the drawer. When she fully turned around, Rhys stood at bed looking at her sketchbook.

"What is that?" he asked.

"Just my sketchbook." Feyre answered.

"Can I look?" Rhys asked.

Feyre nodded as she picked up the her pencils. "But it's just random sketches and I didn't draw for a while, either."

"Why?" Rhys just asked as he sat down on the bad, leaning against the headboard and opened her sketchbook. "Did you not have time?"

"Neither did I have time nor motivation." Feyre said and threw the pencils in the drawer of her night stand. Sighing she sat beside Rhys as he looked at her drawings, silently.

When he was done he closed the book and looked at her. "You're talented."

Feyre took the book from him, smiling. "Thank you." she said as she started skipping through the pages herself. Some of the drawings where just pretty landscapes she wanted to capture others were just sketches she mindlessly drew until they took form. People, animals, places. Sometimes even figures out of her nightmares. She was surprised that Rhys didn't ask what these drawings were about. Glad he didn't ask, because it was mostly the nightmares she had after her mother died, that followed her until today.

"You know, if you need a model." Rhys smirked at her. "You know where to find me. You can drawn me however you want."

Another snort escaped Feyre. "Even nude?"

Rhys laughed quietly. "Anything you want, Feyre darling."

"Maybe some other time." Feyre said.

October

The next month brought a lot of news, good news for a change. Nesta texted her that their paperwork for financial support got approved, though they were still waiting for an answer about her dads medical problems.

Naya took her shopping the week after Feyre moved in with them. She told Feyre that even if Feyre had the necessities, it was just a plain guest room. It needed more of Feyres personality, and a desk, she said. When Naya asked Feyre what her favorite color was, she answered blue. She ignored rhat her mind instantly went to Rhys's crushing blue, almost violet, eyes. Who wouldn't think about his eyes? They were beautiful. Right?

Feyre and Rhys also came a good chunk forward with their biology project. They were almost done with the researching part, then they started to work on the presentation.

In school she was always with Cassian, Azriel, Mor and Rhys. The classes Rhys and Feyre shared, he sat now beside before her. Same with Mor and Cassian. She didn't share any classes with Azriel, though. Ianthe left her alone know, probably because Feyre was always around her new group of friends. Although Ianthe threw her some of evil glances sometimes.

Feyre just sat on Mors chair, listening to the music playing in the background as Mor asked "Do you already have a costume?"

"Costume?" Feyre asked.

"For Halloween!" Mor answered. "I guess that's a no, that's good because I don't have a costume yet either. I guess we have to go shopping."

"You're celebrating Halloween?" Feyre asked.

"Yes, every year." Mor said. "We are putting on our costumes and accompany Selene on her trick or treat tour and after Selene is in bed we all watch scary movies."

Feyre kept silent. She didn't expect them to celebrate in such little circles. They always were the kind of people, to Feyre, who would even celebrate the littlest things big.

"I promise it will be fun and I promise we will ALL wear costumes, so if you feel stupid just look at us. It might be weird at the beginning but you'll get used to it." Mor continued. "Cassian, Azriel and Rhys will probably even wear some stupid costumes. Last year Cassian was Shrek and he made Rhys wear a Fiona costume and Azriel was donkey. I have to show you the pictures later."

"Okay." Feyre said. Mor jumped up to hug her and squealed. "Yes! I already have few ideas."

After going through each of Mors ideas they decided to dress up as angel and devil for Halloween and not even an hour later all of them found themselves in the Mall. Rhys, Cassian and Azriel decided that they also need to get some stuff for Halloween and Selene needed new shoes. So they split into three groups and began to shop.

Mor almost instantly found something. They didn't waste time and tried it on. Together they stood in front of the mirror shortly after.

"I can't remember the last time I wore a dress." Feyre said, brushing softly over the short, glittery whit dress. Mor beside her wore a similar one in red.

"We can find you something different." she said.

"No." Feyre said, smiling at her. "I like it."

Mor smiled back at and hugged her. "Good because we look stunning."

Feyre giggled. "We do."

Next they both got shoes which didn't take a long time either until they both found something.

"If we keep that pace maybe we are done before the boys." Mor chuckled.

It turns out that Mor was right because half an hour later they both sat in the food court and there was no sight of the boys, though Naya and Selene were already waiting.

"Did you not find anything?" Naya asked worried when she saw Mor and Feyre.

"No, we found everything!" Mor said cheerful.

"That was fast!" Naya said as they sat down. Selen just sipped on her drink as Feyre asked her "Did you find shoes?"

Her eyes began shining as she happily nodded. Feyre smiled "Do you like them?"

"Yes!" she said.

"Show me!" Mor said. Naya gave her a Karton that Mor opened. "Fancy!" she said as she showed Feyre. Feyre nodded approvingly. "Beautiful."

"What is beautiful?" Rhys asked suddenly behind her.

"My shoes!" Selene said. She proudly showed Rhys, Cassian and Azriel who all approved of her choice.

Rhys squeezed himself beside Feyre, trying to grab her bag "And what did you get?"

Feyre held it out of his reach. "None of your business, you'll see it on Halloween."

"Rude." Rhys said chuckling.

Sure enough Halloween was soon enough and Feyre and Mor got ready together.

Mor just put two golden hairclips that she found in her dressing table in Feyres hair and then they were already finished.

"How do I look?" Mor asked.

"Like the sexiest devil the world has ever seen." Feyre answered.

Mor grinned. "Thank you!" she said "Although I don't know if we chose the right costume for you, you still have that devilish glint in your eyes."

Feyre giggled. "Who's to say angels can't have fun?"

"That's my girl!" Mor said.

They went downstairs where everyone was already waiting. Selene was already jumping in excitement.

Cassian whistled. "So that's what took so long."

"It wasn't even that long." Feyre said.

"We are on time." Mor replied. "That you are waiting is alone your fault. What is that costume even supposed to be? A pirate?" she asked and nudged his head until it fell to the floor.

"We are cowboys!" Cassian said while picking up his head. "Your costume fits your personality perfectly by the way."

"I am surprised that Azriel isn't wearing a shirt that says "That's my costume" like last year. " Mor giggled.

While they bickered Feyres eyes fell on Rhys who was already watching her. She stood beside him as she said" Hey cowboy. "

He laughed quietly." You look like your straight out of heaven. "

Feyre groaned at the attempt of a joke. "Really? Come on, you can do better."

"Okay, everyone stay together! I want to take a picture!" Naya said. Before Feyre could debate of she was supposed to be on that picture Rhys already had his arm around her shoulder. Mor stood on her other side as Naya took the picture.

"Okay, now you can go." Naya said, kissing Selen on the cheek. "Have fun!"

Selene was already sprinting to the door in her pink princess dress as she said "Thank you!"

It wasn't a big round that they made with Selene but her little bucket was almost full to the brim when they came back. Selene excitement was the most precious thing that Feyre ever saw.

