#Oh my poor Nash

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

And sure enough, Chimney proves again why he can't keep a secret. LOL

Love how they didn't show Lucy's reaction to that one but Bobby's. Right now, Firedad is going 'WTF is going on in my house??? I can't leave my kids alone for one single second... You know what? Everyone's grounded!'

#poor firedad #someone give bobby an excedrin or twelve #he's going to need it #the 118 #118 firefam #911 fox #911posts #911 5x18 #'these freaking kids! athena he's YOUR son!' #'oh now he's MY son?' #*buck looks up with sad and kicked puppy dog eyes* #'okay he's my son' #*bobby sobbing hysterically* 'no he's OUR son!' #*bobby nearly knocks athena over to rush to give buck a hug* #bobby nash #911 lb #firefam #911 5x18 lb

[flippyspoon]

Note: Here have a little TOS Spirk ficlet!

Morning Routine

Kirk was already heading to the bridge, having skipped the mess to have a quick breakfast in his quarters, when he saw Spock marching toward him and wearing a smile so subtle anyone else would have missed it completely.

“Nope!" Jim raised his hands either in surrender or defense, he wasn’t sure which. “No, no absolutely not, Spock! Not today!”

Spock stopped short and tilted his head, all innocence. “Captain?”

“I know your game, mister.” Kirk wagged a finger at him as Spock approached. He backed up a few steps, relieved at least that the corridors were still empty this early. “I know what you’re about to do! You’re gonna say something that’s gonna have me blushing and riled up all day on the bridge and I won’t have it! Now you’ve done it twice this week already! Enough’s enough!”

“Captain.” Spock narrowed his eyes. “Jim. I do not know to what you refer?”

“I see.” Kirk leaned against the wall and Spock stepped in yet closer. There was still a whole hour to go before the beginning of their shifts and they were both more than happy to spend it like this. “I see how it is, Mr. Spock. One day we’re necking in your quarters and the next thing I know you’re calling me Jim during work hours-”

“Our shifts do not begin for fifty seven minutes-”

“Giving me your little bedroom eyes-”

“Sir, if one of us is guilty of so-called bedroom eyes, it is certainly you-”

“If things go on like this, soon we’ll be scandalizing poor Chekov right there on the bridge.”

“I am told Chekov won the wager regarding our inevitable coupling. I doubt he would have any serious objections.”

Kirk scowled, but his smile contradicted any ill feeling. “And now your jokes are even getting better. It’s alarming, Spock.”

“Captain, I do not want to cause any embarrassment or, as you have termed it, butterflies this morning. I was simply reading a fascinating Vulcan text after my mediation and I thought you might be interested to hear a recitation. It is verse from the poet T’Pola.” He blinked at Kirk, hands clasped behind his back, looking suspiciously agreeable.

Standing this close to Spock, Kirk was already experiencing the aforesaid “butterflies” and he cleared his throat, crossing his arms in front of him as if he might ward off the inconvenient thrill of Spock leaning in, batting his purple shaded eyes in some mysterious way that seemed utterly guileless. 

“Oh. Hmm.” Kirk nodded, his gaze drifting to Spock’s lips. “Vulcan poetry? Um, well.. Can’t be that saucy, I suppose. Sure. Go ahead. I’d like to hear it.”

Spock spoke in low and purring tones, close enough to kiss Jim’s ear: “T'nash-veh ashaya nam-tor wuh yel…au min-tor na' nash-veh.”

He leaned back and watched Kirk, who blushed scarlet, his mouth hanging open, his eyes blinking slowly. “Uh…ah. Hmm. And um…what…how does that…translate then?”

“My love is the sun,” Spock said softly. “He shines for me.”

“Ah…”

“I will see you on the bridge shortly then, Captain?”

“Mm. Mmhmm.”

Kirk watched Spock walk away which was almost as pleasant to him as watching him walk in his direction, just as Bones approached, looking vaguely concerned. “Jim? What’s the matter with you? You got a fever? You look like a summer tomato.”

“He did it again,” Jim sighed, shaking his head. “He goddamn did it again.”

#spirk #tos spirk #k/s #kirk/spock #tos

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @devirnis @shitouttabuck @thewolvesof1998 @anxieteandbiscuits for Fuck it Friday!

Here’s a so far contextless line from ER nurse au p.3

Buck sometimes wonders, or worries, if he is a glue trap of a person. Easy to become attached to until people suddenly start gnawing their limbs off to try and get away, leaving him to carry around the bloody stumps forever. Maybe that’s not fair. Oh, poor glue trap.

And a bit of a scene from part one

It’s almost an hour before he manages to, unwilling to entirely abandon his job because a pretty man said please. There is a lull, though, eventually, and he makes his way over to bed fourteen where Robert Nash has just returned from an MRI. Eddie tries not to blink in surprise because it’s- it’s Buck’s dad, it’s his father, except Eddie must have been getting something wrong because somewhere on Buck’s chart the name Philip Buckley is written in cramped letters next to a mother named Margaret. He blinks away curiosity and reaches for his chart, nodding a hello. Ceiling collapsed on patient. Ouch. He’s looking over the treatments already administered for various cuts and bruises and trying to figure out how to subtly ask hey man, you okay when Nash starts the conversation for him.

“I know you all don’t have the MRI results for me that quickly.”

Eddie looks up to Nash smiling with an eyebrow raised. “No,” Eddie says, word stuttering in a little laugh. “Turnaround times are- still what they are. No, uh-“ Eddie breathes in, decides on honesty. “Firefighter Buckley was asking after you.”

Nash’s smile gets a little melty, his eyes get so soft. He shakes his head a little and says “You have kids, nurse-“ a glance to his name tag, “Diaz?”

“My son,” Eddie says, thinking that maybe he hadn’t entirely misinterpreted things after all.

“I seem to keep collecting them,” Bobby laughs. It’s a good laugh, Eddie smiles along. “I’m alright. I’ll be sore as hell tomorrow, but I’m fine, you can tell him that if you see him.”

@butchdiaz @buckactuallys @rogerzsteven @burins @shortsighted-owl if you have anything to share!

#fuck it Friday #tag games #wip

[tetsunabouquet]

Could you do some Nash nsfw headcanons please??

The yandere version of this (18+) -Considering he is portrayed to be the 'poor version who had to work where he get' of Akashi, I think he has some similarities to Akashi in bed too. -I can actually imagine Nash to have some sexy, poetic liners in his book. "Your expression makes my nether regions feel like they were caught afire, my little dirty angel." -Definitely has a corruption kink. -Which is why he's totally a virgin killer. -Nash had some bets on a few virgins with the other Jabberwock members. -Like, rom-com betting on taking their virginity. -Cute bookworms are his favorite type of virgin. -Have you ever seen those hentai, where an innocent girl gets corrupted into a total slut by some dick? That's Nash' style. -He makes you wear toys in the library. -He's reading a book in the library, calmly, as he turns up the volume. -During college years, when you are stuffed in the library, worrying about your important tests, guess who quietly smirks as he watches you try to concentrate and be on the verge of a panic attack? Oh yeah, Nash. -When you send him that pleading look, he gives you his okay sign, which means 'yes I will fuck your brains out in the bathroom'. -The moment he makes enough money with basketball to buy himself a nice place, he'll turn it into his bachelor pad. -When he starts dating you, prepare yourself, because he will defile every room with your love juices. -Your aroma is his favorite. -He loves it rough, but he can be patient if he wants too. -Nash will break you as he pleases, and have you crying and biting down your gag as he pounds you. -You bawl and bawl in his bed as he pushes you over the edge once he introduces the newest toy he bought for you, pleasuring your sensitive areas as his pulsating cock ravages you. -His aftercare skills are the best out of the Jabberwock team.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #nash gold jr #team jabberwock #virgin killer

[foxes-that-run]

Sweet Creature

Harry said that Sweet Creature is about one person, and that he will never say who, adding if he would never tell them it wasn't about them. I think the protagonist has changed since it was written. It was a closer in the Live on tour set, and often emotional like this time in New York.

It was played once on HSLoveOT at Wembley. Harry talked about Gemma first bringing him to London for xfactor and he’d “like to play a song for her tonight”. He thanked London. So its matured in meaning and he sung it to Gemma, who had a baby 8 months later:

19 February 2016

At the Troubadour (at 21:40) on it's launch 19 May 2017, Harry said Sweet Creature was written a few weeks after his birthday 1 February 2016. It was written at the Village in Los Angeles. There is a photo of him at the studio on the 19th February. He also said it was the first song he wrote “for” the album (1:22). Harry said that one song (two ghosts) was written before leaving the band but everything on debut except 3 songs were written between July and December 2016.

Sweet creatures opening melody is similar to Blackbird by the Beatles. Blackbird is a McCartney song, interestingly, Harry was photographed with Ringo at the Clive Davis Grammy party. From I'm Not Happy (possibly the same night) and Pop Tart it might have been the first time they saw each other after the 2015 BBMAs 8 months earlier, 1D had been touring for most of that.

Cry “O sweet creature!” then kiss me hard

‘Sweet Creature’ appears in Shakespeare’s Othello. A tragedy, Othello is newly married to the beautiful (and faithful) Desdemona. The villain, Lago resents Othello and drives him mad by insinuating that the handsome and charismatic Cassio had an affair with Desdemona. Lago tells Othello that he heard Cassio talk in his sleep:

In sleep I heard him say “Sweet Desdemona Let us be wary, let us hide our loves.” And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, Cry “O sweet creature!” then kiss me hard…”

It’s a really interesting reference. On one hand, Harry is singing with genuine affection and fits the imagined role of Cassio. However, as described in Woman Harry was jealous and he’s also the villain, messing with CH, in a laughably effective way.

If the Othello reference holds, Desdemona had also not cheated on Othello. But by 28 February Harry tweeted 'You can shake an apple off an apple tree.' And by April 29 that may have changed (Illicit Affairs / I did something bad).

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

In out of the Woods and interviews about it Taylor talked about the relationship being tentative and plagued by challenges and poor communication.

Harry did not know where he was going, One Direction was broken up and although he started recording he had not signed a solo record deal.

TS and HS were unable to let each other go for years, often singing about belonging, or eventually being together. Particularly Someday, Satellite, As it Was, The 1 and End Game.

[Pre-Chorus] And, oh, we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know But oh

'Two hearts one home' references Hopelessly by Crosby, Stills and Nash hoping on Harry’s Another Man Mix Tape. “They are One Person / They are Two Alone”, Nash was longing for Joni Mitchell, an idol of Taylor’s. This line is often read as referring to Gemma and when played it again in 2023 Harry agreed. However I think it wouldn’t have been dropped from the set if it was about Gemma.

