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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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I know you don't usually write PRU stuff, but if you ever feel inclined, here's a ficlet idea! so: Newt is trying to fight off the Precursors by constantly reminding himself that He Is Human. but whenever newt thinks about what makes him Feel Human, the answer is always hermann. so newt starts conjuring up vivid mental images of hermann (doing mundane, hermann-y things) to ward off the Precursors. bonus point if, like, newt fondly remembering smth innocuous (like the scent of Hermann's chalk dust?) is enough to actually sever the alien mind control.

Anonymous asked: Maria!!! Would you ever write an angsty post uprising prompt? Or even a pre uprising? Anything with Newt fucking around with Kaiju and being sad i am HERE FOR 👏

in honor of the sequel’s 3 year anniversary, let’s try something a little different 👀 THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME RE: LENGTH....I'll leave it up to interpretation whether or not the bonus is wholly fulfilled.... also on proofing this I realized it might need content warnings? so vague refs to disordered eating and alcohol drinking (ie, newt’s body is inhabited by aliens who forget how human stuff works)

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Honestly, Newt’s life has been kind of a shitshow lately. He’s too, like, high strung. Too many responsibilities. Not enough hours in the day to get that shit done. He’s even higher strung than he was during the war, which is nuts, because certain doom was lurking around every corner. Maybe that’s why it’s not that nuts, though. The war was chaotic—and Newt’s fueled (or, used to be fueled?) by chaos. The kaiju were unpredictable. The kaiju didn’t run on a 9-5 schedule. The kaiju didn’t expect Newt to have three new jaeger prototypes on their desk by noon on a fucking Saturday, which is usually the day Newt spends two hours in his expensive bath tub and drinks a nice bottle of wine, and definitely not a day he wants to spend giving himself a stress migraine and shouting at underlings to make themselves useful. On top of that, his usual cafe got his coffee order wrong—when Newt had to run in to get it, himself, on a Saturday morning—and it only had half the espresso shots he really needs for the day. No wonder he’s going grey at forty. Fucking nightmare. Stable employment is exactly the kind of chaos that’s bad for Newt—give him the kaiju any day, thanks.

“Dr. Geiszler?”

Newt pushes his sunglasses up, and scowls at whichever one of his employees has dared to interrupt his catnap. The fluorescent overheads are brutal on his poor eyes right now. The lab needs more natural lighting. Maybe if he complains, they’ll knock out some walls in put in a few more windows. “Did you find any Aspirin?” he says.

Wordlessly, Newt’s assistant passes him a bottle. Newt pops the cap off and takes at least four. The coffee he washes it down with is cold. “How are the last simulations coming along?” he says, flicking his sunglasses back down. He seems to have so many migraines these days. It’s the contact lenses, he thinks—making the switch over from frames so late in the game. Screwing with his perceptions. Newt went thirty years with frames, after all. “We only have two hours before—”

“We’re almost done,” his assistant cuts in. “We’re working as fast as we can, Dr. Geiszler.”

“But are we gonna make the deadline?” Newt says.

She fidgets, and moves her clipboard to her other arm. “Well—we’ve had some—issues.”

Newt stands up with a long sigh. Double overtime, probably. Sunday lost to this shit too. That new bottle of wine waiting for him on his kitchen counter bought for nothing. “Gotta do everything myself, huh? Unbelievable.”

He follows his assistant over to the main lab down the hall, where his team of j-techs are hurrying around. Hardly anyone in proper lab attire—no labcoats—someone in sweatpants—Newt wasn’t the only one who had his Saturday ruined, probably. No one else is going grey, though. “What’s this shit?” he says, stopping in his tracks with one foot through the doorway. The high-tech holo-smartboards have been pushed aside, and instead, someone’s wheeled in a huge…chalkboard.

“Technical issues,” his assistant says. “The other floors are having the same problem—something in the new interface update that downloaded last night, we think. They’re all out of commission. Technology is working on it, but for now, we had to pull that out of deep storage.”

Two of his scientists are scrawling across the board quickly—one with white chalk, the other with pink. They’re debating something in hushed tones. Newt hasn’t seen a chalkboard in years. It doesn’t fit with Shao Industry’s whole chic, sleek, futuristic aesthetic. So—bulky. And messy. “Of course it would happen today of all days,” Newt sighs. The sight of it makes him feel odd, and he can’t seem to drag himself any further into the lab and any closer towards it.

His assistant says something. Newt doesn’t hear—he’s listening, instead, to the squeaking of chalk across the blackboard. So noisy and obnoxious. It reminds him of years and years ago, of working in a grimy little basement, of…

“—look it over. Dr. Geiszler?”

“Hm?” Newt says. It was like a layer of fog had begun to lift from his thoughts, but the interruption sends it rolling right back in.

“I said we’re ready for you to look it over. Only if you want too, of course,” she adds, nervously.

“Uh-huh,” Newt says.

Newt’s never had anyone fear him before, not like his employees seem to fear him—he’s not sure he likes it. His scientists shut up the second he looms over (well—under, Newt’s never loomed over anyone in his life) their shoulders to inspect their work so far. The squeaking stops. One of them lowers their piece of chalk. “Wait,” Newt says, too-loudly, surprising them and himself. They both look at him with the same nervousness as his assistant, like he’s about to start shouting or something. “Keep doing that.”

“Keep…?”

“Writing,” Newt says. “On the chalkboard.”

The scientist frowns at him. “Um, okay,” she says. “What am I supposed to write?”

“Anything,” Newt says. “Seriously. Anything.”

She hesitates.

“Anything,” Newt repeats.

She picks up the white chalk, and writes out her name, then doodles a few random pictures—a DNA helix, a flower, a cat face, a star. Newt shuts his eyes, and breathes in deeply. That smell. He snags the forgotten piece of pink chalk from the ledge. “Can I have this?” he says. He doesn’t wait for them to respond—though they both nod yes frantically, and bewilderedly—before writing out his own name on the board. Dr. Geiszler. It looks wrong, so he writes Newt beneath it. He shuts his eyes, and writes Newt again. Why does he feel like he’s done this sort of thing before? This thing is ancient—before his time at Shao—he wouldn’t have used it before they carted off to the basement. Newt, Newt, Newt Was Here,he writes, Newt +, and then he stops.

He opens his eyes. “Who’s Hermann?” his assistant says.

Newt + Hermann. Newt didn’t realize he wrote it. “Someone I knew,” he says, faintly. “Years ago. He was my—” He swallows. He feels strange. “My colleague?”

Strange. Dizzy. The Aspirin isn’t working. Definitely the contact lenses. He could afford laser eye surgery now, if he wanted, maybe he should look into it. He grips the ledge of the chalkboard, swaying, and grits his teeth; his two scientists back away from him slowly, no doubt worried he’s about to hurl all over their shoes. He might, to be honest. Newt + Hermann. Hermann was his colleague. Hermann was his— “Are you feeling okay, Dr. Geiszler?” his assistant asks. “You look…”

“Tell Shao I’m taking the rest of the day off,” Newt says.

“What?”

“You guys got this shit handled without me,” Newt says. He pockets the chalk. “I’m not—I’m not feeling myself. I think I need to go home and lie down. Seriously, you’ve got it under control—all these numbers look, uh, good, I trust you. If you guys don’t get it finished you can just tell Shao it’s my fault, okay?”

She gapes at him. “Uh,” she says. “Okay?”

Newt doesn’t go home. He goes to the nearest shop he can find instead, and makes a beeline for the art supplies aisle. Only a few boxes of chalk in stock. Four multicolored, two all-white, one yellow. He drops them all into his basket but the yellow, which he rips opens and immediately smells. Newt + Hermann. Hermann always smelled like chalk dust—he always had a fine layer of it on his clothing, patches of it on his blazer, his sweatervest, even on his undershirt. Newt used to tease him for that. He closes his eyes, and breathes in again. Funny—all those baths, all those bottles of wine, and this stupid little box of chalk is what’s finally making him feel calm for once. Quieting down his brain. He didn’t realize how loud it’d gotten in there. When Hermann would kiss Newt, he would sometimes stain Newt’s clothing with chalk, too, and Newt would pretend to be annoyed, but he never really was.

Someone is speaking to him. An employee. They’re staring at him, a cautious distance away, and Newt’s not sure what they’re saying.

His vision’s gone blurry—he didn’t realize he’d started crying, either. He wipes his eyes on the cuff of his blazer and sniffles. “Sorry,” he says. The box of yellow chalk is wet. “Um. Do you have any more of these in the back?”

He takes the bus home for the first time in years, one hand stuffed in his little brown shopping bag the whole time, wrapped around a box of chalk. When he gets back to his apartment (his big, lonely, apartment), he pulls out the only food in his fridge—some leftovers from a Shao Industries event three nights ago—and settles down on his big, lonely couch. He can’t stop thinking about Hermann. Five or so years, maybe more, not thinking about Hermann, and now suddenly—it’s like the floodgates have opened. He thinks about Hermann’s haircut. (Bad.) He thinks about Hermann’s smile. (Silly, and sweet.) He thinks about Hermann’s dumb accent, and the clack of Hermann’s cane on the floor, and Hermann’s chalk squeaking over his chalkboard, and how it felt when Hermann would wrap him in his arms and kiss him and whisper things to him. Hermann’s sweaters always smelled like mothballs and stale cigarette smoke. Terrible combination.

Newt’s stomach growls. He’s finished the small bit of leftovers without realizing, and is apparently still hungry. He would kill for some sushi takeout right now. Or pizza, God. Yeah, it’d be screwing with his new diet and fitness plan—he casts a guilty glance over at his brand new exercise bike, which is gathering dust in the corner by his TV—but he’s tired of doing stupid kale and juice cleanses or whatever, just to please—well. He’s only human.

He is?

He walks up the stairs to his bathroom, and stares at himself in the mirror. Stupid vest. Stupid tie. Neat hair, clean-shaven cheeks, contact lenses. Newt’s only human. “I’m human,” he tells his reflection. Is he human? He felt human standing by that old chalkboard back in the lab, and holding that box of yellow chalk in the aisle of that little shop. He felt human when he was remembering things. Because of—Newt blinks at himself. Because of whom?

“Hermann,” he says, and smiles at the way the name makes him feel. He should text him, maybe.

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“I must say,” Hermann says, “I was quite surprised when I received your dinner invitation. You’ve done a rather fine job of ignoring my calls as of late. I’d thought— Ah, thank you,” he adds, as Newt holds the door open for him. He steps into Newt’s apartment and cranes his neck around, squinting curiously, and then shoves a bottle of red wine at Newt’s chest. Hermann is much more personable than Newt remembers—what little Newt remembers—and he wonders if it’s age or something else. “I’ve been holding onto this one for a while. It’s the one you gave me as a part of a gift for my thirty-seventh birthday—you remember? Oh, but isn’t it so terrifically, er, modern in here.”

“Is it?” Newt says. He’s never given much thought to his apartment before, but he stares around at it now in mild interest. It is very chic, isn’t it? Monochrome. Impersonal. Not something Newt would’ve picked for himself. “Yeah, I had some interior decorators come in and do it for me.”

Hermann arches an eyebrow. “How…”

“Modern,” Newt offers. He puts the bottle of wine on his marble kitchen island. “Thanks for this, by the way, but I’ve actually been trying to cut back on the—” He bites back drinking. No need to alarm Hermann. “—Calories, so if it’s cool with you I’d rather not open it. I’m doing a, um, a new fitness program.”

“Ah,” Hermann says. “I suppose that explains that, then, doesn’t it?” He points at the dusty exercise bike. Newt watches his gaze move from that, to the barren leather couch, to the short staircase which leads to Newt’s shut bedroom door. Newt can practically see the gears working in his head. “Will—ah, what was their name, that little flight of fancy of yours—a dalliance, one might say—will they be, ah, joining the two of us?” He looks at Newt out of the corner of his eye. “Alice, was it?”

“Who?” Newt says, blankly.

Hermann breaks out in a broad grin, which he quickly tries, very badly, to turn into a sympathetic frown. He pats Newt’s arm. “There’s the spirit, then, Newton! All in the past, I presume? Hardly any use in dwelling on a broken heart. Then again—it’s not as if you were together long enough to warrant those sorts of dramatics, were you?” he says, cheerily. “What I mean is—certainly it wasn’t as if you had any sort of deep or emotional connection with—?—oh, I’ve forgotten the name again.”

“Uh,” Newt says. He’s not really sure who Hermann’s talking about, but just based on that fact alone, he would assume Hermann is right. “I guess not?”

“Precisely as I expected,” Hermann says, with a satisfied nod. “Rotten grounds for a relati—for a fling. You deserve far better, Newton.” Hermann touches Newt’s arm again, and this time, he doesn’t move his hand. It makes Newt’s skin prickle pleasantly. “You look well these days, though I admit it’s a bit of a shock to see you without your glasses,” Hermann continues, flicking his eyes up and down Newt twice. He lingers on Newt’s left hand, over the bare spot where—until this morning, when he suddenly realized how stupid it looked and yanked it off—he was wearing that Elvis ring. “Ending things must be treating you kindly. I don’t suppose I could dash to your loo?”

“Loo?” Newt says. “Oh, right. Yeah, it’s that door there, right off the living room.” He drops down onto the leather couch. “Knock yourself out. I’ll be right here.”

Hermann disappears into Newt’s bathroom, and comes back out three minutes later with combed hair, a straightened collar, and the vague smell of cologne. He’s tucking a small bottle into his top pocket. “I found a box of hair dye in your medicine cabinet,” he declares, smugly. “I knew there was no bloody way that was natural. Though I’m not surprised it fooled Alice.” He rests his cane against the glass coffee table and sits down next to Newt. Right next to Newt. The whole sofa to pick from, and he’d rather their thighs touch. Newt doesn’t mind—actually, the contact is strangely grounding, like Hermann’s hand on his arm had been earlier. He’s here, in his living room, with Hermann, his friend Hermann, his colleague Hermann, his—well, question mark—Hermann.

“Hermann, can I ask you something?” he says. “Something important?”

“By all means,” Hermann says, leaning in and fluttering his eyelashes. Even over the cologne, Newt can still make out that mothball-chalk-smoke smell.

“Do you take your coffee with sugar?” he says.

Hermann laughs. “Do I—what?”

Newt repeats the question. The smile slips off Hermann’s face, and he draws away, furrowing his eyebrows. “Well,” he says, “yes, usually, only I’m not sure what—”

“Sugar, and some milk,” Newt says. “It was the same with your tea. And you had a mug that you would use—you wouldn’t use any other. It was blue, and it said—” He exhales through his nose. “It said TU Berlin. That’s where you got your PhD.”

After Newt sent Hermann a text about dinner last night, he sat down with a pen and pad of paper and made a list of everything he could remember about Hermann. He started with what Hermann looks like, and who Hermann is, and then moved into the harder stuff like what Hermann likes and the sort of things Hermann used to do. He stayed up all night doing it, until his hand cramped and his head hurt even more than it had that morning, and then recited it over and over to himself in a whisper as he fell asleep. Hermann has brown eyes. Hermann likes blackberry jam on his toast. Hermann wears little glasses on a chain. Hermann uses a cane with a tiny little nick in the brass of the handle. The list is in his pocket now; it makes Newt feel calm, and even calmer when he reaches into his pocket and touches it. He exhales again, hard, and then inhales. “We were together,” he says. “When we closed the Breach, you told me you loved me.”

“I did,” Hermann says, quietly.

“I said it back,” Newt says.

Hermann nods.

Slowly, Newt reaches out and puts his hand over Hermann’s. Hermann makes a strange noise in the back of his throat—like a sigh, or maybe a groan. His pulse twitches erratically under Newt’s fingertips. “I bought chalk,” Newt says.

“You—” Hermann echoes, his voice choked. “You bought chalk?”

“It reminded me of you,” Newt says.

He’s not surprised when Hermann kisses him, but he is surprised at his knee-jerk reaction: to pull away, or push Hermann away, and to order him to get out of his apartment. He’s surprised, because those aren’t his thoughts. He doesn’t want Hermann to leave—he wants Hermann to stay longer, and kiss him more, and help him remember more. “Oh, Newton,” Hermann says. “Newton, Newton—” He moves his mouth to Newt’s neck, kissing, breathing, and whispering his name, and Newt shuts his eyes and forces himself to remember his list.

“Tell me things about you,” Newt begs. “I want to remember you.”

Hermann’s laughter, hesitant and confused, comes out in a puff of hot air against his skin. “Remember me?” he says. “I’m not sure— Are we not a bit—?”

“Hermann,” Newt says.

He grips the back of Hermann’s sweater, digging his nails in Hermann’s skin through the layers of fabric. Hermann must hear the urgency in his voice, because he shakes his head with another laugh, kisses Newt’s jaw, and says, “Well, alright. What am I even meant to tell you?”

“Your favorite color,” Newt says. Hermann kisses his chin. “Your favorite song. No, wait—” He nudges Hermann away from him, just enough so that Hermann can see him smile. “Tell me what you like about me.”

“Feeling rather egotistical tonight, aren’t we?” Hermann teases. He reaches out and brushes his fingers through the side of Newt’s hair. One of the spots Newt dyed—it was too grey. He catches Hermann’s hand by the wrist and pulls it away gently, but only to press himself up against Hermann’s chest instead. He can feel Hermann’s heartbeat. “I like—hm,” Hermann says. “I like your stubbornness. I like your passion. I like…”

His voice vibrates in his throat—Newt can feel that, too. He listens.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #if Alice was a real person her picture would be on Hermann's dartboard #it probably is anyway #Anonymous

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket, Se03. ep 5,(part 1)

In part 1 of this post, more than analyzing, I want to understand few confusing things first. I’m not annoyed or angry, I’m just confused & trying to piece things together, so, kindly don’t feel off with my usage of (!!!) & (???). lol. I’ll ONLY discuss two things here that confuse me a lot. ( Real ep review/ analysis will be in part 2)

1- Momiji’s romantic love for tohru (the real love triangle). What?!!!!!

I’m so shocked that momiji loves tohru romantically! So, in order to understand ( where did this come from!!) I re-visited his scenes with tohru since se01 & trying to see if I missed anything! Below is my speculations:

Is it love at first sight?!!! When Momiji first met tohru he kissed her on the cheek. I’ve always thought lightly that in the eyes of the reserved Japanese (bowing is greeting), all Europeans (kissing on the check is greeting). hence, Momiji’s kiss, he’s half Europea. However, perhaps it is a Kureno/ Arisa type of love at 1st sight/kiss?! kureno nearly kissed Arisa on the lips on their 1st official meeting. But Kureno/Arisa kiss was meant to be romantic/sexual with adult kureno’s “ I wanted to taste her lips”. but Momiji’s is a peak on the cheek & he was a child, so... I don’t think he’s struck by love before he’s officially introduced to us the audience.

Is it gradual growing love like kyo’s ? in all Momiji/ tohru eps, he always just wanted to play with her, visit places & spend time together. (hot spring & beach vacation) are his own ideas. But momiji didn’t want tohru exclusively. He intentionally invited both yuki & kyo to the hot spring & even was begging kyo to come. He invited all zodiacs to the beach & wanted all to spend time together. I believe that the hot spring ep especially showed momiji as this playful, innocent & naive kid, wanting to share tohru’s females’ hot spring section. I don’t think momiji was madly in love at that time. He was a child going “ waaaa~, kyo hit me” & jumping here & there.

So, summer vacation? but then again, Momiji slept with the children & tohru doted on them all. He defended tohru but they all defend her & love her. he said to kyo that he “selfishly wanted to be with tohru” but I didn’t catch any romantic hints from that. Was it really that time?? they all wanted to spend time with tohru. Yuki said “ I’ll kidnap you”, kyo agreed to go to the beach right away, kisa was glued to her to the point of annoying hiro! So, when? & why not let us as the audience know abt momiji’s feelings.

Is it related to opening up to tohru abt his family issues? He confessed to tohru abt his dad, mom & momo. She cried for him & hugged him. I never got the feeling in all those scenes that he was in love! it seemed to me like friendship love similar to hana’s/Arisa’s or siblings love substituting his nonexistent relationship with momo.

Is it just me?? I always saw momiji as this baby in toddler clothes, jumping, laughing & a ray of sunshine! A child but with the most mature heart & mind. Tohru didn’t help momiji, he was already helping himself first & reaching healthy conclusions abt how he should deal with his own traumas. So, perhaps (Me) not seeing him as a teenager stopped me from seeing his romantic love? but they showed me hiro/kisa’s love. Elementary school kids! so?

Regardless of when he fell in love or how, the point is, this is heart-breathtakingly tragic! cuz (a) tohru never saw him more than a child at first, then as a precious friend, (b) she’s intensely in love with kyo, which brings us to tohru’s core issues. (Tohru loosing yet another loved one). Tohru’s own issues aren’t fully explored yet, but her love for kyo has been blatantly hammered to us since se01 finale! this is because kyo being locked in the cat room equals (death) which parallels her mom’s (death). Tohru will be living her tragic trauma again but this time, kyo replacing kyoko! Thus, giving tohru a room for growth & character development.Tohru’s intense love for kyo was shown in by the drastic change in her attitude in se01, ep.24, chasing firmly after him even when he pushed her & refusing to let go until he’s back home cuz she wants to! then yuki blatantly saying “ she loves him, too, the way she looks at him“ im se02, ep22 & “don’t worry, tohru, he won’t accept (the other girls confession)” in se02, ep 17 & all her scenes with kyo in that ep where she’s scared he’ll let go of her & other scenes throughout the 3 seasons.

...so why momiji’s impossible & unrequited love is introduced?

I believe it is to push kyo to not let go of tohru. To throw kyo into this internal conflict between selflessly letting go of tohru so she could be happy (like hatori did with kana) & selfishly wanting her to be his lover ( like haru). Kyo himself expressed these two conflicting thoughts in se02, ep, 9 “ I hoped we could always be together somewhere far off (selfish love) & “ I don’t want to take anything from you (selfless love). So, momiji is challenging kyo in a way making him realize that selfish love might not be bad afterall & selfless love could be harmful! cleverly reversing the two concepts. So, I get why this love triangle was introduced. but whyyyy momiji! T_T.. choose someone else, Writer-San! poor Momiji we learned abt his love the same ep we learned it hopeless & he can’t pursue! T_T. couldn’t you at least put the two scenes far away, so I get time to grieve his broken heart! T_T.

2- Yuki/Machi ( Yuki is in a such hurry!!!!)

