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mystqueerion · 11 months

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Hear me out… kenjorine romantic christmas-ish related prompts lawd…!!!

1. They both reunited after marj moved away years back and how they reunited was by a huge ass glowing Christmas tree at the central and both of them were there at the same time and when they walked around the tree they met each other’s eyes and wowowow i just think kenjorinne is so cute

2. Ken would tease marj about the way she looked (like not flirting but in a way where it’s slightly sensitive) and he didn’t know that it hurt marj’s feelings so one day she just started crying when ken said something too much and he finally came through and told her that he just wanted her attention the whole time🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

(Tbh these kind of prompts I’m giving are corny and basic and I’m so sorry if they’re not that good jxjsksksjj but I love ur writing!!!! Love u pookie 🎉🏆😽)

WAHHH TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS 🫶🫶🫶 ILYT ANON ANYWAY I decided to go with prompt 1 I got so much inspo for it out nowhere I finished this in like 13 hours. Christmas in (almost) July ig

Kenjorine - 3069 Words

Sort of angsty, but sweet at the ending.

Ao3 link: x

Full fic under the cut!

Snow fell softly from above as Kenny walked through the crowded streets that evening, and more of it piled on the ground from the much harder fall earlier in the day crunched under his boots with every step he took. He clutched a hot chocolate in one hand, freshly purchased from Tweek Bros. coffee, the other shoved into the pocket of the orange parka he'd always worn as long as he could remember. It felt like the damn thing grew as he did, and even though he'd had it since he was 9, it still fit perfectly. He paired it with a warm scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and lower face, helping keep him insulated from the cold weather that was only getting colder as the sun set and the day slowly gave way to night. He was on his way to see the large Christmas tree they always put up in the town square- they'd be lighting it tonight, and it had sort of become a little tradition between him and his friends to go every year.

Granted, this year Stan couldn't make it, as he was wrapped up visiting family out of state. Cartman had caught a cold from whatever nonsense he'd gotten himself into lately, and Kyle had moved out of South Park the second they graduated high school, off to some prestigious university no doubt force found for him by his mother, and being the only one of them Kenny ever really thought had potential to make it somewhere in life, he was happy for him, really. Even if it meant he barely kept contact with their little gang, too busy for them now with his studies and new, actually near-by friends he'd almost definitely made in the two years since leaving.

If he was being honest... Kenny couldn't remember the last time all four of them made it to the little ceremony together. As they got older, it felt more and more like they were drifting apart, their group not holding as fast as they'd all claimed it would as naive kids, throwing their fists determinedly in the air vowing they'll be a pack forever. More than anything, Kenny knew the only reason he still showed up to the ceremony was because if he didn't, it felt like letting the universe win; like admitting him and his friends weren't always going to be there with each other, like finally letting go of the balloon that was his childhood and watching it float into the atmosphere, getting smaller and smaller as he admitted to himself he was holding on too tightly to the memories and refusing to admit they were merely that now, left in the past to be dug up on days he felt nostalgic. And he'd be damned if he wasn't gripping the string of that balloon for dear life.

He muttered muffled and barely audible 'sorry's and 'excuse me's as he pushed past people. Being one of the only events in their quiet mountain town, just about all of its inhabitants showed up, and it led to some pretty big crowd turnouts for a place that felt so empty the rest of the year. Sometimes, there was even the occasional out-of-towner who was passing through at just the right time, too, and it always helped to make the place not feel so condensed having someone loudly act like it was a tourist hot spot. Kenny laughed to himself as he remembered how they would almost always find a way to mess with those people when they were all there together. He finally found a good enough spot, standing in front of the circular wall that stood as a base around the tree and leaned forward with his arms crossed on top of it, placing his drink next to him. As he stood there absentmindedly waiting for the mayor's voice to boom over speakers turned up far too loud for the short announcement, because they always were, he let himself get further lost in thought about the past.

There were a few years during middle school where they didn't have a tree at all, so when it came back in his first year of high school, he couldn't wait to convince his new transfer student classmates to go with him. And it was that day he noticed the tree didn't seem as tall and sparkling as it had when he was younger, how the crowd wasn't as vast as he'd always remembered it being. It was reality's crushing hammer of how much time had passed, how the world wasn't as magical anymore as he grew up. Though, if he was being honest, he was pretty sure that illusion was broken earlier that year when the Stotch family packed their bags and left.

It was the first time anyone had ever moved out of South Park from his elementary school. Everyone knew if you wanted to get somewhere in life, you'd have to 'escape this shithole town first,' as they put it, but it felt like up until then, the idea of actually doing so hadn't set in as a real possibility. Standing at the front of the group of students, waving sadly and watching Marjorine and her parents drive off until their car became a tiny speck in the hills before disappearing completely felt like a punch to the gut. If asked, he'd always say Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were his best friends as a kid. But if he really though about it, that wasn't the truth. It was Marjorine who sat with him and shared her lunch while the others just made jokes about him being poor, and Marjorine who said he was the only kid in school she actually liked. He remembered when she came to him before anyone trying to figure herself out, and how he'd never felt so honored. While the other boys were who he hung around in name and status, it was Marjorine who he layed on the roof stargazing with and had someone to talk truthfully to without fear of being ridiculed, who he'd listen to and do the same for in a heartbeat. It was Marjorine, the permanent ray of sunshine despite everything she was put through who used to hold his hand and comfort him when he was scared instead of laughing, who used to make his heart flutter every time she smiled at him.

Watching probably the only good thing this town had to offer leave him behind struck him with the realization that one day, he'd be watching all his friends as they left him in the dust and went on to better places, destined to stay in this run-down dump his whole life. He resisted the urge to dig through his jacket and light a cigarette, solely because it felt too rude in such a crowded area and he still had some sense of manners. It was his least favorite habit of his- it reminded him too much of his parents. If it were up to him, he would quit in a heartbeat. But it turned out the adults in his life hadn't been lying, the addictive properties were real, and there was nothing that calmed him like the feeling of inhaling the nicotine and the sight of the smoke cloud dissipating into cold air as he expelled the breath. Instead he opted to people watch, turning around and leaning his back on the wall, putting his hands in his pockets again.

He absentmindedly scanned the crowd, observing the different people. He saw some familiar faces, other kids who'd stayed behind and gotten stuck in the local community college or went straight to working some minimum wage job after graduating. He saw a lot of couples, more than usual, he thought, but maybe standing there alone, he was more prone to noticing and being jealous of everyone who had someone to accompany them. Either way, his gaze lingered as he watched a man hold his girlfriend's hand tight and point at the star on top of the tree to which she kissed him on the cheek, before he rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose at the PDA, looking away ignoring the pit of loneliness that formed in his stomach. He smiled sadly as he landed next on a very young kid, seeing himself in the way her eyes shone as she looked up at the tree while speaking happily to her mother, and he could only imagine how massive it must seem from her perspective.

He tore his eyes away, tired of feeling sad about a loss of innocence no one can control, and kept scanning the crowd. Suddenly, he locked eyes with someone doing the same. One of theirs was a bright, ocean blue, the other much more faded and glossed over, with a faded scar that trailed down across it. He furrowed his brow in confused familiarity but their eyes seemed to light up in recognition the same time his did. Suddenly they were walking over to each other, suddenly they were jogging over to each other, suddenly they were face to face while Kenny wore a bewildered smile and the not-so-stranger had a giddy grin on hers.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" He said when he reached her, unable to hide his enthusiasm. Standing in front of him was exactly the girl who'd plagued his thoughts only moments earlier as he reminisced, moved out long ago but now here again somehow, real and in arms reach. He felt the rollercoaster of emotions hit him at once. He wanted to jump up and down in excitement, wanted to hug her and cry and say how much he'd missed her and how drab things had been without her. He wanted to be angry with her for leaving him and all the others even though she had no say it in it, wanted to throw up at the way she looked so radiant in the glow of the sunset wearing a blue puffy jacket with the hood down so her short hair fell lightly onto her shoulders and black pants. Instead, he kept his hands at his side and kept smiling. The snowfall seemed to stop exactly as they reached each other, as if it were leaving to give them a moment to themselves.

"Kenny!" She said in return, just as enthusiastic. He could tell by the way her arms twitched slightly at her sides she was overwhelmed with the same nostalgic feelings and happiness to see him again wanting to wrap him in a tight embrace and not let go, unsure the etiquette and if that would still be acceptable after so much time apart, the same dilemma he'd also let run through his head a second before. "I can't believe I'd run into you here!" She spoke up instead, adjusting the blue scarf that matched her jacket as she talked, looking for something to do with her hands.

"Me neither! What are you doing in town?" Kenny replied, still in a state of disbelief that she was here in South Park again.

"Well, my parents wanted to come down and visit relatives for Christmas, so, y'know, they brought me with them, said it'd be good for me to say hi too," Marjorine replied with a shrug and a tilt of her head, and Kenny hadn't noticed until then how much he'd missed her voice. She still spoke with a sweet southern accent and slight stutter, not as prominent as when they were kids, but still uniquely her. He made a mental note to himself about her still living with her parents, wanting to catch up with her on as much of her life as possible in the likely short time they'd have together tonight. "So, we drove down here a couple days ago," she finished. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest at the realization she'd returned and hadn't so much as sent him a text. Then again, he thought to himself, he hadn't been keeping too much in contact with her either.

It was one of his bigger regrets that he rarely replied to her messages after she first moved away, eventually fading into only messaging each other celebratory texts on birthdays or big holidays. He remembered his younger self still harboring a rage that she could leave him behind, as if it was anything they could've controlled, wanting to never talk to her again in return. He remembered it turning into being too sad when he saw her contact name to do anything other than leave the messages on seen. He didn't blame her for stopping sending him message after message every day, for probably assuming he didn't care if he saw her again while she was here, as if it wasn't the exact opposite. "I remembered they used to do the tree lighting every year an' figured I'd come see it if it was still happening," she spoke again with her permanent, small smile. It was good to see that much hadn't changed. As the last of the sun faded away, Kenny could've sworn it was Marjorine herself who illuminated the area brighter than any of the automatic streetlamps that turned on.

"Well, I'm glad you did, then. 'Cuz now we got to run into each other!" He said with a grin. "How's life outside of small town Colorado been lately?" He asked.

"Not as exciting as you'd think," she chuckled, but he could hear the awkwardness in it. He pondered for a moment that, maybe to her, this was a strange meeting with an old acquaintance, not feeling the same reunion with the one person he'd wanted to see again more than anyone in his life vibe he was. "I'm off to a university, a sophomore now- nearby though, so I don't have to live on campus." It hit him, then, he was likely right- she probably had other friends now; she always was kind and socializing with everyone. She probably got along with her classmates easy, and here he was, pathetically still clinging on to past friendships that barely existed. "M' parents are as strict as ever too, s-so, y'know. At least they can't ground me anymore," she chuckled.

"Yeah, I can imagine. Taking any fun classes?" Kenny asked, and he realized then he didn't know much of what to talk about. He remembered something he'd heard online the other day that had rung true with him, that nothing hurt more than reconnecting with someone and finding you don't click like you used to anymore. He silently prayed that wouldn't be the case as they slip further into the conversation.

"Oh, sure," Marjorine replied, "some cool art classes and the like." Kenny nodded along as she spoke, and they walked together to his original spot at the wall and continued to talk. "...not much to say about school really. It's, well, school," she said with a small laugh, finishing her current sentence as they leaned over the wall. "I missed it here a whole lot," Marjorine spoke up quietly after a moment of silence between them both. Kenny cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "The people there are nice, sure, but, I-I missed you guys back here." She met his gaze, looking into his eyes with a hesitant familiarity, as if she too had been dying this whole time to fall back into the rhythm they once had like it never disappeared. Kenny felt guilty in that moment as he saw in her the young girl laying on her bed checking her phone wide eyed every time it buzzed, waiting on him for a reply that would never come. His heart hurt at the realization of how wrong he'd been in his momentary self pity, at how much she'd also just wanted to see him again.

"Hey, well, you're here now, aren't you? We've got a few days to make up for lost time," he replied, an invitation to try and reignite their spark, both of them smiling softly at each other in a sad hope. Before she could reply, the mayor's voice on the speakers took over the noise of the crowd, as loud as he predicted it would be, and he chuckled to himself as Marjorine covered an ear and winced.

"Hello South Park, we'd like to thank you all for showing up tonight as we light our annual Christmas tree!" The crowd cheered and clapped in response. He felt a bit sad he didn't get to hear her reply, but the least he knew was regardless of if they spent the last of her time visiting together, he'd be writing to her when she was gone this time, a promise to be better than the idiotic kid he once was. "Christmas is a time for bringing cheer and being with those important to you," she said over the speaker as the two of them grabbed onto the wall again when their clapping ended, "and we hope this ceremony has provided a wonderful opportunity for both for you all. And without further ado, let's turn on these lights! Merry Christmas!" She said, a clicking noise was heard as the speakers turned back off. He couldn't help but smile at how true the words were for him tonight.

The tree lit up from the top down, small pauses in between each row of lights turning on in a grand display. Some of the crowd gasped in awe as it lit up the whole plaza, a rainbow of colors blinding and sparkling. Kenny looked down at his hands as he felt the girl beside him nudge his pinky with hers. He glanced over, but she wasn't looking at him, staring up at the tree instead with a small smile and her cheeks dusted light pink, fixated on all the lights and decorations. He slid his hand closer and let her take it in hers, intertwining their fingers like they'd done long ago yet never really addressed, feeling how their hands fit perfectly in one another's as if that was where they were always meant to be. Standing next to Marjorine while snow started to again fall softly from above, as if nothing had changed at all and at the same time feeling as if the moment had been born anew, the night didn't feel so lonely anymore.

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kirric-the-fan · 3 months

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Precure all stars movie idea: Fungi friends. A fairy good day.

The precure fairies gather for their first all-fairy meeting in a while, only to find that no-one is exactly sure why this meeting was called. Their cures are missing them, and are delighted when their partners return.

But some of the fairies come back to find out that their partners are asleep and can't wake up! And the few remaining cures that are up and around seem to think they (the precure fairies!) are the enemy!

It turns out that a new type of strange fungi-like fairy have popped up all over the place, imitating the precure fairies to get close to the precure, then invading them, sending them to sleep and siphoning off their power. The fungi fairies seem harmless enough, but they can't seem to get them off the cures they've caught, or wake those cures up. And all the precure with fairy friends have been caught! (about a 1:1 for every precure fairy around. Some of them with fairy or mascot related transformations are pretty obvious, but there are teams, like Go Princess who don't have fairy transformations, but have 4x fairy friends, so are all caught anyway. There's between 13 & 20 ok cures, which is not a lot).

Meanwhile the sleeping cures find themselves waking up to an Earth with fairies. Enough for every person on the planet to have one, and the entire magic worlds to be revealed. These fairies seem to want to make everyone happy, and try to assure the precure that this is a good thing. And it does seem like a positive thing. However, while still unaware of their true situation, the dream-caught cures still start to realise there's something wrong as they notice their imitated teammates and fairies seem off.

Forced to remain separate from their fairy allies, the remaining cures on earth team up and start trying to find a way to get rid of the fungi, only to wake to find the Earth is filled with fairies- for real this time. One for each person (dream cures world coming true. This was the fungi fairies plan all along). Yell gets caught by the fairies, secretly intending to warn the trapped cures of their situation. But she becomes stuck too, and can't warn the outside cures now.

Outside cures realise they have to stop the people of Earth getting too close to the fairies before it's too late. Not fair. They have to be the bad guys. Warn the people of Earth to catch the fairies before they get them. Earth people trust the cures enough to do so. Bbeg appears when enough of the fairies are stopped. They're the big villain behind all this that knew it had to take out the precure before it could conquer the world. Now it's feeding off the energy from the trapped cures, getting enough to sprout more fungi fairies and keep the cycle going. The fungi fairies themselves are fairly benign, they're just being used by the enemy.

Remaining cures fight, while the cure fairies all find their own cures and try to get through to them. Trapped cures all learn their situation (independently) and try and help from the inside. But it's not enough.

Outside cures call out to the people of Earth for help. Reach out to the fungi fairies, with love. What they want. That love purifies the fairies, and they become the equivalent of miracle lights, albeit slightly squidgy mushroom themed miracle lights. They manage to reinforce the cures enough to let them win their immediate fight. Can't do enough to break the other cures out though- bbeg is using their energy.

Enemy changes tack. Recalls all the fungi fairies they can, and as much energy from the sleeping cures as possible. Dream world goes dark and the cures there go down. The fungi fairies held by the people of Earth are saved from being drawn into the big monster and are glad.

On Earth a giant creature of darkness appears, determined to wipe out the remaining cures. Starts using cure attacks against them- this monster has all the caught cures powers! Outside cures nearly beat. People of earth miracle light time! Fairies and people alike!

Cures work together, big rainbow attack! Everybody working from all sides and boom! Monster explodes, releasing the dream caught cures (big cure jump moment). The cures gather, reunited at last, and face down the actual bbeg, who curses them, and withdraws in the face of so much opposition.

The cures celebrate, but it's cut short as the dream caught cures start to fade. It's okay, they're just waking up. The remaining fungi fairies use their spores to make the civilians forget about the fairies (safer that way). All the dream cures wake safely, and the fungi fairies leave for a different magical world, or a better hidden corner of this one. Some of the fairy-less outside cures comment about missing them (the fungi fairies). The cures have a big group picnic with all their fairies at last, and have a big group photo at the end, which is photobombed by the fungi fairies!

