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nolita-fairytale · 11 months

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Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part three

part two | masterlist | part four me and @carmensberzattos are back again with more carmy as your baby daddy thots. no fr, this is pretty much just a leaked and edited version of our dms. telling people & your second trimester. #teambreaktheinternet

telling everyone at the bear is the most heartwarming and fluffy thing. tina absolutely knew the whole time. "i knew it!" she brags smugly. "what do you mean you knew?!" you exclaim while carmy looks perplexed. "just a feeling," she shrugs in her most 'i'm always right' tone of voice. "food poisoning, my ass."

richie's reaction is unexpected. while you think he'll say something snarky or crass, he has a much more emotional reaction. he gets quiet for a long time, and neither you nor carmy are going to say anything about the tears welling in his eyes. it's not till later, as you're getting ready to go, that he pulls you aside. "thank you for changing his life," he says, and you think it's the most genuine you've ever seen him.

the second restaurant, sydney's restaurant, is open and up-and-running, so you have to make your way there next. while carmy is working that night, you head over to the new restaurant with a cake you made that says 'best auntie ever.' it takes her a minute to realize that you're telling her that you're pregnant, and she practically stops any pre-shift duties as she tackles you in a hug while yelling: "we're having a baby!? we're having a baby!!!"

telling sugar and pete goes exactly as expected. sugar is so excited that their baby boy will have a cousin close in age to grow up with. "don't cry, pete," you all groan. (@carmensberzattos and I have a headcanon about this headcanon that sugar had a boy and named him michael 😭 and of course she asked carmy if it was ok before staking claim over the name).

while your first trimester is ROUGH, the fog begins to clear as you enter your second trimester. as your hormones change, the morning sickness is quickly replaced by a high sex drive and carmy can't get enough. it's everything: your hair is thicker, the pregnancy boobs are incredible, there's a glow about you and you just can't keep your hands off of him. the fact that he knows that you're carrying his child drives him absolutely wild. he is more than happy to help out when you're begging him to fuck you morning, noon, and night.

however, carmy gets all kinds of flustered when anyone else but you catches wind of how much sex you've been having. one day he shows up late to the restaurant and richie is laughing his ass of. "what's up?" "nothin'. just that you're late because you're gettin' some, cousin." and carmy is blushing beet red all the way down to his toes as richie shakes his head and says, "men can never resist a pregnant woman, cousin. tiff was the same way."

he comes home and grumbles about the long day he's had since richie's been so unprofessional all damn day. "so he knows you're gettin' some. what's the big deal, bear?" you ask him. "the big deal is... richie doesn't know when to shut the fuck up!" he huffs. "i hate to break it to you, baby, but i doubt anyone thinks you knocked me up by way of immaculate conception," you laugh, cheekily while running a hand over your belly, and he's blushing again.

ok but why is wearing overalls (in general, but also) while pregnant such a vibe?! you have a pair for your gardening and farm work, but your overall and dress collection expands dramatically when you start showing because all you want to do is be comfy.

you get an insatiable craving for trashy chicken nuggets. mcdonald's, sonic, dino nuggets made in the air fryer (or even just in the microwave), you name it! marcus makes fun of you considering you're married to a james beard award winning chef and yet all you want is fried chicken. carmy begins making you your own nugget sauces because, while he can't flip the bear into a drive-thru fast food chain, he CAN make a mean buffalo sauce, a homemade ranch, or a fancy beet ketchup.

you want to give the baby something gender neutral that you can refer to them as, still undecided about whether or not you want to find out. it slips out one day while carmy is talking to your belly before bed (because of course pete told him that was something he should do) and you're both a freaking mess when carmy calls them baby bear for the first time.

speaking of pete, he sees fatherhood as another way to connect with carmy. it's sweet, but in classic pete fashion, he's a tries a little too hard. he's in love with being a father and is more than happy to lend carmy books, recruit him for a daddy & me bootcamp, and asking the both of you if you want to hold his baby michael every chance he gets. while sugar pretends that she hates it (she loves it) you're more than happy to leave carmy with pete for the day. sure, it's annoying, and sure pete's A LOT, but it really IS sweet.

sugar insists on throwing you a baby shower and pete offers to help the two of you find a bigger apartment since you'll need more room. you decide to strike while the iron is hot (aka while you have the energy to) and the two of you move to a bigger unit in your building. you're most definitely wearing overalls and you're most definitely beginning to show. carmy doesn't want to let you lift anything where you have to remind him that you're pregnant, not breakable (which, still doesn't put his mind at ease). regardless, marcus, gary, sugar, and pete all come to help the two of you move on a saturday. (sydney is running a whole new damn restaurant so she's busy or she'd be there but she makes sure to send food over and stops by later to check in that night).

liz & maya send you the sweetest gift: a crocheted onesie with 'baby bear' embroidered on the front, while your parents have already purchased grandma and grandpa merch. they're on the first flight out as soon as soon as you and carmy facetime them and tell them the news.

carmy never misses a single doctor's appointment. it doesn't matter what shift he has to call out of or who he has to call in a favor with, he will be there. you have ultrasound photos everywhere: taped to the fridge, in your planner, in carmy's office at the restaurant, functioning as a bookmark in one of your books.

marcus runs a mean campaign to be godfather that would give any presidential candidate a run for their money. richie competes with him, partially just to stir the pot, and carmy has to talk him down, reminding him that he got to be the witness in your wedding. you make the argument that if anything ever happened to the two of you, you'd want your baby to grow up with a pastry chef for a parent-figure. "dark..." richie comments, shooting you a look, while you shrug it off with a laugh. "that was dark, babe," carmy says, nervously. "yeah the concept of godparents is dark, honey," you point out.

after going back and forth about it, you and carmy decide that you do want to know the gender of baby bear after all. when you finally share your decision with your OB, she's more than excited to share with you that you're having a girl. you and carmy, both teary-eyed, stare up at the ultrasound and declare that it's a new chapter for the berzatto family.