You could use the analogy of yuki’s starting the story as a (baby/child) taken cared by his mother (tohru) who taught him to be a person (all se01), Yuki took this knowledge as a (kid/teenager) & formed friendship on his own with (kakeru) in (se02). it is not after yuki became a true equal friend to kakeru, chocking him & equally teasing him, that Machi was allowed to talk abt her self as a real character with agency & thoughts (se02, ep24), now yuki must be a (teenager/Man) & fall romantically in love, hence (se03, eps 2 & 3). All this is amazing. So, I kinda expected the following:

yuki won’t take as long as kyo in confessing/ realizing romantic love since he/machi don’t have a shared baggage nor obstacles from the past.

he won’t be as fast as haru’s “ i love you/ kiss/ make love”. But then again, Haru & Isuzu have already known each other for years & are already in love, they just put a name to their desires & went on with it.

So, yuki should be in the middle, noticing, knowing abt the person, crushing, then realizing love & wanting a future together! Cuz yuki is this type of person who values taking time thinking thoroughly, right??

I’m confused as yuki wanted to confess the curse & to be with machi romantically right after the machi background scene? I know not everything should be on-screen & him falling slowly in love could be off-screen... the flower is a yuki/machi “ noticing her stage”, her fighting with him over the red leaf is “ noticing him stage” for her. but there’s only ONE intimate scene of them together! Her raw tears when he comforted her in her flat (the chalk scene is bonus). but.. I never expected that yuki is planning to confess his curse & feelings this early!!!!!! yuki! are you SURE she loves you? ( I mean we the audience know 100%) but how is HE sure?? yuki going this big stage so soon felt a bit un-yuki. but then agin, perhaps that’s part of the new changed confident yuki? I duno, I mean Machi was never given a proper time to prosper, but yuki was always given all the time there is to explore his feelings & even other ppl’s feelings! He’s there in kyo/tohru ‘s story to tells the audience they’re in love, he’s there in Isuzu/ haru to mend their gap. I mean yeah there gotta be more scenes abt them for sure, we’re in ep 5, but I never expected a the intruppted confession now & this soon!

perhaps it’s just me, again?! Maye I’m so invested in yuki & accustomed to him always taking time that I kinda expected more before he’s thinking of confessing. I really thought that confessing his curse/love is yuki/machi’s own story climax compared to kyo/tohru’s story climax with kyoko & Isuzu/Haru story climax after breakup, oh well. I’m positive we’ll see more of yuki’s journey with machi as yuki is rarely absent in any eps. More scenes to come!

That’s the end of my headache! XD. I apologize for giving you headache if you were kind enough to read all this. kindly, don’t spoil future scenes or sub-plots to me. I’m just expressing my shock at how fast the plot moved! just few eps ago, I was watching motoko love journey that survived 3 seasons! Hands down Motoko wins in furuba! XD. Jokes aside, Can I say we’re officially where “the plot thickens?” Is it going down? This ep felt like a bullet train!

Side Notes:

I never liked the “children in deep love theme” that hiro has as children shouldn’t suffer the romantic pining & suffering as teenagers & adult ppl, so, I really appreciated that Momimi altho was 15 when we 1st saw him, lived his childhood without the “oh my! I’m so in love~ pining~ suffer”.

The story introduced ( momoiji in romantic love) the same ep Momiji got tall, so making it as sth he expressed once he hit puberty like most boys his age. He even said it “ I’m a man now”, which is again sth boys feel once they get taller & experience other feelings.

Momiji never catches a break! T_T. My son is denied the types of love he wants (parental love, sibling love & now romantic love! ).

I don’t picture momiji/tohru together as a couple cuz it wasn’t built that way in the story & most of their moments weren’t romantic/sexual tension. to me it was the ultimate friendship!

I wish my son finds love on-screen! If Moyoko/Nao gets on-screen love, give my boy on-screen love, too!

Nah~ forget that~ I’m just sad for my son, I don’t want to see him paired with any character quickly to compensate him not having tohru. This is not doing momiji justice. So, I get the ED art of him with Momo.

If kyo has someone who loves him one-sidedly (Kagura), tohru now has someone who love her one-sidedly (momiji).

The kagura/kyo confrontation was heart breaking, but it had to happen cuz kyo knew she loved him & had to stop her. I hope Momiji never confesses to tohru, I wouldn’t be able to survive seeing tohru turn him down.Tohru & momiji are just too kind for such sad situation.

So, does this mean that the two characters with unrequited love are Kagura & momiji? they’re the only characters with no romantic partner in the ED.

Hana is without a lover in the ED, too! XD. Thank God! I love her crush on kazuma, cuz hello~ who won’t crush on this hunk! & teenage girls can crush on grown up men rather than boys (I know I did, but it was just my girlish crush). I’m thankful it is just a crush & teasing kyo tactics & not true romance! don’t give me another Arisa/Kureno, plz. lol.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #confused paper #momiji sohma

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buckyscrystalqueen · 3 years

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Meant To Be: Part 8

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use

Word Count: 5,139

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“Do you have everything we need?” Colson asked as he walked off stage in Japan after his last of four shows in the country.

“It’s all waiting in the car.” You said with a nod as you popped the locks on Gage’s stroller and turned it toward the exit door. “We gotta hurry.”

“I’m there. I’m there.” He said as he ripped off the battery pack to his headphones and tossed them on top of a speaker on his way out the door.

“Here.” Ashleigh said as she ran up with a small bag that had a change of clothes, a package of body wipes that had decent reviews on Amazon, and his wallet, passport, and cellphone. “Flight leaves in three hours and it’s still on time.”

“Where’s Sawyer?” You asked as you paused at the back door and turned around to look for her.

“I’m here!” She yelled as she came running from the bathroom while fixing her belt as she went. “We’re good.” She said with a nod as she pushed open the back door and stepped out of the way for you.

“Lawyer will be waiting for you at the airport in NC to go over your case.” Ashleigh continued as she followed you out to the waiting car. “I put all the paperwork you need in the diaper bag.”

“And our clothes?”

“I’ve got them in the back.” You said as you stopped at the back door of the SUV and pulled your sleeping son in his carseat off the stroller.

“Here, you don’t need to be lifting that shit.” Colson said as he took the carseat out of your hands and climbed into the back seat with it while Sawyer folded up the stroller and pushed it to the back with your bags.

“Good luck, guys.” Baze said as he stopped at the door and helped you and your slightly significant, 10 week along bump into the car. “We’ll see you in the UK.”

“Don’t kill anyone.” Slim laughed as he shot you a look. “And take care of our babies.”

“As opposed to what, leaving them on the tarmac?” You teased as you buckled in the carseat.

“You got this.” Rook said before kissing his girlfriend goodbye for a few days. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, they gotta go.” Ash said as she pushed everyone back a couple steps to close the doors. You all said your goodbyes, and settled back into the seats for a moment as the driver pulled away from the venue and headed toward the airport.

“OK, check the paperwork again.” Colson said as he pulled open his bag and grabbed the body wipes to get the post concert sweat off his body without a shower.

“It’s all there.” Sawyer said as you turned in your spot and grabbed the diaper bag from the back. “And I threw copies in my bag as well. We’re gunna be…”

“Don’t say we’re gunna be fine.” You snapped as you looked up at her through your lashes as you previously calmer self completely unraveled. “Fuck, can everyone just stop saying that shit. I could lose my fucking son tomorrow and I could be signing my second child straight to my mother’s arms in the same fucking swing. Nothing’s fucking fine, here.”

“OK.” Sawyer said softly, not taking offense to your anger in that moment as you pulled out the paperwork and the outline you had meticulously written out for yourself to go over them again.

“Where are we starting?” Colson asked as he wiped his arms down roughly, to keep himself from shaking with the nervousness you had both felt for the past three weeks since you got the custody papers.

“The DCF case.” You said as you pulled the list free of the paperclip and set it on Gage’s lap between you and Colson. “I have the case notes from the investigator and our social worker and the screened out letter and copies of all of it.”

“Our social worker’s number is on there, right?” Kels asked as he pulled off his jeans and set them aside to ‘wash’ from his hips down.

“I have a copy of her card stapled to both copies of the case notes.” You said as you checked both copies to triple check that the cards were still there.

“Medical’s next?” Colson asked as he glanced at the back of Sawyer’s head to make sure her attention was elsewhere before stripping off his dirty boxers and grabbing clean ones.

“Birth certificate…” You started with a sigh as you moved the DCF paperwork to the bottom of the pile for the next group. “NICU records, hospital records, Cali pediatrician records, North Carolina pediatrician record and notes, Cali number two pediatrician records. Check, check, check, and check.”

“And the records for the new baby?”

“Got those too if the judge needs them.”

“OK.” Colson sighed with a nod as he pulled on his clean shirt and used another one of the wipes to try and get the sweat out of his hair and off his flushed face. “What’s next?”

“Next is Sawyer and her records. Then the video files, and after that is your tour schedules for last and this year, the tour photos, and the receipts for the house and the bus baby proofing.” You looked over at the father of your children as he sighed and let his hands fall into his lap.

“Fuck, man… please don’t take my fucking kids.” A sob caught in your throat and you looked out the window as he reached across to hold your hand on Gage’s stomach. You couldn’t say anything to comfort him, same as there was nothing more he could say to comfort you, and Sawyer simply stayed silent in the seat in front of you. Colson smoked a quick joint, making sure to blow his smoke out the window for you and Gage, and chain smoked two cigarettes in the few minutes it took Sawyer to check herself, you, and Kels in to your flight. With the carseat in one hand and the other on your back, he lead you through the airport behind his body guard, through security, and to the plane.

“I won’t get on another plane without him.” Colson said after nearly an hour of silence as he sat down in his first class seat with Gage in his arms. You looked over at him through stress related exhausted eyes as he brushed his thumb across his son’s cheek. “I’ll cancel the fucking tour, I’ll even fucking catch a charge for murder and live in a third world country with you for the rest of my Goddamn life. But I will not lose my family again. I won’t fucking make it.” You nodded with tears in your eyes as he looked up at you with a shake of his head.

“I’m with you.” You whispered as you put your hand on his knee with a nod. “Even if we have to Bonnie and Clyde the fuck out of this situation, I’m with you.”

“I love you.” He whispered as he shifted in his seat so you could lay your head down on his shoulder to cry yourself to sleep.

“I love you, too.”

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“Hey, stay with me.” Colson said softly as he reached over and gently pushed on your jaw with his fingers so you would focus on him and not your mother at the next table as you waited for the judge. “Right here, baby girl.”

“I wanna just jump over this fucking table.” You growled under your breath as you held Gage on your lap as he bounced up and down on your slack covered thighs.

“And we’re not doing that because of the kids, right?” He clarified as he moved to purposely catch your eye as he himself fought his own urge to strangle your mother. You both startled the slightest bit when the bailiff told everyone to stand up, and you took a deep breath as you got to your feet for a moment.

“Be seated.” Judge Kevin Bosch said as he took a seat behind the raised bench in the corner of the small room. “We’re here today for a grandparent custodial claim?” He clarified as he looked at the court documentation your mother had submitted.

“Yes sir.” Her lawyer, whose name you didn’t catch, said with a nod as he organized his papers at his table. “We have documentation proving that Mr. Colson Baker, aka Machine Gun Kelly, aka Kels, aka MGK and Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have severely neglected their son, Gage Michael Baker since they have left North Carolina and the safe environment my client had offered the child.”

“What evidence?” Judge Bosch asked as he looked up from the file on his desk when Gage started to ask for his juice. Sawyer, who was there to be a witness for you, jumped to her feet behind you and carefully took Gage from over the partition with a smile so that he wouldn’t disrupt the trial.

“She is their nanny, sir.” Your lawyer, Ally clarified for the judge with a smile as she sat almost perfectly still, biding her time until it was her turn to speak because she knew with all of your paperwork there was no way she was losing. The judge nodded his head and took the evidence your mother had brought with her.

“What am I looking at?” He asked as he looked away from Sawyer and Gage as they slipped out the door and down at the photos in his hand.

“Those are the living conditions of my daughter’s apartment.” Your mom said as she sat up a little more in her chair for her turn on the soap box. “Theres a few photos of a bruise on my grandson’s thigh from his father… who he lives with now. And there are a few photos that I had to find on the internet because she refused to let me see my grandson to check on his well being and instead, took him to rock show in the middle of a heat wave where there were drugs and drinking present. You can see my grandson’s father smoking marijuana in most of those photos and doing who knows what other drugs near my grandson. They are not fit parents, your honor.”

“If I may, your honor.” Ally said as she picked up your stack of paperwork. “The apartment that Mrs. (Y/L/N) is referring to is an apartment that my clients have not lived in in four years. I do, however have photographs from an unannounced DCF visit and from the professional company that installed their baby proofing in the house my clients and their son live in now. As far as the bruise Mrs. (Y/L/N) is referring to, I again, have documentation from a pediatrician here in North Carolina and a cell phone video that showed the incident happening.

Mr. Baker was holding his son in the hotel room they had been staying in as my clients were working out some personal issues. Mr. Baker was dancing with his son and turned a little too sharply and Gage’s leg hit the edge of the bathroom door. Ms. (Y/L/N) and Mr. Baker immediately took their child to his doctor because they were both scared something bigger had happened besides just the simple bruise the child received, which wasn’t the case. We have the rest of the child’s medical records here as well for you to peruse if you so choose showing that there is no other incidents or any indication of physical abuse and that my clients have made and kept every appointment to date with their son’s pediatrician.”

“Let me see those.” Judge Bosch said as he set your moms photos to the side and held his hand out for your paperwork. Ally nodded and picked up the top two and the bottom sections of paper clipped papers to hand to the bailiff.

“The tour…” Colson tried to say but Ally shushed him softly and tapped his arm.

“Just wait.” She whispered as she pat his arm briefly. He nodded his head as you reached out and grabbed his hand when the judge started flipping quickly through your paperwork. Ally waited until he made it to the last packet before continuing. “Now, as far as Mrs. (Y/L/N)’s last point, along with the photos of the work my clients have done on their house, they have also done the same work on Mr. Bakers tour bus.”

“How often do you go on tour, Mr. Baker?” The judge asked as he looked up at Colson.

“It varies… sir.” He said as he sat up impossibly straighter beside you. “I… we actually flew here from Japan where I am on tour right now. Tours last between two and three months… I have a schedule…”

“He goes on tour once maybe twice a year.” You said for him as solidly as you could. “In between tours, occasionally, he makes an appearance at a music festival and he also sponsors his own festival in Ohio. That festival is where I assume the photos my mother found are from. But I also have photos from that weekend that I had put up on my personal Instagram account.” Judge Bosch nodded and held his hand up for the photos, which you and Colson scrambled to grab, along with the tour schedules, copies of all the checks you wrote to Sawyer for watching Gage for you so that there was a paper trail, and the USB drive you had of nearly every home video you had on your and Colson’s phones that involved your son.

“Our son was never in harms way at that festival.” You continued as you reached for Colson’s hand under the table because you had nothing else left for your case. “Cols… Mr. Baker and I made sure that he had sunscreen applied every hour and a half like the bottle said. We made sure he had fans on him at all times if he wasn’t playing in the RV, he was given juice and water mixed so that he wouldn’t get dehydrated, when I had him in the carrier so that we could see C… Mr. Baker preform, he had noise canceling headphones on the entire time so his hearing wasn’t affected at all…”

“And we have had his hearing checked twice since we got back just to make sure and so we’d know for future shows.” Colson said as he held on to your hand as tightly as you were holding his. “Sir, we are not bad parents. Sure, we have tattoos, and we don’t work your typical nine to five gig. Yes, she used to model for Penthouse and I have a recording studio in my house that I sometimes spend a little too much time in… but Gage isn’t in any danger with us. In fact, that kid is probably safer with our crazy, over protective asses than he would be with anyone else…”

“Please watch your language, Mr. Baker.” The judge said as he set down all the papers and looked up at the two of you. Colson nodded his head and you sat forward as a single tear spilled over on your cheek.

“Sir, please. Please don’t take our son away from us. I am not the horrible mother my own mother is trying to make me out to be, and Colson is not an abusive father either. Our only fault here is we smoke a little weed after Gage goes to bed or when we know someone else is with him that can be more responsible than we can be for a few hours since it’s legal in California. But sir, we have both fought through a lot of personal shhhhh… stuff to make sure that he is a safe, healthy, loved little boy. Please… just watch the videos. Watch them and then tell me that we have not done everything we can to be the best parents we can be. Please…”

“We’re gunna take a short recess.” The judge said as he collected all of the documents you had brought him. “I have a lot to look over.” You bobbed your head in agreement and only made it part of the way out of your chair when the judge exited, before you simply collapsed back down in your chair.

“I can’t fucking do this.” You sighed, before your head whipped up at your favorite ‘Mama’ in the entire world. You forced a smile on your face and stood up as Sawyer walked down the far side of the benches in the back of the room with Gage on her hip.

“Hey baby boy.” You cooed as you took him from your friend and sat back down in your chair. “Did you have your juice? And did you get it all over your nice shirt?” You laughed as you turned your son around to face his dad. “This is all you.”

“Oh, that is so not all me.” Colson huffed as he held on to Gage’s hands so he could walk down your thighs and onto his. “Have you ever seen you eat ice cream in bed?”

“We watched the ducks.” Sawyer said with a giggle as you scowled at your boyfriend. “And we had juice and one of the ladies at the desk gave us a package of those cheese crackers he loves.”

“You mean the ones you love that you give my son so you can eat them?” You teased as you sat back in your chair and folded your hands on your bump.

“Yea, those ones.” You nodded your head slowly and slowly rocked yourself back and forth, while trying to force yourself not to look over at your mother.

“Can I ask how it went?”

“It went.” Colson sighed as he stood up to grab a book from the diaper bag beside your friend to pass the time.

“We gave him everything we had, shy of getting on our knees to suck his cock.” You said as you looked over at her. “And now all I can think about is what more we could have done.”

“You can’t think like that.” Ally said as she scooted her chair back and turned toward you. “We have a very strong case here. You and your lawyer did a very good job of setting it up.”

“Yea, but we’re tattooed parents that travel the world and take our clothes off for a living.” Colson said as he flipped the page so Gage could keep ‘reading’ to the pair of you.

“And that doesn’t make you bad parents.” Ally replied. “Especially with what I have seen the last couple days going over everything you sent me.”

“Guess we’ll wait and see.” You sighed as you propped your head up on your fist and moved your eyes to your son’s cherub face until they told you that you wouldn’t be able to look anymore.

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No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your legs to move to bring yourself vertical. The only thing you could do was shake your head and cry, like you had been doing for nearly thirty minutes since you saw a man from the North Carolina DCF walk into the back of the court room to sit and wait.

“Be seated.” Judge Bosch said as he sat down with the stacks of papers you and your mom had given him in one hand and the USB stick in the other. “Give that back to them.” You looked up for a moment at the bailiff as he returned your flash drive while the judge looked at Gage, who was contently eating goldfish one at a time at a nearly glacial pace because he was distracted by ‘Word World’ on your old iPad to keep him calm. Colson nervously reached out and held on to your knee under the table in preparation for the worst.

“You know… I have been doing this job for thirty seven years. I have seen thousands of family walk through those doors for so many different reasons, and hundreds of them were grandparents looking to give their grandchildren a better life than the one they have. But usually, the cases that are presented to my court room are worth my time. This is not one of those cases. This…” He sighed as he held up all the paperwork in his hand. “Was easily an open and closed case in my eyes.” Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest and you buried your face in Gage’s hair while Colson’s grip tightened even more on your knee as his hands started to shake.

“Now, I may not agree with your choice of lifestyle, Mr. Baker, but after looking at all the paperwork and all the videos and photos you and Ms. (Y/L/N) have presented, I honestly had to wonder if my own children would be considered neglected by the impressive parenting style the two of you have.” Your heart started beating faster and your hand flew out to hold Colson’s wrist as you both waited for the other shoe to drop. “Mrs. (Y/L/N), I don’t know what your intention here was, but my assumption is you have successfully managed to sever any familial ties you had with your daughter and your grandson after this. Mr. Baker… Ms. (Y/L/N)… I won’t waste any more of your time here. Take your son home.” The moment the words left his mouth, you let out a strangled, choked sob and hugged your son even closer to your chest. Colson whipped around in his chair and fell over with his head on your shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.” He choked as he kissed the side of Gage’s head. “Holy fuck.”

“You can take him home.” Ally said softly as she crouched down beside you to say good bye. “Your case is closed. She can never take him from you.”

“Thank you.” Colson choked out as you started planting kisses on every inch of Gage’s face that you could reach.

“Mama!” He screeched as he tried to push your face away, annoyed with you at the moment and just wanting to watch his show.

“Hey guys, we gotta flight to catch.” Sawyer said softly behind you as she put your and her purse and the diaper bag on her shoulder. “And a crew to update.”

“OK, we’re coming.” You said with a sniffle as you finally found your feet and stood up. There was a little shuffle of putting away the goldfish container and the iPad away, which your son was not happy about.

“Hey, you’re getting fuckin’ spoiled with all this TV.” Colson huffed as he took Gage from you so he wouldn’t hurt the baby with his flailing kicks. “We gotta get you back outside… oh, you can quit with the whiny bullshit, bubba. You know Daddy ain’t playin.” He blew a raspberry on his son’s cheek, startling him mid-cry, before he tossed him up in the air a few inches. Gage squealed and forgot all about his show as you took your purse from Sawyer and headed out of the court room while wiping the tears off your face. Your mother managed to catch your eye in the main hall and she daringly took a couple steps toward you.

“Do not speak to me.” You said evenly with a shake of your head. “How fucking dare you.”

“Fuck you, Marie.” Colson said as he put Gage on his hip and stepped back to push you in front of him. “Fuck you.”

“That boy deserves to have God in his life.” She called out after you. “He doesn’t need to grow up worshipping Satan!”

“Excuse me?!” You screamed as you came to a dead stop and whipped around toward her. “I know you did not just fucking say that to me.”

“Let me raise him in the church.” She begged as Colson quickly passed off Gage and grabbed your arm. “He’s better off.”

“He’s better off with his mother.” He growled through his teeth as evenly as he could, despite the fact that he was literally shaking with rage. “He is better off as far away from you as physically possible.”

“How could you even think this would go over well for you?” You asked as Ally came running over from where she was talking to her next client about his case. “What, did you just expect that I would come running back home, that I would run away from Colson, to be with my son after you stole him from me? Bitch, you must be fucking damaged.”

“OK, let’s just walk away.” Ally said as she took a couple steps in front of you, which only made you lean to the side to keep glaring at your mother.

“Even if we had been the worst parents in the world, I would fight every fucking day for the rest of my life to get my kids away from you. And if it was just Kels that was the issue, I’m sure he would agree with me that we’d go our separate ways if it was what was best for our family. But after what you try to do to dad because of Anne and then to your own daughter?! Bitch, you are the last fucking person I would let raise my kids. I’d even let Junior’s dumb ass raise them before you did.”