In 2016 though, his 'home' was not a building. In the first 2 minutes of the Fine Line interview with Zane Lowe Harry talks about not feeling at home and feeling lost in his house in London on a 5 day 1D break, and glad when it ended. Taylor was a home of the heart, a part of his world and separate to the band. Woman Exile has more on ‘home’.

The idea of one’s sweetheart being home is in the Notebook, Harry’s favourite movie. Old Noah says it to his kids when they ask him to come home with him, his wife is his home.

[Chorus] Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

‘When I run out of road’ reminds us of the amount of Driving in Haylor songs. But this is referring specifically to Harry’s anxiety going solo and trust/hope that Taylor would be there for him. 7 months later in New Years Day she agreed: “I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, Or if you strike out and you're crawling home”

[Verse 2] Sweet creature Running through the garden Oh, where nothing bothered us But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

I think here though the Garden is the beach at Taylors Rhode Island home, (bought when they first dated) where the 1989 and 1989 TV covers and rolling stone beach shoot was. This shoot is referenced in the videos for Style and End Game.

Similar lyrical references are in Cruel Summer (snuck in through the garden gate to seal our fate), Blank Space (Rose Garden filled with thorns) and Betty (In the Garden would you trust me).

Not speaking is also a common theme, best put in Fine Line: "Spreading you open Is the only way of knowing you", and The 1: "And if you wanted me, you really should've showed."

And he posted this when it was released

#haylor #sweet creature #harry styles #Youtube #harry styles debut #hs1

[olsenmyolsen]

That Funny Feeling

Part 17 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~8.4K

masterlist

MK POV

It's like Y/N saw a ghost or, in this case, heard a ghost.

"Who's that?" I ask, trying to read her face. She eyes me. "You'll see." What the hell does that mean? She holds her hand to me—a signal to let me know it'll be okay. I hope.

Y/N opens the door in almost a robot fashion before her mouth opens and speaks out, "Hello, mother."

Fuck.

A surprise mom visit.

"There she is! My beautiful daughter!" I watch the older woman walk in with a suitcase and bombard Y/N into a hug. I move my eyes to Y/N, who slowly reciprocates the gesture.

From the side, Y/N and her mother look scary alike at first. Both freckled covered faces. Ridged noses. The same eye color. Good cheekbones.

Okay, that was a weird one to point out.

However, Y/N must get her legs from her dad because she towers over her mom. Like she can put her head on her mom's head. I never thought of it, but Y/N's gotta be 5'9"? 5'10"?

The hug ends, and I'm not sure what to do. Do I get up and introduce myself? Y/N looks a little stressed, so maybe I should leave? I watch Y/N's mother look over Y/N before lightly tugging at the end of Y/N's shirt. "So this is the place, huh?" Her mom begins looking around the studio apartment. Oh no, she's slowly turning her body to me. "I only ever see it when we FaceCh-" I've been spotted.

"Who are you?"

Y/N POV

Okay, rude mom. The proper thing to say would have been, "oh my goodness, I didn't realize you had a guest over because I was too busy not telling you that I was paying you a surprise visit to make you feel bad about yourself!" I think to myself as my eyes roll. I grab my mom's suitcase. I pick it up to move it out of the way, but this bitch is heavy.

I watch MK, and I can see her mind is struggling. I step up and answer for the poor Olsen. "Mom, this is my friend MK." MK thankfully knows how to be formal and polite as she stands up to give my mom a handshake.

"I thought your name was Max?" Okay, it's that kind of day. My mom is going to try to bicker about every little thing.

"I have another friend named Max. This is MK." I state again, so Mary-Kate doesn't have to speak up. They shake hands, and I see MK doesn't know whether to sit back down or not. With my mom's back still to me, I motion for MK to sit. She catches me and puts her butt on the cushion.

"Well, nice to meet you, MK. You're a gorgeous girl. I assume that MK is short for something?" Mom. "Mary-Kate." She speaks up. I mouth the word sorry to her. I watch her eyes dart to me as she gives me a small smile.

"Ahh. I see." My mom now takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, her eyes still darting around the room as she still talks to MK. "Mary-Kate, like those Olsen girls." Oh, God. "Remember those girls?" My mom looks toward me. "You use to have their VHS movies and copies of Full House. You loved them!" My mom turns to face MK now. "She would go on and on watching them. There was one summer she had to fall asleep watching those movies that those little girls made. I know this because it got so bad and to a point where once the movie ended, her body knew. So she'd wake up and restart the movie."

Praying I get bit by a radioactive spider or something, so I can shoot lasers at my mom. She's so embarrassing and oblivious it hurts. MK's eyes flicker to mine, and she starts to laugh quietly at the death glare my mother is receiving.

"Yes, it happened. For one summer. Please, mom, stop."

"What was the name of the other one? Nash?" I huff. "Mom, you know it's Ashley. Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen. Please stop bringing up my embarrassing childhood moments."

"Ashley. That's right! I wonder what they're up to now." Is she for real? "I'm sure they're doing fine," MK says with a teasing smile that only I see. I go to open my mouth, but my friend stops. "Who was Y/N's favorite, Mary-Kate or Ashley?" I can feel my body tense. I turn my eyes, already meeting MK's. Dead. I mouth to my least favorite, Olsen.

"I think it was that Ashley girl. But Y/N sometimes had a hard time telling those twins apart." Kill me. "Okay, mom! Please stop! Thank you." I shoot daggers at MK. She gets the hint and closes her mouth too.

"My friend doesn't need to hear these kinds of stories right now." I plead.

My mom looks at the tv with Godzilla still on pause. "Is this what you girls have been doing all day?" I have to physically stop myself from rolling my eyes. "No, mom, believe it or not, I worked today. I got up extra early too. I went on a run, went to work, talked to my- some significant people, came home, and THEN I started watching this movie. MK came over 'bout 20 minutes before you did! We also ordered dinner too. I would've had MK order you a plate if I knew you were coming! But did I know that? No!" I take a breath. "It-It's like you thrive off the stress you put onto me!" I exhale. My mom looks at me, shocked. I never go off on my mom, but she's been so frustrating lately, and for her to do this really sent me to the edge.

I want to say sorry. But I stand my ground. I stay standing as she looks at me. I see MK looking out my living room window out of the corner of my eye. She probably wants to jump out of it.

"I thought my own daughter would be happy to see me." Now she's doing this. "Mom-" "No, it's alright. I'll go to my hotel and take the first flight in the morning back to Nashville. Your home." She throws in. I wish she would stop saying that. It's not my home. Where I live is my home. The place where I don't feel people watching me. The place where I actually have friends that I love. The place where I met my girlfriend. New York. This is my home.

My mom goes to get up. I know she's hurt, but I know she's trying to get me to apologize and cave. I may cave, but I'm not apologizing.

"Mom." "It's quite alright, Y/N." My mom states firmly before grabbing her suitcase and leaving out my door, slamming it shut. I take a huge breath in and turn to my friend. Mary-Kate Olsen. She looks like a lost puppy. "It's complicated." She nods at me. I walk over to her and wrap her into a surprise hug. "So big fans, huh, and here I thought you knew nothing about us." I scoff. "It was one summer." "Sure, Y/N." "I knew about you two. I promise you I had no idea there was a third." We stop talking, and I try to relax my body.

"MK?" "Yeah?" I move out of the hug. "Can you go wait in my room?" "Uhh yeah, sure." She quickly gets up without a second thought and heads into my room. I feel a shouting match about to start with my mom, and even if it's outside my apartment, I don't want MK to be able to hear it.

I firmly wipe the palms of my hands off and step out my door, chasing my mom down the hall.

"Mom, stop." She ignores me as she presses the elevator button. I've lived here long enough to know that I got at least 20 seconds before it gets here. "Mom." I finally plant myself next to her. "Can you just come back inside? Please." "I thought you didn't want me here." She spits out. I'm so tired of this. I'm finally in the best place I've been in.. in.. forever? Maybe? I don't know. But I'm finally feeling great about myself, about my life, and today she decides to pull this stunt.

"Mom." I make sure my tone is softer than it was 2 minutes ago. "What did you think was going to happen?" I've observed my mother for too long. I watch as she shuffles her feet continuing to not answer me. She does that when she knows she's in the wrong. Will she ever admit it? No.

"You show up to my place for the first time out of the blue? What's, going on? What is this really about?" I stare at her blank face as the elevator dings. "Fine. It's not like we're on the best terms right now anyways." I huff out before I turn away.

I make it about two steps away before I feel my mom grip my wrist. I sigh and put my head down. I wanted her to tell me what was going on, but at the same time, I wanted her gone.

"Don't speak that way to me." She pulls me, causing me to turn to her. "I am your mother!" I rip my wrist out of her grasp. "Mom-" "I just wanted to see my baby! I wanted to see you! Lord knows you're not coming back home. And fine. That's fine! But I wanted my daughter to look me in the eyes and talk to me. Actually, talk to me-" I can't tell if this is real or bullshit, so I choose to interject.

"So what just 'cause I'm not returning "home," you think you can just barge into my small slice of life I have here?" "A life I gave to you" "Don't! Don't do that." I take a breath and run my hand through my hair. I can feel my hand bounce off my scalp as my nerves work through my body. My mom watches as my eyes begin to water. She reaches a hand out, but I take a step away.

"Yes, mother. Thank you for reminding me for the four hundredth and sixty-second time that you gave me a life. A life that was tailor-made to be better than the one you got. But guess what, mom? Maybe I didn't want that? Did you ever think about that?" I stop and sniff my nose. "Why do you think I went to Syracuse, literally one of the farthest schools I got accepted to, instead of Vanderbilt? I wanted to figure myself out without you!" I take a breath in as I let the tears fall. I shuffle my feet and shift my weight from one leg to the other.

"I turn 25 this year, for fucks sake! I thought I knew for the longest time, but then everything changed." "And I supported you." I hold my hand up to her. "Yes, you both did."

You both did. I repeat to me and only me.

"But, you know that's not what I'm talking about." I sob out as I cover my eyes. "Why are you really here, mom? Don't bullshit me. Because if you're about to say it's because I don't come home or I'm rude on the phone... I can't do this right now. You know the reasons I never want to come back. And so if that's the reason you think I'm short with you on the phone, then guess what, mom, that's not the reason."

My moms eyes are filled with hurt and regret. I know it, and she knows it, but I can't stop my mouth now.

"Sometimes it's because I'm fucking tired and the last thing I want to do is answer your stupid question about why I'm not going back to school, or the do I really want to work at a coffee shop for the rest of my life question? You already know the answers!" I swallow. "Other times, it's because all I get is a look from you that screams every word but joy. And maybe you don't mean to make that face because I know you're worried for me. I do. But guess what? You don't have to keep worrying. I'm in a good place. So maybe sometimes I don't want to talk because I don't want to talk! But then still there you are, and most of the time... i-it's because- it's like you call me up just to put me down. I s-swear it's like you only want me to be happy when it's convenient for you! Like today! I was having a great day! A great fucking day, and look at where we are now."