While Naya put Selene to bed, they all got comfortable on the big couch. Feyre and Mor nestled between Rhys and Cassian. Mor and Cassian shared a blanket, so did Feyre and Rhys. Mor tried to persuade Azriel into taking a blanket but he denied. So they all cuddled together and watched scary movies. At some point of the evening Feyre and Rhys cuddled closer together, Feyre realized that when she turned her head during an extra scary scene and found Rhys's shoulders there instantly.

November

During the first days of November Feyre tried to think of christmas presents for everyone but her mind came blank until she had the idea to draw paintings for everyone. It was hard to begin again but she found her way. She found a part of herself again she quickly realized while mixing colors.

So did she when Naya found her, paint splattered everywhere on her. "That looks beautiful." she said behind her.

Feyre took a look at the painting she did for Mor. It really looked good but it was far from finished. "Thank you." Feyre said.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Naya said. Feyre put her paintbrush down and fully turned to Naya.

"Did you already write college applications?" she asked.

Feyre was silent for a second. College. She threw that idea out of the window a long time ago, especially this summer when she realized nothing would change this year.

"No." Feyre said.

"Why?" Naya asked.

Feyre shrugged. "I didn't think I would even have the chance to go. After all I thought I would take care of my family and after school I would start to work full time. There wouldn't be any time for college." Feyre played with the seam of her shirt. "It doesn't matter anyways, my grades are too bad."

"I thought they improved." Naya said.

"They did!" Feyre said. They really did. Feyre finally had time to learn and she did, mostly with Rhys or Mor. "But they are still not college good, they won't be."

Naya nodded. "So you never thought about what you want to do? What you want to study?" No judgment, just curiosity.

"No." Feyre said. "I didn't."

"How about we are hiring a tutor?" Naya said. "You're not just missing stuff from this year, you are missing stuff from years before. We are hiring a tutor who helps you with this and we are applying you to colleges. There is a community College in the artists quarter." Naya smiled at her. "I bet you would like that."

"She would love that!" sounded Rhys's behind the door.

"Are you eavesdropping?" Feyre asked.

Rhys opened the door. "No! I just heard the part with the tutor and the community college. Trust me Feyre, you would love Velaris."

"How do you know?" Feyre asked.

"I just do." Rhys smirked. "They are supportive of a artist of all kind."

Naya nodded. "Does that sound good?"

Feyre smiled and nodded. Naya smile back. "Okay, good. I have to pick up Selene now but after that we can start on the applications."

"I can help too." Rhys said.

Naya was already out of the door when said "If Feyre wants that."

Rhys raised a brow at her. "Alright." Feyre said. "But let me clean up first."

"Take your time." Rhys said as he took the laptop that Naya gave her a few weeks ago, because without one she couldn't do any homework, and made himself comfortable on Feyres bed. "That's a beautiful painting by the way."

"Thank you." Feyre said and was glad that she already was in the bathroom because a blush began blooming on her cheeks.

When she came out again Rhys was already tipping something on her laptop. "Almost done."

"With what?"

"The Velaris application. Do you have some pictures of your art?" Rhys asked.

"Just on my phone." Feyre said.

"Okay, give me your phone." Rhys said. She did without asking anything. Rhys was quiet as he did whatever he did.

"The applications for other colleges will be a little more difficult but that's nothing we can't do." He said.

"Other colleges?" Feyre asked.

Rhys hummed. "Yes." he looked at her. "Even if they don't accept you at least you tried."

"They won't accept me." Feyre said.

"Not with that negativity, they won't." Rhys said.

Feyre chuckled. As Naya was away they worked on a few other applications and when she was back they just finished the last one.

"You're fast." Naya said. "I wasn't gone that long."

"You were gone for a while." Rhys said as he held Feyres laptop to Naya. "You can check if it's okay."

Naya sat down beside Feyre and tipped something a few times. "Perfect! Thank you, baby."

Rhys rolled his eyes at the nickname but smiled.

When Naya was gone again, Feyre turned to Rhys. "Did you already sent your applications?"

"Yup." Rhys said.

"Where?" Feyre asked.

"Why?" he asked, grinning. "Are you scared your gonna miss me?"

Feyre threw her pillow at him. Rhys laughed. "I applied in a lot of places."

"Okay, and what's the farthest?" Feyre asked him.

"A few hours." he answered.

Feyre rolled his eyes. "Okay, then keep it vague."

"Ten hours but chances are slim that I get accepted." he looked at Feyre and shrugged. "Don't worry Feyre darling, I won't be far."

"You really want to go there, hm?" Feyre asked.

Rhys shrugged again. "I don't know. My mom would probably be sad when I am that far away."

"Naya doesn't come across as this mother who would want you to consider her in your plans like that." Feyre said, picking a lint off Rhys's shirt.

He looked at that spot before he answered. "She isn't. She wants us to find our own paths."

Feyre smiled.

A few more days had passed when Mor, Cassian and Azriel sneaked into Feyres room.

"We got a plan!" Mor said. Cassian nodded approvingly. Feyre knew that they were planning a surprise party for Rhys's birthday tomorrow. When they told her she offered to distract Rhysand so they can decorate but she didn't hear anything again so Feyre thought they had found another solution.

"You're in the library tomorrow, right?" Mor asked.

Feyre nodded. "Yes, around 5."

"Thats perfect!" Cassian said. "It's on the other side of the city. You're going to the library near the old school, right?"

"Yes, I am helping my sister find a book but it shouldn't take long." she said. Feyre would find the book with Nesta and then instantly go home again, she wouldn't miss Rhys's birthday.

"That's not why we are asking, you need to call Rhysand after you're done and tell him to pick you up. It's a 10 minute drive there and 10 minutes back so we will have enough time to decorate. Azriel would shoot you a text when you have to call and another when you can make your way back home. " Cassian explained. Feyre looked to Azriel who nodded once.

"Okay." Feyre said. "Should I cry?"

"You can cry on commando?" Mor asked. Feyre nodded "I'll have to concentrate but I can do it."

Mor grinned. "Then you should absolutely do it! He will hurry and won't ask any questions."

Feyre smiled. "Alright."

Cassian high fived her as he walked by her. "You're our hero."

Feyre snorted. "You would have also found a way without me."

"No we wouldn't." Mor said. "Don't sell yourself so short." she couldn't reply anything because they already slipped out of the room. Sighing Feyre took the book from her nightstand and read until her eyes felt heavy and she fell asleep.

The next day Feyre sat on a park bench in a great mood. She already finished the book hunt with Nesta and they gladly found exactly what Nesta was looking for. This was the first time they voluntarily spent time together without any fights. Feyre took a sip from her hot chocolate that she got a few minutes prior together with a coffee for Nesta. When her phone vibrated she quickly fished it out of her pocket. It was the go from Azriel to call Rhysand.

She took a moment to get herself crying, shortly after tears were rolling down as she called Rhys.