“Come on, we need to go now.” Sawyer tried as she pulled back on your arm to try to turn you around.

“Expect a fucking restraining order, bitch.” You barked as you finally caved in and turned away. “Because you will never see my babies again. Fucking Satan worshipers. Are you fucking stupid?”

“I’m gunna fucking hit her.” Colson said as he shot your mother one last look before turning to follow you out of the court house.

“She ain’t even worth the charge you’d catch.” You sighed as you reached out to take Gage to calm yourself down. “Right? Say I just don’t have a grandma anymore. Simple as that. Wanna go bye bye?”

“Still wanna fucking hit her.” Colson grumbled again as he held your arm to help you down the narrow stairs in heels.

“Not if I kill her first.” You cooed in a sing song voice and turned to head toward your rental car to head to the UK for the next week.

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You only lasted a week on tour, before switching time zones with a toddler while pregnant became to much to handle. So with a ‘quit while you’re ahead’ attitude, you flew back to LA with Sawyer, who was working hard to meet a strict deadline anyways. But that move was apparently not one of your smartest.

“Look, it’s Daddy!” You cooed to your son over his tears as you laid with him in your bed, trying to convince him to go to bed while he fought bed time tooth and nail through his exhaustion. You held your phone up in front of his face with the FaceTime video playing as loud as it would go, as Colson wiped the sleep from his half opened eyes to try to help.

“Main man Gage.” He croaked before clearing his throat. “Hey, buddy. What the fuck, man? It’s bed time. Hey...”

“No!!” You son screamed as he tossed on the bed beside you.

“I’m just waiting for the sleep gummy to kick in at this point.” You sighed as you whacked your son’s feet away from your stomach. “Quit, you little shit.”

“We’re such good parents.” He huffed as he propped his phone up on the pillow beside him so he didn’t have to hold it. “I think you should just come back here. I’ll get him to fucking sleep. Just knock him upside the head.”

“Is that an option now?” You joked with a tired smile. “Should I try it? My Harley Quinn bat is somewhere around here.”

“Do not knock my son upside the head.” He laughed as you reached out and pulled your child up to your chest in a vain attempt to stop his tantrum. “Or should I say don’t do it unless I’m there to witness it.”

“‘Bout to smother his ass with your pillow.” You muttered as you kissed your now simply crying son’s head. “He’s been pulling this shit since we landed three hours ago.”

“Why are you just now calling then?” He asked as you propped your phone up with a pillow so that Gage could see his dad, too now that he had stopped thrashing.

“Didn’t wanna wake you until I knew he was about to pass out. Cause we both know Daddy needs much more beauty sleep than Mommy does. With those bags, and all those wrinkles startin’.”

“Fuck you.” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Your ass is the one that’s got wrinkles.”

“My ass is perfect, thank you.” You huffed as you adjusted your head on the pillow. “And I grow people so I’ll always be more beautiful.”

“OK, so you got me there.” He conceded. “Hey little man, you ready for sleepies?” You felt your son nod slowly against your chest, and you picked up your head to look at him while Colson sat up the slightest bit. He started singing ‘Good Night, Gage’, a song he wrote specifically for your son, that was guaranteed to knock him out completely, and sure enough, he didn’t make it to the chorus before your son was finally passed out in front of you.

“You’re a miracle worker, Colson. Swear to God.”

“I try.” He sighed as he laid back down to go back to sleep. “I miss you two.”

“We miss you, too.” You said with a nod. “And we love you.”

“Love you guys, too. I’ll call you in the morning, ‘K?”

“We’ll be here. Hopefully well rested.”

“I’m sure you will be. He’s had a hell of a time switching time zones like we’ve had to.”

“I know.” You sighed with a nod. “Which is why we came home.”

“I know. Alright, I love you. I gotta get some more sleep.”

“I know, Love you, too.” You blew him a kiss, which he returned to you before taking one last look at the loves of his life and hanging up the call for the night. You lasted just long enough to plug your phone in, turn off the light, and move your son to his spot in the middle of the bed before passing out for the most glorious ten hours of sleep you thought you ever had.

Part 9

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The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 3: “WORLD TOUR WISHES”

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Chapter 3: World Tour Wishes

The show is on fire. Not literally, of course, but Peter can’t stop smiling and jumping around the stage. The audience is super enthusiastic and responsive, much better than most of the crowds they played for so far. It’s the blessing and the curse of being an opening band when people don’t know your songs yet. It’s a great shot at promoting your music, but sometimes it results in an audience that sells you off as background music while they keep chatting to their friends. Peter doesn’t blame them, before he was in a band himself, he did the same thing.

Not this crowd. Some of the teens squeezed together in the front even wear some of their merch. Peter is 99% sure that all of this is a dream. That he’ll wake up any second now and sigh when reality comes crashes down on him. But then, he also knows that all of this is in fact very much a real thing and it has his mind blown.

“This is our last song for tonight,” MJ breathes into her mic. She gracefully accepts one of the other roadies handing her her bass guitar for the final piece of their set. Quickly, she puts the strap over her head. “But that doesn’t mean the party is over! Who… Is ready for The Avengers?!”

The crowd cheers and whistles and it’s a sign for MJ to continue while the energy is at its high. She nods, Ned brings his drum sticks together four times to count down to the beginning of the song. Peter’s fingers easily travel their way across his guitar and he stalks over to Ned, playing towards him. Ned laughs and adds a little more energy and the crowd breaks into yet another wave of cheers.

“We were The Arachnoids, you’ve been amazing for us. Thank you so much and enjoy the rest of the show!”

The second they set foot backstage, the three of them break into a series of squeals and a very uncoordinated, jumpy group hug. “Holy fuck, that was-” Peter rushes out and shakes his head in disbelief. MJ squeezes both boys into her sides and chuckles, just as amazed as the others. “This, this is what I want for the rest of my life,” Ned states and Peter bumps into him a little more. “Yes, please, I don’t want this to ever end.” “Crazy, it was absolutely-”

MJ never gets to finish her sentence when suddenly there’s a scoff coming up from behind them. Peter turns around. “So,” none other than Tony Stark mumbles as he stares them up and down. “I didn’t know you’d be this young. You legally drinking yet?” Peter frowns, unsure what to respond. “We’re young enough to not crash after one shot, unlike you,” MJ retorts. Tony huffs dismissively and shakes his head. “You must be… Venus.” “Pleasure to meet you.” “Mmmh,” is all the famous guitarist responds. He sniffs and looks around, clearly trying to find something he can use as an excuse to get away from them. Peter feels his heart sink. During the show, he’d somehow forgotten about the mood-killing presence that was Tony, and now it hits him right in the face.

“Alright, we’ll get going. Wouldn’t want to mess up your precious extra time to set up the stage.” The man raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. He laughs. “Go on then, little spiders,” he sneers at the boys. “Follow your Queen.”

MJ keeps her head up proudly when she walks past him. Peter and Ned quickly follow. Peter can hear how Tony diverts his attention to someone else and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Fucker,” MJ mutters under her breath. “God, I didn’t know I could hate someone this bad. Seriously, what’s his issue?” She takes off her bass and sighs, carefully placing it in the designated standard. Peter does the same with his guitar.

“I should go help the roadies with my drum kit” Ned whispers apologetically. “I’ll meet you back here to watch the show?” “Yeah!” Peter confirms. He feels a tad bit conflicted about having to watch The Avengers now. He still likes the music, obviously. He should just enjoy it as much as he can “I saw a bottle of champagne in the trailer by the way. We should celebrate after their set ends!” “Oh my god yes,” Ned piques up with newfound interest. “Well, they better hurry up then!” “Ha, gotta wait till midnight, honey,” MJ teases and she waves as Ned walks over to the stage again to help with the drum kit. Peter finds the cases of his guitar and MJ’s bass, and together they put them in there.

“Guys!” Harley comes rushing past and he gives them a double thumbs up. “I don’t have much time right now, but you were absolutely amazing out there. I fucking loved it! I’ll talk to you after the main set, ‘kay?” With that, he’s gone again. MJ stares after him and Peter grins. “Harley’s nice, isn’t he, MJ?” “Oh, fuck you,” MJ snorts and shakes her head, her eyes sparkling playfully. “I’ll take back what I said earlier.” “Which part exactly?” Peter teases. MJ nudges him and wraps her arm around his shoulders. “That, little spider, is anyone’s guess.”

Peter smiles and presses a quick kiss onto her cheeks and then grabs his guitar case. “Let’s get these back to our trailer and then we watch the show?” “Solid plan.” Together, they walk back to the trailer. Peter’s mind is still buzzing with a post-concert haze and he loves it. Tony Stark may not like ‘em, but everyone else seems to have a different opinion and that’s all that matters.

The Avengers’ show is amazing. It’s very different, watching them play from the sides rather than the crowd. Peter never imagined his first time actually seeing the band live would be from this angle. He enjoys every single second of it. Ned found his way back to them easily and the three of them are vibing, singing along, and having lots of fun overall. At one point, some of the roadies and crew join their little party and Peter loves it. Loves this; meeting new people within the industry. He finally feels like maybe, maybe, this is what his future might look like.

Just as with the soundcheck, as soon as Tony sets foot on the stage and starts singing or playing every trace of his appalling behavior has vanished. He looks like a true rock star out there. He is a true rock star. He owns the stage fully; pacing around with big strides, playfully cracking a joke here and there between songs. Even Natasha and Steve seem to loosen up slowly but surely. The redhead smiles wide when Tony walks over to her for a little guitar vs. bass play-off, and Steve’s motions become grander with every single hit on the drums.

The stage lights, the smoke, the gravely warm voice coming from Tony’s throat combined with the audience singing along every single word… It’s magical. Marvelous.

“Aaaahhh, thank you so much, everyone! Woah, what a way to end this beautiful year!” Tony breathes into the microphone, slightly out of breath after ending a particularly fast-paced song. He raises his hands and bathes in the cheers from the crowd. “Now!” He continues and looks behind him where there is now a projected timer, indicating it’s no more than one minute until the new year starts. “I want us all to count down from ten to one together! Anyone got any good resolutions… Nat? Steve?” Natasha laughs and she leans in a little closer to her mic. “What about a world tour, Tony?” “Ah!” Tony exclaims and bounces on his toes. “What a good idea! We’re definitely doing that! Should we drop the tour list after our show? Steve?” “Why not!” “Alright, that’s settled then!” Tony stops moving and cocks his head, glancing at the timer quickly. It’s at 00:00:13. He rubs his hands together and raises his mic towards the audience this time. “Ten!” Everyone screams. “Nine!” “Eight!” “Seven!” “Six!” “Five!” “Four!” “Three!” “Two!” “ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone fucking loses it at this point. The pyrotechnics detonate the stage gerbs and it sets off in fountains of sparks. Peter grabs Ned and MJ and pulls them in for a tight hug. “Happy new year, and may it bring a series of life-changing events for our band!”

Harley stalks over towards the band and the other roadies with a large plate filled with long champagne glasses. He hands them out to everyone, wishing them a happy new year too. After he’s handed them to the backstage crew, he makes his way onto the stage to give the last three glasses to The Avengers. Tony raises his glass.

“Who’s ready to mosh?!”

It feels so utterly surreal now that everything’s over. Peter can’t quite understand the feeling. Happiness flutters inside him, but a hint of sadness clouds his brain as well. He wishes the night would never end, but it already had. The band had their little after-party in the small trailer with some random people from the tech crew and now they were packed up and ready to go home. It was only a short ride. They could’ve stayed here and slept in the trailer, but honestly, they were all longing for their own beds to crash in. “I’ll go get the van,” Peter says with a smile and grabs the keys. He’d only had one glass of champagne at midnight, and that’d been two hours ago so the alcohol has left his system already. He’s good to drive.

The van is parked not far from the stage terrain, but he makes sure to dress up warmly to face the outside world. It’s not freezing at all, but cold enough to want the comfort of a good winter coat. He jumps out of the van and starts walking. He passes the stage and shakes his head. It looks so massive from down here, and he can’t believe he was on it.

“Howdy, space boy?”

Peter freezes, startled. He immediately realizes who spoke to him, though. Peter grits his teeth together and slowly turns to face The Avengers’ guitarist. He’s so done, so utterly done with the man’s cocky behavior. And you know what? Peter’s got nothing to lose anymore. They played, they had their fun out there, it’s time he stands up for him and his band. They might be young, and new to the industry- but he’s proud of what they’ve built so far.

“Seriously, what’s your problem with us?” Peter clamps his teeth together right after he’s said it. The surprise sparking in Tony’s eyes is worth it, though. “I beg your pardon?” “Everything we do, say, or even look at is reason enough for you to humiliate us over. I looked up to you, big, big time. Guess I was wrong about you.” Somehow, that’s enough to silence the other man. He simply stares back at Peter, clear astonishment written over his face. It confuses Peter.

“You got some nerve, kid,” Tony says, finally. His voice wavers. Peter shrugs, unsure what else to do. He expected Tony to fight back instantly, but the man looks truly thrown off-guard. Tony sniffs. “I gotta admit, I admire that.” “You what?” “I’m serious. People don’t talk back to me unless they know me. Until you and your band came hopping along apparently.” “Still doesn’t explain a thing.”

“Look, Bambi-” “Bambi?” “Spiderling, then. See, it’s nothin’ against you- or your little band. On the contrary, I think you kiddos got something unique going on out there.” Tony pauses for good measure. “The thing is, I’m just having an incredibly shitty day.” For the first time, Peter believes he can see through the cracks of Tony’s persona. He doesn’t look annoyed. No, it’s definitely no annoyance. It’s fear. “Oh?” Peter asks quietly, not sure how to handle the different turn of this conversation. Not sure which boundaries he might be overstepping.

As soon as the cracks showed, they’re gone again. Tony straightens his shoulders and presses his lips together into a thin line. “Right.” The man sniffs once. “I forgot how clueless I was when I was your age.” Peter snorts. “You got issues man, I hope you sort them out soon. People are fed up with you.” “You don’t know me. Or them.” “No, that’s true. But I do know that simple annoyance can turn into resentment real fast. Don’t be a dick.” “Oh, fuck off. You’re too young to be wise like that.” “And you’re too young to be so cranky.” Peter says and he sighs. He shrugs, feeling a little bit helpless. It’s actually rather pathetic how Tony behaves. It’s not Peter’s problem to solve.

“My band’s waiting for me. I gotta go.” Peter starts to turn around again but Tony stops him. “Wait, kid, what’s your name?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

And with that, he walks off.

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llodblinky · 3 years

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Chapter 6:

After touching down on the landing pad. Cirina and Perimu head swiftly to the Rogue’s Guild hideout. Along the way Jacke finds them and tells them to hurry, urgent news awaits them. Once they’re settled in, Jacke begins.

“Well shit is about to hit the fan soon, from what we’ve heard Maelstrom command has received an anonymous letter stating that the ‘true leaders will rise from the remains of Limsa and create a truly free sea.’”

Everyone is quiet, aware of the means to accomplish this. They all look around the room, Jacke breaks the silence.

“Alright, I’m sure Maelstrom and the Yellow Jackets have it covered, but just in case we’re gonna have eyes and ears all around and be ready to help stop. This is our home after all.”

Everyone cheers and claps. Cirina stands up, and begins to speak.

“I can take the sector near the smithys’ guilds. Nearby open area and not a bad place to set up to sink a large portion of Limsa.”

Jacke nods in agreement, Perimu raises his hand to join Cirina on watch there. V’kebbe volunteers to take a 3 man team to watch around the Aetheryte. Jacke says he’ll keep an eye near the aft castle. Once the teams are set and everyone picks a sector they all part and go on lookout for the renegade pirates.

All set, the rogues lie in wait for this group to reveal themselves.

Cirina is chatting with Perimu when they notice a couple of people lugging a large chest in the alleys opposite of their position.

"Perimu, look." Cirina slyly moves her eyes towards the men to signal her compatriot of their movements. He glances and nods in affirmation, the two move gradually, tailing the suspicious group. They are lead to an alley that leads to the plaza, Maelstrom HQ, and the docks. A staging area perhaps?

After a few moments, others appear and share details of the plan. It is revealed that the large chest is indeed the bomb, and they’re planning on leveling Limsa and throwing the city into chaos. The Black Sarcophagus from a month ago is the bomb!? Back when she, X, and Llod fought those men. It's them again, The Reformists. She thinks to herself.

From behind, three men discover them. Outnumbered if the rest are to surround them they deploy smoke bombs and retreat so they can inform Jacke. The duo barely escape their clutches..

After rendezvousing with Jacke, he directs Cirina to go get V'kebbe and the others. Perimu to observe the Aftcastle area and stay hidden.

“We'll need everyone if we're to come out on top. Everyone know their roles?"

They nod and move in the defense of Limsa.

After arriving at V'kebbe's post Cirina realizes she is nowhere in sight. Nor the team she had brought with her. A commotion takes Cirina's notice and she rushes toward it, the markets. She wonders if V'kebbe's team had made a move. Upon arriving, Cirina sees some of The Reformists holding a couple hostage, and making a rather large commotion of it at that.

Could this be a diversion for their boss and the rest?

As she finishes her thought, two rogues drop from above and seperate the hostages from their captors.

"Oi, what're you stupid blokes doin? Git em!"

At the command, the two are surrounded, but the odds are again turned as V'kebbe and the other two of her team attack from behind, neutralizing a few of the goons.

"Thank goodness." Cirina remarks to herself.

The two sides break out into a scuffle, the civilians start to move away from the scene and the Yellow Jackets move in.

"Rogues!? What's goin on ere?"

"Long story short, these guys are with The Reformists, and are planning on blowing Limsa up. So, lend a girl a hand would ye?" V'kebbe responds.

Finally noticing Cirina, V'kebbe shouts toward her.

"Oi fledgling, find Jacke and tell em that they're aiming for the Aftcastle, got it!?" V’kebbe yells.

Cirina nods and goes to run, but is met with a few more of the Reformist goons. They swing at her, but she is able to gracefully avoid them while jumping overhead and landing behind them. With no time to lose she opts to keep running to find Jacke with no time to lose. Luckily she isn't followed as more Yellow Jackets arrive on the scene.

Once she catches up to Jacke, who is now surrounded by three more goons, she takes one out swiftly and relays the news to Jacke.

"Aftcastle eh? Figured as much. Perimu should still be in the area. Be a dear and back him up alright? I can handle these two with both me arms tied." Jacke jests.

"Ok Jacke, best of luck." She says.

“Ah who needs luck when you make your own?” Jacke responds

Cirina disengages and rushes toward the Aftcastle. Both of the goons lunge for Jacke, but he simply sidesteps them and gives them both a swift kick to their asses.

"Really, that's the best you lot got?" He snickers. “Well at least you’ll be a decent challenge.”

After arriving, Cirina takes cover, scanning the area for Perimu. She spots him and V’kebbe attempting to fight The Reformists and their leader Aisibhir who are setting up the Black Sarcophagus. They are unfortunately outmatched in number and pushed back. Aisibhir laughs and snorts as he knows that nothing can stop them from realizing their goal of a ‘free’ Limsa for pirates.

“Pathetic whelps, you can’t stop us from freeing the masses of Limsa, and bringing back the days where pirates could do as they please. No more restriction or damnation from Merlwyb and her Maelstrom nancies!” Aisibhir lectures.

As he gloats, Cirina’s gaze is taken away from the sun in her eyes. A reflection from glass being used by Jacke to get her attention. He gestures to the fellow rogues behind both him and her, ready to take down The Reformists. In one hand motion, they move in to confront this threat to Limsa’s safety.

“You two ok?” Jacke asks V’kebbe and Perimu.

“Aye boss, we ain’t hurtin nothin bad.” V’kebbe assures.

“And look here, your goals and ideals end here. You’re a threat to the stability of life and here and I’m sick of lookin at yer ugly mug on top of things.” Jacke remarks.

Aisibhir’s smile turns into a scowl, and he waves his hand.

“Get them you maggots! Tear them apart!” He roars.

The Rogues engage with The Reformists over the fate of Limsa, both sides give and take, neither willing to give. The clashing of their ideals and ways of life. Jacke is locked in intense combat with Aisibhir, a slight miscalculation would mean the end for either as they ferociously battle. V’kebbe and Perimu are holding their own despite their wounds, whilst the greener rogues are fighting their best but it isn’t going to be enough. Cirina aids the ones she can, suddenly a constant beeping noise is heard coming from the aftcastle.

“Yarharhar, that’s it mateys, The Black Sarcophagus is now armed! Soon, soon we shall open Limsa’s eyes!” He Aisibhir brags while swinging his axe at Jacke.

“Gods dammit, at this rate it’ll go off before the fighting is over. Cirina! Break off and disarm that bomb, we’ll handle the rest.” Jacke commands.

Cirina takes a swift look towards Jacke and the others and heads off, breaking through the Reformist’s line sprinting past them for the detonators.

Three. I can hear three beeps distinctly. So there’s three detonators. Gotta find them all and break them good.

She approaches the first one and scuffles with its two guards, the archer misses gravely and Cirina knocks her out with no issues. The swordsman lunges for her as her back is turned, but she spins around and parries as she does. Driving her daggers into his feet, then swiftly standing up as her head finds his face knocking him out cold as well. Retrieving her weapons she continues on.

The second one is better guarded with two archers, a swordsman and an axeman. The man with the axe charges her first, his first mistake, as he misses. Cirina uses his own weapon as a jumping point towards the wall, pushes off the wall toward him again and swiftly spin kicks him in the back of the head. He’s out cold, now only three left, she throws a smoke bomb at the archers to keep them occupied while she handles the swordsman. He takes two swings, advancing as he does and positions her between him and the wall. Delivering a swift kick to her abdomen, she is sent into the wall and reels from the pain.

Getting back to her feet, Cirina is able to dispatch him with ease afterwards, but a narrow miss from an arrow brings her attention back to the two archers. They proceed to unleash a volley aimed at her but her quick footwork allows her to dance around the barrage. She takes one down, but is knocked by an arrow from the other, proceeding to dispatch him as well. The wound is mild on her left arm and she continues to the last device, time waning.

She reaches the last one with little time to spare, guarded by two swordsmen. Not wanting to waste time she deploys another smoke bomb and runs past them. The two men taking a swing at the shadow wind up bonking each other on their helmets and knocking each other out. She disables the last device with less than a second left on the clock. Cirina races back to the main battle the rogues and yellowjackets are having with Aisibhir’s crew.