I can't see my mom anymore through the tears. I'm feeling every emotion in this one second, and I can't stop crying. I've never done this to another person before. I've never felt my chest become so light. I've never felt that funny feeling. I don't know what to do.

"Mom?" I croak out of my sore throat as I feel a person wrap their arms around mine. They shush me and start rubbing my back, letting me know it's okay. This action causes me to break down even more. I'm like full-on hyperventilating now as I bring my head down onto my mom's shoulder. I for sure know it's her because I can smell the coconut shampoo she's used all my life.

"Pumpkin?" My mom pulls out of the hug and gently puts her hands on my face. "I'm sorry, dear." Wow, that's maybe the third time in my life I've ever heard those words escape her mouth. She leans my head down and kisses my forehead. In response, I put my arms around her again and continued sobbing. My neighbors probably heard everything, but luckily no one came out. I can hear my mom saying things to me, but I can't concentrate enough to make out the words. So instead, I give her the tightest hug I've given her since we lost Davey.

My Dad.

That's when it hit me.

"Mom?" I whisper into her shoulder. "Yes, pumpkin?" "Todays, the day, isn't it?" My mom doesn't respond. Instead, she pulls back from the hug and puts her arms on mine. It's like we're standing there supporting each other. She slowly lifts her right hand and brushes my hair out of my face.

I blink, feeling a few tears slip out. "Two years to the day, Pumpkin." How could I forget? No really. How could I fucking forget? I look down at my mom, and I see her face clearer now.

She looks heartbroken. Maybe because her only child just yelled at her and complained that she ruined her life. Perhaps it's because that same child forgot the death date of the only father figure she's ever known. Or maybe she missed her kiddo. She missed having her family. She was tired, and she needed me.

"Do you hate me?" I genuinely ask.

My mom doesn't immediately respond, which makes my brain go crazy. She takes my hands into her own and pulls me to the nearest wall. She makes us sit down and let out bodies lean against the wall.

"Y/N?" I turn my face to the sound of my mother's smooth and soft voice. It reminds me of days when I was sick as a kid, and she took care of me. "I could never hate you." Tears begin to slip out her eyes. "I'm so sorry for ever making you think I did, sweetie. I care for you so much." She places a hand on my face to push back my tears. "I want what is best for you, and I try and push you because I know what the world is like. I was just trying to be the best mom you could ask for. I was trying to be better than my own mother. I never meant to push you away or make you think I never wanted you as a daughter. I love you with every bit of my old heart." I let out a breath of air through my nose and smile at that last part. "You're not even 50, mom."

"But I will be soon, Y/N. I want my daughter in my life for that day and all the years that follow." She thought she had lost me. "I'm so sorry for how I've acted. I didn't want to lose you, Y/N. I just love you so much. I'm so sorry, Pumpkin." "I'm sorry too, mom." I reach over and hug her. I hug her like I haven't seen her in years. I hug her like she'd never see me again. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetie."

MK POV

I'm sitting at Y/N's desk, and it's a lot cleaner than the last time I was over like she's actually using it.

I'm trying to get my mind to focus on anything in this room. I've heard some yelling from out in the hall, but I chose not to listen to the words being screamed. I've distracted myself with my phone, but emails can only be so much fun.

As I skim over the desk, I notice she has a couple of books and journals on her desk. I take note at how similar they look to the ones in the living room. Except some of these are years old. I pick up a journal with the year marked 2019 on it. As I flip through some of the first few pages, it becomes clear what she uses these books for.

It's laced with short stories, poems, and songs. All original, as far as I know.

She never mentioned she was a writer or a musician, maybe? I take a glance around the room, and I don't see any guitars or keyboards. Maybe in her closet? I look towards it, but it's shut, so I won't bother.

I take a chance and try to find today's date in the 2019 journal. After a quick search, I find it and begin reading.

May 3rd, 2019

Death is Watching (Look Who's Inside Again)

Trying to be funny and stuck in a room There isn't much more to say about it Can one be funny when stuck in a room?

Well, well Look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well Buddy, you found it Now, come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

-

To the man that made me laugh. I love you, Dad. But why did you give up? Why did you let Death take you?

My eyes look over those last three lines again, again, and again. Each time they become more glossy. It's like my heart is in my throat. Maybe that's why I'm struggling to breathe right now. I force my hand to gently grab the bottom of the page and turn it over.

There's no entry. I flip the next page. Nothing. I grab the book, close it, and let all the pages brush past my thumb as I watch each page after the one I read come up empty.

I hear the front door open and close. Oh shit. I put the journals back to where I think they were and stand up, waiting for her. No, I show look relaxed? I quickly wipe my eyes and pull out my phone before jumping onto Y/N's bed. No, wait, is that weird? Should I sit up? All this time, I've been internally debating, and I haven't heard Y/N.

"Y/N?" I call out to no answer. I decide to get up and come out into the main area. She's not there. "Y/N?" I take a quick look. Yeah, she isn't here. I go to pull my phone out; shit, I left it on the bed. That's when I notice the Chinese food sitting on the coffee table.

She was just dropping the food off. Is she coming back? Are her and her mom okay? Should I start plating the food? Does she even want a plate, or does she just eat it straight out of the container?

Y/N POV

I enter my apartment, and it's a little shocking to see MK standing there.. menacingly... staring at the Chinese food. "MK?" I ask, closing the door behind me. "Hey! You're back!" She runs over to me and hugs me. "I thought you left." She mumbles out. I decided not to question her and just let this moment happen.

We detach, and she notices how exhausted my body has become within the last 15 minutes. She thankfully doesn't say anything, but I see the look in her eyes. She sees my face and red eyes. She probably overheard. Crap.

"Where's your mom?" "She went to the hotel." "Oh." I don't want to talk about it now. MK looks away and to the food. "Do you want a plate?" "No, I usually eat out of the container." How much will I eat? I don't know. "Why am I not surprised." MK laughs, putting a smile on my tired face. "But if you need a plate, go grab one." MK walks to the kitchen and begins rummaging through, looking for everything she needs. I start to unpack our food and place it on the coffee table. I look to the tv, and it did the thing where it goes to an idle screen while waiting, so I turn it back onto the movie. I'm not really in the mood anymore, I'm so tired emotionally and physically, but I want to put on a front for MK. Or at least until dinners over.

MK returns with two glasses of water, a plate, and some silverware. I didn't know whose food was whose, so thankfully, I chose right because MK puts her fork into the meal in front of her. So I guess I'm eating Sesame Chicken. Good choice. "Ready?" I ask her picking up the remote and pointing it to the screen.

"Yeah." MK answers looking over at me; she gives me a pity smile before focusing her attention away.

MK POV

Man, I really wanted that Sesame Chicken. But Y/N needs to eat, and I don't want to disrupt her right now. I have no idea what happened in that hallway, but I want the person next to me to be okay.

I'm happy with the amount she ate. Half. But hey, that's better than nothing.

Do you know resting bitch face? What's it called when the person looks worried? Worried bitch face? I don't know, but that's what Y/N's got when she watches movies. I could tell her mind was elsewhere at the beginning, but as the film continued, she got more into it and started to relax. The movies almost over now, and I've been watching Y/N more than the monsters on screen.

She smiled every time Lizzie came on screen. It was so cute until it became annoying. Just kidding, but now she has the dumbest grin I've seen. Are her eyes glossy? What's she looking at?

I turn my head, and it's the scene where Lizzie reunites with her kid and husband. Right now, the kid just ran into Lizzie's arms, and she's holding him, crying.

For the first time tonight, Y/N catches me watching her. "Shut up." That is all she says as she laughs and lets a tear slip out. I throw my hands up in defeat and let the last 5 minutes play out.

Y/N POV

The credits hit, and I turn to MK. "Wow." She laughs and turns the tv off for me. She starts packing up the leftovers. "Wait till you see Avengers!" "Trust me. I can't wait. I gotta tell Liz that I saw this." I pull my phone out and start typing away. From the kitchen, I hear the fridge door close, and "she told you not to watch Oldboy, right?" "Yeah." "Good." Okay, what the heck? It can't be that bad, right?

I finish up my text to my girlfriend as MK entered the room again. "Is it cool if I use your bathroom? I had to go since, like the HALO drop scene, I didn't want you to stop the movie." "Who said I would've paused it?" MK's jaw drops before she pouts and lets out a "rude" before walking away into the bathroom.

It's now after 8, and I was tired before the movie, but I'm exhausted now. I want to just go to bed, but my mind still doesn't want to turn off. I'm thinking about my mom and my dad a lot. I feel a mix of remorse, loss, happiness, and regret. I genuinely don't know what to do. I should've stayed with my mom. I could've done more over the last two years. I'm so stupid. I can feel something happening, but I don't know what's happening. Am I crying? When did this happen?

"Hey, look at me. Y/N, can you look at me?" I hear MK's voice calling out to me. Where is she? I pull my eyes from the floor and up to her face. She's sitting on her knees in front of me. I see her bottom lip trembling. Her eyes look scared. Worried? Her hands start reaching up to me. "Good. You're doing very well. Y/N, is this okay?" She cups her hands onto the sides of my face. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing happens, so I just nod. Her thumbs begin to wipe at the tears streaming down my face. "It's okay. I'm here." I lean my forehead into her own. I can't stop. "Y/N, can you focus on some things around the room? Look at three things and tell me what they are." I lift my head from MK's. She leans more into my knees to keep wiping away the tears. "Umm... the tv..." "That's good, Y/N. Keep breathing in and out and name another thing." I blink a couple of times before looking around. "Your bag.." "One more thing Y/N. You're doing very well." MK gets up from the floor and sits right next to me. She drapes an arm around my waist, takes her other hand, and grabs onto mine. She leans her body onto mine. She's covering me in comfort. She has to have done this with Liz before. "Max." "Can you tell me where?" I nudge my head in the direction of a photo in the kitchen. "Max and I. Couple months ago." "Thank you, Y/N." I hear MK swallow next to me and take in a breath. "You're okay. I got you."

MK POV

She's finally resting.

It's been almost an hour since I asked her to name the things around the room. It's a trick I haven't done in a while. The last person I did that with was Liz before she started to shoot WandaVision.

Over the course of the last hour, I just held her in my arms. She would sob and stop. She'd apologize before drifting off into her mind again. The whole time I just kept her safe. I would brush her hair and tell her that it was okay and that I'm here for her. I still am. I always will be.

I've never seen this side of Y/N before. It didn't scare me one bit. It just made me concerned for her. It also made me so incredibly mad at her mom. Her mom sent her over the edge. Her mom did this.