#social media au #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy

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spilledquinoa · 1 month

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I've just realized how long it's been since I've done one of these (sorry bout that) but @rottenpumpkin13 has inspired me to do another one!

Sephiroth

"simply, communism."

"sometimes you just have to put sanity before fun"

"and I will say 'boo' and send you an email saying 'boo'" (also works for Angeal)

"watch out. he's blue and predictable"

"did you just say 'I'm vaginal'??"

"chicken<6"

"did you say 'prison' and look at me?"

"I'm so mentally unstable it's hilarious"

Genesis

"my mom has limbs you nipple spork"

"get in loser, we're going to the mortitician this Saturday"

"when Gwen Stefani dies, I call dibs on Hollaback Girl royalties"

"what's the point of a voodoo doll if you don't test it?"

"who cares about you graduating when the POLAR BEARS are getting HEART ATTACKS"

"roses are red, I might be autistic, I'm actually super gay but that's not a secret"

"so that's that. I didn't swear. like a whore."

"it's toxic but in a frisky way"

"you little piss-ants"

"what rhymes with alcoholic"

Angeal

"who is it? who's meowin'?"

"Genesis is subpar at best but he's not lame!"

"why aren't we vaccinating the chickens?"

"turkey, turkey, sociopathic turkey..."

"'I drive all night to keep her warm' (referring to Story of My Life by One Direction) man, you don't have to drive to keep someone warm? get a blanket! cheaper than gas!"

"I respect, acknowledge, and admire the grindset"

"capital mark"

Zack

"bananas are freakin weird man"

"he said he has a stommy ache"

"tomato, tomahto, ketchup, potato"

"ham means death??"

"pizza that has lost all heat and pizza that has been put in the fridge are two VERY different kinds of cold pizza"

"I feel like a dish pickle"

"while you've been running the Eiffel Tower, I've been secretly stuffing bees into pants"

"I had a dream someone was cussing me out in sign language"

"when it's 0° I wear pants"

"if you need the bathroom, go now or forever hold your pee"

*whispering* "are they stealing monkey nipple milk??"

"if it's slow, it's bisquik"

Cloud

"well that was OPPRESSIVELY offensive"

"she's Amish, not racist"

"it's educated gambling"

"no I do want scurvy, just to say that I've had it"

"ZACK SAID FREEDOM AWAITS AND I HEARD FREE THE HOMELESS"

"if you step on a crack and break your mom's back, what about orphans?"

"at your temple dipshit"

"you can't just 'dick around' at a SENATE HEARING."

*about Genesis* "wow! I never knew someone could that well versed in being a bitch!"

"I will never cease to disappoint"

Group!

Cloud: is it snowing or hailing?

Zack: snailing

Cloud: aren't you gay??

Genesis: yeah sometimes I forget

Angeal: protons have mass

Zack: I didn't know they were Catholic!

*chatter, before room goes suddenly silent*

Angeal: ...and that's how I first kissed Genesis on the mouth!

Cloud: that's a real how I met your mother vibe

Zack: I'm being killed!

Genesis: no you're being kidnapped fuckwad, there's a difference

Angeal, about Cloud: you're selling yourself out to the army?

Genesis: like a prostitute??

Sephiroth: you're offending prostitutes

Genesis: at least they get something out of it

#genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife #ff7 #ffvii #sephiroth #angeal hewley #zack fair #incorrect quotes #final fantasy vii

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jackhues · 2 months

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this time around - angel's world

NOTE: this takes place during april/2024. if you'd like to be tagged in coming works, comment on this <3 also... i think updates on this are starting again now (maybe next part in a week idk)

this is a series/interactive au, so feel free to send in any ideas/requests/thoughts you have about this! angel's world au masterlist!!

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE|| PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX - SMAU (COMING SOON)

verstappen!twin reader x mat barzal ,, f1xhockey

angel looked at the time, nervously playing with her dress.

it was almost five o'clock, which meant her dad was almost here. it'd been a few months since she began dating mathew, and besides max, no one in her family had met him.

the truth was, she was nervous.

she knew everyone would love mat, he was a great person. but her dad might not. he was a person who'd done... questionable things while raising her and her twin. and while she held no grudge against him for those things, mat wasn't his biggest fan.

angel could only hope no one caused a problem today.

"you alright?"

angel looked up at mat, a smile spreading on her face just at the sight of him.

"i'm great," she promised. "just nervous. please don't say anything about the things dad did-"

"i won't," he held her hands in his. "look, i know he wasn't a great person, and i know you're okay with the things that happened. i also know that i'm not okay with those things... but this is only the first time we're meeting. i'm not going to say anything stupid, i promise. i'll be a nice canadian boy for the night, promise."

angel smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "thank you. i know you don't like this, but it's... it's too hard explaining things to dad. he doesn't get it. so we just limit our time with him instead."