Notable moments and features:

- Tsubomi twigs the dream world because Yuri seems to accept a new fairy without question when she would never do that in real life. Fake Yuri.

- The caught cures are all asleep, unable to wake up, and the other cures can see the fungi fairies sort-of growing out of their backs in bright multicolored shrooms, with more growing the longer it's been. Non-cures can't see them at this point, and the fungi can kinda phase through clothes and blankets as need be. One does this after someone puts an extra blanket over their friend. The fungi pops up to have a look, all eyes, then settles in again, disappearing beneath the blanket.

- The fungi fairies are like typical thick stemmed mushroom with a red and white spotted cap, with eyes that appear on the cap, and occasionally rabbit ears. They can float. They are predominantly non-verbal except for sound effects. They can mimic lines from the mascots and fairies when mimicking them, but have a limited vocabulary. The head cap lights up when using magic, usually red with a dark body, but it lights up pink or white once purified. (If they did a fungi friend toy light they could install a random assortment of mascot quotes.)

- The fungi catch cures from being hugged/accepted/held close. They then jump into (through) the cure, and that's the cure caught. This didn't work with Asumi though, the fungi fairy jumping clean through her and not landing on anything. Asumi sees the fairy for what it really is (can't be caught), and when Yuni and co turn up to help/warn the healin good cures, she joins them to go find the others. (Cosmo, Soleil, Earth and Moonlight team-up!)

- (other uncaught cure teams: Papaya, Passion, Flamingo, Lovely; Amour, (Yell), March, Peace, Sky; Milky Rose, Wing, Majesty, Puka, Felice)(Aka everybody except those with Fairies, or a baby+being on Earth. Felice goes to fetch Sky and co from Skyland)

- Rin gets fairy-caught by fake!mailpro but keeps going: "Wait, why did I get the *mailbox*?" at the point other cures are having their big emotional connection moments. (process of elimination mate. Also it's funny)

- Hugtto cures kept get caught by fake!Hugtan. Even after Ruru points out it's a fake. Hana can't not reach out for her.

- Kurumi not allowed in by the other uncaught cures because she might be a fairy trap. Ends up joining forces with the rest of the fairies.

- Chiyu confirms that a lot of the dream cures in the dream world are real by announcing that chocolate sweets have been wiped from existence, and seeing the appropriate responses from certain lead cures. "Well, they're real."

- Emiru picks out dream Ruru for being too robotic really quickly.

- Dream cures also pick up that their fairies aren't acting right.

- Yukari was caught by Akira's crystal animal fairy, and vice versa.

- Kururun and Chiffon also manage to catch multiple cures through their cuteness.

- In the dream world, the fungi fairies try to pair Akane, Emiru, and Berry (cures who only ended up there trying to save another cure) with a fairy partner of their own to keep them happy/distracted. But they don't take to any of them.

- Fungi fairies can imitate any fairy, mascot or baby-sized cure. It takes far too long for the other cures to realise the fungi fairies can't imitate full sized people. (Kurumi was safe after all!)

#precure all stars #movie idea #fungi fairies #For being fungi they're surprisingly cute in my head #I also have a list of which cure is caught by which fake fairy #generally one per cure fairy even if they aren't fairy partners #Which is why the gopri cures are absent #long post

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nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid · 24 days

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Seeing some other users pop up who also have pots, and reading their past and current struggles has inspired me to write a little about my experience. (From what I remember anyway.)

Just in case, tw/cw pregnancy loss is mentioned.

My symptoms started right smack at 13. I had always been slightly heat sensitive but not enough to really think about it. Then I turned 13 and it was like I was burning constantly. But also, even when I was hot, my extremities would still sometimes be ice cold.

I fainted in the shower, daily. I almost always felt it coming beforehand. The sudden dizziness and weakness. It was my normal routine to feel that, lie down, black out, wake up, then resume my shower. (Usually 5-15 minute black outs)

I knew something was wrong, but I was a young teen. My thoughts were "too scared to address it" and "I'm just being a baby" and "What doctor is gonna believe a teenager these days". So I suffered through it.

It was horrible. My teen years were riddled with unnoticed tachycardic episodes brushed off as "you're out of shape" and "just push past it". Meanwhile i felt like i was dying.

I know teenagers biologically need more rest, but i was chronically fatigued and of course, "lazy teenager" label got thrown at me constantly. I tried to stay active, productive, but it got harder and harder. (Not knowing I also struggled bcuz of audhd but that subject is touched on in a previous post.)

When I really branched out into life and into the workplace at 18/19, it hit me that this wasn't going away. This wasn't a weird teenage thing i was experiencing.

I could work, but was significantly more exhausted than my coworkers and the only one ever to stop a lot, Cool down, rest. Drove managers nuts because "you're too young to be this way" was said to me constantly.

Through a few job changes in my early twenties it got harder and harder to work. Exhaustion. Overheating. Tachycardia. I fainted at work idk how many times during a really bad streak.

On top of pots brain fog, I'm audhd (which i didnt know until mid-late twenties) so my brain just doesn't brain for me and all I had going for me were labor jobs. That's all i had. That's all i knew i could do.... and i was slowly becoming unable to do that.

I didnt push to see a cardiologist until i got pregnant with my first child. I was terrified. That pregnancy exacerbated my pots and i thought that pregnancy was going to kill me. If it didnt, then giving birth would. My resting hr was regularly in the 140s/150s and i was fainting/near fainting all the time.

But i saw a dick of a cardiologist who nearly immediately dismissed me as a hysterical pregnant woman who just had anxiety. Even in our first consult appointment he was already very not hiding the fact that he wasn't taking my concerns seriously. Even after I told him these symptoms weren't just popping up during pregnancy. That it'd been most of my life. (In one ear out the other let me tell you)

I suffered horribly through that pregnancy not knowing i also had pots so my heartrate and blood pressure were bonkers whenever i went to appointments, not knowing that i only had high bp bcuz they'd check it after I'd sat down in the lobby, stood up, then immediately sat down in a room. Which as y'all know fucks hr/bp and all that without being pregnant. But we didn't know. And the only dr I'd seen, dismissed me.

I thankfully got through the pregnancy and all was well. My symptoms went back to pre-pregnancy intensity. Life, a loss in between, and another full pregnancy happened. This time my pots didn't overly act up. I only struggled bcuz that baby was a biggg one.

After recovering from my 2nd birth i thought for months about everything. My health. My life with my kids. How i was sick of not having answers. Sick of how that first dr treated me. So i told my primary all of this and she sent me to the same heart institute, but a different dr.

NOW THIS DR LET ME TELL YOU.

From the GETGO the vibe was different. He listened. Talked with/to me not AT me. Actually listened with the intention of listening and absorbing the information, not listening with the intent to say whatever he was already wanting to say and just waiting until i stopped talking (like the previous dr)

He took me seriously. After info dumping my 16 years of suffering he was already ready to get testing done and scheduled and i nearly cried when he left the room because HE LISTENED HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY.

I had my testing done (tilt and breathing) and he saw me for the followup but they hadnt gotten the results back so he pushed the dept for the results and one hour after that appointment, he called me and said basically "yea you failed the test almost immediately and your results were consistent through the whole thing so I'm proceeding with the diagnosis of pots"

He explained the basic no cure but you can try xyz to help and you need to listen to your body when it's having symptoms dont ignore it to your detriment. All that.

I hung up. And cried all evening/night. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I got my answer. I was listened to. I actually got through it. But also tears of grief. For the girl who suffered. For the young woman who thought she was gonna die during pregnancy/birth.

I'd had (and still slip into sometimes) a harsh mindset of self hate for years. Why am i so lazy. Why am i so weak. Pathetic. Etc. It just spiralled all the time and pots + audhd is a shitty mix and to be approaching 30, with answers I've wanted and needed for half of my life.... I just... uff da! It's a lot.

I was diagnosed February of this year. So it's still kind of fresh for me. I'm still trying to find what works for me officially to navigate it. But I definitely am trying to give myself grace for all the years I thought everything was my fault. Or that I just wasnt trying hard enough.

I'm sure I've missed some things but my memory of my life is really patchy from audhd and trauma. But I think this covers the bulk of it and feels good to info dump about life when, for most of it, I bottled everything.

#long post #sort of vent post #journal #experience #life #life with pots #pots experience #pots syndrome #pots and pregnancy #tw loss mentioned #cw loss mentioned

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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,,, 500 AAAAAAAA!! long-awaited, v well deserved milestone omghasjam??? i think i met u just around when u hit 400?? :0 not sure not sure, v glad i got to meet u, will be here for all milestones in the future !! anyways,,, wah . CONGRATULATIONS AAAA

event,, event,, tumbles over . i feel like u know me well enough to know who i am req for but!! xiao, reader insert!! um, a song? would be angels like you - miley cyrus. the genre being,, uh,, angst. aha. ahahahahj. i think i'll leave the trope/au up to u !!

again again, cONGRATULATIONS? big milestone!! only bigger ones to come, yes? hugs u super tight then runs away

babe i am in love with the way you talk this is so animated i love it

Angels Like You

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Xiao

Warnings: College au, slightly suggestive content at the end (its nothing much tho), angst w/no happy ending/an open ending. Slightly ooc xiao bc i kinda made him an asshole im sorry (not really), not proofread & written during a bad writers block hit

Notes: i had such high hopes for this and then it died. but hey i do hope u like it ily babe <3 /p

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I know that you're wrong for me Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave I brought you down to your knees 'Cause they say that misery loves company

12:13 AM.

You checked the clock again. Still, no text.

No text for the last three days.

It wasn’t close finals. There wasn’t anything special going on. And your boyfriend, Xiao, has never been one for straight As and studying all day.

No, he was probably out with his friend Venti again, or just ignoring you.

In the beginning, it was easier to deal with. He was a probably busy guy! And then you saw how he typically lived—in his dorm 90% of the time, save class and food—and knew that wasn’t the case. And you knew there were some times he just didn’t want to talk to people.

You were so understanding with everything. But for the last week, he’d done nothing but leave you on read or send one-word answers to all of your texts, never pick up the phone, and never texted you first. Even before this, he’d been spacey. And to a certain degree, you understood that, too.

But it was the bullshit excuses that ground on your last nerve.

“Just not up to it,” he’d say. Or, “my phone wasn’t on”. Or he wouldn’t reply at all. And last week, when you confronted him about it, he wouldn’t tell you anything besides that.

Sure, you’d gotten to the point of doubting how upset with all this you were. He needs his space, after all, and you didn’t want to be too overbearing. But he didn’t act like your boyfriend anymore, and your friends had been telling you for weeks it wasn’t worth the heartache if he wasn’t going to try talking it out.

12:19 AM.

Xiao <3wanna come over for a bit

You sighed. No response to any of your previous texts, of course, but it was something. So, despite how late it was, you made your way over to his apartment. It wasn't far off-campus, so no big deal.

You knocked on the door upon arrival and he let you in a few moments later. No hello, no kiss, just walked away. He grabbed something out of the fridge and asked if you wanted anything. You declined and sat on the couch.

Xiao sat next to you, sitting his arm on the back of the couch. Not quite on your shoulders, but you hoped that’s where he was going. You’d missed him a lot, lately. “How come you asked me over?” you asked as he sat down. “Anything special.”

He shrugged. “Not really. Just haven’t seen you in a while, is all. Sorry it’s late.”

“I don’t mind.”

The two of you sat for a while—in silence somewhere between content and uncomfortable. He was never much of a talker, but for some reason, it was worse when the only noise was the neighbors across the hall playing music you could barely hear.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his arm away from behind you to hold your face. He leaned in slightly, leaving enough room for you to pull away if you chose. Instead, you leaned in. The soda he’d been drinking mixed well with whatever chapstick he had on. When he kissed you like this, it was always soft but pleading for more. He never pushed, but if you agreed, it was a long night for you both.

His hand slid to hold the back of your neck and he slowly kissed down the other side. “Do you wanna—” he found a spot behind your ear he knew you liked, and you gasped— “head back to my room?”

You thought for a moment, before nodding. Xiao smiled, planted one more kiss on your lips, and helped you up.

Another day, you thought. Another day you could worry about all the things flying through your head. For now, you’d just enjoy your time with him.

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New Neurologist

Today I had a very inconvenient auto-rescheduled neurologist follow up appointment. I've only seen the actual Neurologist once, but he didn't find anything 'wrong' with me other than "it's probably migranes", so I got shuffled off to one of his nurse practitioners. This time I got a new one since the old one was no longer there. If anything, the old NP was passionate and caring, which helped. But she was mostly making sure the headache that likes to shatter the base of my skull hasn't came back and that I'm using my CPAP. I've been using 500mg of Magnesium to keep that skull-shattering pain away, and it's working. No one is going to pry that supplement out of my cold dead hands.

She starts out with the broad question "How are you?". A loaded question for someone who has a thousand problems. How am I? For which part of me? I could only muster up that my POTS was acting up because I got a stomach bug last week and my body hasn't caught up. I could kinda tell she didn't really 'follow', not a great sign. I felt slightly dizzy when standing yesterday, I had to use the scooter at the store to get myself a birthday present. She looked at my BP and just said "It's normal". No shit shirlock.

She steers the conversation to my headaches. My regular GP gave me Topimax at the beginning of January to try, but I was really weary of the side effects. I had finally eluded to him the fact I was smelling and tasting cigarette smoke out my nose and it had gotten worse and worse since August (I experienced phantom smells for at least 7+ years), so he gave me a low dose of 25mg Topimax because it could be a migraine aura. Checks out I guess. I've always known I have painless headaches or at least non-conventional headaches. About a week ago I finally noticed the effects and the smell is mostly gone. But the brain fog is still there.

The brain fog. I've always had brain fog since I've been diagnosed with POTS and Dysautonomia 13 years ago. I was 22 when all my issues started. But recently, around August or so (along with the phantom smell), it has gotten so much worse. So much so, that I can barely do my job. I'm a web programmer, and I need my brain to work. I need to be able to write more than a few lines of code a day, and yet, lately, that's all I can muster. Following a few trains of thought has been hard for me the past few months. This is a different beast of brain fog. As I sit there pouring this out to my new NP, tears roll down my cheeks. She asks me if I'm "sure" it just didn't start happening with Topimax (because one of the side effects is cognitive decline and brain fog). I reiterated to her, no, definitely not. If only I could show her my git history, hah.

She says "Let's take a little test". She gets up and brings back a paper, saying it's a memory test or whatever. I thought to myself, ok, this is easy. I don't like being put on the spot but I put my best effort face on anyway. She gave me 5 words to remember at the start of the test. Easy. She put a timer on one minute and told me to list as many animals I can think of. Sure.

"Cat, fish, chicken, dog, ... bird ... lion .. giraffe ....... cat ....." before I knew it, the timer was going off and I was sitting there in a ball pulling my hair out practically. Ugh. Failed that one miserably. I've always been bad at pulling things out of my ass. Go ahead, ask me where anything is. I know exactly where it is, but don't get the word "dresser" out of me when I tell you "its on the thingy over there".

Next was a few math problems, took me longer to answer but I think i was still riled up from the last question. After that I had to repeat back numbers backwards in increasing length, easy.

Next, I had to put an X on the triangle. She hands me the paper. I go straight for the square and mark it and she's like "No... that's the square." FUCK. "oh.. uh.. oh yeah the triangle lol haha". She then tells me to draw the hands of the clock "ten til eleven". I re-read the sentence next to the clock to make sure I understood and drew the clock, perfect, yep.

Next she read me a short story at the bottom of a paper and I answer all the details she asked for after. At the end she asks me for the words at the begining of the test.

Oh yeah. Those.

2 of them I was certain of. Pen and Tie. 2 I wasn't sure but I tried to remember her gestures at the time, Ball and Shirt, surely. The other was a mystery.

She takes the paper and totals the score. She had a slight downturn in her smile as she looked at the answers and the score. She says to me "Perhaps we should refer you to a center for further evaluation.". I asked her what I scored, out of curiosity. She forced a smile and scooted her chair closer to me. I know a polite blow when I see one, and it was coming. "Well... I expected a little higher score for someone your age and education level". There is is. Boom.

I asked her what I scored and what I missed. She said I got a 20/30, which doesn't mean much to me. But apparently, I only remembered 2/5 words, and missed all the number backward questions except for the 2-digit one, she seemed to have forgiven me for the triangle mistake. I drew the clock wrong. WAIT. I DREW THE CLOCK WRONG? Damn, I'm really stupid. Yeah, I drew it as 11:55 and not 11:50. All I had to do was draw a straight line with 2 arrows. Ugh. At least I got all the details in the story right.

So she wrote up some labs I have to go get now, told me to stop taking Topimax, and wrote me a prescription for Qulipta, which, as you know, is a very expensive medication. CBC, TSH, Total T4, B1, B12, Folate, D 25 hydroxy. All will come back normal I'm sure, I've had most of them checked recently anyway. And that referral, which will probably also take months to hear back from. In the car, I was mad at myself and a little sad. What did the test mean for me? I have always had... difficulties in some departments. I know I had learning difficulties, but I've always conquered them. I have never let it define me or interfere with my successes.

As soon as I got home, I wrote my GP an email through my portal explaining that she wanted me to stop taking the Topimax and start Qulipta, and about my test result. I had mentioned the crippling brain fog to him on my last visit too.