"Hey!" he greeted her cheerful. "How's your afternoon with you sister?"

"Rhys?" she sniffed.

"Feyre? What's going on?" he asked.

"Can you pick me up please?" she sobbed.

Something rustled, no doubt Rhys standing up. "Of course, wh-"

"I am in the Park across the library near the old high school." Feyre said quietly. "Thank you."

"I am on my way." Rhys said.

"Alright, see you soon." Feyre said and hung up. As she waited for him she continued to sip her drink and looked around the park. For some reason the dogs were extra cute this day. She was just watching a puppy fighting to pick up a stick that was way to big when someone sat down beside her.

"Rhys!" she said when she turned her head. Relieved she threw her arms around him. He hugged her tightly and and softly stroke her hair. For a short, selfish moment she was glad that she lied to him, just for that hug.

"Did you fight with Nesta?" he asked worried.

Feyre shook her head. "No." she sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, I just want to go home."

"Okay." Rhys said, smiling affectionalety. He was about to stand up when she remembered that Azriel didn't give her the go yet. "Wait" Feyre said taking Rhys's hand. He stopped and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "I just wanna finish my hot chocolate."

"You can also do that in the car." Rhys said, amusement shining in his eyes. "There it is also warmer."

"But there aren't puppies." she said, pointing at the dogs.

Rhys leaned back. "If I am quick I can get one."

Feyre chuckled. "Maybe some other time."

Rhys took her hand in his and when she threw him an questioning look he said "Your hands are cold."

Feyre laughed. "My hands are always cold."

"They are colder than usual." Rhys replied.

She smiled and held her cup to him. "Do you want the rest of my hot chocolate? I have enough."

He took the cup "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's my birthday present fo your. " Feyre said.

"How generous of you." he said. "Though you already gave me a present."

She did, she drew him with Cassian and Azriel together. When she gave it to him, he hugged her and it was the first time that she felt generous gratefulness for something she did.

They quietly watched the dogs until her phone vibrated again and Azriel gave her the ok to go home now. She told Rhys that she was ready to go home now, he instantly was ready to bring her. Feyre would never not be grateful for this, that he gave her space and didn't ask questions when she wasn't ready to. The ride home was comfortable.

Feyre kept a step behind when they entered the house. As soon as he opened the door everyone yelled "Surprise!"

Rhys stopped immediately in his tracks and looked at Feyre "Surprise!" she said, laughing. "I am sorry, I lied."

"So, you're okay? There wasn't an emergency?" Rhys asked.

"Nope!" Cassian said, putting an arm around Rhys's shoulder. "We needed her to distract you for a while."

Cassian slightly pushed him forward to his family. Before they were out of reach Rhys took Feyres hand and tugged her with him.

The rest of the evening they all celebrated Rhys's together.

December

Feyre kept as silent as she could throughout december. Rhysanda birthday was lovely, it really was, but she didn't want anyone to remember hers. She never really celebrated her birthday, not even when her mother was still alive. It was just another day for her. Feyre was long over the point where she was jealous of people for celebrating. She just found peace in not celebrating for herself. No party, no cake, no one telling her happy birthday or singing for her. Except Elain, she wished her a happy birthday every year. Elain loved celebrating birthdays. Nesta didn't, although she was slightly nicer on Feyres birthday.

Even though Nesta didn't like celebrating birthdays Feyre managed to get her a cupcake every year. Sometimes even a small cake, so did Feyre for Elain.

A evening before Feyres birthday Naya asked Feyre on the dinner table what she wanted to eat for breakfast the next morning.

"I'll eat whatever you make." Feyre answered.

"I'd like to make your favorite." Naya said.

Feyre began shoving around the food on her plate. "That's not necessary, I'll eat anything."

Naya sighed. "I know your not fond of your birthday."

"How?" Feyre asked.

"Because everytime someone talked about birthdays the last month you dashed out of the room." Naya answered.

"Or you looked like you're about to throw up." Mor added.

"Or sad. You looked sad." Selene said.

Everyone looked at Selene while she stuffed chicken in her mouth.

"I am not sad and I am also not disgusted by my birthday, I just couldn't care less. It's just a typical friday."

"Saturday." Azriel corrected.

"Saturday?" Feyre asked and he nodded. "Okay, then it's a typical Saturday."

"Okay if you don't want to celebrate your birthday then let's celebrate the A you and Rhys got on your project and how your grades improved since you get tutoring lessons." Naya said. "That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"

"I guess." Feyre said.

"Okay, what do you want for breakfast?" Naya asked.

Feyre sighed. After a moment of thinking she said "French toast."

"French toast?" Naya said. "I didn't know it's you even like that, I would have made it sooner."

"I don't but it looks tasty and I never tried it." Feyre answered.

Naya smiled brightly "Then you get french toast!"

Later that evening Feyre was bored and found herself knocking on Rhysand door.

"Come in!"

"Hey!" Feyre said as she closed the door behind her. "I am bored at not tired at all."

Rhys patted the spot beside him "Do you want to watch TV with me?"

Feyre slid under the blanket and asked "What are we watching?"

"Whatever you want." he said and gave her the remote. She zapped until she found a cop show that sounded like it was alright. They watched quietly until Feyre said "I bet they're gonna be a couple."

"Why?" Rhys asked.

"The banter!" Feyre said. "He's goofy and she acts like she hates it but she doesn't. She loves it. They will be endgame, I am calling it."

Rhys snorted. "Sounds logical."

Again they watched quietly until Rhys asked. "You never celebrated your birthday since-you know..."

"Were poor? No and I didn't celebrate it before either." Feyre answered. "I am not trying to be humble I just really don't care about my birthday."

"Why?" Rhys asked, she knew he didn't mean why Feyre didn't care about her birthday.

"Because-" Feyre sighed. "I don't know. Maybe my mother forgot it or she didn't care enough. I never bothered to ask. It's too late now. Who cares?"

"I do." Rhys said.

Feyre smiled at him. "I know. Thank you."

"What about presents?" Rhys asked. Feyre shook her head.

"Does it sound bad when I tell you I hate her? My Mother I mean." Feyre said. "She wasn't a good mother. Neither to me nor my sisters. She pressed Nesta into a role Nesta never wanted. Not then and definitely not now. She just spent time with Elain to tell her how a lady has to behave and me- I guess she lost any hope with me from the beginning. I was always curious about the world outside and I always managed to get my dresses dirty, if it was splattered paint or dirt. You could say she managed to be a shitty mother in three different ways." Feyre sighed again. "Although sometimes I am torn. Sometimes I am glad that she left me alone and didn't want to squeeze me into the role of a lady but sometimes...sometimes I just wanted a hug." she shrugged. "I guess that's life. We can't always have what we want."

"It's not bad." Rhys said. "You have every right to hate her."

Feyre nodded.

She must have fallen asleep at some point because she woke up when someone softly shook her shoulder. "Feyre." Rhys whispered.