Once she reaches the battleground, she is relieved to see it is over. The Yellowjackets taking him and his crew to prison. She strolls over to her mates clutching her wound, one of the captured pirates attempting to mock her. She ignores him, paying him no mind whatsoever which infuriates him. He gets out of his binds to her surprise, blindsiding her, and pulling a hidden dagger slices at her abdomen. It cuts deep, and an unfamiliar surge of energy engulfs her, moving for her. As she draws her own dagger and slices the cur clean through his neck, killing him. Everyone turns to see the commotion. The other rogues are stunned but before they can say anything Cirina collapses from blood loss the purple and red aura dissipating. Jacke and Perimu rush her to any nearby conjurers for fear of her bleeding out.

Cirina...Kharlau…..release me from my chains…..Cirina...Kharlau...release me…

...Who are you…?

I am you…..and you are me…

I...k-killed someone today...was that..because of you!?

We...are one….I am naught...but your own volition….

What!?

You were hurt...weak….I gave you strength…..release me...and it shall be yours...forevermore….

N-no! I don’t want strength like that. It’s twisted....horrendous!!

Tis but arrogance...in time…..you and I...shall truly...become whole...

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jxstlikeheaven · 4 years

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☠ — don’t open, dead inside ! oh, wait ! that’s just nico salvatore, you know, the cis male general member in the atlanta community ? he is twenty-five years old and looks a lot like adam dimarco, but i mostly just see them wielding garden shears. now that you mention it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen them without their moleskin notebook filled with jokes. which makes sense, since they seem to remind everyone else in their group of late-night snack runs, open-armed hugs, and a tattoo of the comedy and tragedy masks. well, hurry up and let them in ! we can’t leave them for the walkers ! — ( mel. 26. PST. she/her. )

*— BEFORE THE DEAD STARTED WALKING

* — born and raised by his grandmother (nonna) in new york city, nico’s parents passed away when he was 3. his mother from cancer and his dad from a heart attack, caused presumably from the stress of practically raising a toddler alone, dealing with his wife’s condition and the massive medical bills.

* — the loss of his parents, however, has hardly been an emotional issue for nico. he was three, so he never really got to experience them anyways. and he thinks that if he mourned them too much, then it would be a slap to everything his grandmother provided. she made sure he grew up healthy, happy and with anything and everything he ever wanted. she put him through college, even if it was community.

*— nico’s dream job was to be a comedian; he wanted the whole shebang: a hit sitcom on comedy central, a recurring role on SNL a movie franchise guest starring adam sandler.

*— he built up a small following (34k followers) on YouTube, where he posted benign pranks like “SCARING MY FRIENDS WITH (FAKE) SPIDERS” and “USING A WHOOPEE CUSHION IN PACKED ELEVATORS” and recaps of his stand up-shows, and anything else that trended on youtube.

*— THE DAY THE DEAD STARTED WALKING

*— after his grandmother passed away, nico made the “adult” decision to move to atlanta. it had the big city vibe that new york offered, but with apartments 75% cheaper. plus, its budding comedy scene was also perfect for an up-and-comer like nico, who no longer felt any ties to new york city since his grandma’s passing.

*— on the day the dead started walking, nico was holed up in his one bedroom apartment in one of the taller complexes in downtown atlanta. vegging away on his couch and binge-watching tv, he narrowly slept through the first wave of the apocalypse, had it not been for the pizza delivery guy (or girl!) who’d knocked on his door and asked to seek refuge in his apartment.

* — they stayed in his apartment, surviving off the pizza and nico’s fully-stocked fridge with snacks and italian deli meats for a month, before deciding to take the only weapon-esque items he had in his vicinity: his grandma’s old ornate garden shears and a rusted metal pipe from his bathroom.

* — CURRENT TIME:

* — thankful for the youtube trend of “restoring old items,” nico’s tried to make himself useful in the atlanta community by playing “clean up crew.” (well, someone’s gotta do it, he says!)

*— he tends to the items they find on raids (like metal poles/forks/bullets/etc) and tries to fix their rust, as well as provide sterilization when he can for some of the medical items. if he really, really likes you in the community, then he also offers up his services to get rid of zombie guts on your weapon of choice.

* — PERSONALITY & RANDOM FACTS:

*— nico’s pretty openly bisexual; when he came out to his grandma, they both shed an insane amount of tears. and though she admitted she had issues with it, she could never not love him. that she just needed time to understand. eventually, she realized there was nothing to understand and accepted nico (and his first boyfriend at the time) fully.

* — he also, in his words, has “no problem hacking up zombies.” cutting heads off with garden shears is a pretty grizzly way to go after zombies, but if he closes his eyes, then he can just pretend he’s in shaun of the dead.

* — WANTED CONNECTIONS:

friends.

best friends.

random hookups.

people he knew from around the city.

the pizza delivery peep who is probably his best friend now!

#finishq:intro #// wazuuuup atlanta!#feel free to like this so i can hop into your DMs :)#nico says he's here for a fun time not a long time so if u need some cheering up he's ur guy!#ill be hopping on the atlanta starters soon too!

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dorkbynight · 5 years

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Won’t like you any less

Happy new year loves!! Hope all of you that celebrated had a great holiday with lots of love and joy<3 Here’s a new piece for you guys. Purely fluff, although there’s a little angsty scene I clearly can’t help but put in as always. It also actually turned out real smutty, so feel free to let me know your thoughts after you’ve read it! Enjoy!!

“Tha’ was fuckin’ incredible” he breathed out, chest going rapidly up and down.

“Y-yeah” she moaned. She was lying next to him, one of her arms draped over her hot stomach. He turned his head slowly to look at her.

She had her eyes closed, mouth partly open and was breathing just as rapidly as he was. The mixture of the moonlight from outside and the dimmed light from the small lamp she had managed to switch on in their hurry towards her bed, shed a beautiful light over her blissful face. The drying sweat sparkled in the light on both of their body’s and the blush from her orgasms made her cheeks look fuller.

A content smile crept onto his face. She was so beautiful.

Harry was quickly realizing how hooked this amazing girl really had him, but honestly he didn’t care. He hadn’t been this happy for a very long time.

“You gotta get going, I’m knackered”

Harry frowned.

“Wha’,”

“You should go before it gets too late. We both have jobs Harry.” She reasoned, but Harry didn’t like this at all, nor did he see its logic.

“Why can’t I stay ere’? S’late, and we’re both tired an’ in bed love” He was still frowning. But tried to chuckle to make it seem casual and less strained.

“You know you can’t stay so don’t even start.” She sighed. Only this wasn’t one of those cute post-amazing sex sighs, no. This was a frustrated sigh and Harry made one as well.

She stood up from the bed and went straight to her bathroom without giving Harry so much as a glance, hoping he’d be gone by the time she was finished.

Harry watched her leave with an annoyed expression on his face and decided to wait patiently for her to come back out.

After brushing her teeth, washing her face and relieving her bladder, she headed back to her bed praying Harry had gotten dressed and made his way out the front door. But when she stepped out onto her carpet he was sitting in the same position she had left him in, waiting patiently.

Harry watched her naked figure walk back towards the bed.

Usually in these circumstances he would watch her with hunger and lust, and she would be straddling him for round three. But now he watched her body in annoyance and huffed when she just kept ignoring him.

“M’not leavin till we talk.” He was the first to break, addressing what they should have talked about a while ago.

She bent down somewhere near the side of the bed and picked up a washed-out Tom Petty T-shirt two sizes too big and slipped it over her head. Harry wanted to smile how cozy she looked for bed, not having seen her this far into her nightly routine before.

“Harry it’s almost two am. l’m not doing this right now.” She groaned out.

Harry sat up straighter from his hands and waved them franticly towards her. “Exactly! It’s two am. What the fuck should I drive home fo’?”

His slightly raised voice seemed to have ticked her off. “We both got what we wanted. We fucked, we came and now it’s time for you to leave!” She motioned towards the door, stating her point further.

“Oh come o’it” He stood to his feet. “That’s no’ what this is and you kno’ it” He growled, pissed off she even dared to say that.

They’d been seeing each other for almost two months now.

Harry had been introduced to her trough some mutual friends and they had hit it off instantly. It also hadn’t taken long before they were fucking like rabbits every chance they got while pretending to be nothing more than good friends.

But really they were sort of dating. At least to Harry. And at least to her. But they were both too stubborn and shy to admit it and so they kept going in the easy flow they had stared in.

And everything between them was great, and they were having the most fun they’d both had in a while. Of course they were still getting to know each other and things were still new, but the thing that was bothering Harry the most was the no-sleeping over rule she’d seem to have set for both of them, without discussing why.

At first he thought it was because she thought it was too intimate and that they were too unfriendly to really sleep together. All though, it didn’t seem like that was the issue, and by the time they were beginning to get very friendly in Harry’s opinion, she still didn’t break.

But all he could do was respect it, and so he did. Only the subject was never brought up, and when he tried to cuddle her close and drift them both of to a peaceful sleep, she would always jump up and leave or chase him out of her flat.

Harry’s feelings towards her was only growing and to his friends, he was head over heels smitten with this girl. So Harry was tired of putting it off. He was tired of leaving her house in the middle of the night and he was tired of sleeping alone when he finally had someone he actually wanted to sleep with.

“Well I’m sorry to break it to you baby, but it is” She sneered at him.

Fuck.

The minute the words left her mouth she regretted them. And while Harry’s eyes went wide with hurt and anger, hers went wide in remorse. The room became silent and the only thing that could be heard was their breathing and the few cars passing by outside.

“Harry I-…” She started but was interrupted by his sharp voice. “I don’t want t’ hear it.” He bit angrily, but she could still hear the pain in his dark voice.

He reached for his boxers and started collecting his clothes, trying to leave as fast as he could. She stalked towards him as quick as her legs would let her and grabbed for his jeans.

“Stop it” He grumbled.

She now had both his jeans and one of his socks in her hands, but Harry was really starting to get angry. She backed further into her bedroom but it only took a few steps for Harry to reach her and yank his jeans out of her hands. She could see how angry he was, and she couldn’t blame him. First she had asked him to leave and now she wasn’t even letting him get dressed.

“Harry please” Her beg was cut off when he turned around sharply and headed for her hallway. He was so confused and all he wanted was to get away from her so he could think clearly.

But she was refusing to let him leave like this. She was afraid that if she did, they wouldn’t be the same after.

He was passing her kitchen but she was hot on his heels. How she would manage to make him stay she didn’t know, probably because she didn’t even know if she wanted him to. But she was so desperate by this point that she didn’t even process her own feelings before she was yelling out to him “I have panic attacks.”

Harry stopped on his way through the living room and turned around slowly to face her.

“Wha’,” She was looking down at her feet while Harry looked at her, waiting for a further explanation.

She sighed and met Harry’s eyeline. “I get panic attacks during the nights.” Her voice was steady and calm but Harry could hear her anxiety seeping through.

“I also don’t sleep very much, and I never know when they happen so I just don’t sleep around other people.” She took a few steps closer to him and Harry did the same.

“You could’ve told me” He whispered once they were standing close enough.

“I know” She whispered back. Harry reached his hand up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t trust anyone. And I sort of didn’t want you to know either.” She snickered a little and Harrys lips turned up in a gentle smile but they both knew it wasn’t funny.

“I don’t like you any less.” He uttered. She could see he wanted to assure her that he wasn’t that kind of person, even though they both know that she knew that. And she could also see he felt a little offended that it had taken her so long to tell him this. Because what they both also knew was that Harry had known about her anxiety for a while now, they just hadn’t discussed that either.

She stood on her toes and kissed his forehead. Harry closed his eyes as her lips touched his skin. When she was back at the ball of her feet she peered up at him.

“Will you stop pushin’ me away now?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Yeah, I’ll try” She smiled. “But only if we both stop acting like this isn’t a thing. Because it is.” Harry laughed at this. Like she was the one to talk, but he just shook his head in amusement. He wasn’t exactly any better talking about his feelings either so he guessed they both deserved that one.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, happy they were on better terms again.

“Okay, deal. But I have one mo’ condition.” He mumbled into her hair. She pulled away and met his eyes. “What’s that,” She looked at him skeptically, thinking a dirty remark was about to kill the cliché love scene they were subconsciously playing out.

“Tha’ you’ll be m’ girlfriend” He grinned.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, not having expected that to come out of his mouth at all. But instead of feeling scared or uncertain, she felt nothing but happiness.

“Are there any privileges in this title,” She asked with a cheeky smirk.

“Lots” He laughed at his dorky girlfriend. If he wasn’t ruining the mood with something dirty or cheesy, she was.

“Then I’ll take it” She grinned back at him. And finally Harry crashed his lips into hers.

The newfound relationship status had stirred up quite an intense sensation in both of their cores, and although the sun was barely peeking up over the skyline none of them seemed interested in anything resembling sleep.

Gentle kisses in the hall had turned into slow, moving tongues exploring each other while their greedy hands moved over their bodies to find a spot to caress under the bed sheets.

When Harry had rid her of her soft t-shirt and his boxers where back on the floor, sweet murmurs left Harrys lips as his hips grinded in a hard, slow rhythm to match the slight bucking of her hips. He held their sweaty bodies as close to each other as possible, kissing and nibbling on any piece of her he came across in his path.

When a particular sensation would rumble through Harry’s grinding body, he would bury his face deep into her neck and inhale her salty scent while he enjoyed the waves of pleasure coursing through him. “S-so good fo’ me darlin.”

“Harry o-oh yes jus-…” was gasped out when he hit harder than the previous thrust. She could feel his emotions in every movement that he made, and when his thrusts became sloppier she pushed at his chest to turn them around and distract herself from the strong emotions trickling behind her eyelids.

His hair fell into a mess over his forehead and when she had settled with her soft thighs secured around his hips, she brought both of her hands up to his face and stroked the strands away from his damp face.

Their eyes met again and suddenly the time seemed to stand still with the intense look that she gave Harry in that moment. Her head was tilted slightly and her lips parted and panting.

Her eyes were sparkling and he could see them glassed over with both lust and longing. None of them dared to break the powerful moment they were sharing. She was scanning his face, everything from his eyes, to his mouth, to his freckles and his crinkles, and to the creases where she knew his dimples would carve.

Harry remained strained on her eyes and when she seemed pleased with her inspection, she slowly started moving her hips on top of Harry’s. The tip of his throbbing length had been the only part of him inside of her, but she was now sinking slowly further down onto him while looking into his eyes. Both of their mouths parted further and a whimpering “B-baby” left her mouth as she reached his base.

Harry couldn’t help but close his eyes at the beautiful sensation and he groaned as one of her hands scratched at a place where his hairline met his neck, the stinging feeling of her sharp nails only intensifying the pleasure behind his closed eyelids.

“Jesus fuck” He muttered. She sped up her pace slightly and Harry had to open his eyes to try and catch as much sight of here like this as he possibly could.

Her other hand was still on his face and although her bouncing was now speeding up in full force, she never stopped the stroking of her thumb over the right side of his face. Their panting was heavier and hotter and while remaining eye contact, Harry moved his hands from the grip he’d had on her plumb ass to grip at both of her hips.

He raised his legs a little to get a better angle to thrust up into her, and at a sudden movement both of them moaned out loud when he hit a deep spot inside of her. “S-s’ wet love… Fuck. So, so wet” She hummed, hypnotized by his blissful face. Her thumb dug its way harder into the scruff at his jaw and traced its way into his open mouth. When the pad of her finger met his tongue he flicked his eyes that had been focused on where her sex where drenching his cock, up to her eyes. She licked her lips at the dirty look he was giving her though his hooded eyes and cursed at how hot he looked. He gave her a cocky smirk around her finger before he started to suck, and she had to close her eyes to compose herself. “Not fair” she whimpered.

“Watch it.” He swatted her ass and she gasped through the sudden sting. “You’ve been fuckin’ ruinin’ me all night love. S’only fair I do t’ same.” He was really pounding into her, and by the tight hold her dripping center had on his cock, both of them could feel how his orgasm was quickly approaching and how her second one wasn’t far behind either.

How he was managing to thrust up into her while sucking and toying with her thumb still, she didn’t know. But what she did know, was how the image of his smug face and her soaked thumb in his mouth would be the death of her one day.

Curses, filth and names of endearment kept running from their mouths uncontrollably as Harry was pushing the last of his stamina and energy into his final thrusts to push both of them over the edge. She was bucking and whining with how sensitive she was, so Harry gripped her tight and threw them over her bed so he could get a better rhythm. Their mouths where sloppy and with her knees bent up to her chest and Harry pumping all of his last energy into her, they both reached one of the most powerful orgasms they had ever had.

Harry’s vision was blurred and he had to steady himself on her spread-out knees so he could catch the image of his cum dripping out of her wet cunt. Her ears where ringing and her thighs where shaking. She tried to catch a glimpse of Harry staring in awe of their mixed orgasms but was too out of it to focus. Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the room, and Harry dropped down beside her on the bed so he could fully try and catch his breath. After minutes of trying to control their near-death experiences, they both ended up in a giggle fit over the events that had transpired over the past few hours.

Once they had calmed down and stopped smiling like fools, she turned into him and started tracing slow patterns over his tattoos. He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head in appreciation, both of them slowly succumbing into a well-deserved slumber.

Harry didn’t go home that night, nor did he leave the next morning. And suddenly the things unsaid didn’t matter. They’d get to those eventually. Right now, they were too busy basking in the warmth from under the messed-up sheets and the soft snoring from each other’s sleeping bodies.

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thots4daze · 5 years

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if youre still doing the writing prompt things, atsumu and 6?

OMG you’re killing me here anon~!right outta the gate with the angst and the feeeeeeeels

Enjoy y'all

FYIthis is my first actual post of Atsumu since I know NOTHING bout him or his twin T^T so apologies if I get his character totally wrong

Swearing is included // hint at sexual content but no actual frickity frack - soz not soz

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To say that Miya Atsumu was selfish would be the understatement of the century.

And that's putting it mildly.

If anything of mild interest were to cross this boy's path, he would cling to it as if it were the most important and entertaining thing he'd ever seen. This goes also for anything that his twin would find interesting as well. Atsumu would pick it up and selfishly lord it over his twin and friends, always in a teasing manner - but still. It was annoying as shit.

And you would tell him so, every chance you got.

And when it came to you, that was OK. When it came to you it was meant to be endearing. Sweet, even. And you thought so. It made you feel special. Warm. Safe.

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"Tsumuuuuu~" Your voice cooed through the receiver. You were laying upside down on your shared couch, legs sprawled out, feet resting on the top cushion. Finals were over and summer "break" was kicking off. Well, kinda. Atsumu still had morning and afternoon practices and scrimmages and games to attend and of course you still had your part time job to deal with. But, eh, semantics.

It was a beautiful day. Some over cast but nothing that screamed "too dangerous to go outside".

He chuckled on the other end of the line at how cute you sounded. If he had to guess you were lounging in one of his shirts, clean, of course, and socks. Having already discarded your pants from the day. "Yes, princess?" His voice teasing and you knew he wore a smirk while speaking.

A shiver ran through your body like electricity. You loved the nickname. Knowing he only used it when he was feeling in the mood. Biting your bottom lip then releasing you smirk yourself, flipping right side up and leaning forward, resting your elbows to your knees.

"Mmmhm, Tsumu~, you remember last week how we fucked in the locker room after your win?"

He sucked in a breath, biting his lips as his sight turned upward to the gym lights. He had to compose himself. He was in front of the coach and the guys. Practice was taking a short break. It was his only time to call you until the end and he just really needed to hear your voice. Well, be careful what you wish for, right?

"Oh, I remember clearly. You were a total wreck. So tight, mouth open . . . I think you even drooled a bit-,"

"OK I get it!" A massive blush coated your neck and cheeks. Even though he wasn't there to witness it, his teasing was embarrassing. Most likely due to the fact that you indeed had drooled. He just fucks you so, so good. You couldn't help it.

Composing yourself, you purr into the phone, "If you hurry home after practice, I'll make sure to be properly wrecked~" The thought sending blood to his cock. He groaned softly. Well, as softly as he could in this situation. "You're gonna be the death of me, Y/N."

You spared him a hum in response and you thought about what it was that you were going to do when he got home. The coach called out from in the background signaling it was time to get back to it. "Hey, babe - I gotta go, but rest assured, you're going to get it tonight. Just be ready~" a teasing infliction to his tense and heated voice. Another spark racing through your body, sending heat between your thighs. You didn't think you could wait.

"Mmkay. See you soon~ I love you."

"Love you too." and with that the phone disconnected and you were left with a warmth coursing through you and a dampness that needed to be dealt with.

Deciding that you weren't in the mood of patiently waiting around the empty apartment for your boyfriend, you threw on your pants and shoes, grabbing your bag and was out the door in a matter of minutes. Another pseudo voyeurism experience for the two of you and you'd be set for weeks with hot orgasm material. Just the thought made you giddy. You were so wrapped up in the memory as you waltzed into the convenience store that you weren't paying much attention to your surroundings. You had just popped in for a travel pack of condoms - no use grabbing a large pack you had some at home, and an energy drink or two. You were gonna need it after tonight.

Once the transaction was complete you were back on your way to the campus, not a long walk, seeing as it was maybe 3 blocks from your place. It was still light outside, the sun making it's sleepy way down, down to the horizon of the earth, eventually going to sleep for the day. It was beautiful outside, a nice crisp breeze blew about in just the right way to ruffle your hair but not enough to warrant goosebumps. Refreshing, you thought to yourself, a small smile gracing your features.

You were so entranced with the day and all it's beauty, thinking of your boyfriend of 3 years that you hadn't noticed the large mass heading your way. It was barreling towards you, without a second thought of stopping. They were coming over the small hump in the road - it's always been an issue - the driver's not being able to see over it until it was, in this case, too late.

Flying. Soaring, more like - you remember thinking. The world was turned upside down, very similar to when you lay upside on the couch. It wasn't much different, just a change in scenery. You remember seeing others out there. They weren't right side up. But their faces, they looked strange. Noises reached your ears and then left just as fast. Screams. Yells. Screeching. And the smell. Was that rubber? Heat entered your body - but it wasn't the same carnal heat that you were feeling just an hour ago. It was uncomfortable and scathing. Like being doused in boiling water. The beautiful, dusky vision turned black and you remember nothing else

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Before practice was even over, the coach received a call. Atsumu thought it was odd that he would take a call at a time like this - but honestly didn't think anything more than that. Odd. It wasn't until he called him over by name that his stomach began to twist uncomfortably.

What was going on?

Coach spoke to him. But no words were coming out. Sound reached his ears, but he wasn't listening. Not anymore. Before his sentence was complete, Atsumu was rushing out the door and down the block to the nearest hospital. Praying to any and all the gods that you were OK.