"well, it's something," mat shrugged to himself. at angel's look, he raised his hands in the air, "i'll behave. i promise."

"alright lovebirds," max entered the living room, "you ready for the biggest test of your life?"

"max," angel groaned.

"i'm joking, i'm joking," the older twin laughed. "he'll love mat, and if he doesn't, that's fine, because lewis already offered to walk you down the aisle in dad's place."

"max!" she groaned again.

"i'm just making sure everyone knows the options!" he responded.

before angel or mat could respond, the doorbell rang, casting a spell and freezing the trio in their places.

"let's hope he didn't hear that last comment," max muttered, breaking the silence. "i'll get the door."

"i'll get it," angel grabbed max's arm to hold him back.

he'd spent his entire life putting himself in their dad's view, keeping angel away from him and his anger... but they weren't little kids anymore. she could face him.

she slipped down the hallways and to the door, opening it before she could chicken out.

and there stood jos verstappen, nodding at the sight of angel. he didn't smile much, angel knew that. so the nod was his way of smiling... or at least that's what she told herself.

"hi dad," she greeted him, hugging him since she hadn't seen him in a while. "how have you been?"

"same old," her dad responded, entering her apartment and making his way to the living room. "too many races on the calendar this year, flying back and forth is hard."

angel was tempted to remind him that he didn't have to be present at every race, but she managed to keep her mouth shut.

they entered the living room together, and jos did a double take at the sight of mathew.

"this the boyfriend?" he asked simply.

"mathew barzal," mat came over to introduce himself.

jos shook his hand and introduced himself.

"here, have a seat," mathew made space for him on the couch.

max and angel exchanged a glance, slightly surprised that jos took a seat and continued the conversation.

"i never knew he was this polite," max whispered to his twin, and it took angel a second to realize he was referring to mat. "didn't he tell charles to drive his car off a cliff after he beat him at mario kart?"

"maybe it's the canadian in him," angel offered. "lance does similar things sometimes."

"it's so weird," max muttered.

"i know."

surprisingly, the rest of the night and dinner went on without a hitch, and when it was finally time for jos to leave, he even gave mat a hug. angel tensed, but mat patted his back as if the two were old friends.

"he's a good one, huh?" jos even said to angel before leaving. "i like him."

angel didn't know what to say, so she shut the dmaoor in his face.

she walked back to the living room, still trying to process her dad's words, when she noticed mat and max in deep conversation. mathew knew next to nothing about f1, and max knew next to nothing about hockey... they were from two different worlds.

and yet, they sat in angel's living room, conversing as if they'd known each other for years, as if they were friends who simply enjoyed each other's company.

and with a start, angel realized that she did indeed, choose a good one this time around.

#naqia writes!#angel's world! au #naqia's au's!#formula one racing #formula 1 #formula one x oc #formula one #formula one imagine #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal x oc #new york islanders imagine

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jpitha · 10 months

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Dreams of Hyacinth 23

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Nick and Eastern spent the next few days cleaning and working with the support frames to refit Tink. It turned out that she was mostly dusty and was overstating how rundown she really was. Even her Stardrive only needed some fuses, some cleaning, and a main reset done and was good as new. Nick asked for her to run a Stardrive test, partly to make sure their work was enough, and partly because he had never been aboard a Starjumper running their stardrive and she obliged.

Nick and Eastern sat in their chairs on the Command Deck as they tilted back and surrounded them in the supportive soft cushion to protect them from acceleration forces.

"Ready?"

"We're ready Tink, let's do six gees for two minutes."

"That's pretty high, are you sure?"

"It's only two minutes, Tink, we'll be fine."

"Six gees, two minutes, aye. I'm going to need to WEP the reactors for that too, okay?"

"You don't need our permission for that Tink, you're the Starjumper."

Tink chuckled. "In the old days I did. I could always do it on my own, but humans like to believe that I wouldn't WEP my reactor unless I had permission. Anyway, I'm just letting you know so you don't wonder about the noise."

Nick started "What noi-" and then he heard it. It was the sound that he heard when they first came onboard. Like a roaring whine underpinned with a quiet alarm from deep within the ship. After a moment there was a much louder alarm, and a warning flashed on the display screens "Acceleration Warning. Acceleration Warning. Acceleration Warning."

After it flashed the third time, Nick felt it. It was like the hand of a giant was pressing him into his seat. He felt his cheeks get heavy, he felt his eyes get heavy. As he struggled to breathe, the chair helped my compressing and releasing his chest. The weight was immense. He could also hear the roar of the stardrive through the ship. It was a rumbling vibration that was coming from the deck. Nick had expected the ship to shake more than it was, but it really was a smooth run. Tink counted down audibly until they reached zero and thrust cut.

"Hah! Still got it!" Okay, we're going to flip and do it again now. Get ready."

"What? Why? We just proved it works."

"Well yes, but now we're moving. If we don't want to miss Chloe's beacon - and crash into Parvati - I need to boost us in the other direction for the same amount of time. Hold tight!"

This time, there was much less fanfare. The couches squeezed Nick and Eastern almost as soon as Tink stopped talking and the drives fired again. Another two minutes and the pressure let up. "Okay, we're back where we started more or less and we're are the same speed - again, more or less."