He wrote back in the evening, I assume after all his patients for the day. The tone of his correspondence came off to me as slightly spiteful, and I don't know how I feel about it. I've been building up a great rapport with him for 4 years, trusting him with more and more of my symptoms as I went along, him listening to just about every one of them and offering is best knowledge.

"I only have experience with Topimax and not Qulipta, but it seems like they have convinced your insurance to cough up the money for the expensive drug by using your cognitive test to justify taking you off Topiramate."

So was I just... used? Was all that test for was to get a kickback for a drug? It didn't feel like it, surely she wouldn't have bothered with ordering all the labs and that referral for further testing to a completely unrelated center? Talk about knocking me down a few inches more, to how already diminished I was feeling earlier today after my appointment. I feel mad and betrayed, but did he really mean it the way I am taking it? Was he mad I went against his own recommendations?

Again my closest friend is no help, he tries to comfort saying he'd score the same as me. From my quick Google search, and I do mean quick, because I didn't want to scare myself, 'normal' educated people my age don't score that low, even if they try. I don't tell my husband because I don't want him to worry, he has anxiety and worries too much. I only tell him things I am certain about. I don't know what to do with myself but type what I feel here and cry.

I guess that's the point of a blog.

#health #neurodivergent #neurology #mental health #pots #dysautonomia #brain fog

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dcbbw · 1 year

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American Thanksgiving

This original story is my submission (if it isn’t too late) for a writing challenge that has now closed. (Gonna post it anyway) I decided to go with a holiday (Thanksgiving) theme, and I am really, truly crossing fingers hoping it all makes sense.

THANK YOU to those who read this over and assured me it wasn’t boring and for giving me the idea that maybe I can follow-up on these characters for Christmas. A huge THANK YOU to all who will read this.

Please, please, please forgive any typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. While MS Editor rates this as 99% error free, it’s me and I am tired and it’s getting really close to my bedtime.

All characters belong to me

Word Count: 4,775

Song Inspiration: Wash., Bon Iver

No triggers or warnings that I can think of, but there are mature themes in this story. If you find any part of the content disturbing, please let me know so I can tag appropriately.

PS--For anyone curious why Scott Peterson is an unfortunate name choice, here’s your answer.

Atlanta, GA

“You look pretty, Linda,” Yoyo grudgingly complimented me as I slip my feet inside of brown pumps that are barely on the right side of being termed worse for wear.

It’s Thanksgiving Day, one of the few days of the year the shelter allows us to stay in all day; even better, we’re allowed to stay in bed all day with the exception of meals. For those of us fortunate enough to have somewhere to go, curfew is extended until 8pm.

This year, I’m among the fortunate. My sister Lisa is having dinner at her house: it will be a small affair with Lisa’s husband and daughter, our sister Lucy and her family, and my son Famir. I haven’t seen my only child in over a decade because of my drug addiction; I last saw him when he was 13.

It was for the best.

I’ve lived a life of street corners and jail cells.

Lisa raised him right, keeping my son off the streets, and involved in studies and sports. And now my baby is 28 years old, headed to Dubai to work for an international finance company. I have no idea when I’ll see him again after today.

I rise from the side of the twin bed, tossing Yoyo a quick glance. “Thank you. I’m sorry you won’t be with your family today.”

I am rummaging in my locker for my only pair of earrings; my eyes fall upon my 30-day chip.

Thirty days clean.

It’s a milestone for me, one that I’m proud of and am eager to share with my son. Finally, after decades given to the streets, I’m ready to rejoin society and be the mother he deserves. I quickly attach the jewelry to my earlobes, swipe on some lipstick, and tug the slightly too-small sweater dress down around my knees; I am just pulling on a shabby wool coat, turquoise in color with a faux-fur collar, when my name is called over the loudspeaker.

I shut the locker door, and again catch sight of Yoyo; she has her bedcovers pulled up to her chin. Her face is in profile, and I see tears shine her ebony-colored cheeks as she stares at the bare branches of the tree outside the window.

“I’ll bring you back some pie,” I promise as I hurry out the door.

Lucy is waiting for me at the shelter’s entrance. She looks … expensive. Her coat is a simple, yet stylish, ankle-length gray wool. Underneath is a black jumpsuit, complemented with a heavy turquoise pendant. Her hair is perfectly styled, her olive complexion smooth. When we hug, I smell her fragrance; it’s a woodsy floral. Her red lipstick imprints itself on my cheek when she kisses me.

My sister chats excitedly about how happy everyone is I’m coming to dinner as we walk to her Lexus SUV; I’m fastening my seatbelt when she presses money into my hand. I glance down and back at her, pleasantly puzzled. I didn’t agree to come to dinner for a financial reason.

“You’re doing good, Linda. I don’t know if you’re still using or not, but you’ve been in one place for almost two months. It’s … progress, and progress should be rewarded.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly. I stare out the passenger window, looking at dilapidated houses and cracked sidewalks pass by before peppering my sister with questions.

“How’s Famir? Is he good? Does he know I’m coming?”

I feel the shift in Lucy’s demeanor as the car gently brakes at a stoplight., and my shoulders tense ever so slightly.

We’re at the infamous intersection known to us locals as the War Zone; it’s a red-light district where prostitutes, drug dealers, and gang bangers converge. A few homeless folks, too old or too riddled with illness to support their habits, huddle inside of bus shelters, their outstretched hands silently begging for money from the few passersby.

Women with skinny bodies and dead eyes sit on the stoops of vacant houses that are boarded over and splashed with graffiti, watchful for both potential johns and the police. There are no holidays here, no 30-day chips, no hope.

“He’s not coming,” my sister says softly. “He’s attending a Friendsgiving or something.”

The hurt I feel at hearing her words is physical; my gut aches, as if I’ve been sucker-punched. My baby, my reason for getting clean, the only person I want to see today … is abandoning me when I need him most.

Tit for tat.

I already know the answer, but I ask the question anyway. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?”

I feel my sister’s hand grip my wrist. Her voice has tears in it when she replies. “Famir just needs time to process things. It’s a lot of pain and broken bridges between you two. He needs to see that you’re changing for the better, for real this time.”

Except he can’t see if he isn’t showing up.

I am quiet as tears burn the corners of my eyes; my heart sinks as I realize that I’ll never get a chance to show him that I do love him, have always loved him. That my decisions, which appear selfish on the surface, were actually borne of wanting the best for him. I couldn’t be his mother and pimped by drugs at the same time.

I feel Lucy’s eyes on me. “Lin, don’t cry! He can still swing by after his dinner for dessert. You may still be able to see him!”

But I no longer want to go. I can’t deal with facing my son’s condemnation and judgement. In my mind for the past two weeks, I had visions of a picture-perfect reunion: forgiveness, healing, my son and I beaming and basking in the pride of my triumphant return to life and his understanding of my choices.

My thirty days of sobriety has given me just enough clarity to realize the problem is I can only see it from my perspective: I didn’t abandon him; I gave him to his aunt who was better equipped to raise him. Unsure if I cannot or merely refuse to see the situation through Famir’s eyes.

I may be ready to function in society, but I am unprepared to deal with reality.

“Let me out,” I say.

“What? No!”

“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” I yell forcefully, emotions tearing me apart.

Lucy stops the car in front of a rundown strip mall; only the McDonald’s and 7-11 are open. Panhandlers loiter around both doorways. I recognize three of the folks: Two are well-known drug dealers, conversing in front of the liquor store; Doobie and Minnesota Fats. The third is my former street-running partner, Pinky; she’s eating fries while squatting in front of the beauty supply store.

Lucy is openly crying, her hands gripping the steering wheel. “LINDA! Don’t let this be a setback! Famir may not be ready, but your sisters, your niece, your nephews ARE! What am I supposed to tell everyone?”

There is a soft thump as her forehead hits the colorful fabric encircling the wheel.

I shove the wad of cash into my coat pocket while unlocking the passenger door.

“You can tell them I had 30 days sober.”

I exit the vehicle, walking briskly to meet up with my past. My present. My future.

Wilson, NC

The two women at across from each other at the dining room table; their dinner plates were before them: Cornish hen, mashed potatoes drenched in giblet gravy, dressing, and buttered green peas. Two dessert plates in the middle of the table held slices of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream.

Ella Fitzgerald sang softly from a vintage phonograph player.

A beautiful cherrywood Dutch cabinet with paned windows lined one wall of the room; inside was fine china and glassware on the lower shelves. The top two ledges held photographs: wedding photos; baby pictures; group photos of military units; people long dead, their faces forever captured in laughter and smiles at parties and picnics.

Alice Cooper was saying the prayer, her lips moving slowly against the sides of her hands which were pressed close to her mouth. Her thin blonde hair lay in limp curls against her wrinkled cheeks.

“Dear Lord, thank You for another day filled with small mercies and bigger blessings. Amen.”

She opened her pale blue eyes, clouded over with cataracts, to see her oldest, and best friend Anna Horowitz slicing into her hen. Anna was short to Alice’s tall, and stout to her friend’s skinny. Anna’s hair was steel gray and pulled back in a severe bun. Her still-dark eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she cut.

Alice’s gaze went from Anna to her own dinner plate, then to the slices of pie. “I think I want pie first.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Alice! Eat your supper, then you can have dessert.”

“Land’s sake, Anna! It’s Thanksgiving! It’s all about the pie!”

“Turkey,” Anna corrected as she dragged her fork through the potatoes.

“Does it look like we’re eating turkey?”

“The Macy’s parade was lovely, don’t you think?” Anna changed the subject, covertly watching Alice finally begin eating her dinner.

“It used to be so much better, it’s way too modern now but the singing tree was nice.”

The two women had been friends for over 70 years, having first met in the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps in 1954. Despite their advanced age of 93, the two women were still extremely active: working two days a week at the Wilson County American Legion office, gardening, participating in a senior exercise class at the local YMCA, church, and meandering around the local flea markets and thrift shops.

They had been roommates for the past 15 years, when Anna’s husband died. To avoid infighting amongst her children, who Anna freely admitted were hooligans, she sold her brick ranch house and divided the proceeds equally between her and her offspring; what furniture no one wanted was donated. Anna then moved into the four bedroom, 3 bath Victorian with bay windows and wraparound porch with Alice and changed her phone number.

Alice had no children; she had been widowed at the age of 40. She never remarried, choosing to stay in the house she and her husband had purchased with dreams of raising a family and throwing dinner parties in mind.

Until the Vietnam War.

Until high-ranking Army officials knocked on her door, their expressions grim.

“This hen is tasty,” Anna complimented.

“I was worried because I didn’t have enough rosemary.”

“It’s perfect!” Anna reassured as she took another bite. “We need to start planning what we’re going to do for our 100th birthday.”

Alice placed her fork carefully on her plate. “You’ve lost mind! That’s still a long ways out.”

“Seven years! We can do seven years, Alice We’ve done the hard part making it to 93! Hell, if we make it to 95, we can round up!”

Alice stared at the tablecloth for a few moments, her expression pensive. “I don’t know, Anna. It’s been a good life, a full life, but ever since Don was killed … it’s been a lonely one.”

Anna reached for her glass of sweet tea. “I know,” she commiserated.

She did know. Ever since her George had succumbed to cancer, life felt … incomplete. But the good Lord above kept waking her up every morning to fulfill a purpose she still didn’t know about.

Anna reached over, placing her palm atop the back of Alice’s hand; the women sat in a comfortable silence for a minute, tears rolling down their cheeks.

“Don’t forget I have the eye appointment on Monday,” Alice sobbed as they both dried their eyes.

“Me? Don’t YOU forget! They’re removing the cataracts from both eyes, right?”

Alice nodded as she ate peas. “When my eyes heal over, can we go to the beach? I’d like to sit on the sand and watch the ocean. Don loved the water so.”

Anna nodded gently, her expression soft. “That’d be nice.”

“Thank you.” Alice pushed her dinner away, reaching for dessert. “You know we have egg nog to go with the pie.”

“You didn’t eat all your dinner!” Anna chided.

“Sue me,” Alice retorted as she pulled a plate of pie towards her.

“Hold on, let me the get the nog!”

“Anna, are we lesbians?” Alice asked curiously when her friend bustled back into the dining room with a carton of egg nog and two fresh glasses.

Anna looked utterly confused. “What? NO!”

Alice poured a half-glass of the holiday dairy, mindful of her gastric issues.

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

Chicago, IL

Thanksgiving Eve slipped quietly, effortlessly into Thanksgiving Day as Evan Bacino led his guest down the darkened hallway towards the front door. He didn’t remember their name, there was no need to. His thick brown hair with red and blonde highlights bounced against the nape of his neck with every step he took.

He unlocked the only ingress/egress into his apartment and opened the door slightly; the blonde man stepped around him, his blue eyes searching Evan’s face briefly before extending his hand. The hand that not an hour before had been fisted around Evan’s cock before gripping wrinkled bedsheets in a room filled with moans and permeated with the fragrance of sex.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” the guest murmured as the two shook hands.

“Ditto,” Evan replied in a neutral tone. He didn’t want to give whoever this person was any ideas that he was interested in continuing even a conversation.

Despite his eagerness to be alone, Evan loitered in the open doorway after his visitor stepped into the hall, listening to footsteps move further and further away before closing the door and entering the living room. He turned on a standing lamp, watching as light spilt over furniture and flooring, illuminating an overflowing ashtray on the coffee table and the day’s clothing littering the carpet.

Evan ignored the mess, instead walking over to the floor-to-ceiling window that afforded him an envious view of the Chicago skyline and Lake Michigan. He pressed his palms against the glass, his eyes watching the rain fall steadily from sky to ground. The weatherman said there was a chance the rain would turn to snow overnight; Evan didn’t doubt it.

He wondered if his visitor had an umbrella.

It was Thanksgiving Day and he had absolutely no plans, other than to stay indoors, off social media, and get mildly drunk. His parents had invited him to join them in Aspen for a weekend filled with catered food and winter sports, but he had begged off. The last thing he needed right now was his mother’s vapid and vacuous gossip about people neither of them knew, and watching his father ogle every woman under the age of 60.

His friends had asked Evan to join them for a Friendsgiving brunch. There were promises of eggnog pancakes, turkey sausage, and beef short ribs but Evan’s circle of friends was also Eduardo’s circle of friends. He wasn’t ready to see or talk about Eduardo just yet.

Three months was not enough time to heal from a five-year relationship.

Evan worked a half-day Wednesday, then ran errands: Liquor store for two bottles of chocolate cherry wine; bakery for two pies; KFC for a bucket of extra crispy chicken and two large mashed potatoes and gravy: community market for a box of Stove Top, cigarettes, and a 12-pack of Heineken. After arriving home and putting away his purchases, Evan fell across his bed and into a deep sleep.

Upon awakening, he was hungry for Chinese food, and had DoorDash deliver from his favorite place, Hunan House. He then decided he wanted a real drink, and after freshening up, Evan meandered down to the neighborhood bar, The Watering Hole. That’s where he met his hookup. He hadn’t left his house planning to bring someone home, but the drinks had been potent and the lure of the unknown enticing.

The sex hadn’t been satisfactory, due mostly to Evan’s emotional turmoil. He felt guilt, shame, and as if he were cheating on Eduardo. The man who had left him three months earlier to “explore and experience.” Eduardo never said what or with who.

Evan never asked; what was the point?

Before turning away from the window, Evan studied his nude reflection in the glass: tall, toned body with some muscle definition; skin that was more tanned than pale thanks to his mother’s Greek Cypriot heritage; thick, voluminous hair that was longish, but not overly so; his facial features were attractively arranged but Evan wouldn’t call himself handsome.

He frowned; his goatee needed trimming.

Later. He needed a shower.

He faced the room, hands on hips as he surveyed the disarray. The entire apartment needed cleaning; heartbreak was not conducive to domesticity.

Later. He needed sleep.

Evan awakened shortly after 9am, and by noon the apartment was tidy: ashtrays emptied, trash taken out, laundry done and fresh sheets on the bed, bathroom cleaned, dishes washed, and rooms vacuumed.

Afterwards, he showered; at 1pm, Evan was settled on his couch with a large plate of kung pao shrimp with fried rice and a cold bottle of brew.

Outside, thick flakes of snow swirled and fell from dark gray skies, coating the city’s surfaces with a thin blanket of white; inside, heat and computer-generated flames emanated from the wall-mounted electric fireplace.

It should have been normal: food, football, and beer on Thanksgiving Day. A cozy fire on a cold, messy afternoon. But it wasn’t. Evan was plagued with feelings of incompleteness and inadequacy; he was playing a role to an audience of none, and not very well.

Fucking Eduardo. Fucking love.

Evan channel surfed as he ate, settling on college football. When the station went to commercial break at the end of the first quarter, he headed to the kitchen for a more Chinese food, a piece of chicken, and another beer; the knock on his front door stopped him.

Who the hell could that be? he wondered as he cautiously approached the door, praying it wasn’t his friends coming to cheer him up.

Pity parties are solo affairs.

His stomach plummeted when he peered through the peephole. On the other side of the door stood a tall, lithe Brazilian man wearing an uncertain expression on his clean-shaven face. His navy-blue wool coat was buttoned to his throat, a Blackwatch plaid scarf draped his neck. Droplets of precipitation glistened in his dark, dark hair.

Eduardo!