You had to be, he thought. He had just spoken to you. JUST spoke to you. He had been looking forward to seeing you. Not like he didn’t live with you or anything. But it was like a drug for him. His love for you, something he didn't think he would ever experience. He was a selfish guy, not really taking anything too seriously - at least not for long. Hey, that's how your relationship began. It was something casual. Not meant to mean anything in the long run. Now look at him? 3 years in and he's wrapped around your finger like a love struck puppy. Even he had to mentally smile at that - he always thought his twin would be the one in his shoes, all lovesick and whipped. But no, he got that honor.

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It had been a few hours, maybe 2? Or more? He couldn't say. All he knew was that you lay in the hospital bed before him, hooked up to machines and IVs and other instruments he couldn't care to figure out. All he cared about was you and if you were going to be OK. You had to be. You just HAD to be.

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” He choked out, elbows resting on his bare knees, hands alternating between ruffling his hair and palming his face. "You can't. Please . . . Y/N."

The doctors had all come and gone, making sure he was OK just as much as you were. Checking vital signs, refilling the IV. The doctors weren't entirely hopeful and that was something Atsumu did not want to hear. But it was something that he needed to be prepared for if it should ever happen.

As night turned to early morning, Atsumu's eyes grew heavy. The slow, rhythmic beep of the monitors and the ever so slight heaving of your chest, were doing wonders on lulling him to sleep. He granted himself this lil vice, setting his messy locks on the bed, next to your waist. Dried tear trails stain his cheeks as new ones spring to life in his eyes, catching on his dark lashes. “You can’t leave me. Please don’t die.”

To say that Miya Atsumu was selfish would be the understatement of the century. And when it came to you, that was OK.

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microshiner · 4 years

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Ska, craft spirits, and Colorado's real drinking town

The hangover bell rings loud and clear in my head as I lift a 70 pound guitar cabinet into the back of a white 2000 Ford Econoline XL. Rain falls lightly. I am running on only a few slovenly hours of sleep but despite the pounding head, my mood is jovial. My band mates and I recount the night before over and over. In the world of ska music, there are few bands more respected than Hepcat, and few bands more infamous than Mephiskapheles, and we just shared the stage with both in one night. It was also the kick off to the second leg of our spring and summer run- this morning we hit the road out of Denver and head for Durango, Colorado, where we’ll spend a week in the studio and follow it up with two shows in the area including a performance at the legendary Ska Brewing Company.

Alright.

Personally, I am excited for more than one reason. I went to school in Durango, but it’s been six years since I’ve lived there and from what I can tell, the drinking scene has only gotten better. A new craft distillery just opened up, and the number of breweries has jumped from 4 to 6 (All this in a town of 17,000. Fort Collins gets the glory, but at over 150,000 residents, are their 14 breweries and 3 distilleries that impressive? Which is the real drinking town?)

I contemplate this and other pressing issues to pass the time on a 7 hour haul over the Rocky Mountains. As we climb in elevation, my mood levels off. It always does when passing time in the van. Whether I am headed somewhere new or somewhere I’ve been many times, as long as it’s light outside touring has always had a bit of a weird vibe to me. The late nights, the shows, the people, the free drink tickets - that is what it’s all about and what makes it worth it. The rush of playing a good show is matched by no drug or other experience I’ve ever had. But during the day, driving through the middle of nowhere to the next town while getting further and further away from your personal life back home, the anxiety creeps in.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been in a band at a level where touring was our income. I’ve always had to hurry back home after each run and get to work in order to keep the bills paid. Right now, it’s about 9:30 on Monday morning. Everyone I know (except the three guys sitting here with me) is at work, or walking the dog, or heading to the bank, something normal.

Don’t get me wrong, there is certainly a level of awesome to all this. I’m never going to be a ‘company man.’ I knew that by the time I hit high school. I take a lot of pride in what I do for a living and for a hobby. But the older I get, the harder I find it to relate the stories of the road and the stories of the pen and the stories of so many nights passed in rock clubs to people who are my age but haven’t had a night out in months. The word ‘baby’ means something entirely different to them.

As Vonnegut would say - So it goes. We pull into town just in time for happy hour but unfortunately the liquor store will have to suffice for tonight; we’ve got to get to the studio. Tomorrow I will have the opportunity to experience some of the actual culture of this town I’ve missed so much.

Tuesday morning I am walking down Main Avenue bright and early in a leisurely search for a cup of coffee and a paper. Part of me feels like a Texan, stopping to gaze into each store window as I pass by and then actually purchasing, after looking around to make sure no one I know is in sight then ducking quickly into the storefront, a “Durango” t-shirt. I’ll have to bury this down in my backpack so my bandmates never see it. I justify the window shopping and eventual purchase as a mere way to pass some time before my scheduled meeting with some real locals, the owners of Durango Craft Spirits, at 10 o’clock.

I walk into the tasting room to meet owners Michael and Amy McCardell. Immediately I can tell that the duo lives by their motto and are ‘Inspired by the true spirit of Durango’ - It is only 10 am but the room is full of bluegrass music and the McCardell’s beckoning call for a drink. Michael handles the distilling of what is currently their sole offering - Soiled Dove Vodka, made from a mash of 60% native grown, non-GMO white corn they get directly from the Ute Mountain Tribe of Ute in Towaoc, Colorado (just a little over an hour from Durango). His soft voice, with a bit of a country tinge, makes even a short sentence sound well-rehearsed and wise. Perfect for telling stories, and I’m guessing he has a lot of them.

Lucky for me, Michael is not at all shy about telling the story of Durango Craft Spirits, his pride and joy.

It is, I learn quickly, Durango’s first post-prohibition, grain-to-glass distillery. “We’ve got a couple friends over at Ska, Dave (Thibodeau) and Bill (Graham), that opened Peach Street Distillery, in Grand Junction) years ago and one day I met the old distiller and Bill brought in one of their first bottles of gin, along with a bottle of Bombay Sapphire,” Michael says. “It was just unbelievably so much better. That first opened my eyes to craft distilling.”

This was over ten years ago, and until that day Michael had no plans at all of going into the distilling business. “A couple years later, I’m hiking around a piece of property up north with the county assessor, and he said ‘I gotta tell you this story. There’s a buddy of mine who thought he found some ancient Anasazi ruins on his property and he wanted me to come check them out. They hiked up there on a cliff to an Anasazi looking wall and there was an old still sitting back there.’”

He decided to do some research and try to figure out what kind of distilling was done in the area. “I started reading a few books about distilling in the area, and there was quite a bit done,” Michael says. “Especially turn of the last century when the silver market took a crash. A lot of the miners took to cooking booze in the mines.”

With his interest piqued, Michael attended three distilling schools and landed himself an internship at Wood’s High Mountain Distillery in Salida, CO, with the intention of opening his own show in Durango once he learned about the operational side. Both Michael and Amy had spent years in the local hospitality industry managing hotels and a golf club.

As their current jobs came to end due to sell offs, the decision was made to go full-steam with the distillery concept. Step one, securing a location. Where They landed right on the corner of 11th and Main, in the heart of downtown, and opened in January of this year.

Their setup is pretty simple - tasting room in the front, still setup and work area in the back (visible to guests), and office off to the side. Nice and cozy. “We go grain to glass right in the building with all regional grains,” Michael says. “We’re real proud to mash, distill, and bottle right in house.” I had been sold on their concept already, but at this point I could not continue the interview without trying some of their product.

Amy, generally in charge of the tasting room and PR, hands me a pour from behind the bar. I stir, smell, and sip. Then I gasp.

I am not a vodka drinker. My taste for the stuff was ruined by too much Smirnoff as a teenager. But this morning I am happy to make an exception. This stuff is good. Smooth, one of those spirits that you know would be perfect in a cocktail but it almost seems like a sin to dilute it, like a fine scotch. Until you realize that a vodka of such high quality could finally allow you to drink those plastic-bottle vodka infused party concoctions you swore off in your mid-twenties because you can’t stand the headaches any more, minus the headache. “I use a pretty strange recipe for the vodka compared to other distilleries, and it gives it a pretty unique flavor.” That, I agree, is easy to notice.

“The product is tied to Durango’s history,” Michael informs me as empty my glass. “Soiled doves being a Victorian term for the prostitutes of the town. They operated into the 1960s in Durango and were fined heavily, with the fines helping to cover the cost of the schools, the police department, and the fire department.”

The McCardells pay homage to these lovely financiers on the back of their bottle. The cocktails served in the tasting room are also related to the town’s history, an effort that has most certainly allowed the curious tourist to feel more accomplished in his imbibing. The distillery looks to release an unaged whiskey this fall, with barreling scheduled to begin this month. The vodka is currently only sold within 150 miles of Durango. “We are being (probably) too cautious about our growth,” Michael says. They do, however, plan to expand further across Colorado. Not bad for a true mom-and-pop and operation.

I like to think that my band is a mom-and-pop operation. I guess it would be a quadruple-pop operation. Like Michael and Amy, we have grown our small company from nothing into nothing less than an amazing life experience, with no real guidance other learned experience. We have made plenty of mistakes over the last eight years but have slowly made progress come from each of them. We’ve dealt with marriages, jobs, mortgages, kids, operational disagreements, and an old van catching on fire on the road, and as life has happened, we have found a way to happen with it. Back in the early days, circa 2007-2010, I put all of my eggs in that basket. I was willing to work crappy kitchen jobs and live in dilapidated apartments so that I would in turn have the flexibility to leave town when I needed to and be able to keep my financial overhead at a bare minimum in order to play music multiple nights a week. I cared about nothing other than making the band succeed. I lost relationships and friends.

The other guys, at least the two I started the group with, did the same. And then, in the fall of 2010, we crashed and burned hard. So hard, in fact, that over the next two years we did next to nothing with the group. We had no money, our leases were up, and we had nowhere left to go. For a while, we went our separate ways. Our biggest lesson, and one of the most important things I have ever gotten out of life, is that you have to have options - you have to have more than one card to play. As we’ve grown up since then, we have found ways to have other priorities in life while still being able to come back and execute with the band when it’s time.

While the band was on ‘unofficial hiatus’, I filled the musical craving in another group, but I was also able to take the experiences I had with the band, mix them with my college degree, and create some kind of shit show career path based on music business and journalism. Five years later I feel I can see it blossoming. To me, the craft lifestyle embodies that same spirit - live life, take what you’ve got, mix in a heavy dose of passion, and throw it to wind. It takes awhile, but when it finally comes full circle, it tastes so damn good.

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Few Clouds, 5°C

Bommerholzer Str. 9, 58452 Witten, Deutschland

A place you should avoid

Wir sind jetzt dabei, den zweiten Teil unserer Reise durch die USA vorzubereiten. Die Flüge sind gebucht , Harpo hat auch ein Platz im Frachtraum ergattert, es kann losgehen. Am 27. März fliegen wir nach San Francisco, nehmen ein Mietwagen Richtung Sacramento und fahren am nächsten Tag nach Salt Lake City, um zunächst einmal Michelle Simpson zu besuchen, unsere alte Freundin aus Park City. Wir hätten also gerne ein Motel in der Nähe von Sacramento, wo wir auch mit Harpo unterkommen können. Das ist nicht ganz so einfach in den USA. Viele Hotels nehmen keine Hunde, andere werben damit, dass sie Pet friendly seien. Das ist schon mal gut, nicht so gut ist, dass sie sich ihre Freundlichkeit zum Teil fürstlich bezahlen lassen. 50 und mehr Dollar dafür, dass die Töle mit ins Zimmer darf sind da gar nichts. Zum Glück ist das nicht überall so, aber man muss aufpassen.

Das Haus einer bekannten Kette, bei der wir ganz gerne übernachten, machte auf den Bildern einen guten Eindruck Komma aber die Bewertungen auf TripAdvisor hatten es doch in sich. Man wundert sich fast, dass es Hotels auf solche Bewertungen einfach ankommen lassen und sich schon mal gar nicht dafür interessieren. Overall Rating

(13 Reviews) Horror show

March 13, 2019 I'd give no stars if possible and more photos are to come too. My worst experience in a hotel in my entire 58 years on this earth. They disrespected my service to my country as a Veteran. The lady at front desk had no idea of what she was doing or talking about. They have rooms that are so nasty they should be condemned "but as long as the money rolls in who cares" appears to be their moto. Gave us the wrong room and I hobbled to room with my caregiver and the room was already taken and it was OMG like a dumpster and on the one bed was 3 YES 3 little babies I mean like 15 months oldest maybe and for the 3 seconds we stood there it almost made me sick the stink coming out of that room. The weed smell through the whole hotel is like nothing I've smelled before. As I said this is the worst experience I've ever had. I called corporate office and got disrespected again by a "supervisor" and I use that term loosely as possible. The only bright moment in this whole ride through hood trap was speaking to a Jennifer the boss of the incompetent "supervisor who disrespected me. If your a drug addict, gang member or just plain trash do stay here, you'll fit right in and be right at home. I have filed complaints with CPS, The Health Department etc. I've sent all the photos along with a email to every local news station also. This type of behavior cannot be allowed to exist. It's a breeding ground for everything not good for our City and neighbors

Disagree with other reviews here

December 30, 2018 Super friendly staff. Those others must have been fired or something. The parking area and vicinity is patrolled at night and parking was no problem at all there was extra parking unlike other Red Roof locations here in Sac. There is like 10 fast food places within walking distance. (that's me though. For sure, Wendy's across the street. I went to Del Taco like less than a minute drive away. Patricia told me she has been here six months and was very nice letting me know about the veteran's discount. Thanks.

Want Some Heroin with That?!

December 15, 2018 One star only because zero stars aren't an option. I wish I'd checked yelp before booking this piece of sh*t hotel. The lobby appeared clean and contemporary so I figured it was a decent enough place. We came to Sac to see the Nutcracker ballet and when we arrived back at the hotel we were quickly accosted by a turd selling heroin and crack. He even had the nerve to shove a bag of his drugs in my 12 year old daughter's face! To make matters worse, he came out of the office and when I called down there to report him the clerk refused to answer the phone. It appears that the staff is in on the drug selling shenanigans. I called the sherrif's office and reported it. After this I'm posting on Hotels.com, Traveladvisor.com, and contacting the better business bureau and Red Roof Inn's corporate office.

Roaches

November 23, 2018 Reserved a non smoking room but the room smelled badly of smoke. Could have delt with that but the room was filled with cockroaches. Went back to lobby and requested refund. Clerk was polite and processed refund with no issues. So no complaints of the employers. But can't stay in a place with so many roaches. Neighborhood is pretty sketchy too. Did not feel safe parking and staying there.

Very insulting staff and unprofessional lazy manager r December 19, 2017 I just want to start by saying I never write reviews but after the treatment my family received I had to make sure I start good or bad for all deserving businesses. We checked in and was a little surprised how unfriendly and very short (morning) front desk staff was. Tatiana I believe was knowledgeable of her job but short and not friendly. So checking into the room it was clear management didn't check rooms after staff or give *need to fix list for maintenance. There was black hair on bedsheet. Quilt had food stains and other stains I don't wanna know what they were on them. We also noticed black hair in shower. Tub was not clean at all. we called front desk not asking for anything but just telling them for their knowledge. Also, one bulb in living room out and needed few other maintenance things done. Painting, toilet kept stopping up and broken window lock. So my husband had went to grocery store second morning and called front desk to say no service and please don't knock on door because our 11 yr old 12 next week son was there and we told him not open door unless we called to tell him. She said ok, no problems. Third morning we left hotel from bank which is five minutes down the street and it was 1130. We lost track of time but only 30 minutes and told her we were staying. She gave me attitude and said ok but we needed to be there by noon to pay or we would be charged a late fee. Umm ok but we got there by noon. When we got back our son informed us manager had called room and asked him why he was alone and it was against the law. Shocked we went downstairs to find out the problem and asked why they didn't question us when we paid before going up to room. There were two girls who immediatly started scolding us and saying it was against the law and treating us like bad parents. We told them to check state laws because it's at parents discretion after a certain age. And a almost 12yr old was ok alone for 30 minutes to a hour. They then acted shocked and said well they wouldn't do it. So we went back to room and as time passed I couldn't stop thinking about it and spoke to my husband who said it's just those girls and the night shift employee was really nice (a young guy) and security team was also nice and professional we decided to see if anything else would happen as we had one more day on reservation. That night there were sketchy young people outside obviously high and loud. I called front desk and I guess when security is off two days it's party time. Also that night my son had his hand under mattress and pulled out some old candy wrappers. The next morning at breakfast we told Tatiana and she was rude and said maintenance checks all rooms and basically implied we had done it. We even said we didn't expect anything just wanted the management to know they need to walk thru rooms to check on employees. The rest of day went on without incident and we were supposed to check out next morning. So my husband had lost car key and we couldn't find it. We looked all over property and couldn't find it. We made another reservation on line and called front desk (Tatiana again) and told her we made a reservation on line and needed another day. I explained my husband lost keys and she said ok. Our insurance (Geico, and they are awesome) sent a tow truck to us and opened our car. They waited ten minutes for us to search car and leave with them to go and have another very expensive key made. We were at dealership having a key maid when Tatiana called and said they found a car key and it was to a Ford. I was happy but it was to late (not her fault) However, we got back at 12:49pm and went to office to get key. Tatiana said we didn't sign papers by noon and manager charging us $25 late fee. We said we had called before noon to inform them we needed another night and why. She said nope we were supposed to sign by noon and computer started flagging us and charging us late fee. She could've checked us out and had paper there for us to sign and checked us in after we got back. Again, not their problem and manager wasn't there but we could have her voicemail. We were upset and told them we were leaving and we would return to checkout. She said we had 30 minutes or she was keeping our whole deposit. We ran upstairs and five minutes Tatiana calls and says her manager had called Sheriff because we didn't checkout on time. I got really angry and felt like I was being treated extremely poorly by staff. She didn't care and we now only had $10 of our $60 deposit left. I asked why she said 30:and she yelled no, and hurry up. We been informed already of hotel policy's which I thought when I called at noon to tell her we were staying we covered that. She didn't say otherwise. I hung up on her and still hurried out thinking no way a chain like this would let their employees act like this. Then a knock at door and rude maintenance man and two housekeepers stood their until we left, never getting a deposit at all. We waited and manager never came. it was working hours. I know this was long but I will write this review everywhere, every week until refunded deposit and a apology I will stand on Watt Ave and stop business. People gotta know. and as we waited in parking lot a man came out yelling cause he was charged $20 for one dirty towel. Horrible service.

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spnroundrobin · 7 years

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Masterpost: Round Three - Ship Round

Prompt: Newly human Cas has been staying at the bunker and helping the boys with research while they are away on hunts but has been feeling lonely being in the bunker by himself. During one of the lulls between hunts, he broaches the subject of getting a pet. Dean isn’t very excited about the idea. (established Destiel)

(Remember: This is the ship round so ship to your heart’s content. We’d like to keep this Teen rated so no sexual acts on screen. Innuendo is allowed. Sam is in the bunker so he can be included but side characters will have to be over the phone or on Skype.)

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(As submissions are made, they will be posted here by the mods.)

#1 @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 1

Cas was sitting at the table with books spread out before him and Dean’s laptop. He had decided to take a break from his research on how to get Mary back from the other universe. He always enjoyed watching videos online the featured little kitties and puppies playing. Sometimes Sam would try to find one that he hadn’t seen yet and send it to his phone while he and Dean were hunting.

Cas muted the current video of a cat pretending to be the famous Pokemon character when he thought he heard the bunker door open. After several beats of silence, Cas let out a heavy sigh. The bunker was such a lonely place without another living presence there, whether it be the Winchesters or Jody and Claire. Cas needed a companion, especially if Dean continued to be the over protective boyfriend, insisting that Cas stay behind on the bigger jobs.

#2 @zolaliz - Submission: 1

Of course, Dean would never agree to a pet.

“Who’ll feed it when we’re away, knee deep in some world-ending shitfest? No one. And then it’ll stink up the bunker.”

Cas scowled, recalling the conversation. As much as he hated to admit, Dean did have a point.

He mentally ruled out cats and dogs, glancing longingly at the muted laptop screen. Most mammals would need the same amount of care. Cas had learned over the past few weeks that humans were included in that category of high-maintenance, as he struggled with remembering to eat and sleep. This only added fuel to Dean’s runner-up argument against getting Cas a companion.

“You gotta start taking care of yourself before you go off trying to take care of something else, Cas,” Dean would say, in that highly hypocritical way of his (though Cas highly doubted that was intentional). But Cas reasoned he could work around that argument once he found a way to make Dean’s first one void.

He clicked open a new tab, and tapped “pets that don’t need to eat” into the search bar. Unsurprisingly, it heeded no helpful results.

“Maybe I’ll try to refine the search,” he mumbled, and bounced his fingers over the keys again.

#3 @ravenscat-tumbler - Submission: 1

Cas spent hours trying to find the perfect pet that would be low maintenance but that would still keep him company. He finally decides on a hamster. He knew that it would be easy to care for and not very costly. The little guy would also keep him company when Dean and Sam were away for cases.

The only thing now was to convince Dean to let him get one. He knew that Sam would be open to the idea and he also knew that Sam would help him convince Dean. So, he just had to bring up the idea with Sam first.

Perfect, now all he had to do was wait for the brothers to come home, hopefully safe and in one piece. He sits back and stretches on his chair. He does some more research and finds some useful things to help the brothers speed up their hunt. He picks up the phone and before he can dial he gets an incoming call from Dean.

He answers with a smile.“Hello, baby. I was just about to call you.” Cas answers.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 1

“I just wanted to let you know that Sam and me are on our way back,” Dean said. Castiel could hear the rumble of the Impala in the background as Dean paused. “You sound like you’re in a good mood, any particular reason why?”

Cas scowled; was he really that transparent? He was going to have to seriously up his game if his plan to bring Dean around on the pet front but he knew it was going to have to be extra devious. His eyes widened and he smiled as an idea occurred to him.

“Nothing really but I was going to ask if you were going to be home tonight?” Cas replied smoothly, standing up to wander into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and started taking inventory.

Dean hummed in the affirmative. “Yep, we’re only about an hour out now. I was going to ask if what you wanted for dinner, we’ll stop somewhere on our way in.”

Smiling, Cas pulled his chosen items from the fridge. “Actually, since you’re almost home, I was thinking I could make something,” he said, grinning to himself. “I need something to do anyway and you guys are probably sick of take out.”

“That sounds really freaking good,” Dean sighed happily. “We’ll see you in a bit, babe.” This was followed by a quieter, “love you.”

“Love you too,” Cas said, smiling and shaking his head. All this time and Dean was still shy about saying that when Sam was nearby. It didn’t bother him since he knew it was just a fear of brotherly teasing, not that Dean was ashamed of them. “See you soon.”

After Dean hung up, Cas sat his phone down and looked at the pile of ingredients in front of him before glancing at the clock. He calculated carefully and smiled as he started peeling potatoes.

An hour was plenty of time.