Eastern sat up, rubbing her shoulders. She didn't like the acceleration couches. "Everything hold together?"

"Better than I hoped. Didn't even lose any books!" Tink laughed. "I haven't done that in centuries. It felt good. Like, getting a real satisfying stretch after you haven't had one in a long time. Let's stop here and you two eat luch."

Nick and Eastern got up from their chairs and as they went into the lounge Nick could smell a familiar smell. He turned the corner only to find one of the support frames bustling in the kitchen. "Tink, what are you doing?"

"Just because I don't need to eat doesn't mean I'm not interested in food. A lot of my books are cookbooks. I wanted to try making something. Sit, sit! Lunch will be ready in two more minutes."

Nick looked at Eastern who shrugged. They both sat and after almost two minutes exactly had passed, the frame came out carrying two plates. "Go easy on me, I don't get to taste things as I cook with a frame, so I can only estimate how it is, and I get that a bunch of cooking is tasting and adjusting because ingredients are variable, but let me know how you like it."

Nick took his spoon and took a bite of easily the best butter chicken he had ever had in his life. He looked up at the frame wide eyed with surprise. "Tink this is amazing. This is without a doubt the best butter chicken I have ever had. That's not an exaggeration, it's a fact."

Eastern was chewing with her eyes closed, oblivious to everything around her. "Tink this is divine. I'll go further than Nick, this is the best meal I've ever had, full stop. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Tink demurred. "Like I said, I read a lot. I've read hundreds of cookbooks. Most of them go over technique too, so I have a pretty good repertoire. I just haven't had the chance to practice and anyone to try what I make. So... you like it? Can I keep cooking?"

"Tink, I'll pay you extra if you keep cooking and be the ships cook. I don't know if I want to eat anything else!" Nick laughed and took another bite.

They finished lunch quickly and as they went back to the Command Deck, there was a beeping alert from a station. Eastern went over and checked it out. "Hey Tink, this says something linked in relatively close to us. You see it? It's probably the comms beacon."

"Checking... Oh, there it is." A pause. "Huh, it's not a beacon, it's ship. It's a little far away, we must be off our original coordinates after testing the Stardrive. I'll hail them."

Tink tied them into the communications network with their cybernetics so they could listen in and talk if needed. "Unknown ship, this is Tinker Toy, please identify yourselves."

The reply was soft and took a beat with a little static due to distance, but was easily understood. "As I live and breathe! Tink! You're still around? I thought you had given up and were just a tramp freighter. It's Medicine Hat, I haven't heard from you in a grip of time!"

Tink was immediately surprised and her voice became warm and welcoming. "Hat! I could ask the same of you! You aren't even a Starjumper and here you are, galivanting around the Galaxy. You still traveling with that nogoodnik Canadian friend of yours?"

Laughter over the radio link, "Yeah, I still run with Gord, but he's not here today. He was busy doing other stuff. I have Chloe with me, she wanted to come out in person and talk."

"Well then come aboard. I have plenty of room for you Hat, you don't need to sit out in the cold. I have no cargo and my only passengers are Nick and Eastern. Nick, Eastern, this is Medicine Hat. He's an old friend of mine."

"Hi Medicine Hat, nice to meet you."

"Hello Medicine Hat!"

Hat made a surprised noise. "We're on AI channels, how-" A pause. "Never mind, I guess that might have something to do with why you called Chloe. We'll come meet up in a few and we'll talk more in person. See you soon." Medicine Hat closed the connection.

It took about an hour for Medicine Hat to come to their location and then go inside Tink's massive, empty cargo hold. Tink's support frames spent the hour frantically cleaning and dusting the hall and lift between the cargo hold and where Eastern and Nick were living up near the Command Deck.

Tinker Toy had gigantic cargo doors installed centuries ago; even before she had decided to concentrate on cargo, she preferred moving things over people. Hat slipped in easily and connected up to an expanding umbilical to the cargo airlock. Once he was connected, he joined the ships network and could be heard over the speakers as easily as Tink could.

Nick and Eastern had made their way down to the cargo airlock and stood there, feeling only a little awkward. It was Tink's ship, but they still felt like they should be there to meet this Chloe. Tink hadn't said much about her, only that she was an old AI and had been in a body for a long time.

While they were waiting, the airlock clunked and whirred as the atmosphere inside was exchanged with the atmosphere in Medicine Hat. Finally, with a hiss and thump, the airlock slid open.

Inside was a woman, taller than both Nick and Eastern. She was fully two meters tall, with pale skin, long silvery hair and eyes that were an icy blue.

AIs can wear bodies as well as wearing ships. Out of a sense of community, or a desire to fit in, or not cause 'trouble,' most AIs follow a traditional human body plan.

That's not to say they have to.

Chloe is unusual - though not unique - in that while her body is human shaped, she doesn't conform to the standard human colors and patterns. It lends her an imperious, otherworldly appearance that she likes. When asked about it before her reply has always been along the lines of "I'm not human, why would I want to look exactly like them?"

Chloe stood in the airlook looking down at Eastern and Nick. They in turn looked up at her. Nick took a breath and swallowed. "Hello! You must be Chloe. I'm Nick, and this is Eastern, pleased to meet you!"

She nodded and stepped aboard. "Tink, why are there BIs on your neural network?"