Evan’s heartbeat accelerated; blood rushed through his body, causing a whooshing in his ears and a growing erection in his gray sweatpants. Relief, anger, disbelief washed over him, causing tears to burn in his eyes. He felt as if he were moving in slow motion as he unlocked the door before pulling it fully open.

The former lovers stared at each other, facial expressions filled with indecision, hope, regret.

“Hey, Evan,” Eduardo said softly before his gaze dropped to the floor.

Evan found it hard to breathe; everything he had prayed for and cried over the past 90 days was standing right in front of him, waiting to be welcomed with open arms, embraced tightly, and forgiven.

Evan’s stare went from Eduardo’s face to the rolling suitcase at his side.

Eduardo wanted to come back home.

Like nothing ever happened.

Except it had.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Evan slowly closed the door.

Eduardo’s frantic knocks covered the clicking of the locks.

Compton, CA

Thanksgiving Day in Compton is warm and sunny. Outside, the faint laughter and yells of children racing bicycles down cracked sidewalks and playing football in the streets drift through the closed windows of my kitchen; more than likely, they had been chased out of hot kitchens and crowded houses to let the grown-ups do what grown-ups do: cook, drink, cuss. The iconic palm trees lining my street sway under the touch of a light, balmy breeze.

It's 3pm, and my house is crowded with people despite the fact that dinner is at 5. My family arrived at 11am, carrying bags of ice and carryout food. That’s it. They set up camp in the family room, turned on the television, and proceeded to eat greasy wings, fried rice, and ketchup-drenched fries while taking advantage of my full cable package.

My husband’s family arrived at 2pm with egg nog, ice cream, pies, and my mother-in-law's tiresome rant about Compton being the biggest failure of the state’s housing authority. That led, as always, to an argument with my younger brother, Man-Man. She, her daughter Susan, and my brother-in-law Neil mingled for a few minutes before taking up residence in the living room, watching Food Network and day drinking.

Meanwhile, I’m struggling to remove a 22-pound turkey from an extremely hot oven, trying not to scream out loud from the lower back pain caused by the overdue baby in my belly, and dealing with my three-year-old son Noah tugging on my pant leg asking me to pwease help him.

I give up on the turkey and set it back on the rack before turning to my son. “What is it, sweetheart?” I ask in a voice filled with forced patience.; it isn’t his fault that there are seven useless, non-functioning adults in this house.

I roll my eyes when he says he wants my phone to play a game. Scary Teacher 3.

Dear God, give me strength.

“Honey, let me find my phone. Go get your Uncle Monty for me while I do that.”

He nods, his dark curls bobbing as he scampers out of the kitchen to find my brother Lamont. Meanwhile, my eyes dart around the room quickly, a growing panic inside me. With the massive quantities of food that I had cooked, and still needed to cook, my phone had been the last thing on my mind. Earlier, I set it down … somewhere. But where?

I wonder if I stuffed it in the cavity of the turkey.

I’m distracted from my search by my sister loudly arguing with Neil about someone named Kyle being a fraud and that something called fire dragon crab rangoon casserole was nothing more than imitation crab meat, Philly cream cheese, and hot sauce. I’m so busy trying to make their conversation make sense, I neither see nor hear my brother join me.

“What you need, Sandra?” Lamont asks in a bored tone.

I jump slightly but recover quickly. “I need to find my phone, the turkey needs to come out, the ham needs to go in,” I say as I sit in one of the kitchen chairs. “And I’m thirsty,” I add as I mop the perspiration from my brow.

He shakes his head as he busies himself: the refrigerator door opens and closes before a cool bottle of water appears before me, the cap loosened; he grunts as he hefts the roasting pan from the oven, the metal clatters against the stovetop; he lifts the lid on the pot of collards, giving the greens a stir before cutting the flame down low. My phone slides across the crowded table, just in time for Noah to see it as he enters the room.

His little hands reach and grab, but I hold it out of his reach, trying to see if I’ve missed any calls or texts. “Baste the ham before putting it in, please,” I mumble as I guzzle more water.

“Lawd, woman! You tryna work me to the bone,” Lamont complains.

I pay him no attention; he didn’t have to buy the groceries; he doesn’t have to cook the food. We’re using paper products, plastic utensils, and solo cups; minimal clean-up. All the others have to do is eat, take out the trash, and help put up the Christmas tree.

Easy peasy.

“MOMMY!” Noah wails impatiently.

“What, little boy?” I huff playfully before surrendering my phone. “Hey, babe … you hungry?” I ask, trying to recall the last time I fed my child.

He shakes his head, eyes glued to the screen. “No. Gamma gave me chicken and fwies.”

Lamont shuts the oven door. “Anything else?”

I think over what’s left to do: macaroni and cheese, which is already prepped. It just needs a thorough heating. Stuffing: it’s boxed. so that makes life easy. Biscuits: thank you, Pillsbury Doughboy. Mushrooms: already prepped, just needs heating.

I shake my head. “Nope. Thanks.”

The plan now is for Noah and me to head upstairs for an hour nap … we’ve both been up since 6am …but I neglected to look at the time. The whoops from my family members, coupled with the off-key singing of Bad Boys, the theme from Cops, tell me my husband is home from work. His deep, deep voice literally booms throughout the rooms as he greets his family and in-laws.

My son practically throws my phone at me before he rushes into his father’s arms. Once securely hoisted onto his daddy’s hip, Noah smirks smugly at his cousins who are pulling excitedly on their uncle’s pant legs.

Through the mayhem, my eyes meet my husband’s, and he winks at me with a wide grin on his face. The man I married is tall … very tall. His shoulders and chest are broad and sculpted. There are dimples in his cheeks. He is an officer with the LAPD.

He is unfortunately named: Scott Peterson. He tells strangers that his name is Harry.

And he’s white.

It hasn’t been easy being an interracial couple in Compton. I was born and raised here but marrying a white cop has called my blackness into question with my family, my friends, my very community. I think it has more to do with him being a cop than his race.

Scott grew up in Los Angeles proper; his childhood was more affluent than privileged until his father went to prison for insider trading. His mother, as WASPy and Karenesque as her personality suggests, gave up bridge clubs and martini lunches to re-enter the workforce. I wouldn’t call her racist; I see her as more of a bigot. An elitist bigot.

When we bought our home six years ago, his mother told Scott she was extremely disappointed in him.

He responded he was through trying to impress dead folks and racists.

With wide eyes and a horrified expression, she clarified she was referring to him living in Compton. Who lived in Compton?

Pulling me closer to him, he asked her who could afford LA nowadays? Hell, she didn’t even live there any longer. And judging by Compton’s growing and diverse population, a lot of people did indeed live in Compton.

But we’ve survived and are more in love than ever. Scott and I are a working-class couple; I’m a teacher at the local preparatory school. We’re happy, and family gatherings have become louder and more boisterous in the best way possible.

After promising to play with the children after dinner and advising Man-Man what to do about his upcoming case in traffic court, one of the suggestions being do NOT wear orange as it may give the judge ideas, Scott is finally making his way to me. He pulls me to him, planting an eager and lingering kiss on my lips; when we part, we walk into the kitchen together so I can show off what I’ve accomplished.

He admires the spread and insists that he’ll take over so I can get some rest before dinner.

“No!” I yell quietly. “Your mom is here; MY mom is here. Our sisters are here. Our BROTHERS are here! You’ve worked all day!”

He’s rummaging in the utensil drawer; it’s a hot mess that I keep meaning to organize. He closes it when he finds a fork, which he dips into the pot of collards. “We’re the hosts,” he explains as he tastes the greens; he noisily smacks his lips to express his satisfaction.

“We’re always the hosts!” I retort. “And they are not guests!”

He pulls me into the closest embrace he can manage with my belly extending from here to the I-10. “You’re tired. You’ve done a lot of work today. You know my mom can’t fix anything other than salad kits and Stouffer’s. Your mom loves her fatback a little too much for me.”

I giggle. “Remember the Thanksgiving she shoved a slab of it inside the turkey?”

“That’s when you said we would be the hosts of Thanksgiving!”

“Fine,” I grumble, pretending to still be disgruntled.

“Come on, let’s get you to the bedroom.”

We don’t make it.

There’s a sharp pain in my lower back that spreads around to my belly, and my water breaks.

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angelsdevils · 2 years

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Time Zone: Sequel

Warning: There are some SPOILERS Note: This story will only be on my Wattpad and AO3 which are usernames Aurora_Petals. If you see anyone claiming this plot as their own let me know. I do NOT own the characters. KoFi not mandatory but donations are appreciated!

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Reader's POV:

“So (Y/N), have you received a letter from your pen pal?” Jessica asked me and I shook my head.

“Not yet, maybe today.. hopefully. Is it normal to be nervous?”

“Of course you would be nervous, he~”

“Jessica~ I am not nervous for that reason. I am actually pretty excited, but worried he won’t wanna write me back.”

“You are a special case, you know that?”

“You know Jessica, this was your idea of writing people our age that is in jail. You can’t judge the things they have done. You don’t know their story.” I said, and her shoulders slumped.

“Mama (Y/N), is in her scolding mode again.”

“Well, she has a point.”

“I am sorry, this is why you should have been president.”

“Yeah, no. Not my style.” I flashed her a smile, and she shook her head slightly.

“I never understand you.”

“I don’t like leading… anyway, how is volleyball?”

“Good, we miss you though…”

“Yeah, well… that injury is still affecting me. So sports is a no-go, thought about joining the drama club as well. To try and keep myself busy. It’s weird not having a crap ton of activities after school.”

“I bet, you went from the most athletic, to being one of the geeks.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with being a geek.” I stuck my tongue out at her, and she laughed.

“Anyway, my pen pal is from here in the US. He is totally super cute.”

“Really? So you can judge my person but you fall for yours? Wait how do you know what he looks like?”

“I sent a photo of me and they allowed him to take a photo and send it to me as well.”

“Interesting, I should have done that… maybe when I get his letter. I am curious to see what Kazutora looks like.”

“Well, he has a cute name. Maybe you are lucky and he is cute too.”

“Come on, it’s not about who is cute, and who is not… it’s about~”

“I know, I know. But you are the type to fall for people easily too.”

“Not true, you sound like my brother. Ugh, we have to get to class.” I said, and she laughed leaving me to go to my homeroom. I rolled my eyes and went and took a seat. You opened your notebook, as you waited for the teacher to come in.

The school day dragged, and I found myself feeling quite restless. Probably didn’t help I hardly slept last night due to upcoming exams. There were a few pop quizzes but nothing too out of the ordinary. Everyone seemed to have gotten a letter from their pen pal, except for me. But considering other people are a tad bit closer to them than mine, it was to be expected. Plus well jail typically had a strict schedule. So I can only assume that was the reason why.

Once the final bell of the day rang, I got up and collected all my stuff. I called my brother in hopes he would pick me up since it was raining.

“Yello~”

“Hey dork, can you please pick me up? It’s storming outside.”

“Yeah, I am already here. I am gonna drop you off, then head off to work.”

“I am on my way!”

I hung up and waved to the teacher and my classmates before walking out of the school. I stood inside next to the doors, before spotting my bothers truck and ran to his car hiding my head with my book bag. He unlocked the door, and I hopped in and shuddered.

“Didn’t bring an umbrella?”

“No, it wasn’t supposed to rain today,” I said and he shook his head and I fastened my seat belt.

“Anyway, I left $20 for dinner, if you didn’t want to cook. And you have mail. I placed it under the $20. I have to go straight in, after dropping you off. Probably won’t be done until late at night, so don’t wait up.”

“Mm kay, if you work too much you are going to get wrinkles, old man.”

“Watch it, brat,” he side-eyed me and I laughed.

“I am just saying…”

“I will throw water on you in the morning if you don’t hush.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Oh, I would…”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Take it as you will.”

“Alright… watch your back, you won’t win.”

“You say that every time… but if I remember the score it’s currently 20 wins for me and 19 wins for you.”

“That’s alright, ‘cause I will win and we will be tied,” I said and he rolled his eyes before stopping outside our house.

“Well get out, I gotta go.”

“Alright geez, you just stopped the car,” I said getting out of the car. I rushed to the door and unlocked it and got out. I waved and he drove off, I walked in and sighed softly going to my room. I tossed my bag in the corner and dried my hair off before changing into some pajamas. I then grabbed my phone ordering (favorite food) before going to the kitchen. I grabbed the letter I received and I noticed it was the letter I have been waiting for. I quickly opened it, and read it. I couldn’t help the smile on my face though it fell a few times. I felt so bad for him, and I made it my mission to make him feel comfortable around me.

I rushed back to my room to grab my notebook and pen before going to the kitchen again to start writing my own letter.

Dear Kazutora,

I am from America, so I am quite away from you haha! And I know, I am barely passing my Japanese class right now. Sad I know… Also, now I am curious about your hobby! So don’t leave me hanging, I promise you can’t scare me away that easily… I literally watch serial killer documentaries before bed. Helps me sleep :P. And I guess that makes sense on the food part, heard the food isn’t too good. Maybe one day if we ever meet I can cook for you! I am a better cook than my brother, he just leaves me money to order food.

You were part of different gangs? For real? I can’t say I have been, then again, I am not much of a fighter or anything. I avoid conflict as much as possible! Even if you did some terrible things, you probably feel remorse for the things you have done. As long as you learn from your mistakes that’s all that matters. 10 years? I bet if you do good behavior they will let you out sooner, after all, you are still a minor.

You were a great choice to write to! I am happy you returned my letter, I was worried you wouldn’t want to talk er write letters back! So I am happy that you want me to continue to write! I won’t stop unless you asked me to. You like animals too!? Any person who likes animals can’t be bad. I have some pets, I will send a photo of me with my pets! They are super cute! I also like rooftops for the same reason but I don’t like to look down and it has to have a railing or fence. If not and I look down I feel lightheaded and feel like I may fall off.

Can’t wait to hear from you!

Quote of the day: Always believe that something wonderful is about to happen.

<;3 (L/N) (Y/N)

I smiled as I read through my letter before going to get (pet’s name) and taking a picture. I smiled widely and snapped the photo before kissing my pet’s cheek and snapping another photo. I printed the photos and added them to the letter before adding the address to the envelope and placing it in the mailbox.

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Ocd having me at the clutches and I wanna escape but I'm so scared of loosing compulsions and habits I've had for so long.

One of my biggest compulsions that I'd do sometimes since 13 is going to google/quora/reddit to "be prepared" for the scary situations i "could" go through (me just seeking reassurance by searching solutions for my intrusive thoughts). Whether its health anxiety or fear of me doing those morally wrong things, I will go to search what to do or how to prevent it. It didn't become a problem or chronic until early last year (2023), now I'm having a hard time preventing myself from searching the simplest shit and I feel embarrassed and crazy.

- (Example)

Me: *Brain plays long detailed scenario where I am with friends, I'm so happy, going places like the mall and feeling safe to be myself then suddenly I'm hated by them, or they laugh at me, or they find out my mistakes or the things I feel horrible about from my past. Or maybe it will just be me yelling and treating my friends/mutuals like shit and ruining the love I have* (this will play over and over again in my head as I try to tell myself its all fake and negative, that it wouldn't happen and that if it did who cares cause its not happening at the moment. Telling myself that I would never treat my friends bad because I would never want to hurt anybody.)

Me: *goes to google and searches "what should I do if my friends abandon me at a mall?", "how to tell if im being a burden to my friends", "how to tell if my friend is pretending to like me?" "How to tell my friends about my mental health without coming across as trauma dumping"* (A process which is not only exhausting but very repetitive. I will search these things to reassure myself and be prepared and see other experiences online for if it happens to me I can be "safe". It can be any topic and I will search and go on quora, it can take hours of my days. Days in a row I'll research the same shit and keep reading the same answered responses on quora hoping that I'll somehow find the answers I seek, to just end my anxiety and doubts but it never happens. I only found out a couple weeks ago that this was a compulsion and I've been working so hard on it but I'm scared to let it go cause the fear of the unknown is too much for me, I'm used to reading the things online and searching stuff....I'm trying so hard to just go cold turkey on it, but I'm scared I'll miss it too much or that somehow something bad will happen. The joy of ocd -_- This disorder is hell but I want to take my life back, living with this for slightly over a decade has not been fun and I rather have the pain of treatment then continue the suffering of endless reassurance seeking.)

I know my friends love me and that I overthink due to trauma responses and ocd, its terrifying to be uncertain in life....I know its not easy for anyone but having a disorder that eats at me, convincing me that im a horrible person or crazy is genuine hell. I do my best to not seek reassurance from friends because its not their fault my brain works like this, I don't want people thinking I don't have trust in them...I really do love my friends deeply, I'm just afraid of being hurt and its so stupid cause I've never been given any reasons to feel this way in any of my current friendships but the memories of past friendships makes my mind obsess over being certain on everything when life doesn't work like that. I do my best to be mindful and tell myself "how did they act when we last spoke?, did they seem upset? No?.... then everything is fine", I will look at old memories and messages to remind myself that its all okay and that I need to trust my own judgment more instead of my intrusive thoughts, because they are not me!

Anyway yeaaa its late but I can't sleep cause my brain just wants to keep researching how to fix problems instead of accept the uncertainty. I know someday I'll get better and not struggle with this as much but for now I am taking it one day at a time hoping that nobody grows tired of me, my trauma responses, and ocd.

I'm proud i can be where I'm at now, it doesn't seem like alot but compared to 2022 I'm better at knowing when scenarios are fake (yes....I used to genuinely think I was hated or being annoying because of my thoughts in 2022 and would obsessively ask the person as a form of seeking reassurance).