Almost exactly an hour later as Cas was putting the finishing touches on the food, a familiar metallic clang echoed through the bunker and signaled the boys return. He worked quickly to clean up and wash his hands, hurrying out to the main area to see Dean and Sam’ booted feet clomping down the staircase.

“Oh my god, what smells so good?” Dean groaned as he walked over to drop his bag on the map table. He smiled brightly and pulled Cas into a tight hug, giving him a quick peck on the lips at the same time.

Sam rolled his eyes affectionately. “Hey, Cas,” he said as he walked by to place his armful of books on the table. “I’m gonna go clean up before I eat. Don’t let Dean eat it all. He’s been whining for the last half hour about how hungry he is.”

Stepping back from Dean but not dropping his hand, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll make sure to save you some.”

“Speaking of food,” Dean interjected not so smoothly as Sam disappeared down the hall to his room. He draped himself over Cas’ back and wrapped his arms around his waist. “What are we having?”

“I may have made homemade bacon cheeseburgers and fresh cut french fries,” Cas said innocently; happy that Dean couldn’t see the smug smirk on his face.

Dean squeezed him into a quick hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Mmmm…my favorite…”

Exactly, Cas thought, internally preening as everything fell into place as he planned as he and Dean trooped to the kitchen. And just wait until you see the peanut butter pie.

#1 @Deadlykittykay Submission: 2

As expected, Dean showed his appreciation for the burgers with gusto. He would moan appreciatively with each bite, his cheeks filling like that of a chipmunk, or better yet, much like the hamsters videos Cas had seen on YouTube. Castiel couldn’t help but smile at Dean fondly every time he did this. Even Sam was enjoying his meal, despite his brother’s unseemly manners.

Cas had missed the brother’s terribly and watching them bicker and interact with each other, even throwing stray fries at one another, filled Cas’ chest with warmth. Between this, the feel of Dean’s knee knee against his own, and listening to Sam retell the story of the latest hunt, Cas nearly forgot about his mission behind tonight’s dinner.

“So,” Sam started, pushing his plate away and smiling at Cas. “What were you up to while we were gone?”

Cas just shrugged, glancing at Dean before redirecting his attention to Sam. “The usual. I’m still trying to find some lore about alternate universes. It’s a bit trickier than I had imagined.”

“Come on, Cas,” Dean nudged his knee with his own, giving him a found smile. “Don’t tell me you were a nerd the whole time.”

Cas rolled his eyes and reached for the brother’s empty plates. “No, Dean. I did more than research. I watched Netflix and YouTube videos. Pie?” he asked quickly, internally kicking himself when Dean groaned at the mention of the videos

#2 Submission: 2

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#3 @ravenscat-tumbler - Submission: 2

“Pie?” Dean’s face lights up at the mention of pie. “You made pie too? God, you’re perfect.” He says and then immediately blushes.

Sam snorts into his cup as he tires and fails miserably to hide his laugh. Dean glares at him and rubs the back of his head in embarrassment.

“I’ll go get that pie now.” Cas says.

Dean nods not meeting anyone’s eye.

“I’m gonna go put these plates in the kitchen.” Sam says, grabbing the dishes off the table and heading after Cas.

“Hello, Sam. Do you have a minute?” Cas asks as Sam walks into the kitchen.

“Yeah man, what’s up?” He asks, putting the dishes in the sink and leaning back against the counter. He looks at Cas and waits patiently.

Cas takes a breath, “I would like to get a hamster.” He says in one go.

“A hamster?” Sam tilts his head.

“A hamster.” Cas repeats again. “I need someone to keep me company when you two leave to go on long hunts.”

“Uhm, Ohhkay. So what’s the big issue?” Sam says, scratching the back of his head.

“And I need your help to convince Dean.”

Sam groans, “Dammit, that’s gonna be hard but alright, I’ll help you.”

Cas smiles warmly at Sam.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 2

A quick and rough plan was quickly established and it all started with an extra large slice of peanut butter pie and Netflix.

“Wow, that was so freaking good,” Dean groaned, leaning back in his chair and patting his stomach before letting out a contented belch that had Sam scrunching his nose. Cas picked stood up and collected their plates. Dean tugged him down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, a sure sign that he was in an extra happy mood. That would make the next stage of the plan easier.

Sam pushed back from the table and stood up. “I think I’m going to get into some sweats and watch some Netflix, you guys in?”

Dean replied in the affirmative and, while Cas quickly washed up the dishes, he and Sam went to change since Cas was already comfortably dressed. Fifteen minutes later, Cas and Dean were on the sofa in the room that had become the unofficial den after they’d picked up a couch at a second hand store. Sam was booting up Netflix from his armchair.

They settled on a light comedy show since Sam and Dean weren’t really interested in anything heavy after being out on a hunt. Cas curled up next to Dean and rested his head on his shoulder but he wasn’t really watching the show. He was waiting for his opportunity.

Three episodes in he enacted phase two.

Over the course of the next episode, Cas slowly and carefully situated himself so that his head was pillowed in Dean’s lap, one hand resting on his knees. According to plan, Dean began absentmindedly running his fingers through Cas’ hair while he continued to watch and Cas pretended to fall asleep.

“You know, I kinda feel bad for him,” Cas heard Sam say after about twenty minutes of ‘sleeping’. “Cas seems like he’s been sort of lonely while we’re gone.”

Dean grunted. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, he just mentioned how nice it was to have people moving around in the bunker again,” Sam said, his voice appropriately casual. Dean continued to toy with Cas’ hair, a sign that he was still relaxed. “I have to admit, it does get boring here when you’re by yourself.”

“I mean, we could probably take him on a few extra hunts,” Dean said though he sounded extremely reluctant, “but it’s really been working out for us to have someone here at home base.”

Cas heard Sam shifting in his seat. “Oh, yeah, I agree,” Sam replied before letting the conversation pause for a little bit. Cas had to work really hard to keep his body relaxed. “I don’t think it would hurt to have a pet around here though.”

The hand in Cas’ hair froze.

Dean sighed heavily and Cas’ stomach twisted in anticipation. “Sam,” he said heavily, his hand starting to move again, “you know my stance on pets, man. Cats hate people and dogs are just too high maintenance for a bunch of dudes who routinely get stuck on the road for weeks at a time. It’s not like we can call up the neighbors and ask them to pet sit.”

Cas felt his stomach start to sink. Dean wasn’t going to go for it; having Sam talk to Dean first wasn’t going to help his case. He had just decided to ‘wake up’ and forget the whole thing when Sam spoke up.

“But what if it wasn’t a cat or a dog?”

#1 @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 3

“Then what, Sammy?” Dean asked his voice sounding much more tired than Cas had ever heard come from the hunter. “A fish? So that way we can come home to it bloated and floating upside down? Think of how he reacted when you accidentally killed the bee last year. How do you think he’s going to react to a fish dying. Not just any fish but his fish.”

Sam sighed and leaned forward, bracing his forearms onto his thighs. “Not a fish, Dean.”

“Well I’d rather go to Hell again than have a snake or glorified spider in the bunker.”

“What about a hamster?” Sam tried.

Dean wrinkled his nose in distaste. “I don’t know, Sammy. They’re rodents.”

Sam’s eyes connected with Cas’ from across the room. Cas opened his mouth to say something but closed it when he saw the flick of Sam’s hand, motioning for him not to say anything.

“Dean,” Sam said softly, a tone that Dean knew as the one Sam uses when he pulls his lawyer card on someone. “You love Cas, right?”

#2 @zolaliz - Submission: 3

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#3 @ravenscat-tumbler - Submission: 3

“Of course I do!” Dean says a little too loudly. He bites his lip and looks down at Castiel, who stirs in protest.

Castiel keeps calm and tries not to open his eyes.

“Of course I do.” Dean says again, a little quieter this time.

“Then don’t you want him to be happy?” Sam asks.

“I do,” Dean says, looking down and carding his hand through Cas’ hair. “but I don’t see how a stupid hamster is going to do that.” He grumbles out.

“It will Dean, trust me. It will.” Sam says. “It gets pretty lonely here when you are alone.”

Dean sighs softly, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know.” Sam says smugly.

Castiel opens his eyes and looks in Sam’s.

Sam smirks down at him and Castiel mouths ‘Thank you’ at him.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 3

When he’d “woken up” from his nap, Dean hadn’t said anything at first much to Cas’ disappointment. Maybe Dean had taken the time to think and decided that he’d changed his mind. It actually hadn’t been until they were getting ready for bed that Dean had haltingly admitted that he had been wrong and that it wouldn’t be a horrible idea for Cas to have a pet.

“So I guess, if you wanted, we could go to the pet store tomorrow and you know, look for some sort of critter…but only one.”

Cas tried extremely hard to receive Dean’s acquiescence towards getting a pet with grace and dignity and felt he succeeded…barely. Instead of jumping up and cheering at finally achieving his goal, he beamed and leaned in to kiss Dean silly before moving on to other ways to show his gratitude.

It would be well into the later part of the morning before they left their room for breakfast the next day.

After breakfast, which definitely seemed to take longer than normal to Cas, they left the bunker to head into town. Cas had the directions to the pet store pulled up on his phone; he’d spent days upon days while he’d been on his own researching the best places to find pets and had bookmarked marked them.

“Turn up here,” he said, pointing to the last turn that should take them to Pet-topia. Excitement had him practically vibrating in his seat as Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot and maneuvered into one of the store’s parking spaces.

Dean looked vaguely grumpy as they got out of the car but Cas suspected that he was just trying to pretend to be upset that he’d caved to save face or other such nonsense. He trailed behind Cas as they entered the store.

There was a bored looking teenager standing at the register when they entered who sighed heavily and didn’t straighten from his slouched position over his phone when he asked in a flat voice, “welcome to Pet-topia, is there anything I can help you with today?”

“No, thank you,” Cas said, noting the teenager went happily back to his phone.

Keeping his and Dean’s discussion in mind, he forced himself to pass the rabbits and other larger animals despite the fact of how much he wished they were an option and walked on until they found themselves in front of the hamster display.

Looking down into the massive cage, he saw oodles of small balls of fluff; some of them scurrying around on the wood shaving covered cage floor or on the wheels while other’s nibbled at the food and water or laid sedately in their chosen spots. Cas looked down at the hamsters, his heart sinking ever so slightly.

How was he supposed to pick just one?

#1 @deadlyangelkay - Submission: 4

Dean could tell from the slightly panicked look in Castiel’s eyes and the frown etching it’s ways at the corner of his mouth, that he was over whelmed. Hell, Dean wasn’t even the one picking the damn rodent and he felt over whelmed.

Dean’s heart broke when he heard Cas mutter that he should just get a fish. He hated hearing the defeated tone in his love’s voice and was determined to make this easier.

Dean draped his arm around Castiel’s shoulder, pulling him closer and placing a kiss to his temple.

“How about this?” Dean suggested. “You spend some time with these little guys, see which one grabs your attention and I’ll go look at the cages and crap for his new home.”

Castiel gave Dean a small smile and nodded. “That is agreeable.”

“Awesome. Text me when you’ve found the one.” He gives Castiel another kiss, to the forehead this time and smiles at him before heading off to cages.

Dean had no idea that there were so many options for a hamster to call home. As if picking the perfect one was hard, Dean could only imagine how Castiel would feel about selecting a cage. Dean selected a colorful plastic monstrosity that had a Ferris wheel looking thing attached to it.

Of course, Dean turned down the wrong aisle and was accosted by the site of adorable balls of fluff. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for rabbits. The little balls of fluff with floppy ears and twitchy noses made Dean give pause every time. And this time was no different than any other time. Especially when one of the dwarf rabbits happened to be interested in his movements. Dean would be a bold face liar if he said that the damned ball of fluff hadn’t already set it’s hooks into him. And how could it not? It’s black fur contrasting with the bright blue eyes. Dean was so captivated by it that he hadn’t even noticed he had company.

“I thought you said no rabbits,” Castiel’s voice was soft and teasing.

#writer 2 drop

#3 @ravenscat-tumbler - Submission: 4

“I did not say that…” Dean starts, “And I’m not saying that now either.” He finishes. Castiel just smirks at him, eyes glinting.“Don’t give me that look.” He says, turning back to looks at the dwarf rabbit. “We can get the rabbit if you want to Dean.” Castiel says. He stands slightly behind Dean and places his hand on his lower back, looking at the rabbit with him. “He is a cute little fella, isn’t he?” Dean ask. “That he is.” “Alright, let’s get em.” Dean says, making up his mind. Castiel smiles warmly at Dean and then goes to talk to the person at the counter.The lady helps them pick out the necessary items they need to take the rabbit home. They leave the place with loads of bags and a lot less money than they came with. They come home and Sam is instantly taken to the little guy.“Hey, his features look like Cas’.” Sam says with the bunny on his lap. He scratches behind his ear and the rabbit wiggles his nose in content. Castiel smiles mischievously looking towards Dean, who had adverted his gaze and was pretending to read the bag of the food.“Is that why you wanted to get him, Dean?” “What?” Dean asks, looking up and pretending to hear them for the first time. “Did you want to get the rabbit because it had similar features to me?” “What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” Dean says. “Anyways… what do we name the little guy?” He asks changing the topic.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 4

The debate on what to name their, and Cas maintained that this pet belonged to all of them now after seeing Sam and Dean’s faces, rabbit raged on for the rest of the day until a decision was made just after dinner.

And so the rabbit was dubbed Bruce in honor of the Hulk and so that he had a “manly” name.

(Though Cas suspected Dean only agreed to the name so he could go around saying “Hello..my name is Bruce…” in an entirely inaccurate Australian accent despite his previous insistence that Finding Nemo had been boring.)

Originally when they’d been hammering out the details on where the hamster they’d been planning to get would reside, Dean had been adamant that “the critter” would be staying in the room next door to his and Cas’ room. He’d argued that he didn’t need a rodent in his living space. So Cas was surprised when Dean picked up the rabbit cage they’d purchased and carried it past the room they’d prepared only to enter their bedroom.

As much as Cas wanted to ask why their new pet was suddenly allowed to be in their room, he refrained. Today had been a big day for Dean what with agreeing to not only having a pet but changing that pet to a slightly bigger animal so he didn’t want to risk pushing his buttons too much. He cuddled Bruce to his chest as he watched Dean clear off a space on the one dresser for the rabbit cage; the little ball of fluff burrowing into the fabric of his t-shirt. Running his fingers through Bruce’s hair was extremely soothing and this pleased Cas.

Bruce wouldn’t be a substitute for actual human interaction but he’d definitely be a comfort and a fitting companion for when Sam and Dean needed to leave for extended hunts.

“There,” Dean said, stepping back to brush his hands off. He stood there, examining his handiwork for a bit before turning to face Cas. “Bruce’s place is all set.” Dean reached out and scooped Bruce out of his hands, cooing at him. “Here you are, big guy. A home just for you.”

It took every ounce of control that Cas had cultivated over millenias of existence to not burst out laughing at his self-proclaimed “macho” boyfriend turning into a puddle of goo in the presence of a small bunny.

#1 @deadlyangelkay - Submission: 5

A few weeks had passed since they had brought home both Bruce and Peanut. The brothers hadn’t found a case and it gave time for all three to bond with the animals. Cas’ favorite part was watching the rabbit and hamster interact and Dean’s reaction to it. At first Dean was hesitant, having his precious Bruce and the rodent near each other. But once Sam pointed out that essentially the two were brothers, Dean begrudgingly relented.

Now, it’s as if Dean looks forward to their play time. Castiel smiles fondly at Dean as he laughs at the way Bruce and Peanut play. More like the way that would climb over Bruce and Bruce would twitch his nose at the hamster. The best part about watching “their boys” – as Dean has started to call them – was the Dean would periodically lean against Cas. Happy, content, and peaceful.

Before Castiel knew it, it was time for the Winchesters to go off to another hunt. Dean gave Cas the familiar speech about how it was just a simple salt and burn and they would be back before he could miss them. And as always Cas would roll his eyes because after all this time, when has anything been easy for the Winchesters? A quick kiss goodbye and a promise to call when they got to the motel, Castiel was once again left in the large quiet bunker.

He scooped up Bruce into his arms, the little guy nuzzling into his shirt as he carried Bruce to the bedroom. “You know, there’s an excellent documentary on Netflix that you might like,” Castiel says softly, happy to no longer be alone.

#round three #masterpost #round three: ship round - masterpost #ship round #destiel

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inchancesreallifebmoc · 7 years

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Chance!Cinderella story part 1

Word count: 2,475

Paring: Chance Perez X reader

Inspired by the Cinderella story movie like the Hilary Duff one lol

A/N: sorry if this sucks I’m new to writing and it’s my first time writing Chance also there’s going to be more parts posted !!!!

Warnings: none it’s pretty chill

I’m miserably mopping the floor of the diner again, hoping I’ll be done before my stepmom gets back here. I really don’t want to have to hear her face I can’t handle her bitching anymore it’s too much for me to deal with. Jenny (my stepmom) is the kind of person who is never satisfied with anything. Jenny also despises me, I’m not being dramatic since she married my dad who passed away a few years ago she’s had it out for me. I know it’s cliche to have a wicked stepmother but it’s my reality, and I even have the evil step sisters Brianna and Gabriella. “Y/n are you done yet?” I hear the door to the diner open and my stepmother asks me this angrily “Just finishing up Jenny.” I say from across the diner “Well hurry up you need to pick up the girls dresses from the alterations shop in half an hour and their shoes and masks from downtown after that.” She barks “I’ll leave in 5 minutes.” I tell her “Hurry there’s gonna be traffic and they’ll be closed soon.” She says and walks out the diner. *********************

It’s 45 minutes later and I’ve picked up the girls dresses and I’m on my way to pick up their masks and shoes, I’m about to walk in the shop when I literally bump into someone. “Watch where your going freak.” The person shrieks in a high pitched voice I look up and see it’s Anna Snow. She’s one of my schools elite, literally I go to a super expensive private school and her dad makes so many donations he might as well own it. “Sorry Anna.” I say and go to open the door of the shop quickly trying to get away from her on top of being rich popular and gorgeous she’s also a mega bitch. “You should be why are you even here don’t tell me your going to the masquerade ball tomorrow.” She says angrily. “No just picking up Brianna and Gabriellas stuff.” I tell her quietly avoiding eye contact I don’t fear her the way half the people at school do, or worship her the way the other half does. I simply don’t care about her and try to keep our interactions to a minimum. “Well you should go I hear they’re short handed and and could use another server and that is what you’re know for diner freak.” She says and pushes past me and and walks into the shop. I go in and walk up to the counter a very good looking guy is standing behind the register. He has dark hair and dark eyes and tan skin and a smile that’s got me feeling some kinda way . I recognize him from school his name is Chance Perez and he’s absolutely beautiful and even tho we don’t speak much he always seems pretty sweet. He’s also Anna’s boyfriend, I have no idea what he sees in her besides obviously her looks. “Hey I’m picking up an order for Jenny.” I tell Chance and look down embarrassed that I’m still in my food and bleach splattered clothes from the diner. “Uhhh yeah I got that right here.” He says and turns around to grab 2 bags then returns to the register and hits a few buttons. “Only 2 masks and 2 pairs of shoes?” He asks. “Ummm yeah why?” I ask him “Well aren’t there 3 of you guys your Brianna and Gabs sister right?” “Step sister but I’m not going tomorrow I have to work.” “That’s a bummer I’m sure the dance would be more fun.” “Yeah well tell that to my stepmom.” “That’ll be $174.36” he says and I hand him Jenny’s card. “Eyes off my boyfriend loser.” Anna says coming up behind me. “Come on Anna don’t be that way.” Chance tells her. “I’ll be whatever way I want to be and you’ll not talk to whoever I don’t want you to why are you so interested in diner freaks life anyway?” She asks angrily. Chance hands me back the card. “Actually Anna I’ll talk to whoever I want to and you’ll go to the dance alone we’re done.” He says then hands me my recite and 2 bags. “Have a nice day Y/n.” He says and smiles at me. So casual like he didn’t just break up with Anna Snow in front of me. “What do you mean we’re done? We can’t be done we have to go to the dance tonight I can’t show up alone!” She yells and I actually laugh out loud. “Get out of here freak! ” She screams at me and actually sounds like she’s trying not to cry. I take my bags and head out not wanting to witness the rest of this. Anna probably already wants to kill me for what I’ve seen today.

****************** It’s the next day at the diner I’m working here until midnight tonight Jenny’s orders. She wants to make sure I don’t get to go to the dance because maybe I’ll enjoy myself and how dare I do that. “I still don’t get why those two get to go and you can’t.” Kat says to me when I tell her I’m upset that I can’t go tonight Kat is manager of the diner and was my fathers oldest friend. “Why do I have to work and they don’t ?” I sarcastically ask. “They’re her daughters and I’m trash. That’s why.” I say “Why don’t you just go sweetie you never do anything for your self or get to enjoy yourself.” Marie one of the waitresses here tells me. “I can’t Jenny will pick up the girls at 11:30 and be back here at midnight and she’ll expect me to be here mopping. I don’t even have a dress or shoes or a mask so I really don’t see it happening guys.” I tell them then the diner doors open and I see my best friend y/bff/n walk in dressed in an amazing red gown and beautiful red and black mask,she looks amazing. “What are you doing here you’re going to be late for the dance.” I ask her and see she’s holding a large black bag. “I’m here for you, you’re going to the ball you don’t have a choice. I’ve bought you a dress, shoes and a mask you’re going to come to my house to get ready and I’ll have you back here before the step-monster realizes you’ve been gone.” She says it all so confidently and serious and it sounds wonderful I almost agree then snap back to reality. “Look it’s crazy that you got all that stuff for me and I love you for it but I can’t what if she stops by and I’m not here.” “I’ll cover for you.” Says Kat “Kat you can’t it could cost you your job.” “I don’t care you need to get out tonight go have fun I’ll handle the bitch if she comes here.” She tells me. “Come on you don’t get a choice.” y/bff/n says and grabs my hand and before I can say no she’s pulling me out the door.

*********************

It’s 20 minutes later and where at y/bff/n’s house and she’s doing my makeup. “You’re so pretty, you’re going to look amazing.” She says and applies blush to my cheeks. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me.” I tell her “Yes I did you never have fun and tonight you’re going to. We only have one more year until graduation and we need to spend time having fun together.” “ You’re the best y/bff/n.” “I know, now let’s get going.” She says and we get on our way.