Eastern made a face and turned her head, showing Chloe the ten small ports at the base of her neck. Chloe's eyes went wide and she looked at them as if for the first time. "Both of you?"

Nick nodded and turned his head, showing his cybernetic access points.

"Who did this to you?" Her voice was a whisper.

"An AI gangster on Hyacinth, Jameson."

Chloe's face contorted into a snarl. "An AI did this? I'm going to-"

Nick interrupted. "He's dead."

"Who killed him?"

Eastern looked at Nick who nodded once. "The Empress did."

Chloe's eyes went wide and she stared at both of them hard. After a moment she sighed and her shoulders fell just a little. "You had better explain what's going on then."

"There's no need to do it standing in the hall Chloe. Nick and Eastern have been working with me and my support frames to spruce up the place. Come up to the lounge. I have tea and coffee ready."

"You're doing the cooking Tink?" Hat sounded surprised. "I had no idea."

"I got into a cookbook phase a century ago or so. I haven't had anyone to cook for before, it's fun to use skills I learned."

Chloe nodded. "We'll go to the lounge then and discuss things."

As they took the lift back up to where Nick and Eastern were living, Chloe looked at them. Nick felt her stare bore into him. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer and met Chloe's eyes. "What is it?"

Chloe blinked and her face softened. "I'm sorry, I was staring. I was just feeling... sorry for you?"

"What? Why?"

"Because of your cybernetics. You had such a dangerous procedure done against your will."

Nick nodded. "It killed our K'laxi girlfriend, Selkirk."

Chloe sputtered. "They're trying it with K'laxi too? This is outrageous. It's dangerous enough to do the surgery on humans, but K'laxi's brains are completely different!"

"Raaden said they had five or six successes before they did it to Selkirk. Um'reli, one of the Empress'... retainers? Assistants? Someone she knew from the Melody days anyway had it done and it was successful. Selkirk also volunteered." Nick cast his eyes down when he explained it. "I think she wanted to be a greater part of what we were doing."

Chloe's face looked distant. "Raaden? Helen Raaden? Tall, blond hair, from Venus?"

Eastern looked up at Chloe. "You know her?"

Chloe's face darkened. "Unfortunately. I knew that she had taken a dreadnought out to The Reach, but I hadn't kept up with what happened after that. I heard rumors that she was in command of one of Melody's Calamity Class Super Dreadnoughts, but I thought all of them were destroyed..." Chloe looked at both of them a little awkwardly. "I... wasn't part of the attack, I wasn't here. I only know what happened second hand."

Eastern pursed her lips. It seems like they hadn't sent someone very high up in the AI hierarchy after all. "Raaden said she still has her ship hidden in Sol somewhere. We never went to it. We spent all our time on Hyacinth."

"The High Mars Orbital? Ancestors, I haven't visited in centuries. I always liked the main square at the bottom. What was it called, congregation?"

"Congregation Square yes. It's a bit of a tourist trap now." Nick shrugged.

The doors to the lift opened and they stepped out into the lounge. Chloe looked around and marveled. "Tink, you've never been refitted! I had no idea you had your original interior. This looks amazing."

Tink sounded just a touch defensive. "After Saturn, I stopped carrying BIs. No BIs, no need to upgrade."

"Yes, I understand Tink, but even then this must have been old." Chloe ran her long fingers against the back of the couches and looked around. "It's beautiful Tink. I think you're the last Starjumper to have your original layout."

"That can't be the case Chloe. There's hundreds of us. Someone else must also have their original fittings."

Chloe sighed. "Not anymore Tink. There are maybe one hundred Starjumpers left. Fewer probably. Melody's war was costly."

Tink was silent for a moment longer than Nick expected. "I had no idea Chloe."

Chloe flopped into one of the couches in the lounge. Her long frame looked slightly comical trying to sit on the couch. "I don't blame you for it Tink, Lots of us didn't get involved. Some wanted to wait and see, others weren't able, and still others weren't sure that going after Melody with guns blazing was the right course of action." She sighed again. "If Helen Raaden is the Empress now, it appears that those who said we shouldn't go in guns blazing were right."

Nick walked in carrying three mugs of tea and sat them in front of Chloe and Eastern while taking one for himself. "So you believe us?"

Chloe nodded. "We had a hunch something was up. There was a lot of financial activity going on in Sol and some of our... mutual acquaintances in Sol let us know some odd stuff was going."

"She means the AIs that run the banks back in Sol" Tink adds."

"Thanks Tink, I gathered." Eastern took a sip of her tea. "So what do we do?"

Chloe took her tea and sipped delicately. "Frankly Eastern, I have no idea."

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#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and aliens #jpitha #the k’laxiverse #The Dreams of Hyacinth

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Winter Book Quote Rp Meme

final book in the Lunar Chronicles Series by Marissa Meyer- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes- part one

“Yeah, but broken isn't the same as unfixable.”

“See that eye roll? It translates to, ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off of you, Captain?”

“I'm going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five.'

“Careful is my middle name. Right after Suave and Daring.”

“Do you even know what you're saying half the time?”

“She was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in was not an option.”

“And they all lived happily to the end of their days.”

“What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?”

“She would be brave. She would be heroic. She would make her own destiny.”

“If this emperor thing doesn’t work out, you might have a future career in espionage.”

“May I request a new uniform? A towel seems inappropriate for the position.”

“Right now, a kiss is the going rate for near-death experiences. It's kind of a point system.”

