#my mommy also does a little bit of weed i think but my dad was a big stoner in college

[beakerhoneydew]

Extremely excited to be 21 bc I'll have a whole new avenue to bond with my stoner dad

#my mommy also does a little bit of weed i think but my dad was a big stoner in college #and is still into it #(we live in a state where its legal now lol)

[kumkaniudaku]

Parenthood

Do I owe you other content? Yes. Am I working on it? Yes. Are you gone also take this Daveed short. You bet your sweet ass you will. 

For those that are new here, the reader is black. They will always be black. Cause we black over this way. 

“Tiny Tyrant is finally asleep and I found the weed I lost. It was...in his pajama drawer? I don’t know how it got there.”

Your eyes flickered from the rim of your wine glass to Daveed just as he closed the bathroom door with his foot.

“Did you grab the good stuff?”

“Let’s see. I have,” Daveed’s hand took a dive into his t-shirt to retrieve the items in question. “Barbeque pringles from the top shelf, gummy bears from the drawer he can’t reach, and a hot pickle from the shady gas station downtown.”

“Ooh, babe, when I said treat me nice, I didn’t know you’d bring high quality contraband. You really love me.”

“Only the best for the best, mon amour.”

“That’s your Lafayette reference for the month. No more.”

“One more or no pickle for you.”

Your eyes followed the pendulum swing of the pickle as Daveed held it between his index and thumb.

“Okay, one more. Gimme!”

Laughing, Daveed dropped the prized package into your lap before taking his place on the closed toilet lid.  For a while, you sat in comfortable quietness, listening to the hot water run while he flicked his lighter a few times to get a flame. Your foot hung lazily off the edge of the empty bathtub, swinging in time to a song you’d made up in your head.

This was unofficial Mommy and Daddy time. An hour window to give in to vices and escape the demands of your rambunctious two year old.

Taking a long pull from the joint tucked between his lips, Daveed shook his head.

“This was not what I expected from 38,” he laughed. “Hiding from my kid in the bathroom while I sneak and smoke awful weed. I’m not even high. I’m just doing this for the motion at this point.”

“I don’t get drunk anymore. This red blend is 13 percent alcohol and I and ’m guzzling the shit like grape juice. You think my mother is proud?”

“Yeah, for sure. Absolutely.”

His quick response made both of you burst into laughter. When motion was detected on the baby monitor, you quickly motioned for Daveed to quiet down.

“Last week, I spent like, fuckin’, two hours trying to get him to sing his ABCs with the music. He cried and would not stop until I played the Savage remix. I can’t even get him to learn.”

“At least he stopped crying. We cried together when I couldn’t make grilled cheese without the cheese, per his instructions. Apparently toast is not the same thing.”

“Did he throw it?”

“Yep. Took the whole thing apart and launched it right into my face. I ate it.”

You hummed your response with your eyes closed as you slouched further into the tub. “We’re awesome parents, huh?”

“I think so? I don’t remember my dad being this bad at changing diapers two years in but, like, he also didn’t know how to Woah so we’re even.”

“You also don’t know how to Woah.”

Daveed shrugged and exhaled a plume of smoke. “Touché.”

Shaking your head, you quickly refused his offer of the joint and took a small sip instead. “My mama was coming home from 8 hours shifts, making home cooked meals, helping with homework and cleaning the house at 36. I’m lucky if my shirt is clean from day to day.”

“You look cute, though. Those plaid pajama shorts are a favorite of mine.”

“I was gonna tell you that I’m loving the shirtless days. Keep that up.”

“Ah, thank your son. He loves spilling apple juice on my shirt. Every morning. It’s become a fun little game we call ‘Ethan, Don’t Do That.’”

“And then he does it?”

“Every time. I don’t think I know the rules.”

Daveed looked over to you with hooded eyes and shook his head at the way you seemed to sink deeper into the tub. He couldn’t tell if it was inebriation or exhaustion that had you looking so tired, but he identified either way.

“It’s not all bad though,” he started, ashing his joint in the waste bin. “Last night, he gave me a hug and a kiss and said he loved me before bed. I couldn’t even say it back without crying.”

“You’re right.  After the Savage remix, he did his ABCs without my help. We have to work on LMNOP, but he’s two. Letters are hard.”

“We’ve got the best kid in the world,” Daveed added with a smile.

“And the cutest.”

“For fuckin’ sure! Niggas are not trynna have a cute-off with him and those big ass teeth. Easy money.”

“Mhmm. Easy.”

Your response came with a deep sigh that grabbed Daveed’s attention. A small smile tugged at his lips while he watched your chest rise and fall with your light snoring. He quickly put out his joint before finishing the contents of your glass and placing it on the corner of the sink.

“Fuck, that’s strong,” he cursed, gagging as the the liquid began to burn his chest. “C’mon, party’s over, sweetheart. Time for bed.”

“But I didn’t get to eat my pickle.”

“We’ll save it for when our pride and joy is banished from the house for three days.”

“Ooh does that mean we don’t have to have silent laundry room sex this weekend?”

“Oui Oui, mon ami.” As soon as the words were uttered, Daveed’s eyes grew wide. “No, that doesn’t count.”

“It absolutely counts. No more for the month.”

You watched Daveed roll his eyes and prepare to exit the bathroom while you leaned against the room’s threshold. Every bit of him was passed down to your son, from his loud laughter to the neverending bouncing to some song that only they could hear. It filled you with love and resurfaced your quiet desire to try again before the wedding.

Looking down at your phone, you smiled. “There’s about 30 minutes until nap time is over. Trynna meet me in the laundry room?”

“You gon’ put the washing machine on spin and do the thing?” Daveed used his index finger to show a swirling motion, his eyebrow raised curiously.

“Won’t know until you follow me.”

You made a show of strutting from the bathroom after leaving your shirt at the entrance. Baby monitor in tow, his heavy footsteps beat against the hardwood floor to catch up and lift you into the air on the way to the secret meeting spot.

The house dictator couldn’t stop all of the fun.

#Daveed Diggs imagine #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs

[ushiwakaout]

Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is! 

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES 

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow 

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want 

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t 

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate 

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way). 

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest 

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY 

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent. 

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY 

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM  tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens 

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D 

its something like this:  female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures. 

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out 

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor 

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness  and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you 

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent 

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty 

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud. 

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.” 

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!” 

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids. 

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

#my hero #my hero academia #boku no her academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha hcs #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #tamaki #tamaki amajiki #tamaki x reader #tamaki x you #tamaki amajiki x reader #suneater #suneater x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #awkward amajiki #mha au #bnha au #dad tamaki amajiki #parent reader #tamaki x parent reader #mirio togata #nejire hadou

[keanuvibe]

Noses In Roses (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 4.5

A/N: well hi! I was sad so I did some writing y'all!!!! wowwww abby actually wrote something!!!! it's a miracle!!!!

Words: 2.8k (this is longer than I meant for it to be)

Warnings: none, good ole family fluff!

June 27th, 4:03PM

The afternoon summer sun poured into the kitchen, illuminating the space in a golden haze. Classic rock played over the small portable speaker John had gotten you last Christmas as your hands dug into some fresh bread dough; kneading it gently. Patterned footsteps and cheerful giggles of two little bodies could be heard from the backyard, signalling that your kids were having fun.

It’s been three and a half years since Heather was born. Since then, a few things have changed. First, you and John are married now. He proposed shortly after Heather turned seven months old, and you were joined in holy matrimony at the courthouse the following Monday. Of course, you couldn’t find a sitter for the occasion so James sat quietly playing his Gameboy while Heather slept in her car seat. Although once the kids were put to bed, you and John did celebrate that night.

Second, you adopted James. Over the course of your relationship, John had always made little comments about how much James loves you and sees you as a mother. And after Heather was born, the boy actually started to call you ‘mom’. It took a few years for everything to fall in place, but, on your birthday last year, John and James surprised you with the adoption certificate, proving that you are now the legal parent to your eldest. You were a blubbery, lovey, emotional mess for a couple days afterwards.

And the third thing to mention, you’re pregnant again; a couple days away from seven months. After careful consideration regarding both yours and John’s ages, the two of you decided to have one more baby. You wanted a sibling closer in age to Heather, that way she’d have someone to grow up with. Yes, James will always be there, but he’s six years older than her. What nine-year-old wants their three-year-old baby sister hanging around?

“Mommy!” Heather’s small voice hollered from the backyard; breaking your thought train. Hurriedly wiping the dough from your hands, you made your way to the sliding door.

“Yes?” You answered, stepping outside. The afternoon heat hit you immediately, but you pushed it aside. Resting a hand on your belly and furrowing your brows, you scanned the yard not immediately seeing your children.

“Where are you two?” You then yelled.

“Mom, you’ll never believe what we found!” James spoke, rounding the corner from the side of the house. He held a mischievous grin; a grin you’ve seen plenty of times. Whatever he’s about to show you probably isn’t going to end well.

“If it’s another gross bug, James, I swear-” You started, but the boy cut you off.

“It’s not! I promise! You’ll like this surprise, mom.” James grabbed your hand as he spoke, pulling you towards the side of the house he’d appeared from.

“Mhm, just like how Dad and I liked our ‘pond’?” You spoke sarcastically. When Heather was in her ‘terrible twos’ phase, the two of them got into the most trouble; Heather being the instigator, and James gas lighting her. One afternoon, they had filled the tub in yours and John’s bathroom with dirt, twigs, rocks, and even a handful of worms, before proceeding to fill the tub until it overflowed and ruined the tile and rugs. Of course, you had fallen asleep on the couch from pure parental exhaustion and didn't discover the scene until John came home an hour later.

“That was almost two years ago mom, you’re going to have to let it go.” James spoke with faux sincerity, finally rounding the corner. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to retaliate, however a very obvious bark caught your attention.

“Ta-Da!” Heather cheesed, grinning from ear to ear. Laying next to your daughter in the grass was a dog; A chocolate labradoodle to be exact.

“Oh my god- How- Whose- What?” You were stuttering over your words, too shocked to form a complete sentence. The dog perked it’s head up at your voice, tail wagging as the tongue hung out from its mouth.

“We found it!” James reassured, letting go of your hand and walking over to where they sat. Kneeling in the grass, your son began to pet the dog. It seemed to like the kids, not putting up a fuss wherever they touched it.

“Is this why you’ve been so quiet?” You pursed your lips, placing a hand over your temple and rubbing to ease the oncoming headache. The two of them chorused cheerful answers, even prompting the dog to let out a soft bark.

“Do you think dad will let us keep it?” James then asked, sadness clearly lacing his tone. You stepped closer to the dog, trying to form some sort of answer; but couldn’t think of one. The kids have been begging for a pet, ever since Heather was old enough to speak. You and John have been avoiding it, knowing you’d rather have your third baby then introduce a dog. But, I guess the universe had other plans for your little family.

“We’ll just have to see when he gets home.” You responded finally, kneeling next to the pet with a huff. You quickly looked over the animal, checking for a collar or any type of tags. It looked skinny as well, like it is malnourished and has been wandering for a bit; picking up a spare meal here and there.

“We found it in the field!” Heather cheerfully explained, pointing towards the open field behind your fenced yard. When John purchased this home, he also purchased the land behind him so no further development could be made. Living in New Jersey, it always baffled you how he’d managed to pull that off.

“Poor thing.” You spoke, a frown growing across your face. The animal gently lift its head from laying to look up at you. His tongue drooped from its mouth as it panted, the heat and fluffy hair not helping the fact.

“Is it a boy or a girl, mommy?” Heather then asked, lovingly grabbing its face and petting. You gently lifted the dog's leg to check before answering your daughter.

“It’s a… Boy.”

“Can we name him Rex? Like a T-Rex?” James mused, eagerly bouncing where he sat. You chuckled at his enthusiasm, however Heather was quick to join the decision making.

“No! I want Mr. Fluffy!”

“How about we choose names later, once Dad gets home.” You interjected yourself before a full fight was to break out. The two kids seemed in agreement, nodding quietly, letting the scuffle fade away.

“Let’s make sure he gets some food and water in his tummy.” You smiled towards your kids and the dog. The two of them nodded eagerly, probably also wanting a snack themselves. Using the side of the house for balance, you stood back up, resting a hand on your bump once again. James and Heather also stood, prompting the dog to jump up as well.

“Mommy, will the dog meet our new baby?” Heather's soft voice spoke. Her small fingers wrapped themselves around your own as the four of you made your way back into the house. Ever since you got pregnant, Heather has been fascinated. Her favorite thing is to feel the baby move and kick, and some days, she's even fallen asleep cuddling up to your belly.

“I'm sure he will, baby.” You smiled down at your daughter, ruffling her messy hair. She gave you a cheesy smile in return, showing her crooked baby-teeth.

Once inside, the dog seemed slightly intimidated by the new environment, however the comforting presence of the kids seemed to be helping. Firstly, you put your unfinished bread dough back into the fridge and turned off the radio before grabbing a spare bowl and filling it with water. James was quick to help, searching the pantry and fridge before pulling out the sandwich meat.

Setting down the bowl, you gently coaxed the dog over. He sniffed around the bowl before eagerly lapping up the water; spilling it all over onto the floor. Heather's giggle-fueled reaction only added to the silly situation. James gently set down a plate containing a few slices of the sandwich meat next to the water bowl. The dog sniffed the plate as well before realizing it was food and swiftly munched down the meat in a few bites.

The three of you hung around by the dog for a few moments before the sound of the garage door opening signaled that John is home. The familiar engine hum of his vintage vehicle echoed loudly before it was promptly cut off, and a few moments later the door to the garage swung open.

“I’m home!” The man called out, hanging his keys.

“Daddy!” Heather yelped, jumping off of a seat at the table and rushing over to her father. John bent down onto one knee, eagerly catching the little girl into his arms.

John, despite your wishes, still works as an assassin. When Heather turned one and things became more manageable, he insisted on going back. Money was the main reasoning, claiming the family will need more income with a new baby. You didn't agree, but went along with it anyways. John is going to do as he pleases anyways; you learned that early on.

“We found a dog!” James gushed, petting the animals head softly. Setting Heather back down, John's dark eyes met those of the dog, laying on the floor next to the food and water. The dog's tail began wagging at the interaction, and he popped his head up.

“How?” John asked, dropping the overnight bag on his shoulder and stepping over to the pet. You, James and Heather all looked at each other, hopeful for a positive reaction. Your husband gently knelt down, admiring the dog; his large hands then gently began to pet the animal.

“Behind the fence in the field, he was stuck.” James answered, “I had to jump it. I got a hole in my shorts because of it.” He added, standing up and showing off the small hole. Both you and John made eye contact at his statement, parental alarms blaring over the fact your son could jump the fence; nevermind the hole in his clothes. James is growing like a weed anyways, you buy him new jeans at least twice a month.

“Does he have a name?” John then asked, giving the dog a few more pets before standing back up.

“No, we were waiting for your input.” You smiled while answering your husband, waddling over to the table and taking a seat. Heather and James still sat around the dog, showering it with affection. John nodded, grabbing the bag he dropped and moving it out of the doorway.

“I want to name him Rex, and Heather wants to name him Mr. Fluffy. Mom didn't give an option, so, it's up to you, dad.” James explained, looking up towards his father. John nodded silently, joining you over by the kitchen table.

“Dog.” The man answered, looking towards his children. They sat quietly before looking between each other, almost having a silent conversation. The dog even let out a sigh, as though he too hated the name.

“That’s stupid.” James finally deadpanned, looking back towards John. You had to stifle a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. James, as you've come to learn, is basically a copy and paste of his father. He's strong-willed, confident and extremely dry-humored. Sometimes it's humorous, and other times it can be very frustrating.

“Well, maybe Mom should take part in the decision.” John then spoke, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder. You scoffed and leaned away from his touch, annoyed that your neutral ground has been destroyed. The mischievous smile that crossed your husband's face said all that it needed.