"What?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. When she opened them sunlight was already streaming into the room. Rhys was laying beside her, grinning. "Happy Birthday!"

"You're waking me up to wish me a happy birthday?" Feyre asked.

His grin grew wider. "Yes!"

Feyre groaned. "It could be happy if you would let me sleep."

"Nope!" Rhys said, already getting out of bed. He got to her bed side, took her hands and pulled her up. "Breakfast!"

"You're already dressed!" Feyre said when she fully looked at him. He just snorted and tugged her with him.

"Wait, I need to change and brush my hair." Feyre said.

"You look perfect!" Rhys said. "Breakfast gets cold."

"You're annoying, you know that?" Feyre asked.

"Just for you, Feyre darling." He said.

"I am honored." Feyre replied sarcastically.

Rhys just led her into the dining room and sat her down on the table, where she was alone. "I am back in a minute!"

She turned around to ask him what he's doing but he already vanished into the kitchen. Shortly after Selene came running to Feyre and hugged her. "Happy Birthday, Feyre!" she yelled. Feyre laughed and hugged her back. "Thank you, Selene."

When they parted Selene gave her a crown. "That's the birthday crown." she said. Feyre remembered it, Rhys had to wear a similar one on his birthday too.

"Are you sure?" Feyre asked. "It suits you way better than me."

Selene shook her head as she hopped onto the chair beside Feyre. "That's your crown!"

"Alright." Feyre said and put the crown on her head. As Feyre thanked her the kitchen doors opened and Rhys, Naya, Mor, Cassian and Azriel came into the room holding plates piled with food. After they put it on the table, Naya hugged her. "Happy Birthday my dear!" she said. They all hugged and congratulated her. Mor and Cassian were bickering who was first, so Azriel took the chance and hugged her. Then Mor and then Cassian. Rhys too, even though he already congratulated her, then he took a seat beside Feyre. While they ate Naya explained that she made French toast she had other ideas of what Feyre would like and then she ended up with all the meals.

When the doorbell rang Rhysand stood up to get it and Naya said "I know you don't like presents but we do have a little surprise for you." Naya smiled and looked behind her, to the door.

Feyre turned and there stood her sisters, behind them Rhysand. A surprised gasp escaped Feyres lips and she jumped up to hug them. When they let go, Mor moved to the other side at the head of the table and made room for Elain and Nesta between Cassian and Azriel.

Together they ate breakfast. With time they slowly warmed up to Feyres new home and the friends she already considered part of her family. Her sisters spent the whole day with Feyre and her circle of friends. Feyre told them about school and that she applied to a few colleges, especially community colleges and they told her about their time at college and that both of them got part time jobs. Nesta worked at a bookstore and Elain took a job at a near flower store. They told her that their dad got accepted for medical help and that he had his first appointment soon.

They stayed with Feyre until after dinner. Before they left Feyre invited them for Christmas. They accepted to come on the last day.

Christmas quickly arrived and they all found themselves in the living room on christmas morning. Feyre shouldn't have been surprised when Naya gave her a present, she should know her by now. Though she was surprised to find a brand new graphic tablet under the wrapper, surprised because she just told Naya once months ago that she loves likes digital art. As she hugged Naya and Naya explained that the boys helped her choosing one and getting all the extras, Feyre tried to hide her tears.

For a short moment she got insecure about her paintings until everyone unwrapped it and thanked her. Mor hugged her extra tightly.

The evening after her sisters came for dinner and they had a great time again. They ate and drank and laughed together.

In the week between christmas and new years there wasn't a day where Feyre didn't try to get used to her new tablet. She loved it but she quickly realized that it will take quite a while until she will create something remotely good.

On new years eve Mor barged into her room, telling her that they will get ready now. Feyre wasn't aware that they would have to get ready for the evening but during the time she lived there she learned to love getting ready with Mor, spending time with her. Feyre would even say Mor is one of her closest friends now.

Mor took a step back after they were ready to look at them both in the mirror. She always did a great job. Feyre was wearing a black, sparky top with black jeans and Mor wore a red silk dress. She braided their hairs in a similar style and did their makeup.

When they got downstairs guests began arriving and that's when Feyre remembered that Naya mentioned a party, Feyre just simply forgot. So she shouldn't have been surprised about Mor at all.

"There you are." Rhys said as they found them, his eyes on Feyre. "I've been looking for you."

"Well, you found as." Mor quipped. "I'll try to find Cassian and Azriel, see you later." she told them both.

Rhys nodded and when Mor was gone he said "You look beautiful."

Feyre smiled, looking down at herself. "Thanks to Mor, without her I would probably stand here in sweatpants."

Rhys laughed quietly. "I am sure you would have rocked that, too."

Feyre giggled. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"Oh, I know." Rhys said smirking. Feyre laughed out loud and smacked his arm. "Thank you." Rhys said, also laughing.

He didn't leave her side for the rest of the evening. He told her about the families who were attending the party and sometimes Naya joined them and introduced Feyre.

Shortly before the countdown started Rhys pressed a glass in her hand. She thanked him as Mor, Azriel, Naya, Selene and Cassian joined them. Then the countdown began. When the countdown was at 0 Rhys hugged her immediately. Then they hugged the others and wished each other a happy new year.

January

The next month was fairly uneventful. Feyre continued to get tutored and she definitely saw how her grades improved. When she wasn't learning or painting she spent time with Mor, Azriel, Cassian and Rhys. They visited the cinema, got out to eat or went shopping. Feyre was mostly shopping with Mor who had to push her to buy something. Feyre still didn't feel comfortable spending money but she was extremely grateful to have the opportunity to do so.

February

In february didn't happen much either. Feyre spent a lot of time with Selen, though. They did puzzles together, built snowmen and they baked cookies together with Naya. She also continued to watch the show with Rhysand that they had begun a day before their birthday. It was definitely their show now and neither could watch it without the other. Sometimes Cassian joined them because he already watched the show. He just laughed when Feyre threatened to kick his ass if he spoilered anything. When she told him that he meant it he replied "Oh, I know." Gladly he didn't spoiler anything.

Other days she spent together with Nesta and Elain. They mostly just talked about their lives. Nesta and Feyre still fought about little things but they quickly found solutions and it never blew up like it did before Feyre moved out. Elain told Feyre about their father's health and that he had to get surgery soon. Feyre was glad that they come forward in that regard, too. Finally things come together and Feyre felt content with her life as it is in that moment.

March

Feyre just came back from yet another meeting with her sisters. They just told her that their father just had surgery on his leg and that everything went fine, he just has to recover for now. As she closed the door she listened to hear where sound came from but it was all silent. She knew that Cassian, Azriel and Rhys were out doing the gods know what, Mor was out meeting her friend Viviane in a Café and Selene had a sleepover with a fired of her. She didn't know that Naya was gone, too.

"I'm home!" Feyre yelled.

"Oh, Feyre!" Naya shouted from the living room. "Come here!"