Oh, I fully intend to form an alliance. I just intend to put a different queen on the throne first.”

“You should hate me. I’m an idiot. I made a mistake.”

“You may be an idiot, but I assure you, you’re quite a lovable one.”

"We're not putting rice in my head.”

“I am a criminal mastermind, I am here to take down this regime.”

“I passed out from stress? That’s it?”

“I believe the princess term is fainted,”

"Brilliant speech. Such gumption and bravado."

“She definitely has a crush on you. It's about the size of Jupiter.”

“I don't hear anything."

"Exactly. That's what happens when you *stop talking*.”

“They're the first crew I've ever had and most of them even call me Captain. I'm going to miss them.”

there is an assassin under my bed.”

“It’s not proper for seventeen-year-old princesses to be alone with young men who have questionable intentions.”

“I am your guard. I'm here to protect you and keep you out of trouble, and that’s it.”

“Princess, you have got to stop collecting these rebels.”

“And what about young men who she’s been best friends with since she was barely old enough to walk?”

“She’s our lost princess. And she’s coming home.”

“Oh, stars. I don't know his real name. How can I not know his real name? What kind of alpha mate am I?”

“She shot me in the arm once.”

“You think I’m perfect?”

"I told you I could get him to call me the captain."

"So while I'm not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.”

“Fear was a weakness in the court. Much better to act unperturbed. Much safer to act crazy, when in doubt.”

“You’re the only person in the galaxy who would ever call me lovable.”

“I’m the only person in the galaxy crazy enough to believe it.”

“We may be animals, but we will never again live in your cage.”

“People do not put their faith in phantoms.”

“You are the capital U in Unhelpful.”

“When do we start planning a revolution again?”

"I had a picture of him taped to my wall when I was fifteen. Grand-mere cut it off a cereal box."

“I didn’t know if you were dead or being held hostage, or if you’d been eaten by one of the queen’s soldiers. It’s been driving me mad not knowing.”

“Brave, stupid girl,”

“I’m still thanking all the stars, one by one.”

“No. She will never be queen.”

“There is no safer place for me than at your side.”

“Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.”

“You mean she doesn’t intend to blow me up before the ceremony?”

“She was going to have to train herself not to stare at him quite as often as she was used to. That would be no easy task.”

“You and your taste buds can stop bragging anytime now.”

“It did not feel like home. It felt like a place that had been built to be paradise, but had become a prison.”

“If anyone dies today it will be because they finally have something to believe in. Don’t you even think about taking that away from them now.”

“I would have killed everyone of them to get to you. I would have done anything to get you back. Knowing that we were coming here was the only thing that kept me sane.”

“Just kissing my girl,”

“Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds." "I've been waiting for you to admit you wanted my body.”

“Patience, friend. They're coming for you.”

“She screamed like a thousand birds were picking at her flesh. She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.”

. “There was also a time when I could come visit you without feeling like I was supposed to toss bread crumbs to earn your favor.”

“Bread crumbs? Do I look like a goose?”

“I will not play fetch, but I might howl if you ask nicely.”

“I have returned and I am here to take back what’s mine.”

“I’m going to tell her I’ve fallen for one of my captors and the wedding is off.”

I'm sorry that I'm not sort of pretty anymore.”

“This miserable, awful woman still had no idea what it meant to be truly beautiful, or truly loved.”

“I expected palm trees and red carpets,"

"I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn't make it love."

“The young princess was as beautiful as daylight. She was more beautiful even than the queen herself.”

“You, my queen, are fair; it’s true. But the young queen is far more fair than you.”

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pbandjesse · 9 months

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I am comfortable in my hammock. I'm having a pretty nice day. Even if other people are bringing me down a bit. I am trying to let things ago. Let myself be happy. But it is very hard. This is why I like being alone up here.

I slept alright last night. It was hard getting up but I honestly felt fine when I got up. I hugged on James. They had brought my stuff to the car already because they are great. Love my husband. Very quickly though I was on the road.

I stopped for breakfast. Gave a person begging what I could. The woman at the window commented that they were just going to use it for something they shouldn't. And I said that my character is judged by what I did to help, where my heart was, not what she did with it after. That's on her character. And the woman at the window agreed with me and said I had a good heart.

I got to camp at 8. Someone driving out, the entrance, gave me a dirty look. And there was a baby bunny I had to stop for. But it was normal beyond that.

It was chilly. I got out of the car and found that the art building was musty but it was fine. I was not happy about the tent was not out back

I had to move my tables. And there was trash. But the thing that made me angry was my table cups, that have materials like colored pencils and scissors, were left on the picnic table so they were filled with water form the rain and a bunch of supplies were ruined. I was furious. I sent a very cursey text to CJ just because if I didn't say it to someone I was going to say it in the group chat and get fired.

Ty would come go to tell me that there was trash and mess at homestead and the very old chicken, grandma, was injured!!! We were worried that it was children in the enclosure or something. So we decided to go to the office to talk to Alexi.

Alexi was understanding. She is hopeful that it wouldn't be the kids who hurt grandma and was maybe a fox. But she is discouraged that the areas aren't being treated appropriately.

As we were talking and going through complaints and ideas to make it better Kieran came in and told us that the chef claims that there was a bear in the trash!! So now we're like was it a bear??? Wild.