#• luna lavinchi speaking •#luna talks #actually ocd #ocd thoughts #living with ocd #living with cptsd #neurodivergent #mix of c-ptsd in there too 🤭 (silly)#just ranting a bit but wanted to share what was on my mind. its hard to be vulnerable especially when it comes to my ocd fears but part of-#-exposing myself like this in a public setting helps me analyze my irrational ocd thoughts and hopefully help others to know they are NOT-#-alone. anyway ily mwah mwah /p #(p.s if i misspelled words ignore that....its abt to be 2am and my mind is a bit static-y rn)

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percontaion-points · 6 months

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Edible Delectables chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“It’s very nice to meet you Kara, we’ve heard a lot about you.” Jason’s dad winked at him, and Kara could see Jason blush slightly.

“Jaime,” Jason muttered, and his dad grinned, showcasing the same beautiful smile Jason possessed. Could a man in his late-forties be considered adorable? Because this man? He was.

I’m confused, is the narration trying to tell us that Jason is in his late 40s, or Jason’s dad is? Because if it’s his dad, then I have to say that the math ain’t mathing.

Kara did an internal Snoopy dance at the implication she was gift enough to their son.

What the fuck is this even. Who sits down, writes this, and goes “Yes. Perfection.”

Oh, who am I kidding. There’s literally no plot, and the author got bored with her own story after chapter 9. No editor bothered to even think about looking this over.

Evalyn had already met him, but that was before they had declared themselves a couple, and somehow it felt different now.

Chapter 13 summary: We jump to them bringing the tree back to Jason’s place and setting it up. After, Jason builds a fire, which they proceed to have sex in front of. Because of course. However, this sex scene is also glossed over, so I legit don’t care.

On Christmas eve, Kara goes to meet Jason’s parents, Jennifer and Jeff. Jamie turns out to be dating Kara’s friend Ryan, who hasn’t been seen or heard from since the first chapter, so I legit forgot he existed. And let me tell you that Ryan and Kara have way more chemistry than she does with Jason. They have more in common than simply wanting to bang each other.

Anyway, because the author has given up, there’s a lot of content that goes into this Christmas dinner. But literally nothing that I’d consider to be remotely relevant to literally anything. I ended the chapter barely reading anything, because it was that fucking dull.

As they’re driving home, Kara unzips Jason’s pants and starts to give him road head. But even that is glossed over! Then the chapter ends with a random hint that they’re going to be spending the day with Kara’s father, Eva, and Eric. It’s like the author forgot to take out her “in the next chapter…” teaser from when this was a fanfic.

Chapter 14

Kara was equally shocked to find a brand new, bright red mp3 player in her hands. According to the package insert, this little baby recorded video, played live radio, and had sixteen gigs of storage.

Nothing quite like immediately dating your story.

“Sure thing,” Jason answered, although truthfully he would rather stay in the kitchen and help Kara with dinner. Football had never really held his interest.

They settled in the living room, Paul in the recliner and Jason next to Eric on the couch.

[...]

“What are you into?” Eric asked, dumbfounded.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh internally at the direction of their conversation. “Well, I’m a doctor, so I don’t have a whole lot of free time, but when I do, I guess I like to read, do crossword puzzles, visit with family, listen to music, play the guitar…” Jason trailed off, unsure of when exactly he’d turned into a woman, and hung his head, “Please don’t take my man card away.”

Imagine being an author. You can write literally any single thing that your heart desires. And you CHOOSE to write toxic masculinity.

And Jason made it to the interstate before falling asleep. The man really wasn’t a big drinker.

Chapter 14 summary: When Kara wakes up the next morning, she randomly decides that she’s in love with Jason. But decides to hit the brakes on that, since by her own admission, it’s only been a few weeks, and that’s literal crazy talk right there. She wakes Jason up, where they have more glossed-over sex. After they’ve had breakfast, they exchange presents, which are both an mp3 player.

They then drive down to Huston (from Austin), where Kara’s dad, Paul, lives. After the introductions are made, Paul starts asking Jason what his opinion on guns is. Since he’s a doctor, Jason obviously has seen his fair share of GSW, and obviously has a poor opinion about them. As a Texan, Paul loves his guns, and doesn’t seem to think much of Jason’s attitude.

When Eric and Eva show up, the boys go into the living room, where they start watching football. It’s tedious and dripping with the author’s casual sexism; I cannot. Jason gets drunk, and practically accosts Kara in the kitchen. She’s alone in there; where Eva went is beyond me. But the author is clearly bored with even this, and skims over the present exchange, and sends Kara and Jason home. Since he’s still pretty drunk, he passes out in the car before they can get on the freeway.

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Episode 13

I am waking up in my upmarket stylish pent suite in Sandton – within the most expensive square meter in Africa. I could honestly get used to this life. I mean... wow!

My daughter is now living with her husband. I still have casual sex with her father. I am driving a Ferrari and a Bentley. I am living it up! Suddenly, all those years behind bars were worth it!

I am making my way to Tholoana Kingdom today. I want in on some critical projects of the church. I'm thankful for the legal church that Laura and her family are running, but I'm ready for real work. I am meeting up with Thabi Mohale, Ona Mohale and Khotso Mohale. I'm sure Maboko Seete will be there too, but with him, all I can do is just look at him. I can't touch. I can't even let him touch. So, I'll dress in something nice so that him and I enjoy looking at each other.

I take a bath, lotion myself and dress up like the real Maphuthi Ngwenya. My bags are packed so all I do is just leave. I'll have breakfast when I land in the kingdom. I don't want to miss my flight.

As I drive out in my 2-door Bentley Continental GT Sport Coupe, I dial my daughter to check in on her. Only Thandeka the ex-wife needs Nathi to buy her cars and houses. Me… I’ve only ever wanted sex from that man.

"Hey mommy", she answers her phone.

"Sthandwa sami, kunjani?"

"I'm good. I'm still asleep. Why are you awake so early in the morning?"

"I'm going on a business trip, baby. My flight is in the next hour, so I want to beat traffic and make it there on time."

"Oh okay. Ubuya nini?" She asks me.

"Probably tomorrow. Why?"

"Senzi invited his parents over ukuvula indlu and ukuyithandazela. I was hoping that you, dad and Khanya would also come. Khanya and dad have confirmed. Khosini is still annoyed that it's you that is coming and not his mother. So, he won't be here. Will you be able to come?"

"Of course I'll be there, baby. I'd cancel my trip if you even told me it's today. Just text me all the details. Ngizofika." I say.

"Thanks mommy. Well, enjoy your trip and I'll see you tomorrow", she says.

"Thanks baby. I love you."

"Love you, mommy."

We hang up.

It feels good to be her mother. I know it's late. I know it's missing the building blocks. But I'm glad she's letting me in anyway. I'm happy that there's enough room for me and Thandeka in her life. I'm thankful that when only one of us can come to something, she chooses me.

My flight was good. I flew first class. Economy class sometimes gives me the hibijibies of prison. There's too many of us in one space. When I land in the kingdom, Khotso and Ona Mohale are the ones waiting to pick me up. Khotso is the one looking at me like a snack. I smile at him too. Yes, he can definitely have me. By the way, he's the single twin brother now. His wife, Remo, divorced him because he cheated with some soccer player's widow. Then he tried to marry that girl, but things didn't work out because Remo threatened that girl to the core. Apparently, she went madhouse on her... stalking her, moving shit in her house then hiding, messing with the breaks of her car and causing the poor girl to use taxis because she no longer trusted cars after accidents caused by that lunatic, driving her into a mental institution even. Lol! Remo made the side-bitch pay for the role she played in ruining her marriage. And when that Ndalo girl was threatened by social services to have her kids taken from her because of her being so unstable, she dropped Khotso and told him he wasn't worth it. So, the Mohale chief leader is single!

"Gentlemen", I greet them.

Some men-in-black creeps who are apparently the Mohale security take my bags.

Ona greets me with a handshake and smile. Professional, okay.

Khotso hugs and lays a kiss on my cheek. But it's that hug man... you know that hug that tells you that there will be more fraternising as the day goes on... I hug him back and even brush myself slightly past his penis. He holds me tighter. I think the deal is done.

"You look good", Khotso tells me.

"So do you", me.

"That means I look good too. We are identical twins", Ona says.

"Yeah, but you have two wives to tell you that", I say.

Khotso laughs. He still has his arms around me.

Ona looks at us, shakes his head then says, "We need to get going. You can fuck each other later."

I ride in their Maybach with them. They are both busy on their phones and tablets. So, I switch on my phone and check my messages. I have a few work emails that I reply to. I don't understand how a church can be run this corporate. I'd be keen to know if these people even pay tax. I should actually ask Laura. When I'm done replying to work emails, I check my text messages. Wandi has left me the details of her lunch what-what that she's planning. I reply and confirm, yet again, that I'll be there. She sends me smiley faces and asks me if I've arrived in the kingdom.

"Yeah. Just headed to my hotel now", I reply to the text.

"Senzi's mom wants me to work in her office now that I'm marrying Senzi. Apparently, I have to be close to the first lady. I told her I'd work in your office instead. She's giving me hell and Senzi says he's not getting involved. He knows his mother doesn't like me. Why would anyone want me to work with her?" Her text message.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll sort it out. You'll work in my office." I reply via text.

"Thanks mommy. Enjoy your trip." Her.

I send her kisses.

We arrive at the Royal house.

"I thought I was staying at a hotel", I say.

"Why? We have enough room here." Khotso says.

"And we are just on time for breakfast. Everyone is waiting for us", Ona.

Who the hell is everyone?!

I am led to the dining table. Ja, everyone is here. Ona's two wives are here. Ona's twins and their wives. Ona's other four kids are here - including Thandeka's child - are all here. Khotso's two kids are here too. Then the grandkids are here too. This is a big table. And there's just a lot going on. The queen-mother passed away, so she's the only missing person at this table. Ona and Khotso did not take her death well at all, but everyone says that they took it better than they took King Mohato Mohale's death. But at least the queen-mother is now reunited with her man.

We are already digging into the breakfast and the table is very chatty.

"Aus'Phuthi", a child calls me.

I look up from my plate. It's Khotso's daughter, Rena.

"Yes?" Me.

"Do you have any children?" She asks me. But she's smiling at me. I heard she doesn't like anyone. I heard she's a bit of an ice queen.

"I do. I have one child. A daughter. But she's all grown up and married now." I say.

"I see. Do you miss her?" She asks me.

I look around the table. All the adults are observing us carefully. Khotso is even smiling at us.

"I get to see her every day, so at least she's still in my life. Plus, I didn't lose her. I gained a son too. So now I have two kids." I say.

"Is that how it works? So if I get married, my dad would gain a son and not necessarily lose a daughter? I thought getting married meant leaving behind your family and focusing on your new family", she says.

Yoh, this kid's questions. At breakfast vele? Her brain is this active so early in the morning?

"I'm not allowing anyone to take you away from me, baby girl." Khotso rescues me a bit.

"So, my husband would become Mr Mohale?"

We all choke on our food a bit.

"Did someone ask you to marry them, Lefatselabarena?" Ona enquires.

"Not really", she says.

"Not really?!" Khotso and Ona both say.

Ja no, this conversation.

"Someone tried. But he's not worth it. So, I'm not interested." She says.

Ona and Khotso look at each other. This child is a teenager. Khotso has told me that she is in grade eleven and is nervous about how she will be when she is in matric. He keeps telling me he was wild in matric to a point where a fellow matric student passed away at a weekend away where they were celebrating their eighteenth birthday. So he isn’t entirely excited about Rena turning eighteen or going to matric.

"Aus'Phuthi, have you ever been married before?" Moloko asks me. He's Khotso's son.

Yerrr!

"No, I haven't." Me.

"Would you ever consider getting married?" Moloko asks me.

I take a deep breath and say, "Probably not."

"Not even to our dad?" Moloko.

Now I seriously choke on my food. These kids stare at me, waiting for their answer. I'm just drinking water and trying to get the food to go down the right pipe.

"Well, we think that you are pretty and we think that you are cool. We wouldn't mind if you married our dad", Rena says.

I'm still coughing on the food I'm choking on.

Yoh!

Ona and Khotso set me up! I should’ve gone to that hotel.

…

We are in Shaka's office now. The pope. Maboko Seete is here. But he's son is here with him. They look like brothers. Zithulele is also here with his two sons. The Mohales are here with their boys. I notice that Reahile is very close to Khotso – much closer than what he is to Ona… and he’s biologically Ona’s. But I have also been told that Reahile just chose Khotso to be his father and Khotso is the one who has been raising him. Ona has tried to bring him closer, even letting Reahile stay with his second wife. But apparently, the minute that Khotso settles with a stable woman – stable enough to even live with Rena and Moloko – Reahile will move into that house with his wife and kids. I feel for Ona a bit. I’d die if Wandi chose another woman over me to be her mother. But bonds are bonds I suppose.

Thabi is here so I don't feel as singled out as I would have been had I been the only woman here.

Shaka finally walks in with his son, Ntuthuko.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", he says as he walks in.

We are all silent.

"Phuthi, welcome." Shaka says.

I nod my head.

"We heard your cry about wanting to be more involved in the church. We had you running mines before you did time. You are good at the corporate face of things. The crime side of things requires a lot of training. And right now, we don't have time." Shaka says.

I don't say anything. I'm slightly annoyed though.

"But I do understand your frustration of working at that church under Laura. Mining is dangerous for you right now. Putting you back there would attract more cops for you, and that's not good for us. I'm thinking a hospital", he says.

We are all a bit confused.

"I'm not a doctor, though". Me.

"You will be managing a hospital that we will be building. It would even make our organ trading a lot easier. Thabi will help you", Shaka says.

"I'm a queen. I can't be -

She's silent now. Everyone is staring at her.

"Will you be able to move to the kingdom? Permanently." Shaka asks me.

I was loving being close to my daughter. But I guess she can always visit.

"Sure", I say.

He nods his head then moves on to the next thing on the agenda. Thabi is not happy at all. At all.

We finish the meeting after about three hours. Then people leave the office. I just want to go and sleep. But the Mohales are my ride. Fortunately, we are driving back to the royal house. I'm dropped off at the guests' wing then they proceed with whatever business that they have for the day.

I spent the afternoon enjoying a nice long bath, romancing myself really with candles as I lotioned myself and dressed up in a cute dress.

There's a TV in here, so I find myself putting on some movie. I don't even make it past twenty minutes. I pass out.

I am woken by a presence hovering over me. It unsettles me because it instantly reminds me of prison. I count to ten before I open my eyes. I'm reminding myself that I'm not there anymore. I don't have to jump out of bed and immediately defend myself so I live another day. I turn around gently then open my eyes.

"Hi", Rena says to me waving her hand at me.

This child.

"Hello", Moloko says. He's even sitting on the bed.

These kids need to learn a thing or two about manners. I mean REALLY!

"We thought we would come and sit with you", Rena says.

I force a smile on my face. What I want to do is tell them to get the fuck out of here so I can sleep.

"We really like you. So, we want to hang out with you", Moloko says.

Gold star for me I suppose.

I sit up and pay them some attention.

"How has your day been?" I ask them.

"It was okay. I got 97 percent for my advanced programming mathematics test, so I'm excited. That thing has made me cry real tears in the past. Before this test, I was two marks away from beating the child that is first in our grade for the term. Now I caught up and I'm number one in my grade! My best friend, Ruri, is number two. But she's number one in English and Social Sciences. Oh, and design. But she has an unfair advantage. She's already a designer. She and her mom have a shop together. I wish my mother were still here", ja, Rena can TALK!

Lord, give me strength.

"You miss your mom, huh?" Me.

She nods her head, feeling so sad all of a sudden.

"I love my dad very much. But sometimes, I wish he could marry someone who at least has a clue. Someone like you." Rena.

She's starting. Moloko has just taken over the TV.

"Have you ever told him that?" I ask Rena.

"All the time. But you know papa. No one tells him what to do with his penis." She says, catching me completely off-guard and I choke on my spit. How old is this child again?

"You need to stop coughing so much", she says to me.

I make some space on the bed for her to climb in. She smiles at me then climbs in.

"So tell me, how can I do some of the things that you'd want to do with your mommy? I know I could never replace her. And I don't want to. But how can you and I have special things that we do together?" I ask her.

She cuddles up to me with excitement.

"You can tell me what the secret is to stay clean when I'm on my period. My teacher taught me how to use a sanitary towel. I didn't even tell my dad that I had started my period." She says.

This breaks my heart.

I wasn't even there for Wandi.

It's sad really. My baby and Rena grew up without mothers. But Rena's mother is a better woman than I am. She passed away. I was alive and still couldn't be there for my only child.

"You know what, I can do that. In fact, twice every month, I'll make sure that we have girls' weekend. Then we can chat and I can just be there for whatever you need... even if I'm not with your dad. Would that be okay?" Me.

"YEEEEEESSSSS!" She screams and says.

I laugh and hug her. She has a very playful spirit and a child-like excitement about her. I don’t think she will be an eighteen-year-old nightmare. I think Khotso can relax a bit. Rena is one of the good ones.

Khotso walks into the bedroom. Yeah, the kids left my door open.

"I hope they are not bothering you", Khotso says. Actually, they woke me up from some really great sleep, dude!