Feyre headed towards the living room, where Naya already waited, her hazel eyes on Feyre. "Mail came today." she said, holding some letters. Feyre sat down on the chair where Naya sat the night when Feyre lost her job.

"For me?" Feyre asked. Naya hummed approvingly "Mh-hm" and gave her the letters. Feyre looked at the addresses, it was all from colleges. She looked nervously to Naya "That's college replies."

Naya smiled. "Yes."

Feyre looked back at the letters, dread building in her stomach. It was a stupid idea. It was all to get her and she will be disappointed. She just held rejection in her hands.

"Do you want to be alone?" Naya asked.

"No, please stay." Feyre said, still looking at the letters. It was one college and three community colleges. She took the letter of the college first and opened it. She knew that one was definitely a rejection, that's why she opened it first and read it. "They don't want me. Rejection." Feyre said and laid that letter on the table. She wasn't that disappointed with this one, she knew from the beginning how slim her chances were to get into this one.

"It's okay." Naya said. "Community College is also good."

Feyre nodded and opened the next letter. This was a community college out of the city, a two hour drive away. As she read it she let out a sigh of relief. "I got accepted!" she said, showing it to Naya.

"Ses?" Naya said. "No need to worry!" she looked at Feyre. "Or not? You look a little disappointed."

"I am not disappointed." Feyre said. "I am glad! I will definitely go to college. It's exciting."

"But you want it to be Velaris." Naya spoke the words that Feyre couldn't speak.

"Yes." Feyre said, already opening the next letter, leaving Velaris last. That way a college that was just a few minutes away on foot. She read it and layed it down to the other rejection letter. "They are already full." Feyre said. "The can't take me."

Naya nodded. "That's alright." she smiled at Feyre waiting to open the last one. Velaris.

Feyre took a deep breath and opened the letter. She slowly read the lines, over and over again. Until she squealed "I got accepted! They want me! Velaris wants me!"

"Oh my god!" Naya said. "That's wonderful! Congratulations, my dear!"

Feyre jumped up and hugged Naya. "I will go to Velaris! I am going to Velaris!"

They broke the hug and Naya smiled "You will! I am so proud of you, Feyre."

Feyre has to try hard to not start crying. Naya told her a few times that she was proud of Feyre but she still wasn't used to these words. Words she always wanted to hear but never did.

Feyre looked to the table where a lot of other letters where laying on four different piles. "Are these replies for Mor, Rhys, Azriel and Cassian?"

Naya nodded. "Yes. I think most of them already applied. Except for Mor, I know for a fact that she send out a few more and I think there are missing two replies for Rhys." Naya looked sadly at Rhys's pile of letters. "But the most important ones are there."

"The most important ones, hm?" Feyre said. "Are you scared that he could move so far away?"

Naya sighed. "Not scared, just worried and now that you're all getting closer to graduating it's just coming out a little more." she huffed a laugh. "And don't remind me how quiet it will be when you're all out at the same time. You know, it's kind of funny. It feels like yesterday that I held baby Rhys in my arms but it suddenly feels like four years are an eternity." Naya sat a little straighter. "I am sorry, Feyre, I didn't want to dump this all on you."

"You know, he's not out of the world. There are still phones and chats and videochats. There are also holidays. Just because he's not here doesn't mean he's gone." Feyre said. "And it's okay, you can always talk to me. It's an honor, actually."

Naya laughed again. "I will remember that." she stood up and kissed the top of Feyres head. "Thank you."

Feyre just smiled as Naya left the room.

Mor was the first to come back home. When she saw the mail she didn't lose any time and, other than Feyre, she instantly opened the letter of the college she was rooting for. Mor yelped in surprise and jumped up "I am in!"

Feyre jumped up with her and hugged her tightly. While waiting for Azriel, Rhys and Cassian Mor opened the other letters. Most colleges accepted her, just a few rejections.

Next came the boys home. Azriel and Cassian instantly went to open they letters. They shared a look and then grinned. They both got accepted into the same college. After everyone congratulated them everyone looked to Rhys.

He stood up and said "I am opening them in my room." and then he was already gone.

When he didn't come for dinner either Feyre decided to bring the dinner to him. So she found herself standing in the hall, knocking on his door.

"No." he said.

Feyre took a small step back. "I have dinner for you. I thought you might be hungry."

It was quiet for a few seconds until he said "Come in."

Feyre opened the door with her elbow, not wanting anything to fall from Rhys's plate, and closed the door with her hip. She found Rhys sitting in his desk, one letter laying in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Feyre asked. "Are you scared?"

"Scared?" he asked, taking the plate from Feyre. "I don't even know what I want the outcome to be."

"Then..." she sat on the edge of his bed. "What would be something positive?"

"It's the best college I've applied for. It's what I have been working for." he said.

"And something negative?" Feyre asked.

"It's far away. It's far from home..." he sighed.

"From your mom." Feyre said. Rhys looked at her and nodded. "Remember what you told me? That your mom wants you to find your own way? Rhys, you'll be just at college. You're not gone forever. There is something like the internet, you know?" he rolled his eyes. "You can text your mom, you can FaceTime her or even just a normal phone call. You can visit on breaks or even on weekends." Feyre said.

Rhys took the letter and held it to Feyre. "Can you open it? Please."

Feyre took the letter. "I can but are you sure?" Rhys just nodded.

"Alright." Feyre said and opened it. She read it, looked at Rhys and then down to the piece of paper in her hand. "We are glad to inform you..." Rhys loosed a breath that Feyre didn't realize he was holding. "I am in?"

"You are!" Feyre said, giving back the latter. "Congrats!"

Rhys laughed and hugged her. "I did it!"

"Go tell your mom!" Feyre said laughing.

He nodded and ran out of his room. Feyre could hear him a few times yelling "Mom!"

Feyre just checked her phone. She already texted Nesta and Elain about Velaris and they both congratulated her. After replying she stood up and was about to go to her room when Rhys came in again.

He hugged her again. "Thank you."

She laughed. "All I did was reading the letter..."

"No." Rhys said, looking into her eyes. "That's not all you did, you know that."

She smiled at him. "I just want you to be happy."

He smiled back at her and for a moment all Feyre could think about was that it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Quickly she realized how closer they were until she cleared her throat. "I should get ready for bed."

Rhys blinked and stepped back. "Yes, of course."

She threw him an apologetic smile and went to her room. When she looked at the time she realized it was 8:29 and it was the dumbest thing she could have said.

April

It was the first day of the year that Feyre didn't bother to wear a jacket, or even take one with her. She sat at the park like she usually does after meeting Nesta and Elain. They told her about their fathers recovery and that everything went well. His leg would never be back as it once was but he would get more freedom and movement with his leg. Finally, after years. Feyre was watching the nature in this park, how spring bloomed. Though it was beautiful she couldn't get Rhys out of her head. Since they got so close in his bedroom there was tension between them. Their encounters were just awkward since then.