“Well, if you must have my input, I've always liked the name Winston.” You then spoke, looking between your family. James and Heather looked at each other again, having another silent conversation. The dog’s head shot up at the mention, eagerly panting.

“We like it.” Heather finally chimed in, a wide smile covering her cheeks. “Mr. Winston Wick.”

“Can we get toys for him?” James added, enthusiastically standing up, which also promoted Heather and Winston to get up as well. The pair jumped into an excited babble, Winston panting cheerfully below them.

“I think there's an old tennis ball in the backyard, if you want to go play right now?” You cut the two of them off, gesturing to the sliding glass door. Nodding, they quickly took off with the dog close behind. With a sigh, you looked up to your husband who was still hovering over your shoulder.

“I can't believe you let them keep the dog.” The humor that laced your tone caused your husband to let out a soft chuckle.

“I know we wanted to wait,” John began, pulling out the chair next to yours and sitting, “But the look on their hopeful faces? How could I say no?”

“A dog will be nice, though. Sometimes I get lonely when you leave.” You spoke, adjusting so you were comfortable and could face him better. Resting a hand on your bump, you let out a soft sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry.” John's response wasn't what you really wanted to hear. You wished he’d retire and stay home to help with raising the family. And with the third baby on the way, while you are very excited, you're also scared. The same fear you held while pregnant with Heather and after discovering his line of work; what if you lose John?

“James seems to have really bonded with the dog. God knows how long they've been hiding it from us.” You changed the subject, turning to face your husband better. Scanning the side of his face, you could see a small cut donning his cheek bone. Must've gotten that from his most recent job.

“It’ll be good for him, teach him some responsibility.” John chimed. His large hand gently placed itself on your bump, thumb rubbing circles. The baby kicked at the feeling; always getting extra jumpy and excited when John touches you. This pregnancy, you wanted to keep the gender a surprise. Honestly, you weren't hoping for a girl or boy; just as long as the baby is healthy. Being an ‘older’ mom, the risk of complications are higher. So far, however, it's been easy. In fact, this pregnancy has been easier than Heather was.

“He's quite responsible already. He basically helped me raise Heather on the days you were gone.” You answered, placing your smaller hand atop John’s. “He’s such a brilliant boy. I can't believe he’s going into the fifth grade this fall.”

“If you keep reminiscing, you're going to cry Darling.” John’s voice gently spoke. You couldn't help but chuckle and sniffle down some tears that threatened to escape.

“Sorry,” You humored, standing up from the table and grabbing a tissue. “But, he’s basically become the man of the house, though. He helps with chores, and even learned how to mow the grass so I wouldn't have to.”

“We can hire a Maid and Gardener.” John deadpanned, standing up from the table and stepping over to you.

“With your career, I don't trust a lot of people. Aurelio is the only one allowed past the driveway.” You didn't mean for your words to come out harsh, but they did. John knows how you feel about his job, especially now that your kids are the perfect ‘kidnap and hold for ransom’ age. You don't even want to be reminded of when Helen kidnapped James.

The man didn't respond, instead his face told all that it needed. He was upset, understandably, but he knows and understands why you lashed out. It's not easy trying to keep your family a secret from your job and vice versa. Especially when your job is highly dangerous and deals with world class criminals.

“I’m sorry, you just got home. Let's not argue.” You sighed, stepping up to your husband. Grabbing his hand, you pulled yourselves as close as your bump would allow. John complied, placing his hands on your sides to hold you tighter.

“No, you're rightfully upset.” The man's voice was soft, almost a whisper. He gently kissed the top of your head before your lips met. Running your hands up his suited chest, a quiet sigh of relief escaped your lips as the kiss broke. The two of you rested your foreheads together, a silent gesture of romance. Your relationship is strong; the love you hold for John trumps your hate of his profession. All that matters is when he comes home and leaves the harsh reality of work behind, he’s greeted with a happy home and family.

“I love you, Mr. Wick.” You spoke gently, running your fingers through his long hair. A small smile overtook his face as he answered.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wick.”

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu x you #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fanfiction #john wick fan fic #keanu reeves fanfic

[peak-dumbass]

Thoughts on Sons of Garmadon cuz redesigns :]

Also instead of watching all of the season and then adding my thoughts later I instead took notes while watch the season so that’s why this post is incredibly long, sorry about that :/

Anyway enjoy :>

Sorry for the accidental posting and I don’t want to rewrite everything so here’s from the original post

Lloyd reading the title of the episode also caught me off guard the first time I watched this

Basically Lloyd caught me off guard entirely the first time I watched this

Also his eyebrows are now THICC

“Still thirsty?”

...

I can see why people like Nya a lot (._.’)

Nya’s badass and f—king love her

Also the water bubbles she makes look really nice

Jay mimicking Cole is adorable

The first time we see them after a year and the first thing we see them do is argue and disturb a group of people that took a vow of silence 

I love them

“Did I call you at a bad time?” They’re in the middle of a fight with the mechanic, what do think?

Also Pixal calling Lloyd “Master Lloyd” :’/

“Whoever said fight fire with fire clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.” “Hey, you’re stealing my lines!” I love you Kai

“Who likes ice cream? I do! How was that line Kai?” I love you Zane

Them teasing Lloyd for his deeper voice and them just genuinely having family fun bonding time just fills me with such happiness that I can’t describe with words :’’’’’’’’>

Misako abandons Lloyd yet again, and she was just starting to act like a good mother in Hands of Time >:/

Jay is not understanding a single thing being said to him, but at least he’s trying 👌

Their excuse for not mentioning the royal family throughout the series is “they like their privacy”? Really? Like really? Are they expecting us to believe this bullish-t? 

Lloyd seeing Harumi for the first time: Can You Feel The Love Tonight🎶

Now Cole’s the only one who hasn’t had a crush in the series he is so gay and the writers can’t convince me otherwise

Can I just say the lighting for the inside of the place is beautiful? Cuz it is.

Also I just realized Cole’s the only ninja that isn’t wearing sleeves on his ninja suit, that’s cool👌

Since Harumi’s natural hair color is white, does that mean she’s albino?

“The maskes must never be reunited” Says the person who reunited the mask >:/ I know she’s acting good here but still

“No thank you, I actually gave up sweets. My body is a temple.” The moment I heard that for the first time I was like “WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY BOI?! WHO HAS HURT HIM?!”

Lloyd, stop stalking the princess, that’s illegal >:|

“Don’t worry, we’re ninja, we’re experts at this kind of thing” They proceed to loose the mask, let their main villain onto their ship, and Lloyd gets a crush on her :/

Grade A ninja-ing right there 👌👌👌

I’m on episode 2 and seeing Harumi acting nice and sweet and connecting with Lloyd and knowing that she’s faking all of it, I just feel so so so so bad for Lloyd :’<

Cole, don’t try to give Lloyd advice about girls when you aren’t even attracted to them

Ok so I procrastinated a bunch on doing this for some reason so Yee, let’s continue

I’ve only seen Mystake for 1 scene and if anything ever happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and myself

Oof I’m now sad and realize why everyone likes her

Ok so we all agree the tea Mystake gave Jay and Lloyd to see the drawings move is weed right? Or had weed in it?

Why is Cole hiding in a garbage bin when Zane is using a perfectly good newspaper? Also oh boy can’t wait to see Rocky DangerBuff and Snake Jaguar in action :3

The way Snake walked into the bar Jesus

and I’m trying to watch this without skipping it cuz to me the whole thing is very awkward and I can’t stand awkward stuff like this but I also heard there was glacier so I’m gonna try to watch this without yeeting my phone and burying my face in my pillow

Chloe: Snake is gorgeous and we stan

Me: I know he’s beautiful look at him, he’s amazing

He’s bad boi and baby boi at the same time and I love him

Just added Cole into a scene with the ninja when he’s actually still kidnapped by UV so noice job Ninjago HQ 👏👏👏

Zane looks so weird in the flash of Wu finding him dear god

Stop bothering him Cole, let Zane Rp as Snake for a little bit longer

DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE

Cad is what Cole would have named the baby if it didn’t turn out to be Wu cuz Cole + Dad

Ali: "Why cad?" "Its cooler than Chad cause you take out the h for hoe"

Ali/clumsy you’re a genius

”you didn’t think it would that easy, did you?”

Guys is weird to think that UV is 100 times hotter after saying that line?

Mommy UV vs Dad Cole, Mommy UV is fighting Dad Cole for the baby

Oof I remember what’s gonna happen to Zane y’all and I’m not happy plz Mr.E stahp plz

Mr.E to the SOG after he kicks Zane’s ass: Guess who just got murdered!

“Not all men-“

Me: You’re right, Zane Ninjago would never do this

Mr.E: I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way to kick Zane’s ass :D!

Cole is Pearl from SU confirmed, he was staring at baby Wu sleeping

Harumi: Maybe we can use this blanket at a Parachute?

Lloyd: What do this is a cartoon?!

Lloyd proceeds to do the exact thing he said wouldn’t work

Also Harumi is the best actor I’ve ever seen like seriously 10/10 👌 actor, playing with Lloyd’s heart strings like she’s been doing it for years

“How to be a heartbreaker” is Harumi’s jam and theme song

SO I WAS ADDING MY THOUGHTS ON HERE AND TUMBLR JUST DECIDED TO BE A LITTLE B-TCH AND CLOSE ON ME BEFORE I SAVED MY THOUGHTS AND NOW MY THOUGHTS ON HALF EPISODE 5 AND 6 ARE GONE OOF SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY THAT PIXAL IS HAVING SELF ESTEEM ISSUES OR SOMETHING SIMILAR AND SHE’S AMAZING AND IT’S MAKING ME SAD THAT ALL SHE SEES HERSELF AS ASSISTANCE AND NOTHING MORE

Also Lloyd falls onto a few branches and gets a hurt arm that requires a blanket while Nya was at the front of the ship with 0 protecction and was basically yeeted to the main deck while it crashed into the jungle and she doesn’t even get a break?!

I know Nya is stronger than Lloyd but GOSH DIDDLY DARN I didn’t know she was that STRONK!

Baby Wu: “Ninja never quit hehehehehe”

The ninja:

Lloyd: Confused Green Bean Noises

Harumi: kisses him on the cheek

Lloyd: •////• completely forgets what he was confused about

Harumi saved by lovestruck Lloyd and boners

Cole to Baby Wu: You took care of us, it’s only fair that we take care of you.

Me:

GOD I LOVE COLE HE’S AMAZING

Harumi and Lloyd during that one waterfall scene in Episode 6:

Also Harumi’s backstory for why she likes Garmadon and hates the ninja including Lloyd, it completely makes sense cuz she was a child that over heard that the ninja didn’t do sh-t and Garmadon saved the city so it makes sense why she hates the ninja and believes Garmadon should be Ninjago’s leader, and since it happened when she was young she didn’t think things through, she didn’t think about it from the ninja perspective and especially didn’t think about it from Lloyd’s perspective cuz she was a child, kids don’t tend to think about the other person’s perspective on things, so I think it makes sense and it’s really good 👌 also this is Ninjago’s first main female villain, all the other ones were either second in command or were in a crew that worked for a bigger villain so yeah that’s cool

“Don’t you guys have any idea what she’s doing? She’s resurrecting Garmadon! Lord Garmadon!” Yeah no sh-t Kai, the name of their gang is “Sons of Garmadon”, of course they know and of course they’re ok with it why do think they’re helping her?

“Then it’s a good thing the Quiet One isn’t a bad guy but a bad girl” It doesn’t matter that Pythor, Chen, Morro, and Garmadon had dicc, what matters is that the greater evil didn’t listen to them dipsh-t.

Harumi screams a lot, like Princess Peach/Damsel-in-distress amount of high pitch screaming and I’m surprised Lloyd or the other ninja haven’t told her to shut up at one point.

a slightly dark room suddenly turns a little bit darker

Harumi:

Lloyd: Jesus even when I was a kid I had tougher skin then you, I know this is a little hypocritical for my to say, but grow the f—k up god

Ok woah woah woah, how did Lloyd go from “I didn’t tell you about the fact that I’m part Oni, Mystake only told me and Jay” to “You’re the Quiet One” like he isn’t wrong but how did he put it together in such little amount of time?

Ok this is how the Lloyd vs Harumi fight should have gone down:

Lloyd: Give me a good reason not do destroy it right now.

Harumi: I’ll give you 2. You want to see your father again and you love me.

Lloyd: HAH! While you busy being a heterosexual b-tch I studied the blade!

Lloyd kicks Harumi’s ass and the day is saved

Am I wrong? Lloyd only met Harumi a couple of days ago, it’s like Anna from Frozen but LEGOs

“Love is an open door” is Llorumi shippers theme song

“I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE EMPTINESS THAT I FEEL”

B-TCH HAVE YOU NOT SEEN HIS F—KING CHILDHOOD HE HAS MORE TRAUMA THEN YOU WILL EVER GET YOUR F—KING LIFE TIME!!!

I KNOW SHE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND THAT SHE HASN’T SEEN HIS LIFE LIKE WE HAVE BUT DAMN IF IT ISN’T ACTIVATING MY PROTECC-LLOYD-AT-ALL-COSTS-AND-THAT-THIS-IS-TOTAL-BULLSH-T INSTINCTS

“Or we’ll have to get all ninja on you!” “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know I was improvising” Tbh that’s a mood Kai, at least to me

Lloyd: Guys, Rumi is the Quiet One!

The ninja who are currently surrounded by the SOG including Harumi: Oh really, ya don’t say?

Lloyd just got yeeted out of a waterfall so it sorta makes sense why he didn’t notice

Lloyd said I won’t let you get away with this and Harumi said YEET

They have Lloyd they have the masks and we have trouble

Baby Wu: Puppy!

that ain’t a puppy Sensei it’s a giant underwater scorpion monster

I forgot they tamed the giant underwater scorpion monster and named it Crabby, and Jay hugged one of Crabby’s claws, Jay’s favorite pet the ninja have ever had is Crabby confirmed

“So this is your true face without the mask, no wonder you covered it” Damn Lloyd is salty, LET LLOYD SAY F—K 2020

Chloe: Lloyd said "bitch u ugly" poetically

Me: Yeah, he got the saltiness from Kai and the poetic speech from Zane

“There was never anything between us”

One episode earlier

“You want your father back, and you love me”

One episode earlier

Harumi kisses Lloyd on cheek and proteccs him from the corrupted Samurai X suit

Me:

Harumi gets close to Lloyd

Me: KICK HER IN THE NONEXISTENT BALLS

Yay the most useful and totally not child abandoning character, Misako, is here and giving Lloyd information that he already knew and is being incredibly useful buy not only abandoning Lloyd for a second time in his life but also finding Baby Wu for the SOG Hooray

“Stop Rumi, this isn’t you!” B-tch you’ve only known her for a couple of days, and she has played with your heart, in dangered your friends, and tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions, and she nearly succeeded on killing Zane (though tbh Zane gets nearly killed every season so that isn’t a surprise)

“You were right, this isn’t me” YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED HE’LL FALL FOR THAT BULLSH-T AGAIN? AFTER YOU TRIED TO DROWN HIM AND HIS MOM WHILE SUMMONING HIS EVIL DAD FROM THE DEAD? HAH, B-TCH YOU THOUGHT!

“Stop. Save it for someone who cares” Yesssssss I love youuuuuuu by baby boiiiiii

Sees the arm coming out of the anvil-thing

Me: Terminator Garmadon? Also this is what happens when we complain too much, we also gotta be more specific people! We can’t ask for just Garmadon, we need to ask for Good/Sensei Garmadon or else we’ll get bullsh-t like this!