******************* Chances P.O.V. “Why would you break up with Anna now of all times dude. I mean I know you haven’t been into being with her and she’s kinda evil, like I get you breaking up but why before this ball thing? ” My friend Devin says to me. We’re at the masquerade ball and neither of us has a date. I guess it’s my fault Dev lost his date he was going with Anna’s best friend who cancelled on him right after I broke up with Anna. “Look I’m sorry about Ally canceling on you but I just couldn’t handle Anna anymore, like the older we get the more shallow and selfish and rude she becomes, I can’t believe she’s the same girl I started dating in middle school she’s changed so much.” I tell Devin. “Dude it’s been 7 years people change you’re better off without her, maybe you don’t see it but you changed a lot too the last 2 years you’re more serious, you’ve seemed to get your head on straight and started caring about what you’re gonna do after school, and all Anna cares about is high school. I think she’s getting harder to be around and acting the way she is because she knows that after we graduate she looses her control over everything. High school is her domain she knows when it’s over she’ll have nothing.” Devin tells me and what he’s saying makes sense. “You’ve gotta point and we’re at a place where we’ve out grown each other.” I tell him. Suddenly it’s like time is standing still I see an incredibly beautiful girl walking down the stairs of the entrance way, she’s wearing an elegant black gown that hugs her so well and makes you realize what a woman she is. She’s also wearing probably the most elaborate black and gold mask at the ball. She is absolutely breathtaking. No joke like I literally took a deep breath after looking at her. “Who is she?” Devin asks me as he openly stares at her in shock. “I have no idea but I’m going to find out.” I tell him and go to find my way to this girl who has me shook.

“Hello.” I say and go to grab her hand I place a kiss on the back of it and then look to her face “May I have a dance?” I ask her “Yes you may.” She answers and laughs. Another girl comes up behind her “Hey what do you- ” she stops mid question and looks at the 2 of us probably 3 times over. “Oh well never mind your with a nice looking guy I’ll check in later.” She says and walks off. The unnamed beautiful girl laughs, and says “Sorry about my friend.” “Not an issue.” I reassure her and take her by the hand and lead her to the dance floor, happy together by the turtles begins to play when we find a spot on the crowded floor to dance. I place a hand on her waist and keep my other holding on to hers, touching her even though it’s only a small amount of contact feels like fire. She then places a hand on my shoulder. “Chance Perez dancing with me at the ball what a surprising turn of events.” She says as we sway to the music, it’s then that I realize my mask really only covers around my eyes. “Good surprising or bad surprising?” I ask “Not sure yet I’ll let you know.” She tells me as she leans in close to my ear. I smile down at her “So you know who I am do I get to know your name.” I ask “No it’s a mystery tonight I’m not myself and I could be anyone.” She says and her pretty lips form a smile. We continue to dance and it’s wonderful she’s wonderful and I can’t place her but she’s so familiar. Even though I don’t know her name it’s like she’s someone I’ve known for years.

Your P.O.V. ****************** Chance and I are now taking a walk outside the school, he reaches down and grabs my hand and I feel a shock of electricity. He looks so handsome in his black suit, white shirt and black mask. “So do I know you?” He asks as we’re heading towards the green house “Well I guess technically you do but we never really talk.” “I just can’t believe we’ve met before and I can’t recognize you, you’re so beautiful it doesn’t make any sense.” He says. “Okay so how long have I known you?” He asks “Well we’ve gone to the same school since 7th grade, but I don’t think we’ve really spoken until the last year.” I answer him then laugh “How many questions are you going to ask me Chance?” I ask. “As many as it takes for me to figure out who you are.” He says as we enter the green house. “Okay enough questions for now dance with me mystery girl.” He says and turns to face me. “There’s no music though.” I tell him, then I get pleasantly surprised to hear him starting to sing earned it by the weekend. I can’t help but smile and take his hand. His voice is amazing, his hands go to my waist and mine to his shoulders. We’re swaying to the sound of his voice and this moment is enchanting, it doesn’t feel real. We continue to dance as he sings, then he turns and dips me like a legit movie style dip, then he leans down to where I am and presses a kiss to my lips. I feel like I’m being lit on fire. We return to a standing position and he kisses me again, this time the kiss is deeper, hungrier and well hotter. One of his hands comes up to cup my face and the other moves up and down the curves of my back it feels like nothing I’ve felt before. RIIIIINNNG and with a ring of my phone were interrupted. I really don’t want to ruin the moment but I realize it’s probably y/bff/n so I pull away. “I’m really sorry Chance but I have to get this.” I say and answer my phone. “Hey we gotta get back to the diner like right now before Jenny gets there.” She says “Shit shit shit I’ll meet you at your car.” I say and hang up on her. “I’m really don’t wanna go but I have to leave Chance.” I tell him. “What is it like curfew or something can’t I take you home?” He asks pleadingly. I lean it close to him and whisper in his ear. “Tonight was good surprising to answer your question.” I say and with that I turn to exit the greenhouse. “Wait do I even get to know your name?” He yells as I’m almost out the door, I just keep walking he wouldn’t want me if he knew who I was anyway.

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Roses are red, Violets are Adored (Viadore/group fic) Remény

Author’s note: Hi friends! I haven’t been posting Roses here because I thought no one was interested and bothering people but a few friends on here encouraged me to continue to submit it. If you want to read ahead click here >>>> http://remeny-writes.tumblr.com/tagged/roses/chrono The fic is MASSIVE, 170,000 words so far as I am incapable of writing things without a stupid amount of details.

I am dyslexic so I do sometimes have issue with spelling and grammar and I apologize for that now!

Hope you enjoy this latest installment and you are having a great day!

Love and glitter,

Remèny

Content warning: This story is a complete work of fiction, I try to research the facts that I can but the situations are 100% fake. This fic contains medical related subjects, including mention of medications (rarely by name), equipment and sometimes death related content. Please avoid reading if any of the above may trigger you.

Chapter 71

TW mention of physical abuse (no details), mention of substance abuse, anger

Pearl’s POV

Phi Phi opened the hotel room door and let me whoosh by. I threw my carry on bag across the room in frustration and dove onto a bed, grabbing a few pillows and screaming into them. When I was all screamed out, I put the pillows back, turning around to see Phi Phi standing there, looking confused and a little taken aback

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No… Yes. I don’t know! I don’t know anything anymore!” I yelled hitting the mattress. She jumped back a little bit, and I clued in about her previous abuse with her Dad.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Phi Phi!” I sat on the end of the bed, looking down at my feet.

She came and sat beside me.

“What is it Pearl?” She sounded concerned.

“I just keep having this feeling that if I hadn’t been out of it the first night Vi was so sick but didn’t go to the hospital, I would have made them go, and they wouldn’t have to be recovering for such a long period of time. I have known they were feeling like shit for a while and I did absolutely nothing about it! Nothing! I was just worrying about me, me, me, and how to get my next buzz.” I said in a rush. I didn’t want to say what I had been thinking at all but it came out like hot, fast word vomit.

“Does Violet have an eating disorder? Is that why they are sick?” Phi Phi blurted, then covered her mouth like she couldn’t believe she had said that outloud.

“Well normally girl can throw down in the kitchen, even for how tiny they are, but lately has had no appetite? It’s odd but everyone has times like that I guess.” I shrugged. I really didn’t want rumours to start about my sister.

“Maybe she really has gone to deal with exactly what Michelle said? I hope everything is okay, but if there was a death in the family, wouldn’t you think Michelle would just tell us that? If it was a death, I hope they are okay. I’m really glad Adore went with them though. They are such a cute fucking couple!” Phi Phi mused out loud.

“They are,” I admitted smiling

“Thanks Phi Phi! Sorry if I scared you!”

“It’s okay babe! I wasn’t scared! I’m not scared of you love. I was just startled. Don’t worry. Are you feeling any better?” She said, linking arms with me sitting on the edge of the bed.

“A little. Thanks for listening! I’m starving! Do you want to get something to eat?”

“My inner fat kid is saying I need chocolate to go with whatever we eat, cake, brownie, bar, hot!” Phi Phi said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hot?” I asked, confused.

“Hot chocolate goof!” She elbowed me in the ribs.

“Ow bitch!”

We sat there for about 5 or 10 minutes jabbing each other in the ribs and laughing until we were both holding our sides as our stomach muscles felt like they were burning.

Chapter 72

Violet’s POV

“Ok hunny, you are all done!” Matt said, unhooking me from the chemo. “How ya feeling?”

“I actually feel fine! Other than a bit tired.” I said stretching and then holding my chest, wincing.

“Pain meds coming right up!”

“No it’s ok! It’s not that bad!” I didn’t want anyone to think I was weak.

Danny grabbed my hands, “Vi look at me.” I turned my body but couldn’t look him in the eye. “Look at me silly!” He lifted my chin to look in his gorgeous eyes “Between 1 and 10? Honestly.”

“Oh ok, a 7” I felt defeated, why couldn’t I lie to him? It’s not like it would be a big lie. It would actually be a good thing, it sucks seeing people you care about in pain.

“I admire your skills Danny! If I have another stubborn patient, I know who to call!” Matt said with a twinkle in his eyes, “be right back! hey Lucy!”

“Ugh why can’t I lie to you?” I laughed.

“Because he’s frikken adorable, d'uh!” Lucy said in a muffled voice, wheeling into the room. She was in her PJs still, looking a little pale. She had a bright neon pink bob on today.

“True!” I said nodding and flashing Danny a smile.

“You are in a lot of pain, aren’t you Jason?” Her face turning serious.

“I’m in a bit of pain yes, but it’s gonna be taken care of. Don’t worry!” I said giving her a smile. I had only known her for about 24 hours but she had already grown on me. But I knew a secret when I saw one. Lucy was hiding something.

“Hey darlings, I’m back!! Here ya go dollface!” Matt announced, hooking a syringe into my line and pushing the meds in followed by saline. “I gotta run back out but do you need anything?” I shook my head and he booted out of the room at warp speed.

“Why is he in such a hurry?” Danny pondered out loud.

“Rosalina.” Lucy said softly.

“Who?” We asked together.

Lucy cleared her throat, “Rosa, she is a 14 year old patient here who is dying.” Lucy said matter-of-factly.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Danny said, his hands coming up to his mouth.

“Don’t be sorry. She fought hard as fuck for 6 years and now it’s time for her to rest.” She smiled regretfully.

I didn’t know that I was crying til Danny was wiping my cheeks with the hem of his shirt.

Lucy wheeled up and grabbed my hand. “It’s ok! It’s ok!” She patted my hand.

“NO IT’S NOT! FUCK CANCER!” I yelled and completely dissolved into loud messy tears.

Danny wrapped his arms around me while Lucy held my hand. My head on Danny’s shoulder.

“Shhh Vi, it’s ok! it’s ok!” Danny was running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my back.

By the time I was all cried out, I had the hiccups so bad I was holding my chest. The movement was killer on my new line.

“I’ll grab some water!” Danny said, rushing out of the room and returning with 3 styrofoam cups of ice water, handing one out to me and then Lucy. He gave Lucy a concerned look and I turned and saw Lucy with a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I was feeling alarmed, maybe something was wrong.

“Who the fuck is Vi?”

Danny and I started laughing.

“Whaaat?” She said, looking amused.

I liked just being Jason to her though. Danny seemed to sense that. “Oh it’s just a nickname! I don’t know when I even started calling you that! They just remind me of my friend Vivian so I said it once and it stuck!”

I let out a little relieved sigh. I leaned back on my bed and looked over at Lucy. She had her pant leg up and was leaning over to fiddle with her prosthetic.

“Y'ok Lucy?” I asked putting my hand on her shoulder.

“M'fine” She said, putting her pant leg down and sitting up, scratching her head.

“Oh my God!” Danny and I both yelled.

Danny took off and I stood up to kneel by her. She was completely blue, not just her lips but all around them and her fingers up to her palms.

“What?” She said, dazed.

“Lucy you’re..” but I didn’t get out the rest when her tiny frame slumped into my arms.

“HELP!! HELP!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and Inheard a thousand feet running in our direction. Danny got back first, followed by Matt and a bunch of other nurses rolling in a gurney and oxygen tank.

Matt took Lucy away from me and Danny snatched me up out of the way.

Matt laid her down and grabbed an oxygen mask from one of the nurses.

“Let’s go!” They all exited the room leaving Danny and I shaking together on the bed.

Her empty wheelchair sitting in the corner, mockingly reminding us she wasn’t there and that had really happened.

Chapter 73

CW meds by name

Bonnie’s POV (Adore’s Mom)

Danny hadn’t answered his phone and I was at the hospital so I went into the bustling tree filled lobby, hoping there was an information desk somewhere. Thankfully, I located one by the elevator.

“Hi I’m looking where to find a patient named Jason Dardo?”

“Sure hunny,” an elderly lady said leafing through a massive book. “Is that D.A.R.D.O.?”

“Yes it is.”

“Ok he is in the Halton Reid memorial wing, what you want to do is go up this elevator to the 5th floor, when the doors open, you will be facing the wing. there is an door on both sides of the wall into the wing. Go in either to the end of the hall and you will find the nursing hub where you can ask directions to his room. I see he just got here so I don’t have any information than the floor and wing though. Got that dear? Would you like me to write it down?”

“No, no that’s ok!! Thank you so much!”

“I hope he feels better soon!” She said with a wistful smile.

“Me too!”

When I got up to the nurses desk a young man with blonde hair approached me first. Before I could even open my mouth he said, “hey Mrs Noriega! Nice to meet you! I’m Matt. Danny and Jason are the second to the end on the right, room 231.” He said coming around the large curved desk to shake my hand.

“How did you know who I am?” I asked bewildered.

“I watch the show!” He whispered, “so far I am the only one who knows what they do for a living or how famous they are. Don’t worry we are going to keep it that way!” He said “Go on now Mrs Noriega!”

“Please call me Bonnie, thanks Matt!”

When I got to the room, Danny was laying on the little sofa, asleep. I had to cover my mouth to keep in a gasp when I looked at Vi (it seemed foreign to call them Jason) in their hospital bed. The blanket was up to their chin, exposing some kind of medical tubing. The bed was swallowing up their slight frame. They had a troubled expression on their face. The setting seemed to make it sink in how sick they really were.

My Danny was slouched on the loveseat, his arm was hanging off it and his phone was about 2 feet away on the floor. Aw bless my sweet boy, no wonder he didn’t answer my text!

I didn’t want to wake them so I sat on the long bench and just watched over them. Vi looked a little flushed and was trying to kick off their blankets. I went over and pulled the blankets down. I hoped they didn’t have a fever but I didn’t know how long they had been sleeping so I didn’t want to put my hand on their forehead to check it.

I went out to the desk and flagged Matt over.

“Vi might have a temperature but they are sleeping and I don’t know how long they have been asleep so I don’t want to wake them when they need rest. Their face is flushed and they just kicked off their blankets.”

“I got just the thing!” Matt said “I’ll be right there!”

I went back in the room and the kids were still sleeping. Matt came in pulled out a thermometer but instead of putting it in their ear, they put it over their forehead, not touching their forehead at all. It let out a soft beep and I cringed, hoping it wouldn’t wake them.

Matt read it and walked over to me. “Good call Bonnie! It’s not super bad but I’m gonna get something to lower it, just in case and get their other meds while I’m at it. Be right back!”

Danny had rolled over on the sofa so his neck was all folded over. I grabbed a pillow from the other end of the loveseat and managed to lift him up a little bit and stuff the pillow under his head. Thankfully he slept like a rock so he didn’t move. He was so stinking cute, if I do say so myself.

Matt came bustling back in, pulling 4 syringes from his scrub pockets uncapping them and pushing them through the tubing that disappeared under Vi’s shirt collar.

“That should help a bit. I’ll be back in a bit to check in. Thanks for telling me! We would have picked it up when we did vitals but the sooner the better. Do NOT worry though, it doesn’t necessarily mean infection, sometimes it is a symptom of their ALL.”

I nodded and he ambled out. I settled in, pulled out my tablet,

checked my email and opened my kindle app and started reading.

Danny finally stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around blearily at Vi until he spotted me. He bounded over, tackling me in a big hug.

“Hi Mom!” he whispered, smiling wildly.

“Hey Danny-boy!” I said beaming back. I was so proud of him for sticking by Vi’s side. Although I didn’t expect any other reaction from my loyal boy.

“How long have you been here and why didn’t you wake me up? You probably texted me and I didn’t get it. I’m sorry!”

“It’s hard to get a text when you drop your phone silly! I wasn’t going to wake you up, I’m not sure how much sleep you have been getting. I’ve only been here about 45 minutes. Vi looked flushed so I got Matt and he took their temp and gave them some meds.” Danny’s face fell, “don’t worry love, he said it wasn’t that high, that the meds were just a precautionary measure.”

We both stared at Vi for a long time, they weren’t grimacing anymore but looked peaceful. “They kinda look like sleeping beauty with their pale skin, rosy cheeks and long dark hair.”

“They do!” Danny agreed and I chuckled. “What Ma?”

“I didn’t realise that I had said that outloud!”

“You’re getting old Mom.”

“I know Danny-boy! I know!” I smiled.

His stomach rumbled so I reached into my bag, pulling out a container with still warm sandwiches.

“Eat child!”

He pulled out a grilled peanut butter, honey and banana sandwich half and mowed it down in less than 30 seconds, grabbing the second half.

“When was the last time you actually ate Danny?” I was worried about Vi getting healthy but Danny also needed to stay healthy to care for them.

“Um last night I had a bit while Vi was in surgery but mostly just because Matt made me.” Danny smiled, “he’s a good guy!”

“Vi had surgery?” I asked,immediately alarmed.

“Yeah but it was to put in the tube called a hickman that you can see sticking out their shirt collar. Vi is actually afraid of needles so this makes life a lot easier for then. I guess Matt is the master at getting blood work but he also said their veins were small and bad so they wouldn’t be able to keep an IV in long term for chemo.” He visibly shivered.

I put my arm around him. “It’s gonna be ok hunny.”

Danny leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands. “I know Mom, it has to be. I don’t think I could live without them.”

Violet was stirring in their sleep. At first I thought they were just waking up but they started thrashing frenetically. Grabbing at their chest.

“No no no Cassie!” Vi whispered.

“Oh no! Mom help! They are going to pull out their line.”

Danny and I got on either side of them and held down their arms.

“Jason, wake up dear!” I said in their ear giving them a gentle shake, “WAKE UP!”

“Don’t bother Mom, they’re impossible to wake up during these dreams!”

“They’ve had these before?” I asked, shocked at how strong they were.

“NO NO NO CASSIE!” Vi bellowed.

I heard Matt coming before I saw him. He moved like lightning into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Vi is having a nightmare. They are IMPOSSIBLE to wake up!” Danny said in a panic. “They were trying to pull out their line. So that is why we are holding them. I mean they weren’t doing it on purpose!”

“No Cassie, stop!” Vi whined weakly, still struggling.

Matt pressed the call button and a girl said, “Can I help you?”

“Sylvie, can you ask Dr Hoskins to come in here and bring the medcart stat please?” He came over and stood up by Vi’s head, steadying it opening their eyelids and shining a light into them.

“Jason, it’s Matt. Can you hear me?” he said in a firm voice.

“No no no Cassie, she can’t breathe!” Vi increased their thrashing. It was getting harder and harder to hold them. A girl came crashing in with a rolling cart that looked like a mechanic’s toolbox.

“Jason wake up!” He said again, rubbing his knuckles on the middle of their chest roughly. I winced.

A large male Dr came barreling in, repeating the procedures that Matt did. Vi was still not waking up.

“No Cassie!”

“Ativan .5mg diluted with 1mg saline!” The Dr said, the nurse Sylvie prepared a syringe and handed it to him. He put it in their central line.

They thrashed for another minute or two then went completely slack.

“They said they haven’t had a Cassie nightmare in 5 or 6 years before they started having them again. They are terrified every time. I wish I knew why?!” Danny said sounding frustrated as hell.

“Who is Cassie?” the Dr asked Danny after Sylvie was called away to another patient.

“Cassie was Jason’s sister, she passed away from A.L.L. when Jason was 12. They were the only one in the room when she died.” Danny said, looking like his heart was breaking.

“Hmmmm,” the Dr said vaguely, “I will be back, I’m going to look into things we can do to help alleviate the nightmares. Nightmares are a very rare but possible symptom of A.L.L. as well but if he had them before, I am not sure if it’s that but I will look into it and be back either tonight or tomorrow. Okay?” he said, smiling.

Danny nodded, looking miserable.

“He probably won’t be awake til tomorrow. I gave him a very strong anti-anxiety med. They need the rest. Any questions?”

Danny shook his head and the Dr left.

Matt gave Danny’s shoulder a squeeze, “I’ll come and check in soon,” and left.

Danny launched himself at me and we settled down onto the small sofa, crying together.

I have never seen Danny so upset, he was more upset than he was when he was eliminated on American Idol. My heart was shattering.

I’m a horrible sparkly trashbag of a human being.

Chapter 75

Violet’s POV

I felt sunlight on my face, the light shining through my eyelids. I let out a sigh, not wanting to wake up just yet. Suddenly everything was dark. Cold little hands over my eyes.

“Guess who JD?” Cassie’s voice whispered in my ear.

“No no no Cassie!” hating that she was calling me by my old nickname.

Her hands had a vice grip over my eyes which felt like they were going to pop. I could feel her leaning on my chest so I started trying to shake her off, scrabbling at my chest to get her off.

“NO NO NO CASSIE!” She suddenly released me, stars popping up into my vision. I cracked open my eyes, expecting to be in the hospital in Cali but I was in a bright pink and white room. I was laying on a white wrought iron single bed with a white gossamer canopy. I was laying under a fluffy pink comforter. Cassie was humming an eerily echoing tune and spinning around in her dress absentmindedly.

I was in her room. The smell of dust hung heavy in the air.

“Get outta bed, sleepyhead!” She said, pulling on my arms so hard, I felt like they were going to rip out of their sockets.

“No Cassie Stop!” I yelled closing my eyes, shocked when she immediately abated. I kept my eyes closed hoping she would think I was sleeping like she used to when she was younger.

“I’M STILL HERE BITCH!” She whispered in an ugly tone, her cold breath on my cheek making me shiver.

“hey Jason!” Lucy’s sweet voice filled the room and my eyes snapped open. I was in my room at the hospital again and Lucy was wheeling in, her long ginger wig in a braid down her back.

“Hi little lady!” she said to Cassie with her cute Utah twang. “You look pretty today! I love pink too! My name’s Lucy!”

“Hi I’m Cassie! Your chair is pretty!”

“Want me to give you a ride around? Come on up!” Lucy said patting her knees.

Lucy started doing circles around the room, looking around Cass so she didn’t run into anything. Cassie was giggling malevolently. On one of the turns when Lucy was facing away, Cass was looking over her shoulder at me. Her arm snaked out like lightning, unhooking Lucy’s tube from her tank. Lucy was laughing at Cass as she spun them in a few circles, almost blurring with the speed. When Lucy stopped she was blue again.