She sighed and drank the last sip of her coffee.

"Can I sit with you?"

Feyre looked at Rhysand. She huffed a laugh. "Of course."

He sat down. "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about you." Feyre said.

"Oh?" Rhys said. "What were you thinking about?"

"You." Feyre answered and grinned when he rolled his eyes.

"What about me?" he asked.

Feyre sighed. "It's awkward between us since...you know."

"Wow, straight to the point." Rhys said. "Yeah, I know." he looked away for a moment until he looked back at her. "Listen, I'm sorry. If you are not interested, please tell me. I don't want to make things awkward..."

"I didn't say it's your fault." Feyre interrupted.

"So you're saying it's your fault?" Rhys asked, raising a brow.

"I ran away, remember? Like a coward." Feyre said. "I'm sorry."

"That's why I am saying if you're not interested..."

"It's not that I am not interested." Feyre said, plying with the empty coffee cup in her hand. She wished she didn't already emptied it.

"So you are interested? What is it then? Ary you scared?" Rhys said.

Feyre blew out a breath. If he just knew how right he was. It took a lot to admit it but Feyre said "Yes."

"Of what?" Rhys asked.

"At the beginning of the school year, when you wanted to help me, I didn't want to. I didn't want to be vulnerable but in the end I gave in and I am glad I did. I am glad I was vulnerable with all of you but.." Feyre looked Rhys in his eyes. "That's another kind of vulnerability and that scares the shot out of me."

Rhys was quiet for a second. "Didn't you date before me?"

"I did." Feyre said. "But they weren't my best friend and when we broke up I wasn't at the risk of losing my best friend, too."

Rhys smiled. "I didn't know I was your best friend."

"I was just talking about that I don't like to be vulnerable, why would I tell you?" Feyre said.

Rhys snorted. "How about a test? A...trial?"

"Elaborate please." Feyre said.

"I mean, we'll just give it a try but we don't label us as dating, or as a couple or anything and when we graduate we decide if we want to make it official or not." Rhys said. "How does that sound?"

"Will we tell people?" Feyre asked.

Rhys replied "Not if you don't want to."

Feyre would love to yell it from the rooftops but still she shook her head. "Not yet."

Rhys smiled. "Okay."

Feyre grinned. "Okay."

Rhys tucked a strand of her that fell out of Feyres ponytail behind her ear and leaned a bit forward. Feyre met him halfway and kissed him. His lips were warm abnd sift when they met and the butterflies that Feyre always successfully ignored around him felt like fireworks. She slid a bit forward, wanting to be closer to Rhys, needed to be closer to Rhys. He slid a hand behind her neck. As she slightly parted her lips someone cleared their throat behind them. Feyre winced and parted from Rhysand as she turned her head to the sound. There stood an older lady throwing them a murderous look. "Teenagers." she grumbled and walked away.

Feyre and Rhys looked at each other and laughed. Rhys stood up and held his hand towards Feyre. She took it and he helped her up. They didn't let go of their hands as they walked through the park.

"What now?" Feyre asked, throwing away her empty cup as she walked by a bin.

"Now we will go on a date. The best date you've ever been on." Rhys said.

Feyre snorted. "Having a date isn't very secretive."

"Kissing in the park isn't very secretive either, Feyre darling. We always spent time together and nobody asked if we are on a date, nobody will ask if we just decide its a date." Rhys said.

"You're right." Feyre said.

"Wow." Rhys said. "I think I never heard that out of your mouth."

"Shut up." Feyre giggled. "I take it back."

May

Rhys definitely kept his promise of taking Feyre on the best date. Or Feyre should say dates. They were on multiple dates the last two weeks. They began sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night, though they never went farther than kissing and cuddling at this point. They both decided that they would take this step if they decided to stay together. At this point they were just content to be with each other, spending time together. Now that the exams were pretty soon they also learned together. Sometimes it was just them, even if it ended more in constant flirting than learning, and most of the time Cassian, Azriel and Mor were with them.

At night they just laid together, talking about their day or telling each other stories or about the upcoming exams.

In school nothing really changed, just that their hands brushed each other more often when they were walking close together. Like they always did before they parted ways and took their exams.

At the beginning of the month Naya took Feyres measurements and they talked about the dress she wanted to wear on her graduation. Feyre sketched it for her how she had it in mind. Naya took a look at it and said "Okay."

"Okay?" Feyre asked. "You can really do that? If it's to much you can leave..."

"No." Naya smiled. "I can do that, without leaving anything out. You will get your dress."

Feyre quickly hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

Naya just smiled and kicked her out of the room.

"Do you thi k there are parallel universes?" Rhys asked Feyre one night while he played with her hair.

"Absolutely." Feyre answered. "I am wondering what my parallel universe self is doing on a daily basis, actually."

"Really?" Rhys asked. Feyre nodded and asked "What about you? Do you believe in parallel universes?" as she drew invisible patterns on his arm with her finger.

"I think so." Rhys said.

"You think so?" Feyre asked.

"I am not as sure as you are." he smiled. "but yes, I think so."

She drew that invisible pattern up tho his bizeps. "I am really enjoying that."

Rhys took her hand. "Me too." he leaned forward and kissed he. "Very much."

As she looked at Rhys she suddenly wished she had more time. She realized that he was going to college, so far away. She was going to college, staying here. No, she couldn't think like that. Not yet. They still had time. They had time. She smiled as she tucked a hair away that fell into Rhys's face.

June

It was time. The last exams took place weeks ago and now it was time to graduate. The day Feyre worked for. She especially worked hard for it this year. She successfully worked on improving her grades, her tutor even praised her for working hard. Even if she achieved a lot this schoolyear she couldn't shake the sadness off. Not even seeing how happy everyone was or seeing herself in the stunning dress that Naya made lightened her mood. Her heart just felt heavy. The people she grew so close with the last ten months were all parting ways now. Yes, they would meet on holidays and chat but they parted. They were all visiting different colleges now.

"Wow." Rhys's voice sounded behind her.

She put on a smile and turned around. "Hey handsome."

Rhy laughed as he embraced her. "You look beautiful."

Feyre smiled up at him, grateful that he's with her and grateful for distracting her previous thoughts. "Thank you. Naya really has outdone herself, the dress is exactly how I imagined in."

Rhys kissed her cheek. "Although it wouldn't be half as beautiful without you in it."

Feyre blushed and waved a hand "Stop."

Rhys took the moment they were alone and kissed her. "I mean it." he took her hand. "Come on, mom is probably already waiting for us."

He led her downstairs where everyone already waited. Mor saw her first and was instantly at her side. She tugged her away from Rhys.

"You look stunning." Feyre said.

"Thank you!" Mor said. "But look at you!" she whirled Feyre once. "You look drop-dead gorgeous!"

Feyre squeezed Mors hand as a thanks and they joined they boys where they stood. Shortly after Naya came in and told them to stand together for the pictures. It took some time until Naya was satisfied.