THE SCENE OF THE NINJA SINGING WEEKEND WHIP JUST PLAYED AND THE HAPPY WHOLESOME VIBES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also there’s no way harumi gets the resurrection spell right on the first try, like no way, impossible, like she even gets interrupted by Lloyd and the ninja at the end and then Garmadon appears after that? Like I’m not a witch/wizard myself but I’m pretty sure that’s not how spells work? You don’t just start a spell, stop before the spell is finished, and the spell still works :/

Also how the hecc did Garmadon know where to find Harumi? It was never explained, he just like punched his way into the police station and was like “Yo b-tch what’s up?”

“I can turn him once, I can turn him again” ends up getting his ass handed to him and nearly dieing for the millionth time in his life

“That sounds like a really bad idea” “And Kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them” Oof Kai just got roasted

“Lloyd, what are you doing?” “I’m sorry, Nya. I have to confront him” OOF HE REALLY DID JUST PULL A KAI DIDN’T HE

I’m not gonna quote everything Lloyd says here cuz there’s too much but DAMN HE’S REALLY PISSED OFF AND IS REALLY DOING A KAI JESUS

I know we all wanted Sensei Garmadon back but I’m ngl this Garmadon looks really cool and gives really good evil speeches to unmotivate his opponent

OOF Y’ALL REALLY HAD TO ADD LLOYD HOLDING OUT THE PHOTO OF HIM AND GARMADON WITH LLOYD STRUGGLING SAYING “FATHER” AND THE PHOTO GOING INTO THE WIND DIDN’T Y’ALL MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND I STILL HAVE TO MAKE IT THROUGH EPISODE 10 WHERE I KNOW LLOYD’S HEART IS GONNA BE RIPED OUT OF HIS CHEST AND STOMPED ON WITH A SPIKED SHOE

F—K HARUMI F—K NINJAGO HQ F—K EMPEROR GARMADON F—K THE SOG JUST LEAVE MY POOR BABY ALONE

Y’all I don’t think I can make it through the next episode f—k man

Holy f—k I forgot Emperor Garmadon reads the title card in episode 10 oof

“Not so fast!” “‘No so fast”?! You used that ages ago!” True, it sucked then and it sucks now

“My brother is coming” “How do you know?” “I know” Dang even baby Wu doesn’t tell people sh-t

“You sure you’re up for this?” “I was married to him once, I’m up for anything” Ok so you’re saying that as if you were the one that was treated badly in that relationship and not the other way around like it should be but whatever floats your boat pal

“Careful!” “Are you actually doubting my ability to closely approximate the true value of our surroundings? I’m a nindroid.” Damn Zane is pissed

COLE LITERALLY JUMPED OFF THE BOUNTY TO CATCH BABY WU NOT KNOWING JAY WAS GONNA CATCH HIM AKA HE WOULD HAVE DIED FOR BABY WU I’M SCREAMING GOD I LOVE COLE

Ok so Lloyd you are excellent at fabulous/eat-a-dicc-b-tch exits like wow 👏👏👏👏👏

Also the scene with the 4 OG ninja and Baby Wu traveling to the first realm looks really really nice ngl

All in all I really really like this season, it’s great 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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Heathers | Sweet Pea

A/N: As I said, I was rewriting Riverdale’s Heathers episode with focus on Sweet Pea and Reader as JD and Veronica Sawyer, and the rehearsals for the musical rather than everything around it (and if it’s the drama around it, it’s drama between Sweet Pea and Y/N).  We’ve been robbed of the masterpiece that is Sweet Pea singing Meant To Be Yours. I mean??? That song is amazing in both the off-Broadway and the West End prodcution and Sweet Pea would’ve looked SO HOT singing it and going all completely mental!  I did add some characters as friends of Y/N that are part of the musical too since I wanted an appropriate character to play Martha other than Toni (????) who really does not fit the role of Martha Dunnstock.  So, I think it’s going to be a six parter and I’ll try to upload one every night at 7pm. (can’t promise anything though)  Lemme know if I need to make a taglist and who to put on it! :)  Enjoy, kiddos! 

Words: 1711

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Y/N

Warnings: cursing, angst

Act one: Freeze Your Brain 

Every year we do a different musical at Riverdale High. Last year, we did Carrie, but this year, we’re doing my favorite musical ever: Heathers. If Cheryl Blossom hadn’t claimed the role of Heather Chandler, I would’ve auditioned for it. Mainly so I could yell ‘Shut up, Heather!’ at pretty much any given moment. But I did get the role of Veronica Sawyer which is kind of a more important role than Heather Chandler. I mean, Heather does die quite early on. “I’ve asked Evelyn to step up as co-director,” Kevin Keller, who always directs the musicals, says at our first day of rehearsals. I liked him as director in last year’s play and I think he and Evelyn will be a good team on this year’s musical too. However, Betty Cooper does not agree with that. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves and the parts we’re playing to get Evelyn up to speed with everything?” Cheryl gets up from her chair, clearly wanting to be the first one to go. “I’m Cheryl Blossom and I’m obviously playing Heather Chandler.” I roll my eyes at her. Being ‘theater-nerd’ means not getting along with the popular kids such as Cheryl Blossom and Betty Cooper. It’s not that I hate them, I just don’t want to be friends with them. I mean, it wouldn’t click between us anyway since all I ever do – according to most jocks – is talk and think and dream of musicals. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they’re assuming I always sing when I speak. Misconceptions about theater kids. “I’m Veronica Lodge, and I play Heather McNamara,” the rich girl with the raven-hair introduces herself. To be honest, Veronica did play Chris in last year’s play and she was honestly amazing. Her voice is to die for. I would ask her to join the drama club, but I’m too scared to. “Betty Cooper, I’m playing the third Heather; Heather Duke.” Then Reggie Mantle clears his throat, clearly wanting to go next, “Reggie, AKA jock Ram Sweeney. Going to bro it up with my bud Arch here. Just two single straight dudes doing some theater.” Once again I have to roll my eyes back at the annoying toxic masculinity-filled jock behind me. “And I play Kurt Kelly,” Archie then says with a small smile. He seems to be annoyed by the antics of his bro. I chuckle at the two boys, earning a glare from them. “You do know Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney are actually fake outed as gay by JD and Veronica, right?” I ask them with an amused smile on my face before turning back to Kevin and Evelyn. “I’m Y/N, and I play the ever so lovely Veronica Sawyer. Outcast, turned Heather, then blowing up my boyfriend.” Margot and Ella, my two best friends from drama club give me a sly grin. They both have the same idea as me; neither one of these guys knows the script yet. “Hi, I’m Sweet Pea,” a guy behind me then says. He’s one of the only Serpents with a vital part in the musical. The other Serpents are part of the ensemble, which is also important. But Sweet Pea’s role is one of the biggest, along with mine. “I play Jason Dean, or JD. Veronica’s bad-boy love interest who apparently blows up?” I turn to look at him and give him a nod that tells him he should believe me when I say Jason Dean gets blown up in the end. My eyes glance down to his neck where his Serpent tattoo prominently decorates his skin. I don’t mind the Serpents as much as the other Northsiders did. I didn’t mind when they transferred to our school whilst others picked on them and nearly got them suspended. I don’t hate them but I’m not friends with them either. I just don’t care. I mind my own business, which is theater most of the time. “I’m Jodie Smiths,” the girl next to Margot says. Jodie is also part of the drama club, but we’re not really great friends. I mean, we tolerate each other, and we do what we’re told when we have to do a scene together. But it’s not like I would invite her for a milkshake at Pop’s after rehearsals. Not like I do with Margot and Ella. “I’m portraying Martha Dunnstock in Heathers.” “Fangs,” another one of the Serpents raising his hand as he speaks up, “Hipster dork.” “Toni,” the girl Serpent then speaks up, “New wave girl.” “I’m Josie,” another Northsider girl goes, “And I’m the republican girl.” “Hi, my name’s Margot and I play the role of Stoner chick.” “And I’m Ella, playing the role of preppy kid.” I give my two best friends a wide smile. I’m proud of both of them for making it into the cast even though most of the popular kids claimed the other roles. A few other Serpents and Northsiders tell Evelyn – and the rest of us – what their role in the ensemble is, but I don’t even listen anymore. I’m too filled up with excitement to get started on my favorite musical ever. And then nerves start kicking in when I think of all the scenes I’ll have to do with Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge, but mostly the ones with Sweet Pea. I have to make out with Sweet Pea. On stage. “Okay, let’s get started on vocal warm-ups and we’ll sing a few songs from the script to get us started,” Kevin suggests as he claps his hands. “Y/N, Margot, Ella and Jodie, why don’t you guide us through vocal warm-ups?” The four of us nod and get up off our chair, urging the others to do the same. We then teach them the sounds we always make during drama class to warm up. “Good!” Kevin then exclaims when we tell him they’re ready. “Let’s start with Beautiful then. Veronica Sawyer, take it away.” I nod and head up the stage, along with the rest. We don’t know any choreography yet, but it’ll be better if we’re up there to sing the songs. “September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?” That’s how Heathers: the musical always starts, and that’s how this adventure starts too. “And you know, you know, you know Life can be beautiful You hope, you dream, you pray And you get your way! Ask me how it feels Lookin' like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!” I belt out the last note just like Barret Wilbert Weed does on the cast recording of the Broadway show. I feel like Barret Wilbert Weed or any other Broadway actress I’ve looked up to since I was a child. The ensemble belts out their last note too, getting Kevin, Evelyn and Sweet Pea up on their feet and clapping. I’m not entirely sure whether it’s just for me or for the entire cast, but it still gives me a wicked feeling of pride. “Y/N! I was obsessed with everything you put in that performance!” Evelyn exclaims when the clapping had died down. “Damn, girl! I’m so glad we casted you!” I can hear Betty scoff behind me, but I don’t care. All I care about is that they liked what I did with the song. Even though it’s just what I always do in my shower when I sing that song at the top of my lungs. “Yes! And ensemble was good too!” Kevin then adds to give them some compliments too. “Let’s just go in order of songs, so Candy Store next!” he informs, so I get off the stage and grab my water bottle to drink. I just have one line to say, but no singing in this song, sadly enough. I only go back on when Fight For Me is on and stay on for Freeze Your Brain. I hadn’t heard Sweet Pea yet as this song is his first one in the whole show. “I've been through ten high schools They start to get blurry No point planting roots 'Cause you're gone in a hurry My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den” My eyes widen a little when his voice chimes through the auditorium. He has a nice singing voice. Pleasant to listen to. Very soothing. “Care for a hit?” he asks, spoken this time, but still part of the song. It takes me away from my thoughts about how good his voice is. “Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?” I shoot back, and then he goes back into singing. My breath hitches in my throat when his voice grows louder and the notes get higher, but he hits them perfectly. I figured he could sing a bit since he got cast as JD, but I didn’t expect him to be this good. My knees even buckle a little at the way he sings ‘Veronica Sawyer’. All of a sudden, the boy becomes more attractive to me than he already was. I mean, he’s not bad looking, but the fact that he can hit all of those notes makes him twice as attractive. He makes me jump out of my thoughts when his voice grows softer and more vulnerable. “Just freeze your brain Freeze your brain Go on and freeze your brain...” His eyes meet mine when he goes, “Try it,” in a spoken voice, just like Ryan McCartan who sings it in the off-Broadway version. Then applause bursts from the auditorium, making me jump a little. I had almost forgotten we were still in rehearsals. “Damn, you’re good,” I mumble, and hope he doesn’t hear. But judging from the little smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, I think he has. From that moment on, I knew this musical was going to change things in my life. Whether it was making new friends or playing the role of my dreams, it will change everything. 

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[claiirvoyants]

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

        ❝   yesterday,   you   were   an   OLD   MAN   spitting   cherry   pits   into   the   weeds.   today   you   are   a   fisherman’s   daughter,   dragging   small   minnow-nets   through   the   𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔.   tomorrow   you   could   be   a   DOE-EYED   dancer,   an   ash-stained   chimney   sweep,   a   beggar   singing   psalms,   anyone.   when   you   lean   over   the   side   of   the   lake,   the    𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬   whisper,   be   free.   taste   the   air.   do   you   feel   the   echoes   of   ancient   energies   moving   into   new   bodies?   they   learn   of   suffering   and   beauty,   again,   again.   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒.   ❞ 

         hey,   isn’t   that   SYBILL   PATRICIA   TRELAWNEY?   i   read   a   daily   prophet   article   on   them,   once   ;   the   forty   eight   year   old   halfblood   WITCH   is   a   ravenclaw   alumnus   who   has   gone   on   to   be   the   professor   of   divination   at   hogwarts   school.   i’ve   heard   they   can   be   quite   ECCENTRIC   &   VIVACIOUS,   but   i   don’t   know...   they   came   off   very   RUMINATIVE   &   HAUGHTY   in   that   interview.   it   really   is   hard   to   know   what   to   believe   these   days   though,   isn’t   it?   click   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   statistics   and    𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   her   pinterest.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.

buckle up ! i’m abt to show u guys i can write a short or at least SNAPPY intro.

sybill was born in the seaside town of port isaac in 1972, the product of an affair between her pure blood mommy ( cressida trelawney ) and a muggle daddy ( edwin teague ). 

cressida knew abt edwin’s muggle wife. edwin’s muggle wife ( and his daughter eugenia, sybill’s half sibling ) did NOT know about his witchy gf. what happens in btwn the lines of the wizarding world stays within the lines of the wizarding world, ig.

sybill’s dad died p suddenly when she was six, and he didn’t leave anything to either her or her mum, cause... men ain’t shit ! learn it. anyway, sybill’s mum begged her slightly estranged family for like, something, and prob would have got NOTHING if she hadn’t said ‘hey, my daughter is totally the next cassandra ( and also DEFINITELY a pureblood )-’

this changed things a bit, even tho at the time... sybill had not shown any actual prophetic talent, lmao. she was a six yr old playing like, dolls, and trying to bring fishies home from the seashore in glass bottles, u know? 

the fam took them back under their wings, and sybill was told to keep her little mouth shut ( in like, a kind of nice way ) about both the fact she was a halfblood ( she prob didn’t conceptualize this one very well at six ) and the fact she was not a seer. she also prob didn’t conceptualize this very well. but playing pretend is something kids LIKE to do, so when cressida told sybill to say some mysterious things and play this role, she took to it immediately ! it was fun ! 

it stopped being fun PRETTY quickly, but as sybill got older and understood things a bit more, she clued in to the fact that her grandparents and extended trelawney family were quite... uh, to put it mildly, strict. her mum had gone out into the world on her own because she didn’t fit in the box that the trelawney’s had expected her to ( like a lot of pureblood fams ), and sybill was a lot more like cressida than she was the rest of her fam, and she was also, like. way more attached to her than she was them, so while it stopped being a fun game, she still kept to it for her mummy.

got her hogwarts letter. headed off. breathed an actual sigh of RELIEF when she was on the train, cause... she didn’t have to pretend to be something she was pretty sure she wasn’t anymore, and at hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to go through the ‘training’ and ‘lessons’ for her future as a famed seer that her fam were prepping her for. she got sorted into ravenclaw, which tracked ( most of the fam were ), and she just... went abt her life.

i know this is gonna sound wild. but at hogwarts, sybill was... exceedingly ordinary. she was a well behaved young lady who was assumed to be of quality breeding, and though her grandparents spoke highly of their little seer granddaughter to their friends, the kids and grandkids of those people didn’t really ... know much about this. sybill flew pretty far under the radar, and that was how she liked it. she graduated with top marks, turned of age, and started working for her grandparents on a full time basis in the little fortune teller shop they had at this point in time at the divide between knockturn alley and diagon alley - she’d already spent summers with them, so it was just one more step. still, no discernible seer talent.

very appropriately, it all started with death omens. sybill had always faked what she was seeing cause she sort of had to, so she’d always made the future sound pretty bleak - but there’s bleak and then there’s seeing grims wherever she went. a month later, her grandmother ( a woman who sybill could never decide was either a talented seer in her own right or a talented liar also ) was dead. it was sudden, and things seemed to escalate exponentially from here. within a year, her grandfather, an aunt and her own mother had passed on ; and sybill had started to notice. changes.