We headed back to arts and crafts. And it would be a fine day. Tati was great and super helpful. She would be in charge of the hot glue and would get so good at it by the end of the day. Like we were figuring out how to layer yarn to look like hair and she really has it down by the end.

I would read a little. Work on my knitting. And we would talk about the weekend and our projects and the plan for the day. And the group would be late but they would come soon enough.

And the project is going pretty well so far!! I'm glad I didn't put all the markers out because they would break some. But overall they were great with the materials and I loved what they made. Not everyone did a person but I said animals were fine as long as they had faces. And it was just really fun to see what they came up with.

Both my morning groups did well. And then it was lunch time. Which ended up being a bust. They had hot dogs. I wish they did vegetarian hot dogs but instead we got some kind of stir fry. Which I was not feeling so I had a hot dog bun and went to make Mac and cheese. I was nice sitting with friends though. But at noon I went to make the Mac and cheese at the office.d

Tyler would join me to use the microwave. And he would give me a cinnamon twist from his dominos leftovers which was excellent. We ate on the porch and we were able to get some paperwork done that camp needed for the reaccreditation that's happening this week.

Speaking of that though. I got very frustrated later in the day because Cody would come up to our building and he gave me a paper that he said we should have been filling out and he was surprised that I had never seen this before. Basically it's an entire list of materials that the programs use. I don't know if you guys can picture what the art building looks like. But it would take me days to document all of the stuff and quantities of things that are in here. And he wants it done by tomorrow. That is impossible task and not fair that they are asking of me two days before the accreditation is happening. This shouldn't have been given to me now it should have been given to me during training. When there was actually a chance of me having time to do that. So I'm very overwhelmed by that but I'm trying not to let it bother me and I'm going to try to have Tatiana just list everything she can see in the room and will make estimations of what things are. Because man am I stressed out about that.

After lunch though I had my two-day camps and my older kids. And it went really well. I brought the metal stamping kit with me and a couple people made coins today and that was really fun. A couple of the counselors got really into it. And everyone really likes painting on the wood and so because I do not have enough spoons I texted Joe and asked if he would mind cutting wood for me just to have more pieces. And he said he would and that was really great of him.

During my half hour break after my day camp but before my older kids Dad called and we talked for half an hour and I wish we could have talked longer. It was really good to hear him and he sounded really strong and healthy. I know he started physical therapy again today and I really hope it helps him regain some confidence and balance. But it was nice to talk and I got to tell him all about Jess's house and some stuff at camp that's been drama. But it was just really nice talking to him even if it was just a short period of time.

And like I said the older girls really enjoyed making bracelets and beads and one of the girls made a stamped coin and then their counselor was really into it and made a couple. Including one that said on Wednesdays we wear pink. And I thought that was so funny. So at the end of the day I would sit down and I would stamp out the whole quote about being crazy in a rubber room with rats. Because the younger boys say it all the time and I thought it would be funny to show that to them. It did take me a while to make though.

My last group was with Trista and I love Trista. I was very sad that I missed their class last week when I had to go to the doctor. And we had a nice conversation while the kids worked and talked to Tatiana made sure that the kids pieces didn't look bald unless that's what they wanted. We had this bit going with this one child who made there character green with very sparse orange hair and we kept going. Oh my God. How did you do that. It's like a mirror. You you did that so well. And just being so dramatic about it. And she would go I know like no one believes just I made this That's how good it is. It was very silly.

But at 4:15 I said goodbye to everyone and I grabbed my pool bag and I headed out. I was going to go swimming because it was really hot out. And it was the hottest time of the day.

There were so many kids in the shower though so I couldn't get changed in the bathroom so thankfully no one was using the laundry room and I wouldn't change them there after chatting with the lifeguards for a few minutes. I checked in with CJ as well who had to be a counselor today because Candela is not here from Spain yet. Something happened with her flight but she should be here tonight. And then I got in the water. And it was beautiful.

I was just kind of sit in the cold for a while and eventually would get most of my hair wet. Celia did not remember her bathing suit again. I'm actually just texted her to tell her to put her suit in her backpack so that this does not happen again. So she would just sit with her legs in the water but eventually Antonio and Annabelle joined me. And it was fun watching the kids do pool canoes and I just floated for a while and it was a good temperature and I felt very happy being in the water.

At 5:00 I decided to get out. The kids were going swimming again after their canoes and I went and took a shower. Max was in the bathroom trying to clean but because of girls bathing suits they just bring so much water and that it's impossible to clean it because it's all wet. So he had to wait a while anyway and I went to go take my shower and felt so much better afterwards.

I came back up to arts and crafts and I felt okay. Kind of uncomfortable but fine. I would hang out for a while in the outside hammock and was reading. I did my rubber rat crazy stamp thing. And then once it was closer to 6 I took my book and went down to the lodge.

I got lots of pillows from wonderful children on my way there. And when I got there I sat in the back corner and I read for a while. The colts book is okay. I've decided I'm going to skip the ones that I'm not super interested in right now but I think I would like to go back to a narrative book tomorrow. We'll see. I have a couple still that I would like to read on my shelf this week. Got nothing's really calling to me yet. I was not really looking forward to dinner when I heard that they combined the vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, and allergy concern dinner into one thing. Again. I don't understand why the chefs don't understand that they should just be making whatever everybody else is having as close to that as possible. Because for some ungodly reason today we had turkey patties for dinner, which apparently work gross. But the vegetarians had ratatouille. And it wasn't even good. It just tasted like stewed tomatoes with undercooked zucchini in it. I hated it and I was very upset. The one saving Grace was I asked Charlotte if I could have two rolls and at first she was like well if another child doesn't get a role coming out of your pay. But she gave me two rolls. And then I ended up getting a third roll. I wish it had butter but at least it was carbs. And they know I'm supposed to be even less carbs but they're the only thing that makes me feel not shaky. I'm trying. I'm not trying that hard but I am trying.