Then they were on their way to the school. It was all a whirlwind of hectic and stress and nervousness. Feyre barely recalled various speeches until her friends names where announced. Seeing them walking up there onto the stage made her proud. She tried her best not to cry.

Then it was her turn, her name got announced. She heard the cheers of her friends as she shook the principals hand and when she turned around to the people who watched their loved ones graduate, she saw them. Naya and Selene, Naya standing to take a picture of her. Beside them the two people who shared the same name, the same hair color, with her and to her surprise Nesta stood too, taking a picture of her. Feyre smiled and for the first time she could see genuine pride in Nestas eyes, for Feyre.

It was over faster than she thought and shortly after she found herself with her circle of friends under a tree waiting for Naya, Selen and Feyres sisters.

As they joined them, Naya hugged Rhys and Feyre went to her sisters. "You came." she said.

"Of course." Nesta said. "You invited us."

"We wouldn't want to miss your graduation." Elain said.

She felt the attention of her friends on her. Feyre smiled and said. "Thank you, it means a lot to me." and hugged both of her sisters.

After that she went to hug Naya, who patiently waited for her turn.

The hours after they spent celebrating at home until long after midnight.

Feyre took her time getting ready for bed until she was sure everybody slept, then she went to Rhys's room.

"I just wanted to come to you." he said when she entered.

She smiled at him. "I was faster."

They were quiet, just looking at each other. Rhys put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"We graduated." Feyre broke silence.

"We did." he replied. He probably saw the look on her face. His face fell and he said "You made your decision?"

"Please, just listen before you say anything, okay?" Feyre said.

He nodded.

"I realized that we are going to college. You shouldn't be shackled to me." Rhys opened his mouth but closed it again, remembering that Feyre told him to let her talk. "You're going to be so far away and I just think you should enjoy college. Go on dates, have hook-ups. I don't know that the typical college experience is but you should experience it, without me. That's the years you should enjoy, Rhys."

"I enjoy being with you." he said. "I want to be with you."

"You're saying that now and in ten years you wish you would have chosen different." Feyre said.

"How do you know?" Rhys asked.

"I don't but I also don't want to be the reason you couldn't enjoy college. It's your time, I don't want to hold you back." Feyre said.

"You wouldn't hold me back!" he said. "You could never."

Feyre sighed. "How about a deal?"

Rhys raised his brows. "A deal?"

"Yes, a deal. You're going to live the college experience and if we want this relationship after the four years, then we will have this relationship but not before graduating college." Feyre said.

"You're so stubborn." Rhys sighed. "Okay, I'll agree under one condition."

"And that would be?" Feyre asked.

"WE are going to live the college experience." he said. "You have to go to at least three dates a year."

"But that same counts for you." Feyre said.

"Yes." he nodded.

"Okay." Feyre said and held her hand to him, he shook it. "Deal."

They rest of the summer they still spent time together. Both of them or going on adventures with their family until it was time to say goodbye to everyone. The night before Feyre and Rhys both cuddled and a lot of tears fell, but Feyre didn't regret her decision to make the deal with Rhysand.

As Feyre moved into her new college dorm she already found her roommate. She introduced herself as Ressina.

The college was perfect for her, she instantly felt comfortable at Velaris. Though there was that nagging feeling that just wished Rhys was with her.

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[abueverything]

Chapter 1 part 4

My connection with money goes back as far as I can remember. See I come from a family that believes in taking care of the young ones but once you hit eighteen you’re on your own. As much as I mom will never admit my grandmother played an important part in our lives as an extension or a life credit source especially in the years when my father moved out and my mom assumed the single mother role. My memories are faint but I do recall such words as thank you for helping and my mom having conversations how tough it is for her and she could use a little help. The elder at that time were many and didn’t mind helping the eldest daughter who gave birth to the eldest grandchild and eldest and only great newphew from my mothers side. The family is small now but at that time there was like three or four generations living at one time. I would receive money for my birthday, Christmas, school shopping and I would always make out like a fat rat when I went to New York to visit Grandma, Grandpa and all the family that was in New York. Sometimes I come back with like four to six hundred dollars. Those were the good old days. I learned about the value of a dollar quick because my financially savvy mother who worked while supporting me and my father worked at a bank so I had a bank account since like seven or eight or maybe even earlier. I remember day like saying lets order pizza and I’ll pay for I remember going half with her on a 38 or 40 9 inch tv which was like cool at the time (this was back in the nineties). When my father was around when I was much younger he had a good job because she was a smart man, an engineer to be exact. I remember him giving dollars bills for the hell of it and the value moved up to fives than tens then twenties. I thought I would get fifties but it never happened.

For school they always made sure I had money to go to school with mainly to eat and they would give me like five dollars day. Well when I wanted something I would go hungry so I could save and splurge on what I liked. I remember buying Tupac cd All Eyez On Me and Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death. Without the help of somebody teaching me I learned how to save and manage money so I didn’t blow it all at one time. That was truly my first hustle saving and managing my money. My second experiencing with hustling came in my junior year when I was in between a school transfer. I found out my coach was keeping letters from me and I had enough so I decided to corner my mom into transferring school explaining my basketball career was on the line. I ended up at a neighborhood school though it wasn’t my home school. I fell on hard times and decided to buy like 24 packs of soda sell a can for fifty cents. Hey I must have been doing something right because the kid who sat across from me started doing the same thing.

Now that I look back on those situations God was always preparing for the situation I’m in today. If you told me that I was going to end up in a state hospital barely escaping life in prison without the possibility of parole I would of told you what the hell are you smoking. My destiny was in the NBA on the bench or getting little minutes or at the least overseas getting a few millions. But you can’t escape God’s will and his plans if that is what he has in store for you. You see God is in everybody life but for some he is a little more active and I will take that because if he is not active in your life than you have no purpose and without him who will save you and come to your aid. Each situation between me and money was grooming me to become the business savvy individual I am today. Each situation was a learning tool and don’t think that I just live it than understood. No I had to reflect, meditate, contemplate all that stuff to truly understand how all that I went through hand was going to go through was business in its smallest form. Now I will get to my earlier street experiences in the street life in the next chapter, but it is important to see that your life is not just yolo (you only live once) or it means nothing. Life is about evolution and growing while learning. See you only take the wisdom you acquire with you to the next life and everything else falls to the waist side. So one may say what wisdom is there in business. Business itself is not he wisdom the wisdom is in the concepts and philosophy I acquired. You see people say there is no way to create a utopia society but I beg to differ. I could create a utopia and a thriving one all from business and commerce. I mean imagine a place where everybody eats, no one is starving and everybody can get what they need to survive while the government still functions and takes in money. I know you can’t imagine that because as of know they use business as a tool to control and discriminate and create wealth gaps. One of my many skills I acquired was I’m able to look at the structure of activity of the business and tell you how to duplicate what they are doing on a more efficient level, I can tell you how they are probably getting their money, or I can tell you how to undercut them. This wasn’t made possible doing business from a young age this was made possible by understanding the concepts, and practices that made up my business activities. I look at my life right now and as an adult I only had one mentor and that was only less than a year so everything that I got and acquired as far as understanding and comprehending came from doing than meditating on it and reflecting. Meditation is pretty strong in the right hands.