kinda hard not to notice the fact she was beginning to go to sleep in a very warm and cosy bed and wake up barefoot and naked in the middle of the creek at the bottom of the garden, arms raised to the sky, images seered to the back of her eyelids. sybill consulted dozens of healers. she was given dozens of different potions to aid her sleeping, she was told that she had been through a lot of loss in a short amount of time, it was natural to begin having sleeping issues and the images she saw were only NIGHTMARES, or dreams, or the echo of something normal from her subconscious. the potions didn’t work tho ! the spells, the advice, the grief counselling they sent her to... over the next while, sybill’s life really began to unravel, and she couldn’t understand it, so she definitely couldn’t explain it. 

throw everything together and mix some severe money issues in as sybill was never very good at actually running the store and was now dealing with a whole lot of confusing shit - she loses the shop, then the house, and this is what eventually brought her to albus dumbledore, where - haha ! - she made her first ever actual prophecy. fun ! sucks she doesn’t rmbr it <3 

sybill got the job based on that, but figured it was cause he liked her a lot ( he didn’t ). life straightens out somewhat, she moves into hogwarts ( did eventually buy a cottage in hogsmeade since she got married and w/e, but is back living in hogwarts now they’re divorced ), she terrifies students for many years over, blah blah blah. makes a second prophecy to harry potter ( doesn’t rmbr that one either ), fights in the battle of the astronomy tower, fights in the battle of hogwarts, yada yada yada.

i won’t say whether she ever thought herself a legitimate seer, or ever learned to think of herself as one, or ever figured that was maybe what her ( still persistent ) sleep walking was. got my thoughts ! think its fun to just leave it at : maybe ! maybe she’s a seer, maybe she’s half of one, maybe she’s a real good liar. she had plenty of practice ! either way, she really embraced her weirdness ( shoutout to mama cressida for teaching her to b weird and love every second of it ) and has spent the past couple decades just straight vibing. 

can’t think of anything else to add. come to syb if u want some wizard pot ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their EX WIFE / PARTNER who resembles SARAH SHAHI, RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY, CARLA GUGINO, SARAH RAFFERTY / ANY FC and should be 45+. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   i’m really open ! mostly because i'm entirely erasing the mr higglebottom thing, so we have so much freedom here in terms of… how they met, when they fell in love, how long they were married, how they’re dealing with the co-parenting thing, etc. sybill really did love them, that much i do know - but the marriage fell apart in my mind, sometime before the battle of hogwarts. maybe during her disastrous fifth year, when professor umbridge was, you know, attempting to ruin her life. i imagine they were a bit more maternal than sybill, and probably entertained / were even quite fond of how eccentric she was for years, but just eventually… got tired of it, or of how she wasn’t really putting their homelife above hogwarts, etc, and love just… was not enough to save ‘em. i think it’d be neat if they were a professor at hogwarts, too - maybe even a canonical one, like aurora sinistra ! - and their cute little staff room moments turned into total awkwardness for everyone else at the school < / 3   )

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their ADOPTIVE CHILD who resembles TATI GABRIELLE, ASA BUTTERFIELD, KAYLEE BRYANT, VERNON CHWE / ANY FC and should be 18 - 22. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   you have some choices ! i don’t mind whether they’re biologically her ex wifes, for example, or whether they were adopted, and if so, they absolutely could have been adopted at a later age - in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if they were. they were raised by sybill and her now ex wife, anyway, and would have attended hogwarts - unless… honestly, if u wanted to go a route of them being a squib or something i would be HERE for it - but, really, i don’t think that sybill has been the best of mothers, especially since she’s always been the sort of woman to put her ‘career’ [ which in her case is just, her being a seer ] above all else. she never would have intended to be the absent parent, and i guarantee she’s tried to be the ‘fun one’ moreso than that, but i gotta say. huge believer in acknowledging the faults of my chars. honestly, i feel like kids just aren’t her thing, and the likelihood is she decided to make them her thing for her ex wife - but she relates better to like, fully formed people, and only in more recent years has probably started to try be more of the sort of person they need. whether they’re here for that or no is absolutely up to you !   )

#nox.intro #( 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * biography ! #it is what it

[polygamyff]

22.

I do not miss this place at all, I thought I would but I don’t. I just see how wack it is and how I was trapped in a city where I hated myself, it brings bad memories for me. I was so depressed but now I’m not, I have so much to live for “it’s wack in Texas don’t you think?” Nodding my head “it is, shit just gives me bad vibes but it’s been so long and you know I have to see mom before she storms her ass to us” shutting the SUV car door, it seems so quiet here now. Usually it’s filled with cars, Malik is here and also Nalah but because of me they are moving out and doing things because under my dad he didn’t want them doing shit “I was laughing” looking down at the side of me, we had to bring Khaleesi with us because there is nobody to look after her. Robyn is busy at work “at work Malik?” Looking behind me “you, you be cussing the dog out and it makes me laugh” entering the pin at the side of the door to unlock it “you think anyone is home? It seems very quiet unless mom is just in bed” dragging open the door, Khaleesi randomly barked. She must sense other dogs because my mom’ chihuahua’s are around “she growing fast don’t you think?” Malik said behind me “she is, she’s not much of a fighter though. She be getting on my nerves with the attention she wants, it’s like having Robyn but with me” Malik snorted out laughing, my dog went running inside “mom?” Walking into the room, hearing the scuffle and then those annoying ass barks from those chihuahua’s, Khaleesi soon ran back to me “holy shit, they scary” I will kick them, leaning down and picking up my dog “fuck off!! Bitch ass niggas, move out my motherfucking way!” I shouted, they just both barking and then growled at me “what is this commotion? Is that my baby boys?” My mom came from around the corner.

My mom got rid of her little bitches, she care back downstairs “come here, give mom some loving” my mom and this hugging business, I ain’t know she miss us like this at all. Leaning forward so my mom could hug me, she kissed my cheek “is this dog for me?” She asked “nah it’s Ro- I mean mine. She’s mine” I must remember it’s mine, not Robyn “she is a cutie. Malik when are you coming back home to mommy. I miss you so much, it’s so quiet in the home” Malik hugged my mom so tight, his smile as he hugged her was sweet. He missed her even though she don’t be doing shit but be annoying “I’m happy with Malik mom, I ain’t touched no drugs mom. Maurice has weed but don’t even touch that!” Why he snitching and telling her that “Maurice, that stuff ain’t good. Hope you both staying” walking behind my mom into the living area, it makes me sad because I would love to bring my daughter here. To have her have Christmas here, I know my mom would love a grandchild and I know she would go all out for her but I don’t trust him or her because she listens to my dad. It won’t happen, sitting down and placing Khaleesi at the side of me.

Robyn is soon to be seven months soon, it’s coming by so fast “so what you both been up too? Especially you Malik” my mom pointed at him “well we got a home there” I spoke on behalf of him “he’s a real good help you know with everything I am trying to do and build, I have got an assistant. Dad shocked me, the guy is so good. He’s new, he’s been with me for a months and I don’t be chasing him about shit, straight away he’s on it so that is good. I’m just trying to open something called Davenport program and it’s me giving back to kids and people in need of progressing I’ve been working alongside some people, the more hotels I open the more I can do this. Kids that want to do business degrees I can help them and even get them working for us in the offices or alongside me. So I’m doing that” my mom looks shocked “what changed you, all heart there. Wow. That sounds great Maurice, something your dad would never do, it’s nice to hear you want to do such things. Make a better name for yourself, I know you can. Proud of you, you come up with great ideas to better yourself” if only my mom knew this is Robyn, she opens my eyes to these kind of things, this is all down to her.

My mom wants my brother and I to stay to eat so I guess we will, the dog fell asleep on my lap “you know when you said you got me a dog that’s going to protect, look at her” I pointed down “she’s a baby nigga, leave her. But then again think about it, the love she will have for you she will protect you at all costs, nobody will come near you” he’s got a point “wonder where dad is, has he told you anything?” He’s not here and that’s for sure “I don’t know, he speaks more to you than me” my mom walked back into the living room “I feel so lonely now you all have gone, I just feel so sad” it must be lonely in this big ass home “where is dad?” He’s always here when I am “he’s been away on business for a while” pulling a face “what kind of business?” Let me see if I can get anything out of my mom “to Monaco, your dad feels a little left outside he feels like you are doing things without him so he’s got a bit of a face on with you. He’s hearing things but not from you, you said you got a new home but how was that paid for?” I did say that like an idiot “erm, my money. Look mom, can you please just keep that to yourself” he will drive me crazy “it’s like you’re slowly clawing your way away from the family buiness but using the name” licking my top lip, my phone started to ring “it’s not like that, I am making it better” seeing Robyn calling me “hello” I have to answer “Maurice, I’ve decided to start my leave. I feel like shit at work, they made me so tired. I felt like I was going to faint, I just left. My head is pounding, I’m in bed” frowning mad hard “they working you too hard, I did say that. I’m glad you’re on leave, I’m just with my mom” I said “oh, I already want you back. Ok, I will let you spend time with her, come back soon. Please” she sounds so cute “I will, I’ll be back tomorrow” my mom is staring at my face “I guess, love you” clearing my throat “you too” disconnecting the call, that was so awkward “everything ok?” She asked, nodding my head looking over at Malik.

I don’t like my mom feeling sad or lonely, I thought I would stay but my dad has come back now, he’s not in a good mood and I feel like a child all over again. Just because nobody is speaking because nobody wants to piss him off but I don’t care “so why are you angry?” He’s made me feel awkward and I am put off my food now, placing my fork down “you know when you give your child the world and he does things behind your back, what do you think?” My dad eyeballed me “did I do anything bad? Because I am developing and making shit better!? You a fool dad, honestly you really push us kids away this is why you lonely, this is why mom is lonely, it’s you!” I don’t care what he is feeling he is working my nerve “we run because of you” my dad looks very hurt, I am the only one that can do that “but yes you come back to my house and yet you took the money I gave you, I have given you everything at a young age, I had to wait until my dad died! And you sitting here telling me we run, you ungrateful bastard! I see what you’re doing, changing names on things, making sure I have no say in changes. Is that what it is!? Because son, you have a storm to come if you are disobeying rules! This fucking house, this family has rules. And if you think about changing the fact we have a money pot I will kill you myself! You don’t do shit behind my back Maurice and think I won’t know. I taught you everything, you will never be one step ahead of me” I swallowed hard “Marquis, baby. Please stop with the arguments. Maurice is trying to better us, you see his hard work. Don’t look at him like that” my mom said, staring at him back. My dad loves control, he can’t control me in the way he wants “you have business in New York, you go there and deal with it” he said ever so calm.

Silence loomed over us all, eating in silence. This is something that happens a lot, whenever my dad didn’t get his way “get up, we need to talk” my dad walked by me, his old ass can walk. I am sure he needed a stick at times but he angry right now “I’ll be back” getting up from the chair “be nice please, the both of you” walking behind my dad “he too old for that mom, come on” I will kick his knee if he tried anything like that, I ain’t scared to do that shit to him either. Following him outside the back yard “in case you wanted to smoke” why he acting like I just want smoke in the house “it’s fine, I was enjoying mom’ cooking there” which is true, it’s been so long “so the real estate, I’ll handle that. It’s easier for me” now that is something I don’t want him to deal with “dad, it’s fine. I can deal with the real estate. I am sorry ok, in California I just be coming with ideas and I do it. There is so many opportunities out there, I am sorry. I didn’t want to hide nothing from you” I need to be nice, if I am being an ass he will want to do something that I will hate “we work together Maurice, you know that. There is a lot of money to come out of the Davenport money, I asked your lawyer and he said private. Financial advisor wouldn’t tell me anything, you can’t lock me out of my accounts. Well our accounts, I fired him now so we need a new financial advisor. From now on Maurice you keep coming back to me in Texas every week, at least once ok? We need to have these meetings so I can know what we are doing because remember, it’s not Maurice Davenport and his business, it’s actually a family business but rules are rules son, the first born son has it” his stupid rules “what if one simply does not have a son? Then what?” I am intrigued to know “then your brother next, if it gets that desperate then your sister if she has a boy” pulling a face “but it’s my business, I can change the rules?” I am right on this “I am still alive son, you have some hotels. I haven’t passed it fully to you have I?” he’s an asshole, he hasn’t done that.

My dad loves to keep me in his clutches, I swear that guy does my head in but he is my dad so I want to keep him close on things “so if I come home to you in Texas every once a week you will stop being an asshole to mom?” my dad looked over at me “what makes you think I am being that to your mom?” I chuckled “I know, I saw a lot with you. I don’t want to know my mom is feeling lonely, be home more. I am not no little kid anymore, I won’t have my mom being sad got it?” I am not threatening him but lowkey I am in a way “sure, so about Malik. He’s not doing much is he?” I knew he would start on my brother “he’s working for me, he is fine with me. So is Nalah, what else you want? You got me in your clutch so leave them alone, leave them be. I can handle them” which I can, they are happy and I like it “you really are like me, taking care of things. I could make Malik a very good offer, I know this guy. He owns part of Viacom, his daughter” I put my hand up to stop him but my dad laughed “you ain’t funny, leave him alone” walking off and back into the house, he is so stupid and thinks I will let that happen.

[riverrunscold]

I sadly don't know your OCs, so a short introduction of them would be great c: Plus I'm curious if they have any 🌟Secrets that no one else knows about :) (🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 And a few more extra stars for extra facts 😉)

Okay, hell yeah! I've been waiting for this moment!

Let's start with the OCs I created the earliest, around the end of last year or so (I've obviously had some before that but either can't remember them or don't care to).

From the story Proof of Time Travel

Camilla (Cam) Rossi - A black trans girl whose dad is Italian and mom is from the UK (both parents are black). Her dad moved to the UK to be with her mom, several years after, she was born. At a young age, her mom passed away from cancer and caused her and her father a lot of upset. She came out to her dad late middle school, explaining her identity to him. He was very supportive and helped her transition. She is best friends with the main character, they had been best friends since middle school. They meet back up with each other during senior year after losing touch. She can fluently speak both Italian and English. She is the mom friend. She wears a lot of cool outfits and is always doing cool things with her hair. Her make-up is amazing. She won't pick fights but will speak up for herself and others if she needs to. (Sorry. That wasn't brief :/). Last thing, She is an adult during the time of the story, she is going to a university to become a psychiatrist.

Alex Merhi - A dentist-in-training, they are a regular person. They identify as non-binary. But Alex's mom is a huge dick, she is very haughty and mean to most people. She even refuses to refer to Alex as anything but she/her and 'my daughter'. Her dad was a good person though, he was nice and accepting if Alex's identity. He was a fun and nice parent, and Alex had a hard time thinking why he would marry their mom in the first place. Alex's world came crashing down when their father passed away from alcohol poisoning when they were 18. Alex isn't necessarily a very brave person, they try to stay with what's familiar more often than not. They go to Cambridge. They live in a dinky flat and secretly pine for some sort of adventure. Alex's family is largely from Venezuela so they've known how to speak Spanish their whole life. Mommy issues and daddy issues. I apparently love to make my characters suffer. Yikes. Wears casual clothing and has long hair usually kept up in a messy bun. They also have vitiligo, shown by the large patch of white skin interrupting the tan skin on the top of their forehead (near the hairline) . (I might give up on making these brief 乁( •_• )ㄏ).