I hear my phone start to ring from the bedroom, breaking up to silence in here. Shit. Y/N seems like she's out of it, so maybe I can slip away. I unwrap my arm from around her body, and I swear my phone is getting louder. I start scooting from Y/N so that I can get up, but she stops me. "MK?" "Hey, one second, I'll go turn it off," I say, getting up and leaving her. Y/N mumbles something, but I don't catch it.

I pick up my phone, wanting to tear the head off of whoever called me.

Damn it. It's Ash.

MK: "What?"

I move myself into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

Ash: "Woah, calm down. You okay? Also hiiiii!"

M: "Sorry. Hi. What's up?"

A: "Damn okay. Anyways. I sent you some emails about an upcoming shoot. Models and outfits. Can you go over them and send me your feedback. I need it by 9 tomorrow. Cool?"

"Yes. I can do that."

"Thanks. You're the best! Byee!"

"Bye."

The call ends, and thank goodness I got work mode Ash on a call instead of Sister Ash. Sister Ash would've known something was up and not let me go until she figured out whatever was going on. I quickly look in the mirror and fix my eyes and hair. I put my phone on silent and put it in my pocket before walking back out to Y/N. I walk past the exhausted couch girl and slip my phone into my bag.

"MK?" Her sore throat squeaks, scaring me before I quickly compose myself. "Hey. It's me. I'm here." In a calm tone. I put myself back into my old position. "I should go to bed." "Okay. Y/N, let's get you to bed." I remove my arm from her side and get up quickly. She doesn't move. I move up to her knees like before. "Need some help?" She nods at me. I stand up and hold my arms out to her. She grabs on, and together we lift her up to her feet. I put my arm around her to help support her since I know her body wants to drop.

Once getting her onto her bed, I begin to look through her drawers and closet for any comfy clothes. Oh, hey, there's the guitar!

"Bottom drawer." I turn around and see her pointing to the bottom of her dresser. I open it up and find a black t-shirt and grey sweats. This shirt looks a lot like one I use to have. I bring the clothes to Y/N and excuse myself so she can change. I grab her a water bottle and some Advil for her head during that time. Crying always causes a headache. Remember that. "You can come back." I enter her room and smile at her. "Take this. It'll help." She doesn't put up a fight or say anything. I think she just wants to sleep and put an end to this day. "Thank you." "Of course." Y/N sets her water down and starts getting comfortable on her bed. I look over her room again, and my eyes return to her desk.

She knows.

Sitting on top of a large T-shirt and a pair of black shorts is the 2019 journal. I look back at her eyes, which are already watching me. "MK?" Oh no. "Could you stay the night?" She points to the clothes. Oh! "You sure?" She nods. I carefully grab the journal and set it off to the side. I watch Y/N smile out of the corner of my eye. I grab the clothes and excuse myself to the bathroom to change.

Y/N POV

She didn't ask me what my journal was for or what it meant. She read it earlier. I knew it was in a different position.

But for some reason, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad if she ended up reading what I think she read.

"Penny, for your thoughts?" I look over to see MK changed. "I'll tell you." I gesture for her to crawl into bed. My bed isn't a twin, so thankfully, we're not right on top of each other. It's a Queen. Cuddles can happen, or people can give each other space. MK gets into bed and faces me. "I turned off all your lights and locked your door." "Thank you." "Do you want your lamp off?" "Not yet."

We start to let the silence fall onto us. I'm not as tired as I was before, so I'm just lying here thinking and staring at the Olsen across from me.

"Y/N?" "Hmm." "What are you thinking about?" "That I don't want to be alone right now. That I'm glad, you're here." "Me too." I scoot myself closer to MK. I can tell by how she slightly moved her arm back that she doesn't want to mess up. I rest my hand onto her side. "Is this okay?" She nods to me. My eyes start to look over her body as I continue to think about today. "What did you think?" MK looks at me, a bit confused. "About my journal entry?" I physically watch MK get embarrassed and stressed all at once. She begins to pull away and back up, but I grab onto her hip and pull her closer to me. "MK." I get out in a calm tone. She stops moving. "I'm serious. I'm not mad. It's okay." I reassure her and brush away her hair from her face that softens up so I can see my friend again. "I thought it was" She takes a second. "Beautiful." She smiles at me to let me know she means it.

"I'm sorry for your loss," MK said, the one thing I didn't want to hear. I nod at her. She inches closer to me as this moment between us becomes more fragile each time we open our mouths. "I wrote that the day he died." "What was his name?" "Davey. Well, that's what I called him. He gave me a choice between Dad or Davey. As long as I never called him David, he was cool with it." MK and I bring each closer into a hug, as we both feel the tears coming.

We both let the hug happen until I pull away. If I look pass her and into my room, I'm going to get lost in thought. "He wasn't my real dad." I clarify for MK. "But he treated me like he was." I smile, thinking about the day I met him. "He always had shoulder-length hair, which, as a kid, I thought was funny, but as I grew up, I got jealous of it." I chuckle as some tears land between MK and I.

MK looks like she wants to speak but is afraid. "Spill it," I whisper out. "How?" "Cancer." MK sucks her lips into her mouth and starts to bite. "Hey. No. Don't do that.." I softly lift my hand and pull her lip out. I move my hand from her lips to her cheek. "It's okay, MK. He's gone." She wants to cry for me. She can, but I don't want her to, honestly. She blinks a few times to make the tears go away. Once she's done, she leaves me and switches off the bedroom lamp before coming back to me. She cuddles in hard. She rests her head on my chest as I place my head on top of hers. Both of our arms snaked around each other. "I'm-" "There's nothing to apologize for."

"Is your mom coming back?" The tone she asked that in wasn't sweet. "She might. But you don't have to worry. Her and I are okay." I can feel her go to lift her head, so I let her. She looks directly into my eyes. "We are. I promise. Now please, you were comfortable before." She playfully rolls her eyes and rests her head on my chest again. "There you go." I kiss the top of her head, and I can feel the tiredness wash over me.

"Y/N?" "Yeah?" I answer back with my eyes shut. "I'm really sorry about reading your journal. I didn't know." "I know. It's okay, MK. I'm glad you did." "Really?" "Really." I can feel MK start to make shapes with her fingers on my lower back. It's soothing and something I need right now.

As MK and mines bodies start to slow in breathing and drift off to sleep, the Olsen below me mumbles, "I love you, Y/N. As a friend. Always." I smile because I don't know if she meant for me to hear, but I let her know. "I love you too, MK. As a friend. Always."

Liz POV

Today is the day! The pilot said that we have landed in JFK, so I'm just ready to get the fuck off this plane. The flight wasn't as bad this time. Since I mostly slept and planned out things I wanted to surprise Y/N with.

"If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip, and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!"

I pull out my phone and let Max know that the plane just landed. She texted me back a couple of seconds later, letting me know that she was just circling the terminals. I think Max is more excited to see me than to drop me off if I'm being honest. Even though I'm dating her best friend, she still asked me for an autograph and picture when I have time.

I look through my texts with Y/N, and she still hasn't texted me a good morning text or anything usually, by now, I would've heard something. Max did tell me that she texted Y/N earlier, letting her know that she'd be off today, so maybe she's just sleeping in. So if that's the case, I can't blame her.

_

After collecting my bags, and avoiding onlookers, and wannabe paparazzi, I am finally seated in my girlfriend's best friend's green Subaru.

I haven't told anyone where I am or what I'm doing. The only person that knows is Max. After a couple of minutes into the drive, I decide to give Y/N a wake-up call.

Y/N: "Hello?"

She sounds groggy.

Liz: "Good morning, my Coffee Girl! Did you just wake up?"

I see Max glance over at me before her eyes return to the road.

Y: "Hey, babe! Yeah, I actually did. What time is it?"

Y/N, let's outs a yawn.

L: "Ummm, it's.. almost noon"

"Oh Lizard, you okay? You already done for the day?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love, but, Y/N, it's noon for you."

There's a moment of silence before I hear the phone and her crashing down onto what I assume is the floor. Y/N is on speaker, so Max just heard her eat shit as well and is trying to muffle her laugh. I can't help it, but I feel my lips form into an evil smile too.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" I ask, holding back some laughter.

She doesn't respond, but I do hear another voice ask my same question. I see Max look over, confused, as the smile leaves my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you."

Y/N responds to the other person. Before I hear the phone shuffle and her voice return to me.

"Hey, sorry I jus-"

"Who are you with?" I try to put in a brave voice, but my mind is going a million miles per hour. Y/N would never cheat. She wouldn't.

"What?"

I hear some more shuffling. That's not the right response.

"I heard someone else, Y/N."

"Can we FaceTime?"

I look to Max. She shakes her head and points to the interior of her car. Y/N would instantly know.

"Not at the moment."

"MK's here. That's who you heard"

So what the fuck? My own sister can barely talk to me but has time to be with my girlfriend.

"Y/N..."

"Liz, this would be a lot easier if we could FaceTime."

"Just tell me what's going on because this isn't sounding good for you." I hear my voice, and it isn't becoming nicer.

"MK and I hung out yesterday. It was an impromptu thing, and I asked her to stay over last night."

I can my heart start to crack. But she wouldn't. She wouldn't!

"Y/N I swe-"

"Babe. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

I do. I really do.

"I didn't want to be alone. I knew Max was busy, but MK was here."

I turn to Max, confused, and she's returning the same confused look.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Max lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family, so knowing this and hearing Max's reaction, this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying.

"Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far.

"When can I see you?"

I look at Max's phone. It still says 30 minutes.

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. How about you get up, get some ice on your leg and eat some breakfast? Pancakes and eggs, none of the frozen stuff."

"You heard me fall?"

"I tried so hard not to laugh."

"Oh my God. That's embarrassing."

She sounds better now.

"It's your body building character."

There's a moment between us where we just listen to each other breath and a couple of sniffles from her. It's an almost reassuring moment.

"4 days, babe."

"It'll be sooner than you think."

The call is coming to a natural close.

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

"I love you!" We both say at the same time, causing each other to laugh before we end the call.

"That was so cute but gross," Max tells me once my phone hits my lap. It was. I keep thinking over the call. I start to play with my rings to prolong the feeling I have coming.

"Can you get that?" Max asks me, holding her phone up to me. "Tell me what it says." It's a text from Y/N apologizing for not making it to today's shift before she realizes that Max told her not to come in. I relay that information as a new text pops up.

Mom showed up.

"Umm.." Max is thinking of what to respond back while I'm waiting to text for her. "Just send a pumpkin emoji first." I do that. "Then, are you okay? At work. Talk later? Type it all just like that." I do just that. "Send?" I ask the redhead. "Yeah, send it." I hit the send button and watch as Y/N with a thumbs up.