"Papa, Aus'Phuthi will be taking me on girls' weekends every month", Rena says.

Khotso smiles then says, "Really? So, when will she be spending time with me?"

"She said she doesn't need to be with you to do fun girl stuff with me", Rena.

"Oh really? But she's my friend. You are stealing her from me?" Khotso.

"Yep. Me and Moloko. I'm going to do mommy and daughter things with Aus'Phuthi now... like Ruri does with her mommy." Rena says.

Khotso and I look at each other. You can just see that a part of him is still in pain.

"I'm happy for you, baby girl", Khotso says.

"Loko, come on. Let's go get a snack. Daddy want to ask Aus'Phuthi to be his girlfriend", Rena says. I'll probably never get used to Rena's tongue. Like ever.

"Oooooohhhhh la la", Moloko says.

We all laugh then the kids leave, leaving just Khotso and I alone.

"You know, I'm going to fuck you. There's no need for you to suck up to my kids", he says.

"Wow! Now I see where Rena gets that mouth from." I say.

We both laugh.

He climbs on the bed and lies does next to me, putting his head on my lap now that I'm sitting up.

"She also told me that she wishes that you could marry someone who actually has a clue", I say.

"Yep, that's definitely something that came out of the mouth of Lefatselabarena Mohale." He says and we laugh.

"What broke my heart though is her saying that some girl that's her friend has an unfair advantage at one of the subjects at school because she has a mother." I say.

His face also drops.

"She told me her teacher taught her how to use a sanitary towel when she started her period", I continue.

He tenses up.

"You know, my daughter grew up without me too. She was a few days old when I went inside. I came out, she was seven. I went back in before she was even eight. I was never there. Rena's mom is a better woman than me. She passed on. She genuinely couldn't be there. I was alive and she grew up without a mother. She was raped. She was abused. She was moved from house to house every time Nathi's wife didn't feel like having her around. I failed her. I'm a bad mother. I'll never have any of those years back. And I know I'll never make up for it by being there for Rena... I'll probably never even let go of the guilt I feel inside of me for not being there for Wandisa. But, I'll do my best with your daughter - regardless of what happens between you and me."

He holds my hand.

I didn't realise that I was crying.

"You are a brilliant mother", he says.

I don't believe him.

"You were in jail, yes. But I remember a large portion of money from the church paying for some expensive boarding school for your kid because you blackmailed a shit load of people into making sure that your daughter was okay. There's a whole trust set up for her that you said you'd gift her when she goes to university".

I laugh and say, "then she chose to not go to university. I don't know what to do with that money now."

"The bottom line is that even from behind bars, you were a mother. You ordered hits on every man that touched her. You are not the ordinary mother, yes. But you are a mother. A damn good one. And she knows it. That's why she goes above and beyond to "tefa" now that you are around." He says.

I smile at him.

"Thank you", I say.

"Can we fuck now?" Him.

I just burst into laughter.

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Bad Reputation ! ~ Part Four

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader.

Warnings : Foul language, name calling, hatred between Carlos and reader, swearing, annoying, angry words, violence, mentions of blood, fist fighting, kissing, a small makeout scene.

Plot : You and Carlos are the exact same people. You’re both fighters, both have a bad reputation and both hate each other. When one of you is in a fight, it’s usually with the other. A peaceful day cannot pass without the two of being at each other’s throats. However, it wasn’t always like that, the two of you used to be best friends when you were children. Things just keep getting worse between you until one day, the unthinkable happens.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Think it’ll be around 4-5 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @belladonna271, @soumya-13, @simpforcarlosmadrigal, @it-is-up-to-you.

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You had decided to start helping your father with deliveries, it kept you busy and you knew that it’d keep you away from Carlos. However, that was until your fathers assistant said she had to leave quickly and needed you to deliver something to señora Gomez.

She handed you the crate of banners and party hats, you guessed she was planning a party. The assistant locked your fathers stall up as you began making your way through the town towards señora Gomez’s home, which, unfortunately for you, was all the way across town.

After what felt like hours of trekking, you finally approached the elders house and knocked loudly on the door, she answered and you handed her the party stuff. “Thank you, señorita.” She smiled kindly at you.

“Of course, Señora. Adios.” You saluted slightly before turning on your heel and walking away.

You slowly made your way back to town and immediately noticed your father talking with Julieta, your mouth turned downwards into a frown as you slowly approached them. “Si, we would love to join you.” You heard your father say.

“Join her for what?” You piped up from behind him, making the older man jump in fright.

“Julieta has invited us to join her for dinner tonight, to celebrate your eighteenth birthday.” You father stated.

You’d almost forgotten that it was your birthday today, “You forgot and didn’t plan anything, huh?” You asked, cocking a brow as you stared at your father.

“I didn’t forget, amor. I’ve just been so busy lately and haven’t had time to plan anything.” He sighed.

You nodded, “It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t expecting anything anyway, papá.” You let him know, shrugging your shoulders.

You walked away, letting the two continue to plan the night ahead. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your dress before walking away, that’s when you bumped into him. Literally. Right into him. Your body collided with his.

You closed your eyes tight shut, waiting for your body to crash harshly to the floor. However, it never happened. You felt a hand grab your waist and pull you back onto your feet, you lifted your head; stepping back from him as soon as you noticed who it was. You hadn’t spoken to him since you cleaned him up just a week prior, “Um… Thanks.” You mumbled uncomfortably as you rubbed the top of your arm.

He stared at you, “Maybe watch where you’re going next time, cabrona!” He snarled, nudging past you.

Your face curled into a scowl, “Me?! You clearly weren’t watching where you were going either, pendejo!” You snapped back.

He stopped, turning to you, “You’re the one who bumped into me, tonta.” He growled.

“Oh my god, why are you always such a bastardo?!” You groaned, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not always a bastardo. You just bring out the worst in people, cabrona, ever thought of that?!” He said, walking closer to you.

You clenched your fists at your side, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. You could feel the anger inside of you building up and making its way to the surface, ready to spill over at any given point. Now was that given point.

“AY, YOU’RE SUCH A GODDAMN ASSHOLE, CARLOS! I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO GO AHEAD AND BE A DICK ABOUT IT.” You snapped.

He rolled his eyes, “I’M THE DICK?! I’M THE ASSHOLE?! YOU’VE GOT ROOM TO FUCKING TALK, (NAME). CUTTING ME OFF AND NOT GIVING ME A REASON WHY WHEN WE WERE TWELVE! THAT WAS THE BIGGEST DICK MOVE YOU COULD’VE MADE!” He growled at you, getting closer to your face.

“YOU KNOW THE FUCKING REASON WHY, CARLOS! DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T, YOU’VE ALWAYS FUCKING KNOWN.” You screamed.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW, WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GET THAT THROUGH TO YOUR THICK FUCKING SKULL, TONTA!” He yelled.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a long sigh, “I can’t fucking stand you. You’re so fucking shallow and so full of yourself! You think you’re gods gift and you think you can get away with everything because you’re part of the ‘amazing family Madrigal’. Newsflash Carlos, you’re not gods gift and you can’t get away with every fucked up thing you do. You’re not that fucking great!” You snapped.

You could see his fists clenching at the side of his body, he wanted to punch you so bad but something seemed to be stopping him, you assumed it was the thought of being sent away to the city. “Carry on, I dare you.” He snarled.

You cocked a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you leant against the brick wall you had somehow found yourself backed into, “I could go on for days, Carlos. There’s a reason you’ve been living in Camilo’s shadow your whole fucking life, you’re pathetic and stupid and just an outright idiot. You’re just… You’re just a fucking assh-” You were suddenly cut off when his lips crashed against yours.

Your eyes widened momentarily before you melted into the kiss, closing your eyes slightly. However, it didn’t last long as Carlos pulled back with wide eyes.

You searched his eyes slightly as he stared at you, “C-Carlos…” You mumbled, barely audible.

He stepped back away from you, “Stay the hell away from me, (name).” He said, turning on his heel and sprinting away from you. You watched him go, dropping your head back against the wall slightly as you let out a long sigh and stared at the sky.

“What the hell have I done?” You whispered, closing your eyes momentarily.

Carlos sprinted back towards casita, ignoring the calls of his name as he passed his brother. He ran into the house and headed straight up to his bedroom where he slammed his door and sat at his desk, resting his head in his hands. “What the fuck was I thinking?!” He growled as his door was pushed open.

“Carlos, what’s wrong?” He heard Camilo say as his twin entered his bedroom.

Carlos turned back, staring at his golden counterpart before sighing, “I just made the biggest mistake of my entire life.” He groaned.

Camilo closed the bedroom door and took a seat on Carlos’ bed as he waited for him to go on, “So, what’d you do?” He asked.

“I kissed her. It meant nothing and it was simply to shut her up but fucking hell, it was the single biggest mistake of my life.” Carlos growled.

“Do you like her? Like, are you still in love with her?” Camilo asked.

Carlos scowled, “What?! No! I can’t stand her. I hate everything about her. I hate the way her hair bounces when she walks. I hate the way she snarls at everything, like is it so difficult for her to crack a smile? I hate that when she does smile she could outshine the fucking sun. I hate the way her fingers fidget together when she’s nervous. I hate the way she stutters sometimes when she’s nervous. I hate the way she never really knows what to say to me nowadays. I just… she’s so infuriating and I can’t fucking stand her.” He said. “What?!” He suddenly snapped when he saw the smirk playing on Camilo’s lips.

“How do you notice those things about her if you don’t like her?” Camilo cocked a brow.

“What things? They’re all so obvious.” He told his brother.

“I can guarantee you that nobody else notices that she fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous or that she never knows what to say to you or that her hair bounces so effortlessly when she walks or how her smile could outshine the sun.” Camilo told his brother. “Only you notice those things, Carlos, and that’s because you pay attention to her because you’re still in love with her.” Camilo told him.

“Okay, you know what, you’re leaving.” Carlos sighed as he grabbed Camilos arm and pushed him out of his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind the yellow chameleon before sitting back at his desk.

He placed his head in his hands, sighing slightly;

Could Camilo be right? Was he really still in love with you?

Carlos grabbed a piece of paper and a pen before beginning to scribble a list entitled;

Things I hate about (name).

The fact that she dropped me at twelve for no reason.

The way her hair bounces when she walks.

The way she’s always scowling.

The fact that her smile outshines the sun.

The way she fidgets with her fingers and stutters when she’s nervous.

The way she throws her head back laughing when she finds something hilarious.

The fact that she never knows what to say to me anymore.

The fact that she still owns my fucking heart.

The way her lips taste like strawberries.

The way I can’t seem to hate her at all no matter how hard I try.

Carlos leant back in his chair, staring down at the list before running his hand down his face, “Fuck, I’m in love with her.” He mumbled, barely audible as he placed his head in his hands.

It was hours later, Carlos was still staring at the list in disbelief as his fingers absentmindedly stroked the top of the chameleons head, he wasn’t even quite sure when he’d picked it up off his dresser. A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts, he grabbed the list quickly and stuffed it into one of his drawers before putting the stuffed chameleon back on his dresser as he glanced towards the door. “Come in!” He called out, sitting on his bed.

His door was pushed open and Dolores peered her head around the door, “Hola, mamá said to let everyone know that the (surname)’s will be coming over for dinner soon to celebrate (name)’s birthday.” She let her brother know.

Carlos’ eyes widened, “Shit!” He groaned. “I completely forgot it was her birthday today.” He mumbled, placing his head in his hands.

“I figured you would’ve. That’s why I took the liberty of getting her a gift from you, it’s only something small but I figured it’d be a nice gesture.” Dolores held out a red box.

Carlos frowned and opened it, seeing a maroon hair bow inside with little sequins dotted over the bow, “Thanks, hermana.” Carlos sent an appreciative smile to his sister.

“You’re welco-” She soon cut herself off by jumping in fright. Her eyes going extremely wide in the process.

Worry etched itself onto Carlos’ face, “Hermana, what’s wrong?” He was at her side in seconds, taking her hands in his as he searched her eyes.

She blinked back, staring at him, “She’s in trouble, Carlos. She’s… She’s fighting with Andrés… Again.” Dolores whispered.

“What do you mean again?” Carlos asked.

Dolores sighed, staring at him, “You’ll be best off asking her that.” She mumbled, “Carlos, from what I hear, she’s taking a lot of hits.” She added.

“Where is she?” Carlos asked.

“In that deserted area through the alleyway behind the bakery.” She let him know. He nodded, immediately sprinting out of casita.

“Agh!” You grunted as you took another hit in the stomach. You almost doubled over in pain but managed to stay upright as you threw another punch at Andrés, “I told you, I’m not as weak as I was when we were twelve, Andrés.” You snarled.

He chuckled, thinking of the one thing that would make you weaker, “There’s something I never told you the truth about back then.” He said as he stretched his arms out slightly.

You placed your hands on your knees, turning your head to the side to spit some blood out of your mouth and onto the pavement, “No surprise, you’re always lying.” You cocked a brow. “So, what did you lie about?” You asked.

“Carlos knew nothing about it.” He told you. Your smirk dropped almost instantly, you straightened your body up as you stared at the boy.

“What? B-but you and Daniel said…” You were cut off by his chuckle.

“Yeah, I know Daniel was Carlos’ friend and he agreed with me but he was lying. Daniel was sick of you hanging around and sick of Carlos fobbing him off just so he could hang out with you.” He told you. “Carlos didn’t set you up that day, (name). He knew nothing about it.” He snarled at you, his face inches from yours.

“So you mean, I turned against him for… for…” You began.

“For nothing. Yeah.” Andrés shrugged. “It was Daniel who left that note on your locker.” He laughed.

You stepped back in shock, tears almost welling in your eyes. You’d turned against Carlos for nothing, all these fights and arguments and insults didn’t need to happen. You’d lost your best friend over nothing.

Your shocked state gave Andrés a wide opening, you saw his fist flying your way and you braced yourself for the impact but it never hit. A flash of red whipped past you and you soon saw fists flying, you leant back against the brick wall and slid down it, sitting on the pavement as you closed your eyes and finally let your tears pour.

You wanted to scream, to yell, to yank your hair out, to punch a wall over and over until you stopped feeling pain, but you didn’t do any of those things; no, instead you sat still and just let your tears fall down your face.

Carlos had beaten Andrés, having almost broken the taller boys wrist, he made his way back over to you, crouching in front of you causing your blurry vision to focus on his face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

His brows furrowed as his face turned into a frown, “For what?” He asked.

“For turning against you.” You mumbled.

“Why did you turn against me?” He questioned you.

Your eyes turned downcast out of guilt as you averted your gaze from his face and focused on a piece of pavement.

He stared at you, nodding. “Okay, you know what, we can talk about that after your birthday dinner. Come on, it’s your day. Let’s get to casita to celebrate you.” He told you, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet.

He let go of your hand and began heading towards casita with you following slowly behind him.

The pair of you made it to casita where the family had already prepared and your father was standing having some kind of conversation with Agustín as the pair swirled what looked like red wine in the glasses they were holding.

You and Carlos stared around in amazement, the decorations had gone ignored when he sprinted from the house, “I… I thought it was just a birthday dinner?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“So did I…” Carlos frowned slightly.

“Well, we wanted to surprise you! Your papá asked Abuela if she could help him and señora Gomez to plan your birthday party, last week. The delivery of decorations was sent to Señora Gomez’s house this morning and we set this up whilst you were out.” Pepa let you know, smiling down at you softly.

“Happy birthday, cariño.” Your father cheered as he approached you, kissing your forehead as he did.

“You told me you’d forgotten.” You mumbled.

“How could I ever forget my little princesa’s birthday?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You threw your arms around him, “Thanks papá.” She whispered.

“Of course, cariño! Now go and enjoy your party.” He grinned at you, pushing you further into the house so that you could enjoy your party.

The party was in full swing, the whole town had turned up. It was a joyous evening, but you couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that was settling in the pit of your stomach.

You sent appreciative smiles to everybody that wished you a happy birthday as you passed them whilst trying to push your way out of the house.

You made it outside into the warm evening breeze as you sat on the steps and pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them as you swirled your wine in your glass and let out a sigh; happy to be able to get some air.

“Why are you out here? It’s your party.” Someone asked. You turned your head to see Carlos leaning against the wall beside the front door of casita. You thought back, that was pretty much the same question you’d asked him thirteen years prior, a soft smile graced your face at the memory.

“Golden boy is entertaining everybody in there so.” You shrugged, a soft smile highlighting your features.

“So, wanna tell me why we stopped being friends?” He asked you.

You took a deep breath, finishing the last of the liquid that was in your glass. “It was the last day of the semester, I was getting ready to go home when I found a note attached to my locker telling me to meet you in the bleachers. It was your writing and was signed by you, when I got to the bleachers I saw Daniel and Andrés. Daniel told me that you were sick of me and so you’d sent him and Andrés there to deal with me and get me to stay away from you. They beat me up, I tried my best to fight back but they just wouldn’t stop. I passed out at one point, when I woke up, they were both still there and they told me that you’d set me up and that you couldn’t stand having me around anymore. They said that it’d be best to stay away from you because otherwise they’d be set on me again by you. So when I avoided you that summer, it was because I was healing in bed and asked my father not to tell anybody what had happened. When I recovered and went back to school after the holidays, you and Daniel were laughing about something in the corridor at school, I figured that if you were still such close friends with him then what he said had to be true so I decided to do what I was told and so much worse, I decided to start hating you in return.” You mumbled, staring down at the floor with a guilty expression.