From I'll Be Gone a Spell (working title) or Aevum

Felicity Andronic - A trans witch from a Pangea like content called Aevum. A majority of her family comes from East Aevum but she's from a nation called Illecebrae and currently resides there. Most of her family being magically inclined. She has a pen sized staff that magically grows to the length of a typical staff when the orb on top is gently rubbed. The orb on top is a pale fuchsia color (which is her favorite color). She has a baby raven as her familiar which is named Adaire. She can sometimes read/hear premonitions when touching the orb on her staff, she can also project these premonitions into a visual form in the glass of the orb. She has a single dad named Alexander, her mom having died during childbirth. She has a big birth mark at the edge of her jaw, on the left side of her face, it goes up to the tip of her nose, in terms of length. It is similar in appearance to a flame. She wears medieval type clothing, mostly dark colored dresses.

Chad Benzar - He lives in Illecebrae with Felicity and is her best friend (who begrudgingly does most of her school work for her. Felicity's kind of a dumbass with school, she's more street smart and magic smart). He's a vampire and he is gay, which no one in Illecebrae cares about. Though some might dislike having a vampire around regardless. He's probably one of the smartest kids in his school and is related to natives of Aevum (he physically looks like an Aboriginal person). He plays competitive croquette for their school and is very good at it. He's a bit scrawny. Wears very small, beat up glasses. He's also very adventurous as a person, which most people believe contradicts his more timid appearance. Felicity is actually the more timid of the two, despite people thinking it's the other way around. He has two mom's (Vivienne and Anne) who are very private in their village because of some people's hatred for vampires after The War. Because Chad's adventurous, he goes running around a lot, not liking to stay in one place too long. He usually gives his moms heart attacks when he's gone off (probably teleporting himself into a tree, or climbing it, and or practicing his telekinesis and Sight) for too long.

From a current work with no title

Al Byun - Al's parents are kids of pretty strict Korean parents so they try to be understanding of Al and how they feel and what they want. They both love them and accept them. They also educate themselves on LGBTQ+ issues and try to be as kind to not only their child, but to others in the community. They are also absolute dorks whom I love. They can be ignorant in some areas, but not in a mean-spirited way. They are also willing to learn. Their names are Duri (mom) and Eun (dad). Though whenever Al visits their grandparents, they still get pressure from them to conform to a more traditional 'lifestyle'. They also use their dead name and pronouns. Al pretends it doesn't bother them. It does. They don't want to talk about what bothers them, they keep things bottled up, so they turn to some unsavory (according to their parents) coping mechanisms. Al is 17, and since their parents don't really want Al to get a tattoo, they gave themselves one. It hurt like a bitch and doesn't look that amazing. The tattoo is of a snake on their wrist, right below their thumb. '420 blaze it as the kids say!' - Al Byun.

Danielle Tsosie - A Native American teen, 17 years old. She is also trans. She is best friends with Al. She has hair dyed a pale pink and purple. Pink and purple are her favorite colors. She is very in touch with her ancestry because of her mother's talks about it. She has a lot of anxiety and has not come out to her mom yet about her identity. She doesn't talk to her mom about much even though she sometimes doubts she'd be upset. Danielle does little makeup, usually just some eyeliner and lipstick when she does. Smokes weed with Al on occasion.

#sorry it's so long #i know you saud brief but i love them #my ocs #ocs #al byun #danielle tsosie #Felicity Andronic #chad benzar #camilla rossi #alex merhi #i love them #original characters #lgbtq+ #all of them are queer #im not sorry about it #¯\ (ツ) /¯ #mibiscuit

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I woke up again and there was someone pulling at by me like tug of war. Over my body. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom away from the situation. But I was In So much pain.

The pulling helped but ... Like there's no solution.

Snoop helped me many years ago about 6 or 7 to get on the right medication to stabilize my heart and to get me all better and healthier with the help of pills.

He is the only one that did. I wrote about him but used his personal name "Calvin"

Because he was my personal friend. My personal guidance counselor.

He was with me every minute of the day "you need to take a pill about right now I see that pain about to be kicking up"

"You think you can get a different medication not like weed but a pill because this one ain't working"

He was truly my doctor. So i respected him and his privacy and just called him Calvin.

So marrying on his date of choice... "But why snoop?"

I'll give you two reasons. One he was my doctor that got me to the actual local doctor that could prescribe.

Two the whole fold out was over the world wide drug addictions y'all have. Y'all all know you're doing less recreational drugs during rehab with your family and friends in your house -- i mean Quarentine. Wow that secret came out quick out my mouth.

79% less "street" drug use worldwide.

To celebrate 4.20.2020 is an appropriate date..

The 20.20.20.20 goes on and in indefinite.

Y'all know Snoop smoke for a reason and he drink and he take Tums. Like no mother effer know.

Here's our momma helping yall find it. Follow her face she point right down to it.

Same ole game. The Distraction Method.

They went to have sex and her I am all now look and focus on these here Tums. I ain't even wanting to share the post but it's a good PSA for all. So i will.

https://www.instagram.com/p/B92p2Z2H9WW/?igshid=1xwks2o8nb2p5

Best Friens. We always got each other's back.

And we got yours. We got safer and healthier and funner FDA approved street drugs.

We will honor old time commitment of old fashioned door to door street sales. Face to face.

Of the Human entitlement. That is something our bodies can and will do without provoking dangerous pain... Just stiffness at times y'all forget to stretch and use them muscles but getting up and walking next door for door to door sales will stretch them body parts right up correct.

I had to get on a "new" prescription today. Hopefully my doctor honors it. I asked for an emergency prescription and I'll talk to her about my other, toppamax in a few weeks.

But Snoops was the one that said I needed something for Fibromyalgia. And encouraged and helped and watched me to ensure I was okay.

He is the one that prayed and worried when the muscle relaxers were too strong and i couldn't swallow. And i could died. Because of Flexeril. Because I been on it too long and it was approved for two weeks max. So i got on a completely different medication for it. And it worked for every day long term yearly use.

So he believes in the world's herbs and medicine. Chamomile. Ginger. Rose Hips. Echinacea.

So four twenty will go on.

I always and he did felt like 420 honors the Earth and its medicine. Not just getting high. But the spirit of Mother Nature.

So marrying on 420 symbolizes that Mother Nature will Continue on. Humans are marrying not just their soulmates and/or Just accepting them as they are.

They are committing themselves to our Planet and it's health and wealth

Hence y'all Quarentine.

Y'all going inside and fighting back this illegal alien caused diseases. Although we committed to changing it and wanting it to spread. Y'all fight the sole reason of its existence. Illegal aliens trying to take control by damaging our precious and beloved planet that we belong to.

Not everyone is getting married. Only y'all on Ships and those in Compton on a specialized piece of magic made equipment approved by Mother Nature.

The ships y'all are on run by paddles 110% guaranteed not to harm sea or wild life. I have committed to Mother Nature and all she loves when building those ships. And to yours and our safety and sanity aboard.

These ships cause no pollution and are sanitized by lights that recharge by laying on ships docks when they run out of energy.

Jesse Number 2 helped me design a way to capture UV rays that are harmless. Not radio active. And perfect to sanitize. What makes laundry clean and crisp in the sun. What we used to long ago to sanitize and clean all our instruments BEFORE aliens came with microwaves. Light form the Sun. So Jesse Number 2. I'll tell you right now. He is Einstein.

So his getting in trouble and kicked outta school. It ain't gonna end. In fact i used that theory he was a bad boy. I left it in him. I didnt correct him. I let that evil sniffer inside him. Because I knew one day that mischief could be used to my benefits. He is so loving and his desire to reach others to teach and be a Nigger is so strong he can't handle it. And his hate for aliens. So deep he had to experiment a way to dispose of them all without the use of magic so it's automatic done.

His wish is granted. Einstein I thank you for Your mischief. Your complete soul level on your own not including your soulmate or any others you drag along with you (kids like me) is -141812711219102.

For your development in Science.

Social level is about 3.

My science level is a little less than yours. Setting about 12 shelves down.

Snoop Science level is -4120191218451687431.

But he's inactive. Thus he is a fortune of information. And has a Science Tree named after him -- which means it captures his personality -- his spirit. And he hides behind the Tree of Einstein adding in deluxe phrases and at times mischief.

The difference is that Snoop knows the words to express what Einstein does. While Einstein only has the heart. So things go wrong at times when it has a delicate balance such as plutonium bombs.

Unfortunately they were stolen from Einstein.

So in the science Scale Eisenstein is lower because of his inability to speak and only feel.

He is autistic mute. Which is why he got kicked out of school. Be aware of the different children you have in the world and how gifted they are. Learning the story of Beethoven will change your entire world and understanding of disabilities.

Einstein cannot perform if must speak.

Snoop doesn't wanna get his hands dirty but he can explain a performance

So the rest of the time with Einstein will be posted and you'll see the truth behind the bombings that closed the NHRA.

I didn't want my babies working. I didn't want them having the stress of competition with each other. I just wanted them to stop for a little while and clear their heads of all that traffic going to their minds.

And let them do what they needed most. War. To finish this fight against human trafficking.

Its not over. Quarantine is for your safety So no one is stolen or bought. We can keep track of you easier.

This is why we meme The Corona.

Because there's a serious SERIOUS real reason we are stopping people from being in the streets.

No one can drug and kidnap you If every one is hyper aware of getting sick

A BIG TIME KIDNAPPER NATHANIEL RELEASED THE KILLER VIRUS INTO CHINA. 175709 EXPERT E. WAS THE DISEASE NAME. THE SOLE. THE #1 ISSUE IS THE CONCRETE FOUNDATION OF EVERYTHING HAPPENING.

This is why we chose not to eradicate the virus. We could yall know. That's why it's in meme.

Jazmine didn't know she followed her heart and voted to change. Her vote was the deciding vote. It was split down the middle. From her spine her backbone for her soul she shouts "Thank y'all for listening to your hearts, too!!!" My kids were scared. Sometimes panic stricken. But they kept going because they knew in their hearts it had to be done. Jazmine says "i didn't know how strong I could be. We've never poisoned so many people!!! But mom and North Korea made it fun and saw how necessary it was. Thank you Kim Young Jon!"

"Kim Young Jon really lighted our hearts to allow us to continue our mission by making jokes about constipation and such So we really just tried to give it to those folks that are evil with constipation!! And it worked! And we feel much better because we had help from the leader of North Korea, Kim Young John" adds Chastity. The quiet one no one knows about. Because she's Chaste. Celibate. Celebration. The girl behind the power of Purity and Joy. "No one knows but I do like my job. Like a lot!"

She admits its been hard and i found All the girls on TV last night so dad will edit in How you can find tree filmed life for them

I will say you will see my kids telling their dad they will date and/or marry them. Its not a daddy complex or sugar daddy thing. It was to keep illegal aliens from taking over his body and also trying to marry him. Keeping him safe and pure for me. So understand that and you can see the films proper. They are tricks. To prove love and devotion to their parent's marriage. They go on "dates" but it's little 3 year old toddlers going out with their Father. It is pure. Just realize the plot lines.... Its sneaky mystery. He knows they are his kids and they know he is their dad. Its simple. Its s conglomerate camouflage to protect themselves, me and dear old dad. Its a real beauty and treasure to see.

And now due to the Ocean Wide Marriage of Mother Nature using her soulmates as power. Never do those occurrences have to happen again.

Now I can say "it's daddy date time lets get you all ready" I can get all my girls dressed and ready and go out with my sons. Then we switch. "Its mommy date time" and the girls get all ready.

Because we are keeping it feminine and old fashion where the girls are taken out for a romantic evening and the parents teach the children proper etiquette and dating procedures.

So the movies he posts are a prelude to our future fun. Although they were seriously and honestly protecting his life.

So although our children are and will be married we will still intervene and remind them to change things up a bit. Come out with us on 2 trial runs check your comfort, expand your mind. Then go out single and have fun.

My mom all my mom's have had agoraphobia. So i get it too, sometimes. So this helps me. So when he wants to take me out someplace unfamiliar to me, new and strange. I am more relaxed. And I enjoy it more. Because I've gone with 2 groups to basically go check the place out for its saftiness and quality.

So, im happier knowing he's picked a good safe place for me to enjoy.

But agoraphobia aside. It is simply beautiful.

Its a Mary Poppins trait. Take the kids. See if it is kid approved then take the whole family to impress the damming father of their knowledge of the restaurant

Its a rich NYC establishment of Socialite traits.

Its absolutely historical. And missing on this Earth.

Our Steam ships will provide times for those "dates" for everyone aboard.

Its great for large families. I have 16 daughters. In groups of 8 we have a nice large meal and great table outing where we can talk and laugh and enjoy each other

Our plans are 2 girl dates and 4 boy dates per week then 1 large dinner table for all.

We have 18 boys.

So two groups of girls of 8 each.

2 groups of boys 9 each.

That's 4 nights of switching with mom and dad.

2 nights of single dates and/or brother sister switch dates which pushes a week into 2 week time frame for specialties.

Every 6 weeks.

Then dinner dates with entire family.

So trees arrange every thing the tables and set up so we can relax, all plans are premwde and preset and predictable. Based on patterns of behavior.

Like I know a 2 week one is a mystery adventure so it's got practical jokes and such to be tricky thus the dinners also have 6 family dinners.

Its spooky scary so kids scream, "I want my mommy!!"

So we all feel good and right as a family it's a live show and humans do it with magic so,then,we also take our turn to do them at their dinner and we dine earlier to make plans.

So the plans aren't laid out. We have bets and guesses what one will do we made long long ago. So we make money that way.

Because we are wealthy. But also for the "lower classes of finances" the mystery solving does earn money. Including Some for wild and fun completely wrong theories will earn a grand prize if it is a solid and GOOD foundation i can build on. There's tons of prizes and fun.

Every 6 weeks. Because the best schools have 6 weeks intercourses then a grade.

So ours is 6 weeks of yall being you then us performing a show and fucking your minds and lives all up for 2 weeks

So when you get home and kids do go to school it is 6 weeks of school. 3 weeks off 2 of which include vacation of international travel.

Which means you go to NYC visit Little Italy. Or you go to San Antonio and visit the Alamo. Go to Alaska and find a Russian Muesuems. Or you simply stay home and go to Muesuems of the past i have created.

International travel does include watching movies of REAL LIFE which will be labeled correctly or if incorrectly a prize for labeling correct like Snoop ssys in this video.

Note y'all all will have enough money to go over seas but sometimes your family will come visit you. Or you just need rest or wanna explore your own territory.

So history is considered international travel. So you can look at your own home tree made movies.

Then you earn a prize. A souvenir.

So you watch you and you be all dam man i love this lamp i keep seeing. -- i for real bought this lamp and it was so filled with love all i wanna do is wrap,my arms around it.,Idk,why but i miss it and I want it back so bad. I'd take it on vacation i love that big ass lamp. -- so if i see it and i can label every single person correctly in that movie. Then i get the lamp.

So say you know something was destroyed. Broke to high Hell. Dumped in the garbage lit on fire.

Momma gonna get it for you. Out of 8 tons of trash on top of it. And I gonna fix it how you loved it. You had a sticker on the bottom of your eye rolling phone? It will be there. Just the way you had It.

It don't matter what happened to it. I'll magic find it. Fix and you'll get it. All magic. All you gotta do is love that object with your whole being.

Mary Poppins. I won't even know. But momma gonna get it.

Now, ole George had something you wanted... Fine old diamond ring and watch set you always slipped an eye to.

Daddy gonna buy you one Just like it. Father Christmas aka Christopher Columbus promised it Will get built. All your favorites.

Now we say we gonna do it. But we asked the true magic God could we please??.

In 2008 he said in 2020 y'all waited enough.

So we take that credit from nursery rhymes because we are the messengers m

If my father is The One True God

And he created just this planet just for me to keep me safe and it was invaded.

Then I would be Jesus a girl. And i have found out i can not forgive. So welcome to Corona.

[thisxolove]

Nothing Without You (Chapter 3)

Nickiah

I was shaving my legs when I suddenly heard a loud thud on the floor! The noise startled me so much that I felt a sting in my leg.

Red blood began dripping down my leg. Fuck I cut myself!