"Why the emojis?" "It's basically to let the other person know that we're busy with work or girlfriends. But if you're asking why the pumpkin one, that's what Y/N's mom calls her. Pumpkin. So sending that, let her know that I know how serious this is."

Max is a true best friend. "Pumpkin. Is that why her favorite color is orange?" I watch Max's face try to hide the real reason. "Yeahhh-" "I know it's because of Velma." Max lets out a breath. "Okay, I couldn't lie to you." I snicker at how starstruck Max can be.

"Good," I respond back in my Sokovian accent, almost causing Max to crash the car.

MK POV

I get startled awake but the sound of Y/N crashing onto the floor. I see her phone next to her as she is on the ground holding her knee.

Lizzie.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" She doesn't respond, but I do hear Lizzie's voice ask my same question. "Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you." Y/N picks up her phone before shuffling around, grabbing some clothes, and heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, sorry I jus-" "What?" I hear Y/N muffled through the door answer my sister.

Okay, stop listening, MK. I decide to wake myself up a bit more and distract my brain with emails. I already sent Ash all the information she needed from last night. I woke up early this morning to get it done since I knew it wasn't happening last night before returning back to Y/N.

After going through my emails and sending some texts, Y/N returns from the bathroom. She's wearing cuffed jeans and a black bra, she throws whatever shirt she picked up and goes searching for a new one.

Okay, this isn't helping past feelings. Look away, MK. Look away. Just look at your phone.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?" My concerned sister asks. I glance up and watch as Y/N stops her movement, putting a hand on her forehead.

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Liz lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family so knowing this and hearing Liz's reaction, she knows this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying. I get up and stand next to her to let her know I'm here. Y/N looks to me but talks to Liz. "Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

Ouch. My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far. But I shove my feelings down. This is for Y/N. I push my forehead into Y/N's and wrap an arm around her.

"When can I see you?"

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you." Y/N lets go of me and starts searching her room for a new shirt. She finds one and starts putting it on. I take this opportunity to grab my clothes from last night and run into her bathroom.

_

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

I pop out of the bathroom just in time.

"I love you!" They both say at the same time causing each other to laugh before they end the call.

I head out of her room and to my bag. Making sure I have everything with me.

When I come back, Y/N is sitting on her bed texting. "You okay?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Yeah. Umm..." Y/N puts her phone away. "Do you wanna sit?" She points to the spot next to her, so I join her. She moves one leg underneath her and moves, so her body is towards me.

"Thank you for everything yesterday. It really meant a lot to me that you stayed and cared for me. How you always care for me.. You're a wonderful friend, MK." She places her hands into mine and starts rubbing her thumb along the tops of mine. She stutters and is struggling to say more. I watch as she gives up and starts biting her bottom lip. I slip my one hand out and bringing to her lip, pulling it out. I let my hand slide down to her chin, but she reaches up and brings my hand back to her lips. I freeze, not knowing what to do. Y/N plants two soft kisses on the pad of my thumb. "Thank you, Mary-Kate." Her eyes are glued to my own.

"Always." Whispers out from the back of my throat.

We both know what could happen next. Y/N reached up and runs her hand through my hair. She pulls my head closer to her before we pull each other into a hug. With her mouth next to my ear, she drops this: "My mom got it wrong. You're my favorite twin." We both laugh into each other's shoulder before she pulls away and stands up. She clears her throat and wipes her eyes.

"How do you like my shirt?" My mouth drops at the sight of it. "Oh my God!" It's a black t-shirt with like seven different pictures of Lizzie, and at the chest, it says Elizabeth Olsen in pink. "You're obsessed!" "You're just jealous!" Y/N smirks out before she leaves me to head to the kitchen. "I can get you one for Christmas?" Y/N yells from the kitchen. "Fuck off!"

_

I had to leave Y/N about ten minutes into her cooking breakfast. Summer is around the corner, so I need to head to the offices to start going over sales meetings, designs, pitches, etc. Plus I still need to change and shower, so heading home first is a must. Y/N understood and promised that we'll hang out again. Plus, I think she mentioned her mom was coming over later? I'm not quite sure Y/N mumbled a bit. But! This is the best outcome I wished for before yesterday. Y/N and I are friends.

Once I settled in my car, I had a couple of missing texts from form Liz. Some ranging from nice to not so nice. The not-so-nice ones were first. She doesn't mean the things she said it's just insecurities bubbling up. I understand. I do. The nice ones followed once she said, "Max explained everything." I didn't know her and Max were that close. I texted my sister back, telling her about last night and the things that I think she should know.

I left out the stuff about Y/N's dad, and how close Y/N and I were because she doesn't need to know that unless Y/N tells her.

I put my phone away and start to pull out of the spot in front of the building. Just in time for this cute green car to take it.

Part 18

#y/n #otiweo #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #fanfic #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #coffee #mary kate olsen #mommy problems #issues #mommy issues #chinese food #sorry its so long and I don't know what to do #pumpkin #why the fuck is this so long omg im sorry #yelling #scremaing #crying #thorwing up

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

OPE those guns o.o

Yeah that does not look good xd

Hmm who are we telling that we're referring to them as Captain Nash and his wife?

Oh gosh them all 😭😭 they all look so worried :(( 🥺💔❤️

Understandable xD

Uhh is that a bomb o.o

Yeah that's very Bobby

Uhh ohh y'all 😬😬

🥺🥺 BOBBYY

Yeah of course he is xD an icon lol <3

UHH OHHH 😭😭😬

Y'all when I tell you I am NERVOUS

STRESSED AND STRESSIN xDD

This better all end up okay lol

Including their relationship because that's one I'm most scared for xD

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts, so now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

AAAHHHHHHH I'm so glad to have my babeys back :D.

Now, given that I'm writing this part on the day of episode 3 and I haven't watched episode 2 yet lol, this will be very short. I might come back and edit later xD.

BUDDIEEEE!!! I'm telling you they're a family. Why are they such a family? I don't know. Anyway poor Chris 😭😭💔❤️. That scene at the end, with the letter, was so good <33. And oh my gosh don't even TALK to me about Buck talking to Christopher and then it planning to Eddie in the hall 😭😭. I was not okay over that and I'm still not <3. Also, a callback to Eddie's panic attacks by having him use a strategy to help that woman was so cool :'DD. He slayed <33. Also the joke after?? They're so in love, your honor <33.

Hen! Don't remember much of what she was up to but she slayed :)). And she's doing great as Captain 🥰🥰! Also her not feeding into Athena's delusions xD (although we of course find out that they aren't but yk it's just a funny moment lol).

Chimney and Maddie! Chim stressing was a mood lol xd. And honestly, making sure you make time for yourselves amongst your jobs, child, and wedding planning is a good idea! But don't try that hard lol. Like y'all figured out, you don't need to :). But yeah, I'm glad they just decided to relax <3. Love them 🥰🥰.

Bobby and Athena! I be slightly concerned for them o.o. I'm sure everything'll be fine in the end relationship wise, but it's stressful xd. And poor Bobby 😭. I promise it's not something you've done Bobby xd. Anyway, SLAY on the investigating though lol :D. And even though I feel for him I'm glad Bobby set aside their issues and had his priorities straight lol xD. Anyway, hopefully all goes well with those pirates 😬.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! It's so good to be back :D. I think the cruise ship is a really unique disaster - as are the issues with Bobby and Athena's relationship lol. By that I just mean, it's interesting/nice (even though it hurts) to see some struggles for them (that aren't external) :). There were also really great moments with everybody else, and I'm glad we got to see home ans the ship! Plus, there was a good spread of focus today :). Anyway, I'm a little nervous about the next episode, but I'm sure everything will be alright. It better be lol. Also, the calls were really cool today :O.

So, yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was great :D. It was lovely seeing my babeys again :). I'm so excited for the next episode! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 7, Episode 1: Abandon Ships

It was amazing! I'm interested to see how everything's gonna go down on the boat, and people's reactions. I'll be back here next time with my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 7, Episode 2: Rock the Boat

See you then!

#9-1-1 #911 #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #911 on abc #911 abc #911abc #9-1-1 abc #911 s07e01 #so many numbers there lol #now to watch episode two! #and tonight 3 lol #if I have time and energy later I will get to the rookie lol #I meant to last night but didn't have time xd

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Why don’t you lik LOV redemption?

You must be new.

The reason I don't like it is because I am pro consequences that make sense. My biggest issue with a lot of people is how they handle the consequences for characters in their stories.

For instance, one fic I read had Toga get off scott free because she was mentally unwell. Then Shigaraki gets a life time sentence. And Dabi does to.

All are murderers. All have mental illness. Yet...

Note, the following isn't... anti-LOV but it's... not-not? More it's me yelling about people taking fanon to far, and frankly RUINING CHARACTERS for me. Staring Toga because she is the victim of this the most.

Look, I get having a favourite, but in the end, it just makes it a shitty story to have this happen. Toga IS at fault for her actions. So many people go: oh she was starving when she killed people.

I think that's fanon.

Ever hear of the Greyhound Bus Killer?

Unless you're Canadian, I doubt it. Basically, it was a man who killed someone on a Greyhound Bus (a bus that isn't just city/town based) and then cannibalized his victim.

He was deemed not criminally responsible due to untreated mental illness. He was on trial in 2009.

He only was released on watch from the mental health facility in 2015.

Yes, it's based in reality. But it's still a point. Toga murders people. She may have a psycosis that has her killing people but she is still a murderer. She isn't oblivious to the fact people die because of her. We may give her a fanon idea of her having the need blood, but she isn't dumb. She is aware she is killing people.

I can forgive at times people having her get help after her first victim. but the thing is that she... she still KNOWS what she's doing. By just brushing all of it off, but then holding other characters who did the SAME DAMN THING accountable is... teeth nashing.

I have lost so much interest in Toga because of many fics that basically treat her as a uwu poor baby while destroying the rest of the LOV.

Or the ridiculousness when Bakugou is the devil but Toga is an innocent flower.

look, I don't like Bakugou. But he is NOT as bad as the LOV.

It might just be my more literal brain, but... make it make SENSE.

If the LOV gets help before their crimes... I'm fine with it. Toga gets help before or right after her first kill? She needs a long stay in a hospital but I'm less upset about it being maybe just a year or two.

Spinner, Magne, or Mustard getting help BEFORE their crimes? Good. (Note: Before. We don't know what kind of crimes they did, but like... it's gotta be pretty serious if Shiggy accepted them) Brushing them all off after... less so.

Dabi getting help before his crimes? Good. Shiggy getting help before he starts the LOV? Good.

It happening after their crimes, and... nothing but a slap on their wrist?

BAD. As bad as Bakugou's actions being brushed aside because 'he's a kid' or 'he was abused'.