“Since then, I’ve just assumed it to be true. Andrés only just told me the truth when we were fighting earlier. I’m so sorry, Carlos.” You whispered, lifting your head and revealing your tear stained face to the boy.

He stared at you, his fists clenching around the thin fragile wine glass causing it to shatter in his grip as he snarled, “I’m gonna kill them, both of them!” He growled, glancing down at you.

He let out a soft sigh before sitting on the steps beside you, “Why didn’t you just come to me and ask me? Or tell me what happened?” He asked.

“I told you why, I figured you already knew.” You mumbled as he rubbed your back slightly.

You and Carlos sat on the steps talking for a good while, getting caught up on one another’s lives and everything you’d missed out on in the past five years.

You were both laughing together and it felt like you were still best friends that’d just been apart for a while, almost as if none of the fistfights between the two of you had happened at all.

Carlos stared at you as you rose to your feet, grabbing his hands in yours as you did and pulling him to his feet. “What are you doing?” He asked, instantly taking you back to the night of his fifth birthday.

You grinned, “Dance with me! Nobody’s here!” You exclaimed as the music inside the house played loudly. He rolled his eyes before glancing around, grabbing your outstretched hands and pulling you close to him as he began to dance with you.

He was still as good as you remembered. The lessons that Pepa and Félix had made him take had made him really good. He span you around as the pair of you laughed.

You were so lost in each other that neither of you noticed his whole family and your father standing in the doorway, watching the pair of you dance.

Carlos leant forward as the song playing from inside ended, dipping you as it did. Your laughter flowed effortlessly through the air as you stared up at the boy, his eyes flickered to your lips momentarily then met with your eyes again. Your father clearing his throat behind the pair of you caused the two of you to pull apart, Carlos let go of you; causing your body to collide with the floor. Your eyes widened as you quickly stood up and brushed yourself down as the family laughed at your flustered state before the pair of you were dragged back inside to rejoin the party.

The party soon ended, you were leaving the house and Carlos walked you to the door as your father said goodbye to the adults. Carlos stopped at the door as he rubbed the nape of his neck, “So, uh… Would you maybe wanna hang out tomorrow?” He asked.

You fidgeted with your fingers slightly before staring at him, “Y-yeah. I think that would be nice.” You nodded, a soft smile gracing your features.

“Great, I’ll… Uh… I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He mumbled, sending a smile your way.

You nodded as he hesitantly handed you a small box, “Also, I got this for you. Happy birthday.” He said as you opened the box and stared down at the hair bow.

You carefully plucked it out of the box and smiled, “It’s beautiful, Carlos! Thank you.” You grinned, throwing your arms around the boys neck as your father passed you both. You hugged the boy close, “I love it, thank you.” You smiled, planting a soft kiss to his forehead as you placed the bow back in the box.

You didn’t even notice the boys flushed cheeks from your lips connecting with his skin as you span on your heel upon hearing your father call your name.

Carlos watched you sprint out of the door to catch up to your father as he leant against the doorframe, his cheeks flushing red as heat rose up to his ears.

“Told you that you loved her.” He heard Camilo say from beside him.

Carlos rolled his eyes, pushing his twins face away as he turned and headed into the house and up the stairs to his room,

“Cállate, pendejo!” He called over the railings as he closed his bedroom door.

(Translation: “Shut up, asshole!”)

~ Hai! Okie, so I kinda went overboard with this one and went a little bit crazy and this chapter is 3.7k words long 🤭 Oops. Anyways, lemme know what y’all think, angels! I’ll probably be ending it with the next part that I will be posting tomorrow after work hopefully. 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Something Good- Part 3 (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Summary: Tom finds himself growing more attracted to you, but will an unexpected phone call wreck his plans?

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When you woke up from your nap, it took you a second to remember where you were. You could just make out the bass of Tom’s voice through the common wall. He must have still been in the office working. You got up and quietly made your way out of your room and stood in the open doorway. Ever the businessman, he was typing away on his laptop while propping the phone up on his shoulder. Just as you were about to turn away and give him some privacy, he looked up and smiled at you. He motioned for you to come inside before giving you that signature wink. It did something to your entire body when he did that, but you weren’t complaining.

The sight of you standing in the doorway nearly made him stumble over his words. When you turned to leave, he knew he didn’t want you to go. Watching you cross the room and browsing the bookcase, his eyes were unable to look away from the way you lightly drug your finger along the spines until you picked one out and sat down cross-legged in the chair in the corner. His gaze slowly traveled down your form and took in every detail. The way your hair was piled on top of your head in a messy bun was somehow adorable and sexy. You must have not bothered to change after your nap since you were still wearing a faded oversized shirt and lounge shorts that barely reached your mid-thigh. The sound of his name being called into his ear reminded him that he was still on the phone.

“Hiddleston, are you even still listening?!”

“Yes, Luke. Meeting on Tuesday. Don’t be late. Just email me the details. We’ll talk soon”

Before he could respond, Tom dropped the phone from his shoulder and hung up. Hearing him end the call, you finally looked up at him.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. You can still work if you need to.”

He reached up and closed the laptop and leaned back in the office chair and smiled at you for a minute before answering.

“It’s perfectly alright, Darling. You’re much better company than they are anyways. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby! Did you still want to grab some lunch?”

You weren’t expecting him to look at you strangely. The laugh caught you off guard.

“Love, the time for lunch has long since passed. I wouldn’t be opposed to dinner soon though.”

There wasn’t a single clock near you as you panicked.

“What time is it?!”

Tom picked the phone back up off the desk and hit the button on the side to turn the screen back on.

“Nearly a quarter passed six, Darling. I gave in to hunger a few hours ago and made myself a sandwich in between calls.”

Without even thinking, you jumped up from the chair and took the phone from his hand, slightly startling him. Sure enough, the screen read 6:13 pm. Realizing that you were still holding the phone in your hand, you handed it back over as your cheeks blushed. Luckily, he seemed amused by it and not annoyed.

“Oh, sorry. Umm here’s your phone back. I really didn’t think I would sleep all day. I’m sorry, Hollywood.”

His eyes narrowed at you as he slowly slid the device across the desk and out of your reach causing you both to laugh.

“Jet lag can be a killer, Georgia. Don’t fret though. I got more work done than I had planned on doing and got in a nap of my own. I’m sure you must be famished though. How about we order in some room service? The restaurant downstairs is fantastic.”

At the thought of food, your stomach rumbled in agreement.

“Yes, please. I’m starving.”

“Let’s get you fed then. I need to send off one more email before I call it a day. If you want to start looking over the menu, the book is in the left drawer of the island in the kitchen. I’ll join you in just a moment.”

He watched as you excitedly bounced up from the chair and quickly exited the room. A few minutes later, the final email was sent off and he checked his inbox one last time for anything urgent before closing the laptop again and turning off the light. Tom turned the corner to find a sight that stopped him in his tracks. You were leaning against the island as you browsed the book in front of you. With your back facing him, he had a magnificent view of your perfect backside and your incredibly long legs. Taking the chance of getting caught, he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and studied you. His mind immediately went to sinful thoughts. Bringing you back to his suite was a dangerous game, but as he watched you lift onto the balls of your feet to stretch out your calf muscles, he was so glad he had taken the chance. As if it was the easiest thing in the world, you bent your knee and threw your leg up behind you as your fingers grabbed your ankle. The sound of satisfaction that left your lips made him bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a sound in return. Finally, he moved to join you in the kitchen before you turned to spot him.

“See anything you want, Darling?”

You looked up at him and smiled. When he walked past to grab a water from the fridge at the far end of the room, you moved the menu book aside and hopped up to sit on the counter and brought the book into your lap. As Tom turned around while taking a swig of the water, he nearly choked. His dirty thoughts quickly returned as he watched you cross your ankles and absentmindedly kick your feet in a slow rhythm.

“Hmm, everything? Is that an option?”

Tom laughed as he made his way over to you.

“That can be arranged if that’s what you desire, Love. Order whatever you like. It’s my treat. I’ve had nearly everything on the menu at this point and I’ve yet to find something that wasn’t amazing.”

His hands settled onto either side of your hips as he caged you in. Looking up at him, his eyes were now browsing the menu in your lap. At this height, his face was only inches from yours. You hoped he hadn’t heard the way your breath caught at the sudden closeness. The smell of his cologne invaded your senses and made it impossible to think. His eyes flicked up to yours, catching you off guard. The intensity of the ocean blue stare had you frozen in place. You hadn’t even realized you had been holding your breath until he finally spoke.

“Well, Georgia? What’ll it be?”

When you didn’t answer, the raise of his eyebrows broke the spell.

The menu. Look at the menu.

“Oh, right. Umm, I was thinking the steakhouse burger? I’m a sucker for a good cheeseburger and fries.”

Tom’s fingers lightly grazed the side of your legs as he turned the menu to face him. After browsing it for a minute, his arm slid around behind you without looking away from the book in your lap. As he leaned into you, his lips were now a breath away from yours. It would take nothing to close the distance between the two of you. You swallowed hard as his hand reappeared from behind your back and he returned to his previous position with his cell now in hand. He finally looked back up at you as he put the phone up to his ear.

“Yes, this is Mr. Hiddleston in the Ashford Suite. Can we get two steakhouse burgers brought up please? Fries are fine.”

His eyes finally broke away from yours as you pointed down at the menu in your lap. Tom let out a soft chuckle and looked at you again.

“Two slices of chocolate cake, as well… Do you have vanilla ice cream, by chance? Perfect! One scoop on the side, please. That’ll be all. Alright. Thank you.”

He set the phone down next to you as he closed the menu. Tom’s fingers lightly grazed down the back of your leg as he lifted it up to his hip. Using his right hand to keep your leg in place, his left opened the drawer underneath you and returned the book back to its spot. He smirked as he gently lowered your leg back down to rest against the island before he turned to walk away.

“Beer or wine? Or I have water if you prefer?”

You tried to compose yourself before speaking again.

“Uh a beer sounds great right now.”

With his back to you, it gave you a chance to get a good look at him. His dress shirt and slacks from this morning had been changed out for a t shirt and jeans. He must have also showered at some point because his hair was no longer slicked back with gel. The dirty blonde curls were free and slightly unruly now. His head turned to the side to grab a bottle opener from the drawer beside him and you noticed he was sporting a five o’clock shadow from traveling the last two days. You weren’t sure which version of him you liked more, his perfectly put together profession side or the relaxed laid back man in front of you now.

When Tom returned with two beers in hand, he set them down next to you and put his hands out in front of you. With a smile, you placed your hands in his and hopped down from you seat on the island. He handed one of the beers to you and kept his other hand around yours as he started to head towards the living room.

“Actually, hold that thought.”

He looked back at you with a concerned look.

“I should call my mom really quick and let her know I made it here safe and that I’m not lying in a ditch somewhere. I promised her I would check in.”

Tom chuckled before letting go of your hand.

“Of course, Love. By all means. Wouldn’t want her to worry. It should be close to lunch back in Georgia so now’s a good time to call.”

You took a swig of the beer before handing it off to him and heading off to your room with a wink. It was his turn to blush this time. Pulling your cell phone from your bag, you realized you never turned it back on and weren’t surprised to find a few messages from her already. She answered on the second ring.

“Sweety! Your flight landed hours ago! Where have you been? I tried to call you when I woke up this morning.”

“Hi, mom. I miss you too.”

When you giggled, she let out a sigh and relaxed a little more.

“Yes, I made it here safe and sound. I just ended up sleeping most of the day since I didn’t sleep much on the flight. It’s dinner time here right now.”

With a much calmer voice, she asked the question you knew she wanted to know.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that you’re doing okay, sweetheart. Did you find a place to stay?”

How could you word this without causing her to go into Mom Mode?

“I did, actually. It’s kind of a funny story. Do you remember those Marvel movies I made you watch with me a few months ago when I was back home?”

“Were those the superhero ones with the cute bad guy?”

You unsuccessfully tried to hide your laughter and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Yes ma’am. The person in the seat next to me on the flight ended up being Tom Hiddleston from those movies.”

“You met a famous person? Well, look at you Miss Fancy Pants! Now which character was he?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head. You really hoped that Tom couldn’t hear you from the other room and lowered your voice just in case.

“Loki… The cute bad guy. He and I actually talked the entire flight and when he found out that I didn’t have a place to stay, he offered to let me stay at his place-“

Mom Mode activated.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE NOT SHACKED UP WITH SOME GUY IN LONDON THAT YOU JUST MET!”

Knowing to stay silent until she was done, you let her get it all out before trying to clarify.

“Mom… will you please let me finish?”

Her deep sigh let you know that you had better explain and fast.

“It’s not like that, Mom. Tom is a really nice guy and he only offered because apparently, it’s impossible to get a good hotel room at the last minute and he didn’t want me to stay somewhere that wasn’t safe. He’s staying at a huge suite at a really nice hotel downtown and I have my own bedroom and bathroom across the suite from his. He’s been a complete gentleman, Mom. Please don’t be upset. I made a friend on the plane who just happens to be a guy. That’s all. He wants me to enjoy my trip and said he would show me the sights after I rest up from the flight.”

She was quiet for a moment and you weren’t sure yet, if that was a good thing or not. The next sentence sent a chill up your spine.

“Put him on the phone, please.”

Somehow, you found your voice and tried to object. You didn’t even get past the first word before she used “the tone.”

“Y/N, let me speak with him. I will not ask you again.”

“Yes, ma’am. Hold on one second.”

You put the phone against your chest and took a deep breath before returning to the living room. Tom was reclined on the couch nursing his beer with his feet propped up on the coffee table. He smiled at you as you called out to him.

“Umm hey Tom?... She wants to talk to you…”

He sputtered and coughed on the swig he had just taken before putting his feet on the ground and sitting up. It was almost as if he was the one in trouble now. The sight of his wide frightened eyes made you grin.

“Me? Your mother would like to speak to me?!”

You closed your eyes to hide your embarrassment and nodded your head. When you heard his bare feet quickly cross the tiled floor, you put the phone out in front of you without opening your eyes. When you felt his fingers take the cell phone from you, you peaked open one eye to gauge his reaction.

“Uhh… This is Tom…. Yes ma’am…Mmmhmm… No ma’am…”

The look on his face told you that he was going to pay you back for this.

“Of course… Yes ma’am, I understand… Mmmhmm…”

He covers the bottom of the phone as he mouths to you silently. You can still hear your mother giving her speech.

“Name?!”

“Oh uh, Catherine!”

Tom takes a deep breath and waits for a break to get his response in.

“Catherine, I can assure you that I have only but honorable intentions with your daughter. You have raised an amazing young woman and I only want to guarantee that she stays safe while traveling alone in London. If it makes you feel better, let me give you the contact information for the hotel we are staying at as well as my personal cell phone number.”

Before you could say anything, Tom disappeared into the office with your cell phone. You were too stunned at the events playing out in front of you to follow him. A few minutes later, he reappeared with a smile on his face this time.

“I’m sure my publicist, Luke, will be able to confirm that I am a respectable young man. Of course. Call anytime. Mmmhmm. Yes, we’ll talk soon, Cat. Here she is.”

You snapped back to reality as he handed you back the phone and chugged the rest of his beer on his way to the fridge for a second one. There was no doubt that your face was bright red as you put the phone back to your ear.

“Hi, Mom.”

Her tone was a lot more cheerful.

“That Tom of yours sounds like a delight! He promises he will be a proper gentleman and will watch out for you during your trip. If he crosses any lines, I have told him I will be on the first flight out. You just say the word, Darlin’. I will let you get back to dinner. I love you, Sweetie!”

“Of course. I love you too, Mom. Have a good night.”

Once you hung up, you held the phone against your forehead and refused to open your eyes for a long time. When you finally did, Tom was leaning against the island with his legs stretched out in from him. His position just oozed arrogance. The beer was up against his lips as he tried to hold back his laughter as he watched you. You stared at each other in an extremely awkward silence, until he finally spoke first.

“Wow, Georgia… Less than 24 hours in and I’m already meeting the parents? This is moving a little fast for me, Darling. Maybe I should have switched seats…”

Tom let out a loud deep laugh as you threw your hands up in the air with a frustrated cry and returned to your room.

Part 4

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dancingamongstdust · 3 years

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sdc group when their partner sneakily joins their Egypt mission? And they only find out when it's too late for them to return?hcs pls?

Yes! My first Jojo's request! Hopefully I get more of these in the future because I love this show.

· You didn’t even make it onto the first plane before you sensed Jotaro’ large presence standing behind you.

· You turned around with a big smile and tried to pretend that it was a complete coincidence to see him there. He just stared while you slowly made your way through the boarding terminal with your ticket out.

· His plan was to send you home the moment that you next landed.

· The fight with Tower of Gray caused a problem with that plan though the stand itself had little effect on your trip. You only noticed when the group went bustling towards the cockpit, their tones betraying the importance of what was happening.

· You had ventured over and asked about the situation.

· The majority of the group had attempted to usher you out and Jotaro didn’t even respond. Still, Star Platinum kept you safe when the plane hit the water and you were practically carried into the lifeboat with the rest of the group.

· Your comment about the trip being more hazardous than expected earned you a glare.

· The rest of the group didn’t realise anything was special about you until you all arrived in Hong Kong officially and Jotaro led you alongside them to the hotel.