But I’m too concerned with the noise to tend to it now! I throw the razor down and swing the bathroom door wide open. The light coming from inside the bathroom illuminated the dark room just enough for me to see Abel lying flat backed on the floor!

His eyes were closed and he looked unconscious!

Immediately I flipped on the light switch before dashing down on my knees beside him.

“Abel! Abel! Wake up!” I began screaming.

I wasn’t getting any response from him and I was beginning to panic.

I jumped to my feet and ran into the bathroom. With shaking hands, I grabbed a face towel, filled it with cold water before rushing back to the room.

Standing in the doorway was my first born, AJ.

“Ma, what’s wrong with daddy??” he asked with panic.

I stuttered to answer him. I really didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him myself.

“Baby, he’s just sleeping. He fell asleep on the floor!”

My voice just sounded so anxious and my 11 year old wasn’t buying it. He walked into the bedroom and got down on his knees before slapping Abel in the face.

“Daddy wake up!” AJ says.

He began hitting him all over, trying to desperately wake him. I could easily see the worry all in his face and that shit unsettled me even more! My baby shouldn’t be seeing this shit! What the fuck is wrong with Abel?!

Quickly jumping from my knees, I ran to grab my phone from the charger. I gave it to AJ.

“Call 9-1-1, AJ!” I advised him.

Just as my son got to the dial pad on my phone, I squeezed the cold water from the towel all over Abel’s face.

No sooner than the water splashed onto his face, his eyes popped wide open. They were still deep red, but they were open and that calmed my nerves a little bit.

I grabbed AJ’s arm to stop him from alerting the police before turning my focus back on Abel. Just as relieved as I was, I was also curious to know what the fuck was wrong with him! I knew something wasn’t right with him tonight!

“Daddy, you okay!?” AJ asked, beating me to the question.

“Huh? Yeah. I’m good,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “That fuckin’ light is too bright.”

He covered his eyes to shield it from the light showing in the bedroom. I didn’t really care. He needed to stay his ass awake for a while.

“Abel what the fuck is wrong with you?!” I exclaimed.

AJ looked up at me when he noticed my voice change.

“Nothin’ I just, shit, I don’t know. I fell asleep I guess.”

“On the damn floor?!”

“Baby, I don’t remember shit. I just need to go to bed. My fuckin’ head hurts.”

He grabbed a hold of his head before slowly sitting up. I tried to assist him but he threw his arm up, insisting that he was fine. I wasn’t really buying that shit though.

“AJ, what you doing in here?” he asks.

“I heard mom screaming and it woke me up.”

“Oh, I’m good lil’ man. You can go back to bed.”

“You sure? Why you fall out, dad?”

“I’m with AJ on this one. I wanna know what the fuck is going on! I told you something was wrong with you!” I grouched.

“Got damn it! Nicki would you stop fuckin’ sayin’ that! I’m fuckin’ fine! I told you I just needed to sleep this shit off!”

“Sleep what fuckin’ shit off?!” I asked, getting suspicious.

Abel

Fuck! Did I just say that?! Man, I’m really fuckin’ up now!

“The fuckin’ weed, man. It’s nothin’ serious!”

I was getting more irritated at myself than her, but I seriously wanted her to drop this shit!

“You better lower your got damn voice, Abel! I ain’t playin’ with you!” she barked back.

One thing about Nicki is that she’ll go toe to toe with me in a fight, but shit that never stopped me from getting my point across. She needs to drop this shit!

“Stop fuckin’ bringing this shit up! I’m fine!”

“Nigga I found your ass on the fuckin’ floor unresponsive! The fuck you mean ‘you fine’??”

I looked over at my son and saw him raising his eyebrows as if to say it was awkward for him to be in on this argument, but this definitely isn’t the first time me and his mom have argued in front of him. He got a lot of that growing up cuz we both were fucked up when we first had him.

Flashback

Eight Years Earlier – June of 2016

Nickiah

This particular night Abel was cooking. I loved his cooking, it was different from what I’m used to, well the seasonings he used at least. I swear I love men who can cook.

“this smells delicious daddie, what is it?”

“well I did grow up around my mom, I guess I picked up a few things. Nothing special just some pepper chicken stir fry with white rice and spicy salsa poured on top of it”

I looked at all the different colored sliced peppers frying in the skillet and the grilled chicken strips on the stove, the white rice in the pot and the spicy tortilla chip sauce jar sitting on the counter, damn my baby could cook.

AJ was sitting on phone books at the table; he’s pretty short for his young age of three years old. He was playing a game on my phone.

I sat down in the chair and thought to bring up something I had been thinking about

“sooo baby, I was thinking about having a barbecue party here for the 4th of July next month, what do you think?”

“you know I’m always down to party baby, ain’t no thang” he said. He never turned around from cooking

“but I was thinking more along the lines of just family”

“cool, I’ll call the niggas over and it’ll be cool”

“you mwean uncle Lamar and Hywy (he means Hyghly)?” AJ said

“yeah, and the rest of the crew”

“uhhh I meant like family, family…like  your mother, my parents, things like that”

“my friends are my brothers and I’m not inviting my mom out to a party like that because I know how I get with the crew”

“I’m only saying, I just, I just don’t um I don’t think that’ll be a good idea around my family”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean Nicki??”

“I mean, they kind of are disrespectful…”

“they know how to handle themselves, I’m no different from them”

“I don’t know, sometimes I just think they’re influencing you to do all of those drugs”

“I’m a grown ass man, ain’t nobody influencin’ me to do a got damn thing” he said turning around, I knew I had hit a nerve in him

“I’m just sayin Abel”

“I’m just sayin’ too, if your girls can come with no problem so can my boys too, they’re considered your family and so are my niggas, they’re the uncles of my son…”

I kind of didn’t like them being AJ’s uncle, I was pretty scared they would influence him into the drug lifestyle but I kept quiet about it

“I know, I’m just saying…”

“me too, if your friends can come as family then so can my niggas, best believe it” he said in a stern, serious tone as he turned back around to the stove

“I just don’t want them getting high and faded in front of my family, that’s all”

“so what? You’re embarrassed of them? I mean we’re cut from the same cloth, if you’re embarrassed of them then you’re embarrassed of me”

“baby you’re different from them”

“no I’m not, we’re one in the same”

I stopped talking

“oh and no need to be embarrassed, we’ll just do the weed, we wont do anything too extreme, and if we did do something extreme you really think I would do it around my baby??”

“I know you wouldn’t Abel I’m just saying!”

“well shut the fuck up because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“nigga you shut the fuck up! I don’t know who you think you’re talkin’ to!”

“um mommy…” AJ said in a low voice, he turned around towards the stove seeing us arguing

“I’m talkin’ to you because you always do this shit! You always talkin’ shit about my friends forgettin’ who the fuck you married! I’m that same nigga from the strip club that night Nicki! I’m not gonna do anything to fuckin’ embarrass you! I know how to handle myself! I wouldn’t do that shit in front of my baby what the fuck are you thinking?? I don’t want my mom out here because she already can’t stand the thought of me being addicted but to see me feeding the addiction? It’d break her heart and I’m not prepared for that shit, damn try to fucking understand! If your girls can come to the party then best believe it, my niggas will be there too”

“daddy…” AJ said again in a low voice, I think he was pretty scared

“Abel! Shut the fuck up! I heard enough!”

“I mean shit its in the bible Nicki, fuck are you judging them for? You aren’t any better than any of us”

“oh so now you’re throwing the bible in my face??”

“if the shoe fits why not?”

“fuck you!”

“fuck you too!”

“I need to leave for a minute”

“good leave, that’s what you’re fucking good at isn’t it?” he said

“shut the fuck up! What the fuck are you good at nigga? It’s a lot of shit I can say about you!”

“I know what I’m good at, I can do a lot of things, one of them is sittin’ here cookin’ so my son can have somethin’ to eat since your stubborn ass wants to leave”

“shut the hell up Abel!”

“its cool, go for your little drive, I’ll just “play mommy” until you get back”

“mommy you’re weaving?” AJ said

“I’ll be right back baby, stay here with daddy, I’ll be back in an hour”

I looked into his big brown eyes, he looked pretty sad. I don’t think he understood what Abel and I were arguing about so it scared him that we were breaking up cuz of it. I had to leave before I cried. I walked out of the loft into the hallway to the elevator.

Abel

I can’t believe this shit, why does she always do this stupid shit!

“daddy, is mommy really coming bwack?”

“yeah, she just needed to breathe for a minute”

“you’re stwill gwonna bwe with her right?”

“yeah little dude, we always do this, I still love her, she just has a problem with accepting your uncles”

“why? Thwey’re cwool”

“I know, but mommy has issues when it comes to trusting people”

“will shwe be okay?”

“she’ll be cool, you wanna watch tv until I finish cooking?”

“yeah”

He got down off the seat and walked into the living room and put in his favorite movie of all fucking time, Cars.

I finally finished cooking and had everything wrapped up and covered over the stove as I sat at the kitchen table.

“AJ you wanna eat yet?”

“no, not yet daddy” I heard him yell from the living room

I didn’t have shit else to do but lay my head on the table. I was pretty hurt because I’m sick of feeling like I’m being pulled between the people I love. I would do anything for my girl and my niggas to get a long but they just don’t like each other for shit. It also hurt that she judged them when I’m the same type of nigga as them; it feels like she’s embarrassed of me too. It hurt that she always wanted to leave when shit like this happened. I hate this shit, my eyes were filling from the stress, sometimes I wanted to give up, and then it’s like nah I won’t give up. Damn, I wish my life wouldn’t be like this. I wouldn’t let the tears fall, I sniffed up my nose and wiped my eyes on my arm as I laid on the kitchen table waiting for her to come back.

End Flashback

Abel

“AJ, you can go to bed. Everything’s good here, man.”

He looked at me as though he was unsure. I nodded my head toward the door to assure him that I meant it.

He stood up from our floor and hugged his mom before walking towards the door.

“Night, dad,” he said, standing in the doorway.

“Goodnight, AJ.”

Nicki folded her arms. “What the fuck is going on with you Abel??”

AJ left before being a part of World War III in our bedroom again.

“What? Man, just leave it alone. I told you I just need to go to sleep.”

“Why the fuck you falling out in the middle of the floor? I’m worried for you.”

“I’m good, Nicki. You’re over-thinkin’ shit again. Just chill out for a minute and let me calm down.”

“Weed has never done this shit to you, Abel. What the fuck? I’m over here worrying that you’re starting to get sick again.”

“Again? Girl, I’m good,” I stood from the bedroom floor.

Changing out of my white bath towel into my boxer shorts and plaid pajama pants, I walk over to the bed with my eyes squinted at the bright lights in the bedroom.

“Turn that light out, girl. It’s burning my fuckin’ eyes.”

She stood up and looked down at her leg. Blood had collected on the hardwood floor.

“Shit!” she grumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“I cut my fucking leg!”

Nickiah

I went back into the washroom and cleaned myself up with a bandage. As I walk out back into our bedroom, I notice Abel snoring loudly in the bed. He’s fast asleep.

I stood there for a moment with my eyebrows wrinkled. I’m worried about him and I don’t know what’s going on. I get the feeling that maybe he’s hiding something from me and I know I shouldn’t feel that way. I need to trust my husband, but this shit is suspicious.

I cleaned up the blood and went to bed beside him for the night.

Two Weeks Later

My parents still haven’t given up there Chicago home. We flew out there, along with my two younger brothers, Jeremy and CJ, who live in Los Angeles as well.

Since it’s September, we thought about coming back out here for my father and brothers birthdays. They’re all September babies and it’s very convenient to get all those birthdays out of the way in one sitting.

Jeremy is turning 31 this month and CJ is turning 28 this month. I’m so proud of my little brothers. My dad, who is Nick Jonas, has been working really hard on his music. He’s even taken inspiration from Abel for his latest album. That really touched my heart.

Anyway, my beautiful mother is cooking up a big dinner for us all to eat at the house. It’s so exciting! I love coming back to my childhood home!

Abel

I’m kind of nervous. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we come to her family’s house pretty often when we can, but it still gets to me. Maybe it’s the type of music I make that makes me feel awkward and squeamish in front of her family – especially her dad. This shit is weird. I mean, he did draw inspiration from me, but I doubt it was my explicit shit that got him. I’ve been a part of the Jonas family for over 10 years now and I still get a burden in my stomach whenever we’re having some sort of gathering.

Nicki’s little sisters are here and all grown up. Angel’s like 24 and Christian is 20. It’s crazy man. I remember when they were babies and I was first meeting them.

Flashback

January of 2012

Nickiah

My little sisters Angel and Christian ran up to hug me, I love my girls.

“hey sis!!” Angel said to me

“we missed you!” little Christian said to me, I picked her up

“who is this Nicki” Angel said

“this is my boyfriend sis”

“what’s his name?”

“its The Weeknd sis” CJ told her

“ohhhhh like Saturday and Sunday….” She was so goofy lol

“more like Thursday lol” Abel said

“but why would you be Thursday, if you’re The Weeknd? You’re Saturday and Sunday to me.”

I saw Abel laugh at her comment; so far things were going great.

“hey little Christy don’t you want to say something to him” she was incredibly shy

“nooo” she said in a low voice kind of turning away

“its okay, I’m good with kids lol she’ll get used to me” Abel said

“ohhhh wait you’re the guy that CJ and Ja always listens to, but they turn you off when I walk in the room hmmmmm” Angel said

“you wouldn’t understand what I say lol” he said

“kind of like I don’t understand why you want to be Thursday when you’re The Weeknd” she said walking away, she was pretty feisty at age 12 kind of like I was

I laughed at her, she reminded me of myself.

End Flashback

Abel

They were only 8 and 12 back then. Time has really flew by.

“Hey, Abel, mind if I talk to you for a minute?” Nicki’s dad, Nick said to me.

Shit! This was literally the worst time for this shit!

“Um, sure. Just let me go to the bathroom real quick,” I said.

I walk away to the guest bathroom in the big estate and pull out a small, rolled up, plastic bag from my back pocket. There, the pretty blue pills sat staring me dead in my face.

I made a big mistake coming here completely sober. Grant it, I did the clean thing for a few years, but I feel like it destroyed my music. It destroyed my image. It just destroyed me. At first it was cool, but I’m really more anxious without my supply.

And since I didn’t have time to roll up a blunt, I’d just take my chances with rolling on these beans tonight. What’s the worst that could happen, right? It’ll just calm me down and kill off that serotonin in my brain. I’ll be happy as fuck and that’s what I needed to get through this night.

Quickly, without giving myself a chance to second guess my choice, I threw two into my mouth and ran some water from the sink into the cups of my palms before slurping it up. When the pills slid down my throat, I instantly felt better. Call it that placebo effect or whatever you want. I know the pills haven’t reached my blood stream yet, but just the thought of it coming very soon boosted my mood. Hopefully it hurries up because I need this high for this ‘talk’ I’m about to have with Nicki’s dad.

I left the bathroom after carefully placing the plastic wrap back into my pocket.

“I’m ready,” I said to him.

He nodded his head towards the patio outside the glass sliding door. I followed behind.

There were seats out there that I took advantage of. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible for whatever this was. I always hated when Nick wanted to talk to me one on one.

“So, how you been?” he asked.

“I’m good. You?”

“Things are going good,” he replies, grabbing a seat on a nearby stool. “I’m proud of you, son.”

Son? The sound of that really touched me in some way. I never had a father and never had someone calling me ‘son’. It always felt good to feel welcomed by Nicki’s family.

I looked up and smiled at him. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. You killed it with Beauty Behind the Madness. It stayed on the airways for months at a time. You’ve worked really hard and you deserve it.”

“Wow, thanks, man. I really appreciate that.”

“It was so good that I had to take some inspiration from it myself.”