I think in the end, I don't like LOV redemptions when they don't ACTUALLY make the redemptions consistent. Unless it's crack. But that's different.

#bnha

[viewjaded]

(Banita Sandhu) [THE COQUETTE]. Please welcome [NASHRA KAUR (SHE/THEY)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [28]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [MANAGER AT BEST CUTS HAIR SALON]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive. ( hunter / gatherer )

full name: nashra kaur

nicknames: nash

age/birthday: 28, june 29th

gender: nonbinary, she/they

height: 5'7"

orientation: bisexual

relationship: single

residence: town, small apartment decorated colorfully with plenty of flourishing plants.

title: the coquette

face claim: banita sandhu

key traits: flirtatious,  charismatic,  playful,  witty

physical: slender,  model-like physique,  always put together,  long dark hair and dark eyes.  smells like roses.  hidden beneath her clothes,  she has a deep scar across her chest.

mbti: enfp

avalanches and unfamiliar ways to die // ha vay

i know we share a secret,  the same hiding place,  i think we’re kindred spirits

who is she? // i monster

oh  , who is she?  a misty memory,  a haunting face

nashra doesn’t remember who she was before she found herself in huntsville years ago.   the few who encountered them when they first arrived may remember them being the opposite of how she is now;  not put together in the slightest,  withdrawn and confused.  and then they were the nashra they are now,  confident and sociable with an air about them that makes others feel welcome.  those close to her would know that upon arriving in huntsville,  she had no recollection of her past – and still doesn’t.

— i will follow you: one of the few residents of huntsville who knows about nashra's lack of recollection of her past. this would either be someone who was there when they arrived and became their confidant, or someone who broke down her walls. — 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 — touch tank: as a free spirit who flees when things get too serious, nashra values their casual relationships. this is someone who nashra hooks up with regularly, both with the understanding that they want nothing serious to happen and sure, they find solace in each other's company but it's just that (though anyone who was looking might catch a glimpse of stolen glances that might be yearning for something more ). — 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣

* chemistry a must, definitely something that would need to be discussed & we can see where it goes

— general ideas: coworkers let's discuss dynamics, older muse that takes her under their wing, friends b/c nashra is very charismatic ( though it will be quite surface level ) , plot #2 but strictly no strings ( not too many of these though ) , + we can discuss and flesh these out further. — 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣

#⸻ ✧ 𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙍𝘼 + intro. #huntsvilleintro

[sillyvisioncorner]

Top 100 Songs Of The Year

1. Find The Keys (Remastered) by The Stupendium

2. Bones by Imagine Dragons

3. A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel

4. Eleven Sings A Song (Part 3) by Aaron Fraser Nash

5. Candy Store - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

6. All Eyes On Me by OR3O

7. Moving Up In The World by DAGames

8. Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

9. Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

10. Build Our Machine (Trio Mashup) by DAGames

11. Enemy (Cover) by Annapantsu

12. Enemy (No Rap/Radio Cut) by Imagine Dragons

13. Devil's Price by Poor Man's Poison

14. Mr Bones by Kroh

15. Cipher by LEMMiNO

16. Teens - Stranger Things s4 Ost

17. California Dreamin' by The Beach Boys

18. Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

19. The Devil's Swing (Mashup) by Fandroid

20. Welcome Home (Cover) by Cami-Cat

21. A Little Messed Up (TechnoBlade Animatic) by June

22. Stranger Things s3 Recap Song by Aaron Fraser Nash

23. Ready To - BNA (Brand New Animal)

24. Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash

25. Rewired by Gabbie Hanna

26. Brothers In Arms (Cover) by OR3O

27. Feed The Machine by Poor Man's Poison

28. Cells No More by The Stupendium

29. Voices by Derivakat

30. Devil's Train by The Lab Rats

31. Shut Eye (Slowed) by Steeling Sheep

32. Kids (Slowed) - Stranger Things s1 Ost

33. Ballroom Blitz by The Struts

34. Art Of Darkness by The Stupendium

35. Blood And Ink by NateWantsToBattle/ Give Heart Records

36. Meant To Be Yours - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)

37. Beautiful - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

38. Dead Girl Walking - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

39. Smells Like Teen Spirt by Nirvana

40. Monster by Imagine Dragons

41. Get Jinxed - League Of Legends

42. This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

43. Ashite Ashite by Kikuo

44. Give And Take by Poor Man's Poision

45. Freeze Your Brain - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

46. A Pizza The Action by The Stupendium

47. Desolate Hallway by Advocate Music

48. Cell Block Tango (Edit) - Chicago (2002)

49. I Say No - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)

50. Here Comes Vi/Get Jinxed (Mashup) - League Of Legends

51. Trouble by Gabbie Hanna

52. Thank God I'm Not You by Himalayas

53. You Give Love A Bad Name (Nightcore) by Bon Jovi

54. Teen Idle (Animatic) by MARINA

55. Gospel Of Dismay (Cover) by OR3O

56. Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett and The BlackHearts

57. Revived by Derivakat

58. No One Escapes by Catherine Kelly

59. Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon

60. Why Did I Say Okie Doki? by The Stupendium

61. Kids (Ain't Alright) by Grace Mitchell

62. Max Sings A Song (Part 3) by Aaron Fraser Nash

63. Typical Me by Kroh

64. Spend The Night by TryHardNinja

65. Bendy Beats by Kyle Allen Music

66. Burn by Fishy Mom

67. Bendy's Tale by OR3O

68. Candle Queen by GHOST

69. Orphan Tears (Edit) by Your Favourite Martian

70. Glitter And Gold by Barns Courtney

71. CopyCat (Mashup) by Circus-P

72. The Fine Print by The Stupendium

73. Why Did I Say Okie Doki (Cover) by K.C

74. Detroit Rock City by KISS

75. Playground By Bea Miller

76. Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men

77. 1985 by Bo BurnHam

78. Total Insecurity by Rockit Gaming

79. Sharks by Imagine Dragons

80. Tangled Up by Caro Emarald

81. Seventeen - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

82. Hayloft 1/2 by Mother Mother

83. Everybody Loves Me by One Republic

84. Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart

85. Yo Girl - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

86. Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

87. One Of My Kind by CeCe And The Dark Hearts

88. Its Spreading by Dawko

89. Face Reality by Victor McKnight

90. 2econd, 2ight, 2eer (That Was Fun GoodBye) by Will Wood

91. Apex Predator - Mean Girls The Musical

92. DAGames Official Founders Pack

93. A Cautionary Tale - Mean Girls The Musical

94. Dead Girl Walking - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)

95. House Of Memories by Panic! At The Disco

96. Sic Semper Tyrannis by Creamay

97. Always Wanted by MiatriSs

98. Burning Pile by Mother Mother

99. Fight For Me - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)

100. Casino Royale by DerivaKat

#my blog #music #my music #heathers the musical #mean girls musical #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #batim #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #dream smp #stranger things #heathers

[sdartistries]

I haven't done anything art related in a very long time... until I started playing The Price of Flesh by @gatobob and I was honestly inspired to make a little Derek doodle.

He's just such a little booger. Like, his father probably nashes his teeth at the fact that he's his little doppelganger but with none of the drive, the JÚS, of the businessman he ever was.

I also need to point out that he's a pretty dude because let's face it... he's not winning hearts with his attitude. Like, he seems like he's always playing dress-up for the part of the day and, like, he LOOKS it but you're gonna notice the oddness if you stick around him too long REAL quick like you're at a networking cocktail and you scuffed his shoes and now all of a sudden you got separated from the crowd and some invisible hands are holding your head down under the jacuzzi water.

Even in the desert. High quality gear. Low quality killer cosplay. This dude spent his daddy's dollars on green camo for a desert that consists of primarily red and yellow tones. I mean... he got the bandana right.

I think the only time he actually looks authentic is the sugar daddy ending because babes, his unbridled rage and feelings of inadequacy brought to life in the form of whips, stones, and broken bones is his primary luxury export and you're a poor island nation that didn't read the fine print of that trade deal.

*big inhale*

Wooooo~ alright... I'm good. Thank you so much for the Derek experience! Definitely am playing on repeat.

Oh! Also, as a fun somewhat related note. I start my sketches by doing shade impressions of what i think captures the essence of my subject then just proceed to draw a completely different picture on top of it. So, behold!

Smirk shadows!

#derek goffard #the price of flesh #fanart #I'm in a loving and healthy relationship irl #but sometimes you just need a little bloodsport #you know #Accidental derek roast post #tpof #tpof spoilers

[bcacstuff]

Soooooo Sam fans, the very sneaky little USA shoe in book flog has happened. Disgruntled shaking of frames and the nashing of dentures can be heard all over the Lowlands as fury, and Sam in a plane, sweeps over the Americanos already camping out (for the empathy you understand) in pissing down "Edinborough", straining Mellow Birds Coffee through a support hose just to keep warm. Meanwhile in downtown/uptown who the fuck cares Noi Yoirk, Neile and her bosom pals are practicing selfie poses in the street, frantically trying to "get down" with the middle aged, deftly learned from Angela Lansbury's recently defunct Only Fans account in the hope of hypnotising Mr H à la Svengali with what their mammas gave them. It's their only hope. Previous methods have failed - gifts of hiking sticks (oh dear, seems we now know for definite that he doesn't keep the prezzies), envelopes of 'private' hair and toenail clippings, massive, really, really massive drawers, tit pics - portrait mode for obv reasons. Even the infamous Lasagne couldn't entice our trans (as in Atlantic) jet setter to favour them over a young and bendy bit of wallop. Oh, the shame of it. Ladies, put yer baps away, please, or at least tuck 'em in. Mr H, ten minutes late, is in the wings shooting any old Whiskey into a vein. Not his own Whisky, Flashermac or some such name, because nobody sells it. He has to be five sheets to the wind just to get through the ordeal of a room full of salivating and panty frothing women. They're being corraled in by a ever so lovely host who also blatantly wishes he was chin deep in Sam's black Under Armour knick knocks and adoringly gazing into his baby blues the next morning over a bowl of oats/almond budder/bluberries/protein powder/peanut budder/grass seeds, whatever. Poor Mr H, doesn't know where to turn apart from pinker and sweatier as the interview progresses. As usual, the chit chat comes to an unnatural and abrupt end leaving everyone wondering why they bankrupted themselves to definitely not be swept off their practical and comfy shoes. Probably beige. Probably velcroed. Hard cheese to those who paid to watch online to be presented with a buffering screen of doom as one hour later we all get to watch it for free. Dems da breaks kiddos/octogenarios. Dems da breaks.

Above submitted and for your entertainment, thought it was entertaining to read but doesn't express necessarily my opinion (just for the record).