· Details about your relationship with him were quickly brought up after that though he seemed content to mostly ignore everything that was said. You found yourself enjoying the conversation with Joseph though he too felt that the trip was too dangerous for you to be on.

· Jotaro didn’t share a room with you in the hotel, instead having his grandfather get you one that was next door to his.

· Before he could disappear after making sure you were safe, you quickly apologised and asked if he was upset. He was always quiet but there was a heaviness to the air that made you feel as though you’d upset him.

· He told you that you hadn’t and that was the last of that.

· You missed your flight the next day when it became clear that Dio hadn’t sent just one person after the group. Star Platinum’s tendency to hover in front of you (whether you could or couldn’t see him) made it clear that you weren’t to be put in danger.

· Jotaro thought it would make you an easy target to send you back alone after you had been seen with the group.

· He was right and you quickly found yourself an occasional target for those who didn’t know any better. They never injured you badly but scratches and bruises became expected as you continued on the journey.

· Jotaro wasn’t affectionate normally but his coldness built up until one day, you asked if he resented you being there and apologised for your brash actions. You had no idea that the things they were involved in broke the lines of reality and fiction.

· He stared at you for a bit before sighing and wrapping one arm around you.

· That was all that you needed to fling your arms around his middle and squeeze him as tight as you could.

· He didn’t need to say it for you to understand that he didn’t hold it against you. Despite the constant danger that you were in, he had found himself calmer about the situation thanks to your presence. It would have been a much harder trip without you being there.

· Kakyoin thought he saw you several times but brushed it off as wishful thinking until toward the end of their Singapore stay.

· You were remarkably good at remaining undetected but more and more creepy things were happening, and it made you want to be closer to the group. It felt like the better option if you were putting yourself in danger anyway.

· There was a moment of silence when you made eye contact – your attempts at sneaking around now thwarted.

· So you raised your hand and waved.

· Kakyoin wasn’t sure what to think. For a second, he was sure that he was imagining it but your reaction to his unexpected departure had been suspicious in hindsight. You had gone from being devastated that he was just leaving without warning, to supportive about whatever he had to do.

· And this would be why.

· You made a joke about being mildly codependent when you sat down next to him, awkward and unsure of how he would react to you being there. It was followed by a question about his sun tanning wear that made him chuckle.

· Somehow, he wasn’t overheating in his uniform even though you were dying in just casual summer clothes.

· You apologised for not telling him that you were coming but pointed out how weird he’d been acting for the past few months. Sure, he had gone back to normal afterwards but you were worried. Especially because you knew fully about the slightly weirder aspect of his life.

· Whether you could see him or not, you felt Hierophant Green appear at the mention. He wrapped around your waist as usual. Close even when Kakyoin couldn’t be.

· As if to prove your worries correct, the first thing you found out after spending a day at the pool (pretending that you were just a couple on a regular vacation) was that an imposter had been walking around as Kakyoin.

· The others weren’t entirely on board with your presence and Kakyoin wasn’t happy with the amount of danger you were in.

· Several times he attempted to convince you that it would be safer elsewhere. He even asked Joseph to get you a plane ticket home at one point but each time you would see or experience something that added to your worries.

· The only way you were going home was if he was with you.

· You managed to remain mostly out of danger despite everything. The main threat you faced came in the form of Death 13 who quickly found a way to manipulate your cares for Kakyoin.

· After the first nightmare, you had started staying up later to make sure he was okay before going to sleep – thwarting the stand’s plans in a substantial way.

· When he nearly lost his eyesight, you didn’t sleep for days on end. You sat alongside the bed and waited for him to recover. Often, you’d think you should call somebody back home to let them know what was happening but he always asked you not to.

· While he was recovering, he asked you again to go home. The trip had almost doubled in danger and he didn’t trust Hierophant to be able to protect you fully.

· You refused once more and reiterated that you had come this far.

· You weren’t going to be going back without him at your side.

· Yeah, Polnareff wouldn’t have noticed you were following at all if it hadn’t been for Jotaro.

· It was shortly after they had arrived in Varanashi and you had accidentally drawn attention to yourself by laughing at Polanareff’s attempts at flirting with Nena. Though he himself hadn’t noticed that you were there, Jotaro had and he quickly come to the conclusion of having seen you before.

· You had made eye contact with him and quickly realised that continuing to hide was going to turn dangerous.

· So you waltzed over to your very distracted partner and draped yourself over his shoulders, playing with the earring and smugly smirking at whomever he had been flirting with.

· He was a flirt, that part you had never minded, but it was always satisfying to show off that he wasn’t truly available.

· Not having expected your sudden appearance, Polnareff had almost fallen over in his scramble to get away from you. After the shock subsided however, he had gasped and swept you into the air with an excited greeting and a seemingly endless stream of French.

· After you were put down, he rapidly introduced you to the rest of the group before realising that you weren’t meant to be there.

· You gave Jotaro an apologetic smile and mentioned that you hadn’t meant to cause trouble with your following.

· He had rolled his eyes and gone back to staring at nothing so you had to assume it was all fine now that you had shown you weren’t an enemy.

· Polnareff on the other hand had begun interrogating you to find out exactly why you had been in India when he remembered saying goodbye to you in France. Though admittedly, that memory was hazy due to the fleshbud having been in effect during time.

· When you explained his suspicious behavior was why you had followed in the first place, he gathered you close and squeezed you as tightly as possible.

· Your unexpected appearance came at the right time. After the bittersweet experience with the Hanged Man, Polnareff had been struggling and you acted as the best possible solution.

· You are a distraction, that much quickly becomes obvious, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

· Unfortunately, you did end up getting injured quite frequently while you were with the group but never once did Polnareff mention sending you home. You were never hurt in a way that would leave more than a small scar.

· The others did suggest it once but Polnareff had instantly shut that down.

· He could make sure you were safe. Why wouldn’t he want you with him at all times?

· You got quite a bit of attention during the trip, primarily from other men who all took great interest in you. It was entertaining to see the contrast between your casual attraction of attention and Polnareff’s active seeking of it.

· The only time either of you got actually jealous during the trip was of Iggy who had quickly realised how to exploit both of you.

· Surprisingly, you managed to follow the group all the way to Singapore before you were spotted by Avdol.

· You could have made it further still without notice but you had been so worried when their ship didn’t arrive in time that you just ran into Avdol the next time you saw him, hugging him as though he was going to slip from your fingers and never return again.

· Avdol was confused though he held it in well enough, just stroking your hair and reassuring you that he was alright.

· After you had calmed and pulled away, he touched your cheek before asking what you were doing there.

· You just shrugged and he sighed.

· Introductions happened then and you made an incredible impression on the rest of the group. Apparently Avdol had been sending you updates about his trip but due to your following, nothing had gotten through and you had to be caught up with everything they had learned.

· Stands were far from a foreign concept to you but you found yourself fascinated by the newer ones.

· Magician’s Red came out shortly after you had examined Silver Chariot closely – betraying Avdol’s otherwise well-hidden jealousy. He simply smiled and winked when you had given him a look because of it.

· He knew their trip would be difficult but Avdol couldn’t bring himself to send you home.

· You had spent such little time together since his first encounter with Dio (him having to flee Egypt shortly after) and he genuinely missed you more than he cared to admit. Additionally, Avdol was very certain that their group could protect you with the combination of knowledge and power they had.

· Avdol kept you well protected while you travelled. Nobody suspicious even got close to you while you were near him.

· He guided you away from dangerous situations with a hand around your waist and a smile on his face. You never even knew there was a problem. Those who got too close quickly found themselves at the mercy of Magician’s Red.

· Even if you couldn’t see his stand, the warmth of its presence would quickly alert you to its appearance. If you could see it though, Avdol would find it harder to brush off things as ‘precaution’ though he would still try.

· After his initial encounter with Hol Horse, you felt your entire world shatter around you.

· That was the end of your journey with the Crusaders as, after he was stabilized, you refused to leave Avdol’s side. You tended to him as best as you could while secretly hoping that he wouldn’t rejoin their quest after this injury.

· But as he recovered you realised that wouldn’t be an option.

· You volunteered to come with him again. Though you hadn’t been much help on the earlier parts of the journey, he was still injured and could probably use your assistance.

· The incident had been frightening to both of you however and when he next left, you weren’t with him. Before he left, you clutched at his clothing in a silent plead for him to stay.

· After the submarine disappeared beneath the waves, you sat down on the beach and just stared at the ocean for hours to come.

· You got to India before he noticed you and it was a complete accident.

· There was a problem with your hotel booking so you had to remain in the lobby for longer than anticipated – a hand propped on your hip and a bored expression on your face. You hadn’t anticipated that the group would make their way downstairs again, a problem with some missing room service.

· Honestly, he really should have noticed sooner given that the additional charges were coming from his account.

· To the others, nothing was wrong. Joseph just kind of stopped walking and you offered a simple smile in hopes that neither of your covers would be blown.

· He didn’t allow that to last.

· His shout of confusion made everybody jump and you turned around sheepishly. There were a few seconds while the rest of the group realised that you were the source of the commotion so you volunteered your information.

· You had been worried after Joseph’s stand developed (having been there when it happened) and you realised something dangerous was going on. While you weren’t planning on getting involved, surely it couldn’t help to at least know what was happening. From his stories, he didn’t exactly live the quiet life.

· Avdol – having met you before – had a feeling that you were trailing him and is pleasantly surprised to be proved correct.

· Joseph was irritated and worried and happy all at once which resulted in a half-hearted but very loud complaint about why you couldn’t understand what the word ‘dangerous’ means.

· He immediately demanded that you take the first plane home and you very simply responded with ‘no’.

· This resulted in a pretty one-sided argument where he continuously tried to urge you to stop being stubborn and just get back to safety. Your response remained the same to pretty much everything until eventually you just smiled and said that it was good to see him.

· That flustered him enough to cut off his tirade.

· A small silence was broken by the return of the hotel receptionist who couldn’t find a spare room to make up for the booking not coming through on their system. She began apologising when Joseph cut her off.

· It didn’t matter, you would be staying with him either way.

· Avdol sighed and commented something about having to change rooms when the question was finally asked by a very irate Jotaro.

· Who the fuck were you?

· There was a great deal of awkward stammering from Joseph before he eventually settled on saying that you were his assistant. You raised an eyebrow at that but went along with it.

· Though it was obvious that nobody believed it, the matter of your identity wasn’t pushed any further.

· You stuck around after that, mostly remaining at the hotel, and occasionally getting slightly hurt. Joseph made very sure that you remained far from any potential stands and you really didn’t mind that all too much.

· A rule was quickly made to make sure you weren’t ever left alone but that was just fine. You ended up dragging Joseph into too many stores, him complaining about it all the while, until you both left with at least one bag each.

· Jotaro didn’t warm up to you for a long time and even then, it’s more tolerance than anything else.

· The trip didn’t leave you badly injured but it strengthened your relationship with Joseph more than you had ever expected.

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Love Bites - Robby Keene

Request- You could write about Robby, where after a tiring day of training at both dojos (the reader is a part of Cobra), they decide to spend the night snuggling and watching some movies, but apparently Robby can't keep his hands behind himself...nor the lips, and ends up giving the reader many love bites. You can also make other students question about the marks on your neck the next day (they know about your relationship, but they don't support you very much) and she's is super calm about it, but Sensei ends up listening and getting a little embarrassed hahaha.

Name/Pronouns used- no name, none

A/N- Creds to my friend Maddy ( @bi-myselfff ) for helping me with this

Warnings- Making out- it gets a bit heated, hickeys, suggestive talk, the tiniest mention of bad mental health

Rating- PG-13

Word Count- 1238

Robby had just messaged you, saying to come over to his place. Apparently he’d had a hard day. Well, that would make two of you. Sensei Lawrence had worked you all to your limit in preparation for the All-Valley Tournament, and according to Robby, Mr Larusso had done the same.

You had been dating Robby for a year. You had been there for him with his family issues, and he was there for you when your mental health got bad. You were each other’s safe haven.

***********

“Robby, I’m here!” You called as you opened the door. As you looked around the room, you were met with the sight of Robby standing in front of what looked like a pillow fort.

“I thought that maybe we could order a pizza, and have a movie night?” Robby asked, with a small smile.

“Of course we can,” You smiled, walking over to give him a kiss, “But first, can I use your shower? I need it after today,”

“Hard day too?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Sensei worked us to our limit. I swear it was...” You trailed off, seeing Robby break eye contact, “Sorry, I know that you don’t like it when I bring him up,” You apologised.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise. It’s just still hard to hear about him, after everything that’s happened with us, y’know?” He said, looking back at you.

“I know,” You smiled at him, “Anyways, I smell, so I’m going to go shower. You still have some of my clothes right?” You asked.

“Yeah, they’re in the top draw of my dresser,” Robby answered, “Hey, do you want me to order the pizza while your in there?”

“Yes please!”

“Do you want our usual?”

“Um...yeah. Thank you!” You thanked him, before heading off to the bathroom.

***********

You walked out, fresh clothes on, to Robby, who was waiting for you. “The pizza will be a few more minutes,” he said, “So we have time to pick out some movies. What do you want to watch?”

“Harry Potter marathon?” You said, with a smile.

“You know it,” Robby returned the smile. The doorbell rang, Robby answered, and payed the pizza guy. “Ok, you still need to see the inside of the fort,” Robby said.

He lead you in, and you looked around. Fairy Lights were strung up around the top, pillows and blankets lines the floor, and Robby’s laptop was set up to play the first movie.

“Robby, you did all of this?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding?” You grinned, “I love it!” You kissed him, “Thank you,”

“Of course. Now, lets eat our pizza, and watch some Harry Potter.”

***********

You were cuddled up in a blanket in Robby’s arms. Your pizza was long gone, and you were part way through The Prisoner of Azkaban.

Robby, decided to get a little handsy, running his hands up and down your sides, his fingers grazing the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. He started kissing your jaw.

“What are you doing?” you asked, shifting to look in his eyes.

“Showing you I love you,” Robby said, before connecting your lips again.

His lips demanded entrance to your mouth, you parted your lips, letting his tongue crash into yours. The kiss gets more intense and passion but you don’t feel scared or unsafe in his arms, you feel right at home.

Robby’s lips trailed down, sucking hard. You could feel his teeth nibbling, and biting on your sensitive neck, leaving sweet, tender love bites.

Needless to say your movie was long forgotten.

***********

Robby felt you stir in his arms, kissing your head, then whispering in your ear, “Wake up baby,” you opened your eyes, immediately being met with the warm gaze of Robby’s green eyes.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked, with a teasing smile.

“You just looked cute,” he smiled.

“Last night was fun,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, it was, " Robby said, tightening his embrace around you, “I don’t want to let you go,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Your gonna have to babe. We both have training again today,” you noted, pulling away from his arms, and going to get up.

“Nooo, baby don’t leave me,” Robby whined, reaching over to you.

“Robby, no, come on, we’ve got to get dressed,” you said, and Robby pouted.

“Fine I’ll get dressed, but I want kisses after,” he reasoned.

“Ok, but only because I love you,” You said, before walking to the bathroom to get dressed.

You were just about to put a clean top on, when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your neck and upper chest was covered in hickeys. “Robby! Get in here!”

“Yeah,” Robby said as he opened the door, “Oh...”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ indeed,”

“I...love you?” Robby tried, giving you a sheepish smile.

“I love you too,” you said, “Ok, get outta here and get dressed, before we’re late,”

You didn’t really care about the love bites that littered your upper body. You mainly brought them up to tease Robby. Any anyway, your T-shirt and your Gi would cover most of them on your chest.

“Ready to go?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Babe,” Robby answered, kissing you, “And, sorry about the.. y’know,”

“It’s ok. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course. I’ll call you later, ok?” he said.

“Ok. Bye, I love you” you smiled.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

***********

You arrived to the dojo, greeting everyone, and sitting down on the mat. “Woah, what are those,” Miguel pointed at your neck.

“Looks like Y/N got some last night,” Hawk said, taking a closer inspection of the marks.

“I mean, I don’t like how your affiliating with the enemy...” Aisha started, and you rolled your eyes, “...but, damn, respect,”

“I gotta say, I didn’t know you or Keene had it in you,” Hawk stated, with an impressed look.

“Well, now you know,” you smirked, “It was pretty...interesting shall we say,”

“Quiet!” Sensei Lawrence shouted. “Everybody fall in,” You took your place on the mat. “Mr. Diaz, warm them up”

The class seemed to go pretty quick. You were all working on perfecting roundhouses, and how to use them on a moving target. You had noticed that Sensei didn’t make eye contact with you at all, though. You decided to talk to him, as you’d finished.

“Hey, Sensei,” you said, poking your head round the door of his office, and seeing him drinking a Coors.

“Hey Y/L/N, what’s the problem?”

“Not really a problem. It’s just that...I noticed that you didn’t really make eye contact when you were talking to me today, and I wondered if it was something I maybe did?” You said, tentatively.

“No, it’s not really something that you did. More who you uh...did,” He said, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I um heard you talking to Hawk, Aisha and, Miguel. Maybe in future, make sure that I’m not around when you talk about that subject,” He said, flushing slightly.

“Yes Sensei,” You said, trying not to laugh, “Goodbye,”

“Bye,”

You chuckled to yourself after you left. That was awkward to say the least. However, you did learn your lesson, and made a mental note not to talk about it again, when it was a possibility that Sensei could overhear your conversation.

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frosted-night · 3 years

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Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one. This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

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