“Anytime, man. I draw inspiration from anywhere. Your music has been dope too.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” he says with a smile before blowing out a breath. “So how’s your sobriety? Are you still going strong?”

Damn it. Why did this have to come up? I knew it would sooner or later, though.

“Um,” I paused as my mind became conscious of the faded feeling filling my brain, “I’m doing pretty good.”

“I know you’ve been working sober lately and I wanted to know how it feels to still sing about the substances you used to use and not actually be using them at that time.”

In my mind, I wanted to tell him so badly that it sucked like shit. I hated writing ‘Can’t Feel My Face’ about coke usage and not actually be snorting. I hated saying “Don’t believe the rumors; bitch, I’m still a user.” In ‘Tell Your Friends’. That shit felt so generic and fake to me. But I pushed through it with only the weed in my system for my family. I’m running out of tolerance for this ‘sober’ life and I’m ready to get back to work the way I know how to.

“Uh,” I stuttered, “Nah. It was pretty cool. I wasn’t tripping too much about it. I know so much about the lifestyle that I can write about it like it’s still happening, you know?” I said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah. I understand, but just be careful. Singing so much about it can bring back those urges and make you miss the feelings you’re describing in your music because it’s still glorifying the drug usage as if it’s a great thing.”

In my mind I’m thinking that he just doesn’t know the half of it.

“No, I feel you,” my brain begins to excite me as the serotonin explodes inside of me. I smile for no reason. “You’re absolutely right. I got you and I’m gonna keep that advice in my mind.”

Being so happy, rolling on the ecstasy had me agreeing to shit that I knew I wasn’t living up to just because I was in such a positive mood. Shit had me cheesing like a kid in a candy store.

“Good. How’s your marriage?”

“Good. Everything’s going great with us,” knowing damn well Nicki been getting suspicious of me lately.

“Great. I don’t mean to probe into your lives. I just care and worry for you guys. You’re going down a huge explosion of fame right now and let me tell you, things change when you suddenly ‘make it’ in this industry.”

“What you mean?” I ask.

“Well, you just blew up in the mainstream with your last project. From here on out, whatever your next move will be could make you or break you. You’ve finally got the world’s attention. They’re listening carefully. They’re watching your every move now. You have to be careful. The fame status definitely changes people.”

I smile, “I feel you, but I can never switch up like that. The only thing I’ll do is just reinvent my sound and character in my projects but I’ma always be myself.”

“Okay, just make sure you be careful,” he urges.

“I promise I will.”

“If you ever need to talk, you know how to reach me.”

I nodded with a smile, “No doubt. Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stand up and walk back into the house with him. I’m smiling like shit. I see my gorgeous queen sitting with her sexy legs crossed on the couch. Damn. She lookin’ like a snack right now. My tongue slightly exits my mouth in lust, then I realized that I was rolling on the disco biscuits right now, so my sex drive is in overdrive. Baby lookin’ sweeter than a swisher.

I look down at my denims and see a slight bulge in my pants. I know damn well my dick ain’t getting hard right now. This shit is awkward.

“Hey, daddie. You okay?” Nicki said to me.

“I’m good, ma.”

She gets up and wraps her arms around my neck. Leaning into my neck, she whispers into my ear, “Remember when we fucked here years ago, baby?”

It’s almost like she’s reading my mind. I love how nasty my baby is. That shit drives me crazy, but now that I’m rolling this shit is too strong on me. I gotta pull back before I end up fucking that pussy in front of her entire family. I swear these beans will make you do some freaky shit you ain’t never know you could do.

“Yeah, I remember that shit, baby,” I said with lust.

I started sweating and that pressure built up in my dick. I knew I had to release the extra fluid from it. I had to pee just to get myself through this dinner at least. The more pressure in my dick, the hornier I get.

“You’re sweating, daddie. You okay?” she asks, rubbing her hand over my moist forehead.

“I’m good, baby. Just let me go to the bathroom really quick, alright?”

“Alright, daddie.”

I walk past her straight to the bathroom that was not too far from the living room. As soon as I walk in the doorway, I become startled seeing 20 year old Christian standing in the bathroom with a puzzled look on her face.

She was holding something in the palm of her hand as she stood there examining it closely.

“Christian, what’s wrong?”

She looks up at me, “I stepped on this.”

As she held her hand out to me, my heart sank at the sight of a light blue pill in her palm. My stomach dropped. Fuck! I can’t let this secret get out!

“Abel, what’s this?” she asks.

I swallowed hard. Damn. How am I gonna get out of this one?

#the weeknd #starboy #selena gomez #Abel Tesfaye #the weeknd fan fiction

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Forever

We continue the Joyce’s death arc, while simultaneously returning a bit to the show’s usual format and the Glory story.

1. We open with a Previously On detailing the events of the last two episodes. And the bit about Ben being Glory. Then Buffy is looking at caskets in a funeral home… morbid business, that. Part of why I prefer cremation. You don’t even need an urn, just a box. Any box. Giles and Dawn come in… Buffy picked a casket. I like the white one next to it better. Dawn is getting thoughtful about the casket. Opening credits.

2. David Boreanaz is in this episode. They’re planning the funeral and neither Dawn nor Buffy is eating. Phone rings; Buffy asks Giles to answer. Their dad hasn’t called, and they don’t have a number for him. Dawn doesn’t want to be there. She wants to go to Willow’s after the funeral. Buffy says she can. She’s going to get her sleeping bag.

3. Willow and Xander are going to visit Willow’s parents, instead of Xander’s horribly abusive progenitors. Spike shows up… he wasn’t in “The Body.” He’s got flowers for Joyce. He points out that Joyce was always decent to him and he actually cared about her, and leaves the flowers. With no card.

4. Buffy’s in her room at the house, sitting. Dawn’s in her room, also sitting. We jump to the funeral, where that casket is being lowered into the ground. Now they’re burying the casket. Catholic service, I think, because in television all Christianity is Catholic even though nobody in this show wears a crucifix. Dawn is leaving now with Willow and Tara. Buffy says she’s fine. She stays at the grave as it starts to rain, and Angel shows up next to her once the sun goes down.

5. Dawn’s at the dorm with Willow and Tara. Willow and Tara are giving poorly given advice. Dawn doesn’t want to sleep. Dawn wants to resurrect Joyce. Willow’s face says just what a bad idea that is.

6. Anya and Xander are finishing with sex. Anya is being more honest than Xander would like. Anya understands sex more now. Xander understands what Anya is saying.

7. Tara says that resurrecting Joyce isn’t possible. “Magic can’t be used to alter the natural order of things,” Tara says. Oh, Willow, stop that sentence… the spells don’t work and backfire. Dawn is angry at them for not helping her resurrect Joyce.

8. Angel and Buffy are at the cemetery, talking about what Joyce’s death means, and what being through the formalities of it means. Trying to do everyday life. “Mom was the strong one in real life.” I beg to differ. “She knew… what to say.” Like “If you leave, don’t come back.” Buffy wishes she’d been there. She says she didn’t start CPR until they told her, but that’s actually good practice. You can’t do CPR while calling 911, and you have to call 911 first. Angel is being reassuring. He says she doesn’t have to do this alone. Oh, you two should not be kissing right now. You certainly shouldn’t be kissing that much. Angel knows that. Buffy’s sending him back to LA, but she’s grateful that he came. They’re going to sit until he has to leave to escape the sun.

9. Ben runs into one of Glory’s minions. Glory wants him to continue to court Buffy, to try to learn more about the Key. But he just gave away that the Key is a person. So Ben stabbed the minion.

10. Willow and Tara are going to breakfast. Dawn doesn’t want to go with them and is still angry about them not helping her resurrect Joyce. Willow… god, no, Willow. She got a book out on her way out the door. The book has a section about the resurrection “controversy.” It’s a history book. I think Willow is trying to warn her? Willow doesn’t understand teenagerness, does she?

11. Dawn is dusting and looking at books. Dawn wants to help out. She’s asking about the forbidden texts. Anya doesn’t want Dawn fondling the money. Dawn is going straight to the forbidden texts. These people are bad at things. She’s stealing a giant black book that barely fits in her backpack. And a vial of stuff. Giles didn’t see her coming down from the forbidden texts. He’s having Dawn watch Anya ring something up.

12. Dawn’s at the cemetery, trying a spell. Spike: “I hope it’s just dirt you’re after.” He knows what she’s doing. He’s not going to tell Buffy; he’s going to help.

13. Giles is at home, listening to an album he listened to with Joyce in “Band Candy.” His expression here is wonderful.

14. Spike and Dawn are walking to a place with a guy who knows about resurrection spells. Dawn thinks Spike is doing this to get in good with Buffy, but Spike says that if Buffy found out what he was doing she’d “drive a redwood through my chest,” which is quite the compelling image. “I just don’t like to see Summers women taking it so hard in the chin is all.”

15. Glory is stomping around, worrying about her minion. But he got back, just all stabbed. And told Glory that the Key is a person. Her minion just died. She told the other minions to fix him.

16. Spike and Dawn are at the magic guy’s place. He’s an old man. He’s senile, but knows Spike is a vampire. He does not recommend resurrection. He just pulled some of Dawn’s hair out. He’s humming a song. He has a tail. And a giant book. They need to get an egg of a Ghora. They have to steal the egg from the nest of the demon. He’s giving them an incantation. It takes a while for the resurrected individual to arrive. You have to destroy the image to reverse the spell. She’ll be Dawn’s mother, more or less. He wants Dawn to keep in touch. And he’s creepy. Dawn just agreed to keep in touch.

17. They found the Ghora demon. Dawn is going to steal the egg while Spike distracts the Ghora. There’s the eggs. Spike’s going to make the Ghora move. It has three heads. Spike is fighting it. Dawn got an egg, and Spike is still fighting it. But he runs away, and they broke the egg. Dawn just ran back in and got another egg, and Spike’s getting his ass kicked now. And he’s being bitten. He found an axe and put it in the Ghora’s chest. Now they’re escaping, and they have an egg.

18. Summers house. Dawn’s doing the incantation. Calling on Osiris.

19. Willow and Tara are talking and writing in Willow’s journal. She wants to remember things. They’re uber sweet. Tara noticed that their book is missing, and Willow is stammering. They’re going to call Buffy.

20. Buffy gets a phone call. She and Dawn are arguing. Joyce is coming. Buffy slapped Dawn. And now she’s crying. Shadow in the background. Knock on the door. Buffy: “Mommy?” Dawn tears the photo just as Buffy opens the door. And now the sisters are hugging in the doorway because no one was there, and crying. Episode end.

Overall: Nowhere near as strong as “The Body.” Not bad, per se, but not great either. Willow’s actions in this episode make little sense… if she was trying to dissuade Dawn, or comfort her, or whatever, she should have just told Tara that; if she was trying to help Dawn resurrect Joyce, she shouldn’t have been surprised by the idea that Dawn might be trying to resurrect Joyce. Neither shows a lot of presence of mind, though Willow is also in mid-grieving so a bit of lack of presence of mind is understandable, but… I just don’t know what Willow thought the outcome of her pulling the book out would be, and that BOTHERS me.

Spike fares better here. He’s honest - he liked Joyce, they got along, he’d like her to come back and these women he can’t bring himself to get away from to stop crying. I liked the detail about the lack of card on the flowers… and that the flowers kind of looked like a random clump of pretty weeds. He went out and picked them, and had no idea what he was doing.

Giles gets that wonderful moment in his house with the record. Of course, he also gets that moment when he tells a teenager where to find the evil and forbidden power, then immediately takes his attention off of her just long enough for her to go raid said evil and forbidden power, and doesn’t immediately check his supply of evil and forbidden power to make sure nothing’s missing.

Ben is an idiot and I think I hate him.

So… not great, and coming off “The Body” this one feels like a long way down. Lots of really great moments here, though.

#forever #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy season 5 #season 5

[justjessame]

A Little Ass and a Lotta Sass Chapter 43

Negan still didn’t love the idea of me going practically alone with Kiara to meet an unknown enemy in a place he didn’t rule with complete authority.  He was on edge for days beforehand.  I caught him staring at the two of us more times than I could count, and I finally had to tell him that he was making me nervous and giving me a vibe of failure.  

“I just-” he sighed and pulled the two of us on to his lap.  Burying his face in the side of my neck while one hand cupped the back of Kiara’s head, sliding through her rapidly growing curls, I felt him heave in a long breath, practically drinking the scent of me in.  “What if something happens and I’m not there, Callie?” He sounded like the bad already happened, the pain was so heavy in his voice.  “What if-”

“Stop,” I whispered, my hand touching his cheek and forcing him to look up at me.  “Don’t do that, Negan, don’t say goodbye or cloud this with doomsday worries.”  Kiara mimicked my hand on her daddy’s cheek with her small one on his other side.  “See, you’re worrying her,” he leaned into her tiny touch and smiled.  “We love you, baby, and we’re going to be FINE.”  He kissed her on the forehead and then offered me his lips.  Brushing them slightly with my own, I pulled back.  “And when we come back, flush with victory, maybe it won’t just be your people who take a knee to me.”  His smile grew and I winked down at him.  

I had my own case of nerves when the day finally dawned for my meeting with Maggie.  First I had the same rush of fear about my wardrobe I’d had when Dwight told me that I was queen/goddess to the residents in the Sanctuary.  Negan was keeping Kiara company on our bed and I knew he wanted to give me suggestions, but feared that I’d shoot them down.  

“Could you stop biting your tongue and pick something out for me already?”  I asked, standing in a bra and panty set in front of my open closet.  

“Mommy needs to make up her mind, doesn’t she, princess?”  He murmured to our baby before giving her a loud kiss and stalking to my closet.  He tugged the dress free and I nearly rolled my eyes.  “What?”  He asked, seeing the look of disbelief cross my face.  “You wanted me to pick, so I fucking picked.”  He handed me the plaid dress and smirked.  “I think it’ll set a nice fucking tone.”

“Naughty schoolgirl?”  I whispered, hearing Kiara giggling behind us.  “Not sure that’s a great tone to set with a woman who wants to kill you, but what the hell.”  I pulled it on over my underthings, and let it flare around my thighs.  “Can you grab those boots?”  I pointed at the knee high, flat heeled ones that I hadn’t worn yet and his smile grew.  “If I’m playing the part of your fantasy roleplay, let’s go full throttle, shall we, daddy?”  

He groaned as he handed the boots to me.  “That word sounds a fuck ton hotter when you say it, baby girl.”  I smirked as he had to adjust himself at me uttering one word.  

“Yeah, isn’t it too fucking bad that I have to get going, and you’ll have to take care of this-” I cupped him through his jeans forcing a moan from him.  “All by yourself?”  

He shook his head and nearly growled, but knew I was right.  “Fucking torture, but maybe I hold off until you get back, make sure that when I take a knee I’m more than ready to truly fucking worship you.”  

That caused a hard clench of lust to ricochet through me.  Biting my lip, I shook my head.  “I’m going to hold you to that.”  And kissing him hard, I pulled away.  “Faster I leave-”

“Sooner you’ll get back.”  He sighed, worry clouding his face again.  “Let’s go, before I fucking tie you to the bed and refuse to let you leave.”  

Laura went with me, no one else, it was one of the conditions of the meeting.  Just Laura, me, and Kiara in the truck that Negan had brought me home in.  It took less time than I expected, and I hid my surprise at the cosplaying knights that greeted us on horseback to lead us into the Kingdom.  Laura almost caused a scene when she was told she’d be staying outside of the theater where I’d be sitting down with Maggie, but a gentle hand on her arm from me stopped her.

“It’s fine,” I soothed, taking Kiara from her along with the fully stocked diaper bag.  “I’ll be back and we’ll be fine.”  

The theater was dim, but I could see a table and chairs set up on the stage.  Maggie was waiting, along with another familiar face holding a little boy.  I smiled, but took my time to make my way up, glancing around to be sure no ambush waited for me.  After all, I had precious cargo in my arms.  