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[arius6454]

When I got back with Klaus, I didn't know what to think about my family's home being destroyed.

"Jade, I'm so sorry," he apologized, his sincere gaze meeting mine right after.

"Klaus… we have started a war," I stated. Suddenly, I saw mom come into view as she growled and pushed him out of her path. Fortunately, I pushed Klaus out of the way in time, getting hurt in the process. I never understood her hatred till when I was 18. My mother and father had told me that I would be allowed to date, but only if they were a Wolf shifter. My mother assumed that me hanging out with guys meant that I like them which was extremely wrong and just some sort of misunderstanding.

I shook my head and mustered up my sharp nails, my mom knowing full well that I had taken her actions seriously. She then frowned and walked away to wherever she had to go, not wanting to start a fight with her daughter over some boy… or a dragon. Transforming back into my human form, a smile appeared on my face once I realized my sleeves hadn’t been ruined due to changing my form. But having clothes on did feel really nice.

"Klaus," I called out as I saw a serious look on his face. He faced me, before looking at a little cut I had gotten on my neck due to my mom’s actions. Noticing he was deep in thought, I couldn’t help but glance at him, butterflies erupting in my stomach.

He was considerably handsome, his slick black hair and his beautiful black eyes fitting his demeanor. Before knowing him, I noted that he tended to appear as a cold person but was a compassionate person at heart. Maybe it’s because he cared for me that I liked him. Or maybe it’s because he treated everyone equally or there were just more reasons I liked him that I hadn’t taken notice of yet. Either way, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I didn’t care what my clan had to say with their ‘Don’t date or marry a dragon’ nonsense. From the nice things he had said and done to our past hangouts and to his lips, I liked him for him. At that moment, he looked up at me, catching me in the act.

“Why were you looking at me like that?” Klaus asked and I felt my cheeks burn red. I guess I’m doomed.

“…Maybe it’s because whenever I look at you, my brain seems to stop working,” I confess, my eyes focused on the ground. I didn’t know how to confess or how to scream out my feelings and it was nerve racking.

Klaus folded his arms, his eyebrows raised. “Do you… like me?” he asked as I felt his gaze on me. He really had to hit the mark, didn’t he?

A sigh escaped my lips as I thought of a response. A response that wouldn’t ruin our relationship or my relationship to my clan.

“I don’t like you, Klaus. I love you. I love you more than anything,” I explained, shutting my eyes in embarrassment. What kind of response was that since that had got to be the worst confession ever-

“I honestly never thought you’ll feel the same, Jade.” Klaus responded and it only made my heart skip a beat.

“You’re joking… right? And if you aren’t, then it means that you’ve liked me all this time?” I question, my head spinning at the thought of not realizing his feelings for me.

“I do love you but the reason for my aloofness was just… that I’m a dragon and you’re a wolf. People say we are incompatible but it didn’t stop me from liking you. However, it did stop me from thinking you’d like me back,” Klaus explained as he took his hand in mine.

A laugh escaped my mouth at his words. If only I knew he liked me, then I would’ve confessed earlier on.

“So… can I kiss you?”

(This isn’t my story. I helped the person edit their story so here’s their wattpad name: @LilyRaphael6. I would like to give a shout out to @youneedsomeprompts. Thanks for the prompts since it was really helpful and I’m shocked I used like four of them)

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[thecryptidcottage]

↳ continued from here ! ( @urbnlgnds )

         it’s the small moments like this that remind arlo why all of the painfully early mornings and long hours are worth it. getting to hold sawyer close like this, getting to actually feel how perfectly she fits in his arms as she settles against him ― it’s an odd juxtaposition, the way these softer touches serve to keep him sharp. arlo faust is not afraid to admit that every decision he’s made for the past few years has been for her ; he stayed with his parents as much as every ounce of him yearned to drop out, to run away and escape, because he wouldn’t be worth a damn without an education ; he enlisted, in spite of everything he ever told himself growing up, because he’d seen first-hand the benefits and security it could provide a family and he wanted to be able to provide that for sawyer. and the long hours he works ? he’ll never be able to say he can’t give her what she wants, the life she deserves, now and forever. who needs sleep ? sometimes arlo is convinced he could run off the love from his wife alone, as corny as that sounds. ( and he knows it does, but it’s a cliche for a reason, alright ? it’s true. ) well, that and coffee. he can’t count how many times he’s been nearly tempted into buying an espresso machine. but where would they put it ?

         ❝ in a perfect world. ❞ the response comes into the form of a sigh murmured into soft blonde waves and arlo squeezes her tight for a moment. ❝ you could get paid to give all of your attention to me all the time ― ideally by somebody who’s not me, some anonymous benefactor, maybe ― and then neither one of us have to work again, and we can just do this.  ❞ arlo grins at the thought ― a fantasy, really ― and tilts his head a bit to find her gaze. ❝ or i can just take you to work with me, and you can give me kisses when i do a good job. like gold stars. ❞ he pauses, and then his expression grows serious. ❝ only me, though. no gold stars for my coworkers. i work harder anyway. ❞ deciding that neither of them is moving anywhere any time soon, arlo sinks further into the sofa ; on the floor a few feet away, mumford stirs, and arlo eyes him warily. there is not enough room for all three of them on there right now, and quite frankly, he’s not in the mood to share sawyer. when he settles, arlo looks back toward sawyer. ❝ good. ‘cause you know i’d have to romeo-and-juliet it. i’d rather be in the ground beside you than have to face my mom trying to set me up on a date at your funeral, ❞ he teases. ❝ and then who would let mumford―❞ the dog’s ears twitch, ❝ ―out to chase the squirrels ? ❞

          arlo doesn’t relent in his kisses until sawyer starts squirming, but then he’s quick to wrap up his antics and settle down ; he’s taken an accidental elbow to the gut when he’s not heeded her warning before, and he’s too comfortable right now to take the risk. ❝ a vacation ? a vacation ? ❞ arlo sighs dramatically, tossing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. ❝ i could use a damn vacation. you think they’ll set me free for a week if i ask, or should i start planning to fake the flu ? i mean, it’s not like we live anywhere close to the base, i wouldn’t get caught. ❞ he peeks an eye open at her and fakes a cough. ❝ i’m already starting to feel faint. you might have to carry me to the bedroom. ❞

#↳ narrative ( arlo ) #↳ ft. #sawyer ( urbnlgnds ) #had to do it this way bc tumblr was being dumb and we started before i fully converted to beta #also it's so long but you already knew it ily #i love them sm ok fuck