“No Cassie, she can’t breathe!” I said, wanting to get up but feeling like I was being held down by invisible hands.

“Oh no! I’m fine, just a bit outta shape” Lucy said panting.

“Again again!” Cassie yelled smiling at her.

“No Cassie!”

I started to go fuzzy, struggling to stay awake to make sure Lucy was ok but it felt like hands were dragging me down and then I saw no more.

#remeny #roses are red violets are adored #sick fic #viadore #violet chachki #adore delano #pearl liaison #phi phi o'hara #OC #tw medication #tw medical #tw abuse mention #tw nightmares #group fic #rpdr fanfiction

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MARGINAL#4 Index 2nd Stage ~LOVE★SAVIOR~ Chapter 1 - Morning☆Star: A New Voyage to Aerospace (Translation)

Due to possible spoilers, please read the 1st index before proceeding.

★ Please DO NOT re-translate or post this translation anywhere.

CHAPTER 1: Morning☆Star: A New Voyage to Aerospace

That day... That’s right, February 171 became a very special day to us all.

The stars from the penlights that coloured the audience. MARGINAL#4 who sang up on stage while being given that twinkling light. Just thinking about it now still brings me to tears.

And───

“The next single...?” “That’s right, I’ve considered it. I’m also thinking of giving them media exposure as a way of promoting it so please take care of that.” “I-It’s not a lie, right...?”

Director strongly nodded. My heart was beating rapidly upon hearing the news, which sounded too good to be true.

“The response at their stage the other day was greater than I had imagined.” “That... is all thanks to everyone’s efforts. Um, about this news...” “Fufu, since I’m telling you about this now, you might as well tell all the members too while you’re at it.” “Is it alright for me to?” “Of course. You are their Manager after all.”

The usually strict Director is sweetly smiling. It isn’t until I see that that all of this finally feels real.

(I have to let everyone know as soon as possible!)

★☆★

I got in touch with the members, telling them to come to the agency at once. Even as I wait for their arrival, I can’t contain my excitement...

“Sup, Manager! You suddenly sent us a reply, but what’s the matter?” “Exactly, not to mention you are behaving somewhat strangely...”

It seems Atom-kun and Rui-kun met up along the way and came here together. Such a thing was unimaginable for these two back when they first met...

“...For you to be grinning all of a sudden, what is the matter?” “Eh?! Was I making that expression?” “You were. Isn’t that right, Atom-kun?” “Yeah. It was clear as day to me. You were grinning so broadly that I feel like taking a photo of it and sharing it around.” “What is it?” "Well...”

Just as I was about to explain that it was because I was just so happy, the door opened up once more.

“Yaho~♪” “...Ah... You two are already here... Sorry we kept you waiting...”

Eru-kun is smiling cheerily while Aru-kun is concerned about everyone. Their personalities are completely different from one another, but I know that that difference is what brings forth the nice balance between the two.

After I got the four to sit on the sofa, I also then sat facing them from across the table.

“Everyone’s here. What I want to talk about... is MARGINAL#4′s future.”

After I exchanged glances with each and every one of them, the four gazed back intently at me.

“.........It looks like it’s settled. The release of your next single!”

“WOAHHHHHHH!! FOR REAL?!!” “I-Is it really…?!” “YAAAY! Alright~! I’m as happy as infinite marimo…!” “Eh, um…! What do I do… Um…!”

Atom-kun makes a triumphant pose, and Rui-kun heaves a sigh of relief. Next to Eru-kun, who is grinning ear to ear, is Aru-kun whose eyes are wet with tears.

“Manager! We can’t sit still! Let’s get started on our lessons this instant!” “Atom-kun is exactly right. We need to begin right away...!” “Yeah... This means we can meet everyone again, doesn’t it... I’m 1000% happy!” “O-Our level of joy has already reached its MAX, hasn’t it!”

Everyone holds hands and rejoices. I feel happy just from watching. I realise just how much of a dear existence these four... MARGINAL#4 has become to me.

(Alright! I need to work even harder and support everyone!)

★☆★

Having woken up early in the morning the following day, I made my way to the rehearsal hall much earlier than the appointed time.

“Good morning, Manager.” “Ah, Rui-kun!”

Rui-kun is already in his training jersey. Sweat is faintly spreading across his forehead.

“You are early today.” “Um, well, when I thought about what’s going to happen from here on, I just couldn’t sit still.” “I see. ...Were you in quite a hurry to leave home?” “Eh? How did you know?” “Because──”

Rui-kun’s hand quietly reaches out towards me.

“Fufu, you still have some bed hair over here, you see.”

Rui-kun said while pinching a side section of my hair.

“Ehh, no way! R-Really?! I need to fix it right away...” “Fufu...”

(Perhaps I was a little too enthusiastic. Since I’m their Manager, I need to calm down a bit.)

“U-Umm, thanks for telling me... Are you practising on your own?” “Yes. Even if it is just a little, I wish to make some advanced preparations. However..." “...?” “I am not the only one who feels that way. The other three are also here. See for yourself.”

I followed the direction Rui-kun pointed at to see that the other three were doing stretches. Noticing me, Atom-kun waved his arms about.

“What with everyone here, it feels like we’re training together rather than training on our own.” “Certainly, it does. For everyone to gather together without any premeditation... it is truly a wonder. Well then, it is about time I be on my way.”

After cheerfully smiling, Rui-kun ran off to the others for practice.

It naturally brought a full smile to my face when I watched those backs.

(How nice. It truly feels like MARGINAL#4 has become one.)

I want to do whatever I can for them.

★☆★

During the break from dance lessons, I stood in front in front of the vending machine, debating which drinks to get, when Aru-kun showed up.

“...Um......... Manager...”

Slightly pulling at my sleeve, Aru-kun is finding the words to say.

“...Um... I was thinking that I haven’t thanked you properly.” “Thank me...?” “It’s thanks to you that the next step in our development has been decided. It’s because you did your utmost best for us. Thank you so much.” “I’m the one who should be thanking you. I’m really fortunate to have been able to witness such a wonderful moment.” “...R-Really...?” “Yup!”

Aru-kun looks down to hide his slightly red cheeks. He breaks into a heartwarming smile. At that moment───

“I, as the leader, shall work harder and harder. Because MARGINAL#4 is my precious PT...!”

Both of Aru-kun’s hands wrap around mine. Unexpectedly large and firm hands. I feel his warmth slowly being transmitted to mine.

(A-As expected of an idol...)

I can feel my cheeks grow hot with his sincere eyes gazing at me.

“Ah──! Aru, just whaaat are you doing with Manager behind my back! Not fair!!”

Pointing, Eru-kun ran over and then inserted himself between Aru-kun and me. After grabbing Aru-kun by both shoulders and jostling him aside, he draws himself up to his full height with his back facing me.

“So, Aru, what were you talking about? It’s a secret, right?” “N-No! I was just thanking her! And saying how I’ll continue to do my best.” “Hmm...”

Eru-kun turns around and pouts as if sulking.

“Really? Hey, Manager, is that true?”

He leans forward and peers into my face. Unlike Aru-kun’s, his eyes are that of a child who likes teasing adults and getting up to mischief.

“I-It’s true.” “Hmm... I wonder... Fufu...” “It really is the truth!” “Fuun, I seeee... That’s good then ♪”

As if his sulking was a lie, Eru-kun cracked a smile.

“Hey, Manager. I’ll also work hard so as to not lose to Aru so watch me, okay?” “Of course.” “It’s a promise. Now I really have to try harder then, don’t I! Let’s go, Aru! We can’t rest forever!” “Y-Yeah!”

Pulled along by Eru-kun, Aru-kun also broke into a run.

(Fufu, all of them sure are good, hard-working boys...)

☆★☆

Lessons afterwards go on for hours on end. However, not a single person show signs of fatigue. In fact, Atom-kun in particular has become more energetic as time goes by.

“I seriously feel refreshed, moving my body like this! Alright, time for Twitter...!” “Atom-kun, you really like Twitter, don’t you.” “Somehow, it feels like we’re all connected, doesn’t it? The great ATM’s TL is also lively today!” “Eh, don’t you get angry whenever you are called ‘ATM’?” “At first, yeah. But... When you think about it, doesn’t it sound cool?! When I have all my followers calling me that, it’s like I’ve gained more friends and that makes me happy.” “Fufu, Atom-kun sure has a lot of friends.” “Well yeah! What’s this? You’re saying that you also want to get along even be~tter with me? Hmm?!”

He puts both hands on his hips and says that like he’s issuing me a challenge.

“Of course, I want to get along with you.”

In order to properly understand everyone as their Manager.

“.........What the heck, you’re no fun to tease.” “Eh?” “It’s nothing! Anyway... I gotta work hard for everyone’s sake as well! Alright!”

Motivating himself, Atom-kun began to dance again. He always has a smile on his face, but he shows a serious expression when it comes to practice. I have always been impressed by that side of his.

Of course, that doesn’t just apply to Atom-kun.

“Atom-kun, let us synchronise our dancing once more.” “You got it! Let’s do it, Rui!” “Me too, me too! I’m joining in!” “W-Wait! Then... how about we all do it together, starting from the top?”

Everyone nods and returns to their standing positions.

With everyone gathered together and practising like this, I can feel each of their feelings towards MARGINAL#4 as a whole being conveyed.

(These members will be able to bring a shower of stars on stage again!)

I am confident of that.

☆★☆

(Since everyone is working hard, I need to too...!)

I rent every possible kind of DVDs that can serve as reference for MARGINAL#4′s stages. My bag became very heavy already thanks to that, but then I also made my way to the book store after remembering that an idol magazine was out on sale today.

(M-My bag is really heavy as to be expected...)

Afterwards, I went to do some research on CD shops that by the time I arrived in front of my own home, midnight had rolled around.

(Um, key, where’s the key...)

I rummage through my bag, but it isn’t to be found due to being buried underneath the DVDs and magazine. I shoved my hand underneath all that ─── and froze. I could sense a presence from behind me.

(...Someone... is there...?)

Should I turn around? The sound of footsteps echoed immediately after that thought. In that same moment, there was a loud sigh. There’s no doubt about it. It’s a man.

“It is you, isn’t it. MARGINAL#4′s Manager.”

A deep and displeased voice.

(H-How do they know me? I don’t recognise this voice...)

“Good grief. To be out and about this late, you are quite the careless person.”

(W-What do I do...!)

“Now then, let us have a little cha──”

The moment a hand touched my shoulder───

“M-Molester──!!” “Wha...!”

I turn around and strike the man with my bag with all my might. The bag’s contents are scattered on the ground so as to drown out his voice.

“...You must have some nerve to suddenly treat people like a deviant.” “...Eh?” “I see that you are very lacking in common sense. It is because you are like that that you are looked down upon...”

I gathered the courage to look at the man. No matter how I look at him, there is nothing suspicious about him. If anything, he is even wearing a perfectly fitted suit.

“Ah, this is a problem. My glasses are bent...”

(Oh no, did I end up causing something serious...?)

A happy-go-lucky-sounding ringtone was then heard from my mobile phone, which had gotten mixed in among the belongings scattered at my feet. I don’t know why, but I look at the man standing before my eyes. With a displeased look still on his face, he nodded in silence.

(He’s saying to hurry up and pick it up, isn’t he...)

I nervously pressed the call button. The voice I heard belonged to Director. Her greetings were brief, and she got right down to business.

“Actually... there is one thing I need to tell you.” “Yes, what is it?” “.........I want you to listen without feeling upset...”

Her tone is serious that I straighten up my back without thinking. I grip my phone tight.

“There’s someone I want you to meet tonight. Although I believe he’s already headed your way...” “Eh...?” “Didn’t you meet someone? A man in a suit.”

The bad feeling I have continues to grow.

“That person is Chang Satsuki... I am leaving MARGINAL#4′s management to him from now on.” “Eehh?! B-But...” “I want you to understand. This is business. In order for MARGINAL#4 to shine even brighter...”

In a displeased manner, the man before my eyes ─── Chang Satsuki, pushed up his glasses.

To be continued. ➤ Chapter 2

NOTES:

1 The first day of Rejet Fes/Universe FES was on a Saturday. The date is listed as 17 here instead of 13 because if you go through the 2013 calendar, that Saturday falls on the 17th. Nonetheless, February 13th is regarded as the day of MG#4′s official debut anniversary because that was when their debut single went out on sale.

Thanks for reading!! /rolls away

#marginal 4 #marginal4 #rejet #kataoka yue #nomura eru #nomura aru #kirihara atom #aiba rui #my translation #index

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Spencer James "Fourth of July /week/ got you thinking... is that fireworks I hear outside at 3 a.m. or are those gunshots...?"

Reiyas Kingston Fuck me, this is painfully true.

Spencer James "Right? My husband works nights and I've got two small children. Gotta turn off my cop instincts here and realize there is no threat!!"

Reiyas Kingston Ohhhh, woman of the law, eh? I work with the government, too. Special branch that li- fucking jesus christ, I did it again. Forget you heard that... and my cussing. Sorry.

Spencer James "You owe me no apology, I assure. And yeah, I'm a cop this week. I'll let you know if that rings true next week or not. But for now, yes. Philadelphia Homicide Detective. It seems your title is classified?"

Reiyas Kingston Ah, I've heard that tune a time or two. If you're anything like me, passion can put you in compromising positions in like fields. From what I've seen, anyway. Philly though? I'm in New York; just a hop, skip, and jump away. Hah, yes. It's supposed to be... not sure my brain can remember that part. Ahem, anyway. Name's Reiyas. Reiyas Kingston.

Spencer James "Yeah... I've come into a bit of a temper, I suppose you could say. Swear I've had more time on leave this year than clock days. Oh well. Is what it is. New York, huh? I haven't made my way that direction yet. I transferred into PPD from Dallas about two and a half years ago. I like the city, but I sure get homesick from time to time. People just are in such a hurry here. No one says hello. I'm glad you did, Mister Kingston. I'm Spencer James. It's nice to meet you."

Johnny William "Gunshots don't echo. Fireworks do..."

Spencer James “When I’m half asleep in bed, it’s hard to listen for the echo while I’m reaching for my piece and trying to get out of the room and into the boys’ rooms. Think you’re just going to have to take the rest of the week off with me.” Nods.

Johnny William "I'm home tonight anyway."

Spencer James “And tomorrow night and the one after that and the one after that and… well, the rest of the week?"

Johnny William "I'll have to take it up with the boss."

Spencer James “I’d just feel better if you were here is all. Especially after all the shit that went down a couple weeks ago. It’s just a lot and the boys are so little and… I’d just feel better if you were here. Or if we were all somewhere else."

Johnny William "I got you, hun." knowing he had been playing around with her, he did understand what she was saying. "You overwhelmed?"

Spencer James “I’m… worried. You’re gone at night and I know you have to be, but if something went down here, no matter what skillset I have under my belt, I… John, I'm scared," she confessed, words that didn't ever leave the woman’s lips, but there they were. Seeing what she’d seen there on their own front lawn while trying to comfort both boys and keep them safe, knowing there was nothing she could do for him or Judas outside enduring what they were, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if something like that should happen when he wasn’t there.

Johnny William "Our house is watched at night. When I'm not here...hell, when I am here." he stated simply, as she had to know he wouldn't just let her take it all on herself after what had happened. "The club is monitoring our street and the one behind it and the house itself. Our security system is updated but honestly...we might have to start making some other changes too."

Spencer James “I know this, I do. And it’s all great and I know there’s literally nothing more that could really be done there outside of posting snipers at the front porch. But there’s just something altogether better about it all when you’re here. Those guys out there will only do so much to protect your kids and wife. But you. I know what you’d do. I’m not saying I ever want that to happen, but there’s a safety in that.” She paused, second guessing her own vulnerability as it wasn’t something she often showed. “Ya know, it’s really just my head and there’s probably nothing you can do to fix that. I just worry. About you. About the boys. And what I’d do the day I ever had to protect them and do something at the same time."

Johnny William "Those guys aren't hired help. They're my brothers. I grew up with them, we've shed blood for one another. I put food on their table for their own kids and I don't doubt for a minute that they'd lay their lives down for mine and the club itself. It was a declaration of war." he reminded her as it was club politics and maybe not something she'd understand if she had not been brought up in it the way he had. A shake of his head as it wasn't just her head but an honest vulnerability. "Maybe it's time to move then."

Spencer James Hearing him out as he spoke about those men that would guard their home when John was away, as well as when he was home, she nodded her head. Understanding. Not having meant to discredit them. As he shook his head at her thinking it was just her head, she was shocked at the words that would leave his lips next. “No, John. No way,” she argued, her hand quick to find the side of his face, her touch soft and just as sincere as she was, her eyes meeting his. “This is our home. Our home that you did and sacrificed so much for. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to ever move."

Johnny William "and I'll do again and sacrifice for with a house out in the North East or something. It's not like it'll all be for nothing." he reminded her, as they'd get all his work back in property value by this point. "If you don't feel safe here then it doesn't leave much of an option. It's my only way to fix this and make you feel more comfortable."

Spencer James Hearing him out, she understood why he wanted to do this, but it wasn’t at all what she wanted. She didn’t want to move to the northeast and then them both have their commutes, if and when she got pulled from leave again. She didn’t want to move just because she was nervous at night. This was the home that held every incredible memory of them as a family and no amount of money could be placed on that in her mind. She shook her head again, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, drawing her forehead against his. “I don’t want to move, John."

Johnny William "Spence..." hearing her being a bit unreasonable on this one due to the attachment she found on those four walls. "We'd make a home of wherever we are. This house isn't what makes us." he'd remind her, as it was merely dry wall and some plaster and little else.

Spencer James She understood, but it wouldn’t be enough to change her mind at the same time. He nearly lost his life for this house. He surprised her with this house. She’d never forget how she felt walking through those halls for the first time, knowing what he’d put into that house. The tone of her name at his lips spoke loudly, yet she’d still dig her feet in on this. “I don’t want to move, John,” she repeated, feeling the conviction deep within her. “I want to live here with you and our boys until we outgrow it or until the roof falls in. I don’t want to go and leave all of this because your wife showed her chicken shit side. I’ve never felt unsafe here before and I know it’s just with all that’s happened recently and this holiday and what not. But no part of me is ready to leave our home to make another."

Johnny William "It ain't about bein' chicken shit. It's realistic after what just happened." hell, his ribs hadn't even healed yet. It was still current events but he saw that they would reach a stalemate here. Maybe even the potential for an argument and he just wasn't feeling it. Letting himself inject the seed and see if she'd take to it. "Alright."

Spencer James As he withdrew from the conversation, she wouldn’t realize the seed he would plant here, one that would surely take root in the coming days and weeks if she was left to think about it and weigh it on her own. With her hand to the back of his neck, she lowered her face into his chest, breathing him in as she had so many times over the last two years. “Just don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to any of you,” she offered, an honest sentiment that stood as the root of it all, though knowing all the while that John was no safer here than he was out at night, finding it all too uncertain for her liking.

Johnny William If she was thinking like that, there was an even bigger issue yet he didn't say it. God knows he was thinking it. Feeling her at his chest as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Spencer James Feeling him there to the top of her head, her hands found his sides. Things hadn't been so terrifying to her when it was just the two of them. But now that there were two little boys there with the intent for more, she grew more nervous by the day. Paranoia was setting in and the voices in her head became louder and louder. There, with him home, was the only time she felt entirely secure and as though she could breathe.

Johnny William "So realistically speakin' what would help? You wanna start keeping Scrappy downstairs?" He asked curiously, as atleast the dog would startle to anything on that bottom level.

Spencer James As he spoke again, she remained there to his chest, hearing out his suggestion as she lifted her chin so that her eyes could meet his. "Yeah, that might help," she offered, willing to give it a try and see if it helped her sleep at night. Unsure if this was just a phase, she hated feeling so insecure, yet was beyond thankful that he didn't fault her for it and seemed to completely understand.

Johnny William "Okay. So just keep him on the other side of the baby gate before you go to sleep." He reasoned, as Scrappy wouldn't like it but he'd have the couch all to himself and that would have to suffice.

Spencer James Giving up a gentle nod, she would do that the next night, only able to hope the dog would understand and perhaps even feel as though he had a job to do. Her hands gripped at his sides, face finding his chest once more, realizing just how long it had been since she found herself in this position before him.

Johnny William Feeling her infront of him, his hands gently massaging her shoulders as the woman was stressed. Lips to the top of her head. "You want a back rub?" He asked curiously.

Spencer James Feeling his kiss to the top of her head, she would hear his question a moment later as his hands worked gently against her shoulders. A soft hum passed her lips at his offer before she was lifting her head again, meeting his eyes, and giving up a soft nod of her head. "That sounds incredible," she stated honestly, a small smile there to her features.

Johnny William Nodding as he'd take up the charge on this one as his hands remained to her shoulders. "Okay. You tell me when and where." He offered as he spotted her smile.

Spencer James The bed was dangerous and she knew it all too well. The sofa, however... wasn't quite as dangerous, but certainly wasn't unheard of for them. "How about... now? Upstairs?" She asked, deciding to live dangerously, knowing where this could lead should one of them take it there.

Johnny William "Alright." Chin jut for her up the stairs as he wasn't too concerned with it in all truth nor was he ever.

Spencer James Finding that gesture at his chin, she stepped back from him, her hands leaving his sides as she took a step towards the staircase.

Johnny William Following behind her so closely he might have run into her in the case of sudden stops. Hoping to irritate her as much as possible.

Spencer James Feeling him there behind her, she glanced over her shoulder to him. "You gonna take me in the ass right here?" She asked, teasingly.

Johnny William "You know it." Definitely close enough, he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Spencer James Smirking as his lips found her shoulder, it was all too tempting. "I might hold you to that..."

Johnny William "Don't threaten me with a good time." He commented honestly, lips to the side of her neck.

Spencer James Feeling him to the side of her neck, her foot found the staircase, her hand taking to the railing as his kiss was entirely too distracting. "John..." she warned as he was starting something there that they both knew she wouldn't be able to draw away from.

Johnny William "I know, I know." He stated honestly, knowing what she was warning as he'd draw his lips back but not his body.

Spencer James Feeling him partially withdraw yet not entirely, she couldn't help but smirk. Taking one step at a time, always thinking those stairs took too long to get up in moments like these. "Should've chose the sofa," she whispered just under her breath.

Johnny William "Coulda' shoulda woulda.'" He reminded her as they got to the top of the steps and heading towards the bedroom.

Spencer James “Yeah, I hear you,” she teased back, her feet finding that top step where she’d promptly turn around even with his close proximity. Her hands instantly there to the back of his neck as her lips were seeking out his kiss, his actions being that which would turn this around from a massage to the potential for something so much more than that.

-July 3, 2017

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