“Callie,” Maggie wasn’t smiling, but I hadn’t expected a hug.  “I guess this is-” her eyes fell on Kiara and my little girl giggled at the other baby.  

“My daughter, Kiara Jade.”  I said, sitting down after dropping the bag next to the empty chair.  “Hello, Carol.”  The older woman was studying me, and I wondered if she’d gotten her impulses under control since I last saw her.  “Your little guy is adorable.”  

Maggie, like any mother would, had to smile at the compliment.  “He’s growin’ like a weed.”  Then she seemed to remember why we were in the Kingdom.  “Did you come to bargain?”  

I shook my head and kept my smile.  “No, not bargain, Maggie.”  I bounced Kiara on my knee while she played with my braid.  “I’ve come to warn you off.”  

My easy manner in saying why I’d asked for the meeting shocked the two women I’d once considered family.  That consideration ended when they threatened my husband and family.  I failed them, I knew that, but they never once considered me in their path to vengeance, so I felt no compunction in showing them that I meant business.  

“Negan has ordered and done terrible things,” I said, my voice never raising past normal conversational levels.  “I won’t excuse him for that, but I will say this-”  Smiling at Kiara as she tried to fit her entire fist into her own mouth, I took a moment to compose my words.  “If either of you, or the ragtag group you plan on assembling attempt to attack my people again?  I will make what Negan HAS done, look like child’s play.”  I looked up to see them sharing a look of complete disbelief.  They expected groveling or begging, good luck with that.  “Remember, ladies, I know where your skeletons are buried, and I haven’t got a single fuck to give about letting the entire world know.”  This was said to Carol, my eyes locked on hers as I watched her gulp.  

“So what is this?”  Maggie asked, clearly unprepared for my promise of full throttle war if they dared to try me.  “Just you comin’ in here to threaten us?”

I chuckled.  “God no,” I shrugged.  “I wanted to meet baby Herschel.  He does look like his daddy, doesn’t he?”  I saw her flinch at the reminder.  “I wanted you to meet Kiara, my guard calls her KJ, but she’s every bit a princess so I prefer her full first name.”  I turned my baby to face the two of them.  “Does this look like a baby created by a monster?”  I saw them both swallow hard.  “My husband, Negan, isn’t inhuman, ladies.  He’s simply learned that the path to survival isn’t always paved with good intentions.  He tried to warn us, over and over again, but we didn’t listen.”  I bit my lip and took a deep breath.  “He does regret Glenn’s death, and he definitely regrets you being left a single mother, but he can’t rewind history.”  I knew that I was cutting Maggie to the quick, but I refused to live in fear of her or anyone else.  “Trust me, let go of the rage, the madness that loss can push on you is horrifying.”  I saw them both blanche remember my dad after Mom died, clearly.  “Just because you’re focused on revenge doesn’t mean it’s not changing you for the worse, I know that and so do you.  But, I also know that when you push it away, when you focus on the GOOD that’s left-” I glanced up at the baby boy still being held by Carol and saw him give me a grin that I returned.  “Then life is worth more than just survival.”

After the sudden twist our visit took, I said my goodbyes.  I knew I’d given Maggie things to think over.  And I knew that Carol would be one of her many sounding boards.  Not wanting to threaten/promise, then leave, I mentioned that the next time we met, I hoped it would be under less tense circumstances.

“I think our little ones might like to get to know one another,” I offered, bending down to pick up the bag I’d set down when I arrived.  “And they are OUR future, aren’t they?”

With that I turned my back and walked away with my head held high and no fear of reprisal.  Maggie and Carol were still working through my words, and neither of them made a move to stop me.

Laura looked relieved when I walked out, blinking in the harsh sunlight.  She took KJ from me, and I knew she was taking careful inventory of both of us, one tiny bruise and I felt like she might snap.

We left with less fanfare than we’d arrived with, and once buckled in for the drive back, I let out the laugh that I’d been holding in since I took my parting shot.  Laura shook her head, waiting for me to clue her in to what was so funny.  And I told her the entire tale, start to finish, her eyes widening as she heard every single warning I gave them.  

“Do you think they believe you?”  She asked, pulling through the gates to take us home.  

I nodded.  “They know me well enough to know that I don’t bluff where my family is concerned.”  I smiled as I saw Negan stalking to the truck, “and they’d be stupid to think I’d start now.”

#negan x ofc #rick grimes daughter #mention of smut #The Walking Dead #alternative universe

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Organic Allies For Expectant Females Through Susun Weed

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Sina’s Chronicles              “The Family Dinner”

                                                    By: Shawnice Renee

           Nicolette hair still in jumbo sized rollers, was setting the table for their guest to arrive shortly. She wanted elegance, so she decided to pull out her ivory and gold plates. Those plates were special, because Luther bought them while they were honeymooning in Paris. It was so long ago, but she’s held on to them since. Everything was just about ready. The food is finished, bottles of wine nicely chilled. She even outdid herself by baking a cherry- covered cheesecake for dessert. Glancing at the clock, it was 6:45. Nicolette’s pace grew fast because their guest would be arriving at 7. Hurrying up the stairs, Nicolette knocked on Sina’s door, (knock, knock).

“Come in!” Sina yelled.

“Sina? You have to make sure everything is fine downstairs, I have to let my hair down.” Nicolette demanded.

Rolling her eyes Sina responded, “Mommy, I thought you took care of all that already?”

Not in the mood for Sina’s antics, Nicolette let her know one last time.

“This is for you Sina, this is your new little friend coming over, get your but downstairs!”

“Ma, she’s lazy. This is Sina we’re talking about.” Then in walks Drina dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, Nicolette thought she was going to lose her mind at Drina’s ensemble.

“You aren’t wearing that Drina.”

“It’s only dinner mom, really?” said Drina as she folded her arms.

“We’re having a guest.” Sina snarled.

“He’s your guest not mine.” Drina shot back Nicolette put her hands up.

“Girls that’s enough! Sina go downstairs like I asked and Drina? Change…your…clothes now!”

               Both girls walked out and did what they were told. Minutes later the doorbell rings. Sina quickly runs to the hallway mirror to check herself. Once she was satisfied with her look she excitedly opened the door. There on the other side stood a man of mocha complexion appeared about 5’11 with small wire frames. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Sina.

               Good evening handsome, come inside. Meet my family.” Sina invited her guest inside the to introduce him. Nicolette graceful as ever walks up to him and introduces herself. She also couldn’t help but notice his mature appearance. Hopefully before Luther gets home.

“Hello there! I’m Sina’s mom of course, Nicolette Hoover. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Terry…?”

               Extending his hand for a handshake he politely responded. “…Terry Lee, my name is Terry Lee. Mrs. Hoover and the pleasure is all mine.”

               Smiling suspiciously Nicolette invited him to sit down on the couch. Meanwhile a wardrobe-changed Drina walks in to hand him a glass of water. Nicolette urged Sina to introduce Terry to Drina before dinner. Just so everyone is acquainted with her guest. With reluctance, Sina does it anyway.

“Drina, Terry. Terry. Drina, mom where’s daddy?”

“Sina don’t be rude, your father’s coming home shortly”

               There was an air of silence amongst the four. No one was exactly sure how to start the conversation. So Terry decided to break the ice.

“So Sina tells me-“

“Exactly how old are you?” Drina cut Terry off before he could complete his sentence.

“Drina shut up!”  Sina whined.

“I’m curious. You’re not the type she normally goes for cuz you seem smart.” Said Drina as she closely observed him. “And you don’t look Sina’s age, no offense but you look older than me.” Drina continued to explain.

               Nicolette excused Drina’s rudeness, even though she herself would like to know. Flushed with embarrassment, Sina clenched Terry’s hand while they sat on the loveseat. On the outside looking in, it appeared like a serious conversation. The way the two pairs sat opposite one another in the living room. He realized Drina was being rude and totally ignored it. Politely he answered her question.

“It’s cool I wasn’t offended, Yes I am older than Sina and depending on your age I might be older than you.”

Drina turned her nose up snobbishly, she couldn’t help but being a bitch. “I’m 25 how old are you?” she asked Terry.

“Close enough. I’m 27” Terry answered. Both Terry and Sina then smiled proudly at one another.

Nicolette taking mental notes wanted more answers. “27? Interesting and exactly how did you and Sina meet?”

“Ma I told-“ Sina tried to explain but Nicolette stopped her.

“No I want to hear it from Terry.”

               Before Terry could ever respond the man of the house walks in, Mr Hoover. When Terry saw Mr. Hoover for the first time he was shocked, he didn’t expect Mr. Hoover to be so…short. Terry couldn’t help but laugh inside, meeting his lady’s father for the first time, and he looks like black George Jefferson. Wanting to leave the best impression he can, Terry stood up to introduce himself.

“Hi daddy!” The girls said in unison, that was only time they could be in unison. Luther greeted his beautiful daughters with hugs and kisses. While keeping his eyes on Terry. For his short stature Luther Hoover was quite the intimidating man.

“Why is there a man standing in my living room? And he’s taller than me.”

“Daddy stop hahaha! This is my boyfriend Terry.” Sina laughed.

               Terry extended his hand for a shake but Luther consciously ignored it, and continued his conversation with his daughter.

“Boyfriend!” Luther yelled, “ Since when we’re bringing boyfriends home?”

“Daddy I told you he was coming!” Whining Sina.

“Oh I’m just pulling his leg, how are you Terry? Larry Hoover III.” Luther laughed, reassuring Terry he was joking. He took off his blazer while Nicolette was already waiting to hang it up.

“Alright let’s eat and chat some more with our own special guest tonight!” Luther proceeds to guide everyone to the dining room. It was beautifully decorated by Nicolette of course had a large crystal glass dining table. Surrounded by five cream-colored cushion chairs, the table had five plates along with eating utensils awaiting anyone ready for an elegant feast. Overlooking the guests and table is Swarovski crystal chandelier. Terry noticed the reflection in his water glass. Nicolette and Drina brought the food and drinks out while Luther, Sina, and Terry chit chatted.

               So, Terry is it? Tell me about yourself are you in college? Graduate? Drop out?” Luther asked as he took a light sip of his water.

Pushing his glasses on his face, Terry nervously laughed at Luther’s sarcasm. “Actually Mr. Hoover I attended Shaw University. I graduated with a degree I psychology. As for now I’m currently enrolled in school for my masters in clinical psychology. He didn’t want to admit or show it but Luther was very impressed. Most of the time, Sina is always introducing her dad to lowlife aspiring rappers. Who think smoking weed is part of the job description for rapping.

“You’re working on your masters huh?”

“Yes, sir then I plan on getting my Ph.D. as well.” he made sure to keep eye contact with Luther through the whole conversation. His father always told him it’s a sign of respect to look a man in the eye.

“Well, well, Terry I must say I am very impressed with your future. Since you’re my baby Sina, I have to know son, how old are you? Because you look slightly mature for my Sina.” Luther had a bit of sternness in his voice.

Sina sat quietly with her head down like a little girl being lectured by her parents.

“I’m 27…Sir. I know there’s…gap…somewhat. But I assure you sir, and Mrs. Hoover as well. That there isn’t a woman I’ve met yet that captivates me the way your daughter does.” Terry gazed at the woman he fell in love with, while in response Sina smiled and looked away in embarrassment.

Everyone at the table stared at both of them, when Luther spoke again. “That’s the kind of girl my Sina is…captivating! Hahaha!” Luther belted out a hearty laugh. “I expect nothing but the best for my girls. So I expect you to give her the best. You know Mrs. Hoover is 10 years younger than me.” Stated Luther.

“Really? Amazing because you both age really well. May I ask how did Mrs. Hoover parents take it…you know..meeting you for the first time? Terry asked, he felt relieved hearing about the age difference between Sina’s parents.

“Oh my father hated him! Hahahaha!” Nicolette interjected.

“Ah yes, Mr. Arden may he rest in peace. He hated my guts, that man. I mean who could blame him? I was a 29-year-old man dating his 19-year-old daughter.” Explained Luther.

“Yes, my father did everything he could to keep me from him. But it didn’t work. I was away at college and out of his eyesight, there was nothing he could do to keep me from Luther.” Nicolette began to smile at Luther, like the feelings she had never went away.

“He did try to keep Mrs. Hoover away from me. I remember one time her father tried to transfer her to a college somewhere out in Ohio was it?

“It was down in Louisiana, Honey.” Nicolette reminded him.

“Yeah down there. Now Mrs. Hoover was already attending college in Chicago. He made some ridiculous excuse that she would get quality schooling if she transferred. But having two girls of my own. I understand why he was so protective. Man to man Terry? A father idealistically doesn’t want his young 20 year old daughter bringing home a 27 year old man. These May-December romances can be quite complicated. Sina’s an impressionable young lady whose still figuring out what she wants and who she is.

               You’re an equally impressionable man who has a good head on his shoulders. You’re starting to build a foundation for yourself and Sina isn’t quite there yet.” Luther said.

               This is the conversation Sina dreaded. On the other hand, Terry being drawn to what Luther had to say, wanted to reassure him he has nothing to worry about.

“Mr. Hoover Sir, I do understand her level of maturity and I’m willing to be patient. This whole age difference thing is new to me. To Sina as well but I have faith we’ll work it out.”

Nicolette smiled with pleasure, happy to hear a young man is so in love with one of her daughters’. Luther on the other hand, was not quite convinced.

“Listen, Nicolette and I love love Sina. The last thing we are going to do is judge her for being in the same shoes we were in over 30 years ago. We went through it! However, one thing Mr. Arden, Mrs. Hoover’s father accused me of something at that time. I remember being so offended but as I said prior I understand. So, this time I’ll do it differently from Mr. Arden. Don’t manipulate my daughter.” Luther urged.

               Overall the dinner was a success, much to Sina’s surprise. Everyone ate their food and Nicolette was even nice enough to make Terry a to-go plate. Drina, over the whole night retired to her bedroom, while Sina walked Terry to the door, more in love than before.

“Im so happy you came! I’m extremely happy you and daddy hit it off.” Said a smiling Sina.

“Thank you for inviting me, your family is amazing, your mom is beautiful I see where you get your good looks from. Mr. Hoover is a great man to admire and Drina…she’s very…outspoken.” Terry laughed.

“Yeah I think Drina orgasms off of being a bitch.” They both laughed. Then Terry’s face changes to a more serious one. He had something he’s been wanting to say. Even though it’s still early he can’t help it. For Sina he’s a sucker for love.

“Listen, baby before I go I want to get this out.” Terry cleared his throat and exhaled deeply. “We’ve only been dating for a couple of months, and these months have been something to cherish. Sina I want to cherish you more, actually forever. Baby I want to marry you.”

               Waiting for an answer, Terry gazed deep into Sina’s eyes, ad without hesitation squeals “Yes” and giggles as she jumps into Terry’s arms kissing him.

“Oh, my gosh are you sure you want to marry me? She asked in disbelief.

“More than anything, I was going to ask for your father’s blessing tonight. But then I thought maybe too soon.”

“Too soon my ass, where’s my ring?” Sina extended her left hand out, wiggling for a ring to be placed on her finger.

“The ring is coming. I want to make sure we’re on the same page. We are on the same page, we are on the same page, right? Cuz if not I’ll take it back- “

Sina jokingly intervened, “…uh no there will be no taking back of anything over here! We are on the same page. But for the sake of my family let’s keep this a secret.”

“As long as you marry me I’ll do anything you want.”

“Ugh why do you have to always be so sweet?” she giggles, looking down at the floor.

Terry laughed, only for you, listen though I’m going to head home. My last day of interning is tomorrow.

“Aww that’s right, I forgot! Ok then call me when you get home?”

“I definitely will, I love you Sina.”

“I love you too Terry.”

               They both shared a deep long kiss before he got into his car and drove off. For both of them this is truly a night to remember.

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