Thanks for submitting your nicely written view on things Anon 🧡

[sgesges-current-reads]

Here’s my first The Final Gambit update. Like most of my book updates this was supposed to go up this morning but my car was literally stuck in a flash flood on the way back home from something, if there’s one thing Chicago does it floods, so I apologize in advance for the lack of editing. This update may be full of spoilers! It depends what you consider a spoiler, but I will be reacting to events in the first 14 chapters.

Spoilers ahead

Keep scrolling down for the update

Why is Grayson being a little 💩 not talking to her since he went to Harvard smh 🤦‍♀️

“Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break” noooo Grayson

Oh what a mess. Eve is here, Grayson spots her and thinks he’s a hallucinating (kudos to him for not passing out, that’s what I thought was about to happen), Avery let’s her shower in her shower, Grayson walks past Jameson in Avery’s bed! Jameson asks to be filled in while he’s not wearing a shirt! Poor Grayson, I’d say F it and go live with my murderous mother

Why is Grayson the one who had to give Jameson a shirt? I don’t expect anything from Jameson other then for him to flaunt the fact that he wasn’t wearing one in the first place but COME ON Avery

I’m about to die. Grayson says Eve is one of them the day he meets her when it took weeks for him to say it about Avery? I know he’s seemingly mentally not doing so well rn but is his arc to fall in love with her? This is wrong on so many levels

Well he kissed a girl at Harvard, not sure if that’s a good thing or not yet, Avery does NOT get to be upset about this though

“It also wouldn’t be the worst time to tell me that you aren’t jealous of Eve standing that close to Grayson.” Now I kind of feel bad for Jameson too, is this whole book going to be me feeling sorry for the bois?

Nash is buying cowboy hats for Libby?! 💀😭

“You hired someone.” Jameson’s eyes narrowed. “With what money?” “Invest. Cultivate. Create.” Is Jameson the only brother who didn’t make good investments? Because we already know Xander made great investments, based on this Grayson’s went pretty well, knowing Nash his went at least okay, and knowing Jameson his were a big flop

All in all, this was somewhat of a boring update, I know, but tomorrow's update is more interesting. Right now I'm just really annoyed because Grayson is falling apart (not that I'm exactly sure why), Jameson is being a jealous ick, and we haven't seen enough of Nash and Xander. At this point I don't even care if Grayson isn't endgame I just want him to have a CHANCE!

#the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #the inheritance games #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #a very risky gamble #libby grambs #team grayson #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #alexander hawthorne #books & libraries #current read #bookblr #popular books #book update #booktok #reading

[circusmothman]

Nash paused upon hearing the name, staring at the moth in bewilderment as things suddenly clicked into place. How had he not realized before? The clothes, the mask, they were just as Toten described before. This was Ambrose, the Ambrose. Totentanz’s murderer, Totentanz’s former partner. In an instant the fury within him doubled as the rage he felt now melded with the hatred he already carried for this man and he half roared half screamed in anger.

“YOU!”

Then he was upon the moth like wrath itself, rage incarnate as he tore into the man with all he had. Nothing could stop him then, neither the bastard’s brother nor the Light screaming in his head. And he continued his assault until there was nothing left of the radiant paladin but a grotesque stain on the floor.

~~~

Welp, I should probably explain lmao. So there is a lot that goes down during the asspedes’ storyline, including Totentanz getting killed at some point. Toten was after all originally created to be another villain in the game, he’s literally a crazy doctor experimenting on and murdering people, so he was going to be killed off by Ghost and two of the radiant siblings. However then the whole shenanigans with the ship happened and there’s been some change of plans.

For full context, Ghost, together with two more of my friends’s OCs, Ambrose and Megiddo, invade the lair and first encounter Nash. A fight ensues but Nash loses and is knocked unconscious, meanwhile the other three proceed to fight and eventually kill Totentanz. Ambrose is the one to land the final blow but at the same time loses his dominant arm in the process when Toten bites it off. Nash wakes up some time later to find Toten’s body and gets to experience loss and sorrow for the first time in his life. While he’s about to leave though he spots Ambrose’s arm and the sorrow gets replaces by righteous fury as he goes to hunt down his partner’s killers. He finds and ambushes the two moths, attacking Ambrose first because he knows that’s the one who killed Toten, and that is when Magiddo shouts Ambrose’s name. Nash gets fucking livid.

He’s heard all about Ambrose the morning after him and Toten more or less officially became a pair. Ambrose was Toten’s previous partner and is a toxic piece of garbage. He only got with Toten for the status and has been manipulating and gaslighting him from the start, slowly trying to wear him down and break him, he was neglectful, abusive and all kinds of other crap and left Toten with a very warped idea of what relationships are like. Had theirs lasted any longer Toten’s mental state would have become even worse, making him even more unhinged and dangerous while at the same time developing fockin Stockholm Syndrome with that guy. The relationship only lasted so long because Ambrose was using Toten’s adopted daughter as leverage, because the poor girl still liked him, not knowing what was really going on. If he had managed to break Toten’s spirit though he would have become just as abusive toward her as well, and she’s his fucking niece. Luckily Ambrose starting to talk shit about her is what got Toten to break things off finally, but plenty of damage had been done already.

Nash has been wanting to murder that guy ever since he learned about all this, so that only added more to his rage when the fucker came back and actually killed Toten. It is not an exaggeration to say Nash mutilated him way beyond any point of recognition, with the only thing remaining somewhat intact being Ambrose’s wings. Oh and another fun fact, Ambrose and Megiddo are Radiance’s sons. So not only did Nash murder the child of a goddess in his blind rage, but said goddess was also screaming in his head during that time, because another fun fact, Nash is half infected, so he can hear her voice. But his madness has kept her from being able to influence him and now his rage managed to exceed even hers, so she couldn’t stop him from killing her son. Megiddo however managed to get away but was so traumatized by the experience he never spoke a word about it and stayed the fuck away from Nash and the lair.

Nash ended up taking Ambrose’s wings as both a trophy but also a stinging reminder of what happened. Luckily there is another turn in the story as a year after these events Toten’s daughter manages to resurrect him and our two asspedes are reunited again. About a week later Nash presents the wings to Toten as an offering and the doc can finally breathe easier now knowing that Ambrose is gone for good. Toten would later display the wings in the main hall, as a reminder of what Nash did for him.

Ended up being a bit long winded but I wanted to show a bit of why so many of us got obsessed over this ship and their storyline. It just ended up becoming a very deep and detailed story. And also fuck Ambrose.

#hollow knight #hollow knight oc #my oc #friend's oc #hk nash #not gonna bother tagging the other bitch cause we'll likely never see him again #asspedes #the doctor and the fool #tw limb loss #tw severed limb #tw blood #tw character death #he totally deserves it tho

[shadowgurl101]

Chapter III(The Kingdom of Lune)

Masterlist

--------------- Days in a ship the Targaryen finally arrive in Lune, as their ship stops in the dock the two families are reunited. Everyone looks around amazed at the New stuff "Welcome to Lune your Highnesses" a young voice says, everyone looks where the voice is and saw a young girl with violet hair and brownish gold eyes, this is Princess Amalthea the heir of Lune. Alicent and her children look confused as they look at the girl "Princess look how you have grown" Viserys says smiling "where are the King and Queen" Otto Hightower asks looking at the princess up and down.

Amalthea knowing who he is fake a smile at him "The Queen is in a meeting with the Council while my father is making sure that the cooks and maids are doing a good job" Amalthea answer with sas, Otto glare at her "How dare you-" the princess cut him off by walking to the king and bowing to him "My king it's good to see last time I saw u was when I was at mine and my nephew first name day, of course, I don't remember but my parents always tell the story of you and your family" the king smile "Now come on my father is gonna be waiting for us in the throne room" she grabs the King's arm and guide him to the carriage.

As everyone gets in the carriage the princess smiles at everyone. A little later the carriage is now going through the streets of Lune, The two families look out of the carriage and saw everyone dress in nice clothes, saw everyone talking to each other and laughing, and kids running along the carriage calling for the princess  "They look... Happy" Rhaenyra says looking outside "huh?... Oh yes when my mother became Queen she wanted everyone to be included, the poor now have homes and food, the windows have support for their children, and everyone is happy and in peace" they all look shocked except the King "The people have not changed" he smiles looking at the princess.

The carriage arrived at the castle and stopped in front of the castle doors where two guards open the door of the carriage "Your Highnesses I present you Castle Luna named after my grandfather's mother" the main doors of the castle opened and standing there was King Epsilon "Welcome to Lune Targaryens, hope you all have a nice and calm trip" Viserys smiles as the king of lune hugs him "Look at you old age has gotten to you" the king joke as viserys laugh "Looks like it has not happened to you" Epsilon laugh and smile "Come, my wife, is waiting in the throne room along with our eldest daughter and her family" the King said as he helps Viserys up the stairs.

Two gold doors opened as they got close to it, in the room, it was Queen Aquila on the throne, to her left is the throne of the king, to her right is the throne of the heir, and next to the king's throne is their eldest daughter who is sitting in hers, next to her is her husband King Arthur Martell and of course, next to him is his son Nash Martell.

The Queen got up from her throne and smile "Welcome dragons it's good to see you again" the Queen start going down the stairs with the help of her good-son, the Queen hug viserys and bowed to the rest and hug Rhaenyra following with a kiss on the forehead "Rhaenyra look at you dear how u grown" A voice say behind the family,  everyone turn around and saw a brunette with dark brown eyes staring at them "Queen Vega" Rhaenyra say as she hop to the past Queen of Lune and hug her, Vega and Rhaenyra always had a grandmother and granddaughter  relationship when Rhaenyra was a child, while the current queen and the heir always had a mother and daughter relationship "Are this your children?" she ask looking at the three brunette and two silver hair kids "Yes, this is Jacerys,  Lucerys and Joffrey while this two are Aegon and Viserys" both mothers smile and hug the children "You all so handsome" Vega say smiling "My Queen the table is ready" a maid say as she bowed "Thank you Lily, come dinner is ready" Aquila say as she grab Rhaenyra hand and guide her to the door.

During dinner, everyone eats in silence except Amalthea and Nash who always fight with each other "So how old are they turning?" Rhaenyra ask looking at Aquila and Vega "They are turning sixteen" Rhaenyra nodded, Alicent look between  the Queen and the two teens that are now throwing pieces of food into each other mouths "And they have not married?" she asked, Vega look at Alicent with a straight face and look at her eldest granddaughter "My husband and I decided that our daughter should have the same privilege that we had when we were young, we want her to marry for love not for duty" Alicent just look at her and ask "What if she does not marry?" Aquila took a breath "Then she won't have to marry, the people of both Lune and Sol don't care if the king or queen is married they just want a good ruler" with that Alicent shut her mouth and look at the queen of Sol "I agree with my mother if my son doesn't wanna marry than that's fine" Rhaenyra look at her husband and shake her head.

After dinner, everyone left for their chambers to rest and get their energy for tomorrow. The Queen and King were in their "The Queen is something else huh?" Epsilon say looking at his wife who just nodded and took her earnings off and went to her bed and fall asleep, her husband just sigh and got in the bed.

================= I started and finish this chapter in school 😩hope y'all like this chapter and I'm sorry if is a little longer but I love writing.

Thank you and have a good day, afternoon, or night.

#house of the dragon au #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #Aegon Targaryen #helaena targaryen

[pastelavender88]

Polaroids from the Family Album

Series masterlist

Summary: Meet Edmundo Diaz, commonly known as Eddie by his loved ones. He’s a rich, powerful layer for one of the best law firms in California. One day he meets Y/n Y/l/n, his new personal assistant. How will this spitfire change his life?

Brrring, brrring, brrring! The alarm clock chimed throughout our room. “Honey, your alarm is going off.” My wife, Shannon, mumbled in her sleep. “Thanks, hun.” I turned to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to silence the alarm. “I’m going for a run before work.” Shannon just nodded her head, trying to fall back to sleep. It was 6 am and she didn’t need to be up for another hour. I went to my dresser to grab some running clothes and left the house. I’ve had this uneasy feeling all week. Like a force was coming. I ran for about 45 minutes before making it back home. I quickly went to take a shower. Some ways into showering I felt someone come behind me. Shannon wrapped her arms around me. “You left your clothes on the floor near the hamper again.”

I turned around to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry dear.” I gave her a chaste kiss. “How will I ever make it up to you?”

“I can think of a few ways.” She said as she connected our lips again. Shannon and I had been together for about 11 years now. She was an amazing wife and an even better mother. She was always pushing me to have another kid but with my work schedule, a kid was the last thing on my mind.

“I would love to, but I really need to get ready for work today.” She huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “But, I can make it up to you when I get home.”

“You better.” She said. We went back to showering and I hurried to get ready for work. I worked at one of the biggest law firms in the country, the Nash & Buckley firm. My best friend Evan “Buck” Buckley, was the one to secure me a job. After all, it was his families’ law firm. After I was done getting dressed, I walked into the kitchen and saw Christopher and Shannon in the kitchen. Shannon was cooking breakfast while Christopher was seated at the counter. “Hey Chris. What are you doing up at this time?”

“It’s 7 o'clock dad. I have school.” I looked over at the time and saw 7:10 staring back at me.

“Oh that’s right.” I entered the kitchen and made my way to the coffee machine. “So, how’s school going?”

“It’s fine.” Christopher meekly replied.

“Chris, why don’t you tell your dad about the carnival that’s happening tonight?”

“What carnival?” I asked, having never heard anything about it.

“It’s nothing. Just a dumb carnival happening at school.”

“Christopher!” Shannon shouted at his tone.

“It’s nothing. You can’t go anyways. You’re always working.” He said, looking down at the counter.

“Buddy. I have to work. That way we can afford this nice house, and that nice school you go to.” 

“You've always said that. Paulie’s dad does the same thing you do yet he’s home.”

“Paulie’s dad works for himself and his clients are poor.”

“Eddie!” Shannon said as she elbowed me.

“What, it’s true?”

“Well at least he sees his dad.” Christopher left the counter and started to head to his room. “I’m gonna get dressed and then eat. Bye dad, because god knows when I’ll see you again.” Christopher muttered as he left.

“Well that could have gone better.” Shannon said from behind me.

“It’s true. I have to work. What do you want me to do, quit?”

“Of course not Eddie.” Shannon said as she looked at me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I just think that you could try to make some time to see us.”

“Yeah, well I can’t. We don’t all have the luxury of being housewives.” I said as I broke our embrace and grabbed my lunch. “I’m heading out. Bye.” I walked to the door.

“I love you.” She shouted from the spot she stood in the kitchen. I shut the door, not bothering to answer her. It’s not that I didn't love Shannon. I loved her but I don’t think I was ever in love with her. We got married after she told me she was pregnant with Christopher. That’s in the past now. We had built a life together and that was that. 

As I arrived at the office I saw Buck waiting outside for me. If he was waiting for me that meant a few things: he was trying to get me to go to the strip club with him, he wanted me to go with him to pick up chicks, he needed money, or it was news he overheard from his father. The last time he told me news he overheard from his father, it saved my job. 

“Dude, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“So I was over at my dad’s and I was able to get him to start drinking. You know how he gets on whiskey. He was rambling on about all the times he cheated on mom, how he didn’t like Chimney and Maddie’s relationship, how dry the salmon was…”

“Buck, the point.” I said as I shot him a look.

“I’m getting there alright. So anyways he moves on to talking about the company and he told me that a certain someone was fired from the company last night.”

“What? Who?”

“Jonah!” I shushed him. “Yeah supposedly he was caught with a bunch of drugs on him. Like a shit ton, and the prostitutes. Anyways they have to give Jonah’s job away immediately and guess who’s getting the promotion.”

“No! You’re kidding?” I said as I clicked the button to the elevator and entered it.

“Nope, congrats bro!” He said as he slapped my back. “So anyways you get Jonah’s fancy corner office, his company car, his company card, which you have to let me borrow.”

“Yeah that’s not going to happen.” I remarked.

“Buzzkill. Anyways, they had to fire his assistant because supposedly she was helping him hide the drugs and prostitutes. So, now they're finding you a new assistant. My dad’s going over the applications tonight. He posted an opening last night. He already has like 100 applications. Some are complete smokeshows by the way.”

“Yeah. Too bad I’m married, remember?” I said, holding up my wedding ring. 

“Jesus man. I’m not talking about marring the women, just fucking her a bit.” I lightly pushed him. “But hey, if you don’t want her I’m sure I can work my charm.”

“You will stay far away from my assistant.” He threw his hands up in defense. “How do I look? I want to look my best when they tell me the news.”

“You look tired, but I think that’s just married life and having a kid.” 

“Dude, I'm seriously gonna kick your ass.”

“I’m joking, you look fine. Now, showtime.” Just as he said that the door to the elevator opened and we stepped out. I went to my office and I saw Bobby, one of the partners at the law firm, waiting for me. “Mr. Nash, what can I do for you, sir?” I shut the door behind me.

“As I know you’ve probably heard from Buck, Jonah was fired last night after a certain incident.” He got up from his seat. “We need a replacement immediately and you were already next in line for a promotion so I threw your name in the hat. Congrats.” He extended his hand for me to shake it.

“Thank you sir, you won’t regret this.” I said as I shook his hand.

“I better not. Now we have a whole day of planning and things to do but for now, go home.” I gave him a confused look. “Celebrate with your family. Tomorrow, when we have your assistant picked out and your things moved into your new office, then we can get the ball rolling.” 

“Okay, thank you sir.”

“Of course.” He opened the door, and there stood Buck listening in. “Buckley.”

“Uncle Bobby.”

He turned to Buck. “How many times have I told you that when we’re at work call me Mr.Nash?”

“Oh yeah. Mr. Nash.” He said. Bobby just rolled his eyes and continued walking to his office. Evan walked in and shut the door. “Dude how great is this? Not only did you score a promotion but you got to go home.”

“Some of us don’t mind doing work, Buck.”

“Some people also don’t mind being fucked up the ass but you won’t see me trying it.” I just rolled my eyes at him. “So what are you still doing here? Go!”

“Alright, I’m leaving.” I grabbed my briefcase and left my old office.

 I made my way home and entered through the door. Shannon exited from our bedroom.

“Eddie, what are you doing home so early?” She asked with a confused look.

“I got promoted.” Shannon’s expressions seemed to falter. “What? This is supposed to be good news. This means bigger pay.”

“Which also means more hours, more responsibilities, the less you're here.”

“Shannon, for once can you not be a bitch and just enjoy something.” Those words came out of my mouth before I had a moment to process them. Shannon was looking at me like she was plotting my murder.

“Did you just call me a bitch?”

“Honey…”

“Sorry for wanting to spend time with my husband. For wanting my son to see his father more than a few times in the morning.  Yeah, make me the bad guy.” She turned to leave again.

“Shannon, wait, I'm sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t always cut it, Eddie.” She said looking down at the floor. I walked over to where she was standing and put my hands on her waist. 

“I’m sorry, mi amor.” I said as I gave her a kiss. “How about this, tonight we all go to the carnival at Chris’ school? We can have a good time and celebrate my promotion?”

“Can we get ice cream after?” She said with a smile. “Like we did after our dates?”

“We can get all the ice cream you want.”  

“I like the sound of that.” She said connecting our lips together again. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. 

After going to the carnival last night and spending time together it was time to head to work. When I arrived again, Buck was waiting for me. “What now Buck? Did I get fired before I even started?” 

“No dude. Your assistant is an absolute 10.”

“What?”

“Your assistant. Dude the tits and ass on her is out of this world. If you don’t tap that, I seriously will.”

“Again, I’m married.”

“You’re married, not dead. I’m serious, that's serious spank bank material.”

“Dude, can you speak about her like a human being.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Her personality also seemed good.” He said sarcastically. “Dude I’m talking about ass here.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that right?”

“If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that.” We entered the elevator and made our way to the floor without Evan opening his mouth again. When we stepped out Evan nodded to his right, “incoming.” 

“Mr.Diaz?” I heard from the direction that Evan was nodding. When I made eye contact with the person that was calling my name I was blown away. A beautiful woman was walking my way and extending her hand. Her hair was flawless almost like she had a hair team adjust a misplaced hair every second, her outfit was expensive and classy but it also hugged her body in a perfect way and made her curves show beautifully.

“Uhh, yeah that’s me. Please call me Eddie.”

“Hello, Eddie. I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I’m your new personal assistant. It’s nice to meet you.” She said flashing me an award winning smile.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“I’ve been here since 5 am and we have a lot to go over. Mr. Nash needs you to sign the following documents, we need to head over to PR and set an appointment for a sit down and release a public statement after Jonah’s departure…” She started to speak as she handed me documents.

“Woah, let me stop you down right there. We still need to head to my office first. Buck, I’ll see you later for lunch.”

“Uhh… Not today. We have to go to a board lunch immediately during the lunch hour. Mr. Buckley, if you would like I could try to squeeze you in our busy schedule.” She said once again flashing that smile. 

Buck threw his hands up in the air. “Please don’t let me disturb you two.” He turned to me. “I’ll see you at my house after work.”

“Alright.” Buck left and I started to walk towards my office.

“Sir,” I turned back to Y/n. “Your office is this way, remember.”

“Oh yeah.” Something tells me I’m in for a hell of a ride.

Chapter 1 of my new mini-series. Hopefully I won’t lose motivation like I did on Spilling blood in the name of love. 

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