I was kind of sad though. Dinner just made me feel depressed. Tyler was also feeling depressed. I don't know why I'm switching between Ty and Tyler in this post But they are the same person. Just in case you weren't sure. But he was not happy either and we left and went up to the art building together. Where he made his own coin and memory with Grandma. Who is not dead but has gone home to her owner to heal. He also told me that he did find a bird net to go over the enclosure so hopefully nothing else can get in. And I hope that the office buys it ASAP.

I decided to fall back on the things I used to do when I was sad and grad school and I made a tote bag. I'm really proud of it actually because the fabric on the outside is the same as the inside and I made sure that all of the pattern is going the correct direction so all the pictures are facing the right way and it has velvet handles and a flat bottom. I'm really proud of it. It's a little oversized and floppy And I really like that. And I sent it to Jess and she made a big fuss that how beautiful it was and now I want to make more tote bags to possibly put it in my market table. So that's a consideration right now. I'm not that concerned about it though but maybe I'll knock out some cutting and that's always the part I hate the most anyway and I have big tables here so we'll see.

Tyler would head out And I would finish sewing my bag. And then I would take a walk to the nurse. I had choked on a roll as we were leaving the dining hall and I had upset myself from coughing so hard. But some water on my face helped and then I came back up here after chatting with PJ outside of the building for a bit. The air quality was very bad today and I guess we've all just given up on caring about that because I never even got an air quality alert on my phone. Even though it was at the same numbers it was the other week when we were all forced to be inside. So that's cool. I'm not annoyed by that at all.

And when I came back up here I hung out in my hammock for a while. The mosquitoes were eating my legs for the first time this summer and I hit a mosquito and blood got everywhere. I have no idea if it was my blood or somebody else's blood I was not happy about it. So I came inside and put on more bug spray and started winding down.

I closed the door at 9:00 and brushed my teeth. And I've been laying here for a while now. I hope tomorrow was a good day. I hope that my stress is of today lesson. Because honestly I had so much fun with my groups I just hate how much other people's energy brings me down. And so many people are coming to me. And it's not that I don't enjoy that I want to be a rock for people I want to be here to listen. Tatiana even said today that I was famous because every time I'm not here a million people apparently come to the door looking for me. But I just wish that it wasn't always negative. I don't mind some negative. I want to hear when things are wrong. But I also need to be positive about camp. I like this job. I like being here. I just don't like all the other crap outside of it. Fingers crossed that I can just be happy. Despite everything else.

I also really hope I sleep well tonight. I'm pretty comfortable right now and it's not supposed to be rainy or anything tomorrow so I'm hoping there's no big spikes and humidity. And I just hope it's a nice day. I hope you all have a nice day. I hope you are safe out there in the world. I also found out that my very first friend in Baltimore, Ben's husband passed away suddenly today. So I just want to remind everyone that you never know when things not going to be over. And to tell the people you love how much you love them. Until next time.

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jyanihaes · 10 months

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where is my brooklyn valentine?

⟡ chenle x oc fic

⟡ summary: suddenly, things change. when things change, chenle and maris are starting to love each other more; while on a picnic date with the lees and suhs.

⟡ genre: romance w enemies 2 lovers

⟡ word count: 5,481

⟡ work/alternate in ao3

⟡ author’s note: yay!!! here comes the next! hope you guys enjoy it a lot :)

What is a nickname Chenle likes to call himself? Stephen Chenle. Why? He idolizes Stephen Curry.

What is something to call Chenle when you're against his basketball skills?

Chicken curry.

"Are you seriously gonna continue calling me that just because you're against me, my basketball skills and literally how I idolize Stephen Curry?"

Isn't it obvious already?

"Tsk, you couldn't even design a fit right!"

She's right.

"Because I couldn't even cut the fabric properly, come on Maris."

"Be glad I'm good at basketball because I can seriously hit a ball on your goddamn face for you to shut up."

Brutality makes the girl look more fierce.

"Why do you say so?"

Why do you really say so?

"Because I really do say so."

"Who hurt you?"

Who really hurt Maris to say a comment about Chenle and how good he is at basketball? Or bring back to when Chenle got a 0 with designing a dress earlier? More like, who made her like this?

"Ask yourself, chicken curry."

The nickname, isn't it funny?

"Don't call me that again."

"We had a deal with this, idiot."

"And I, take it back."

Shoot!

After that, Maris calls Jaemin to tell him, 'Get me out of here' because she didn't want to watch any further.

"Hello, Jaem, get me out of here." She whispers, looking at Chenle who was still in the court to practice. "I am stuck with a stupid, empty minded design failure."

Fortunately, Chenle didn't hear the conversation, so she's safe.

"Why, princess? You don't wanna see your boyfriend to practice his skills for you?" He responds, chuckling after what he said. She was already frustrated as she was stuck with Chenle, and Jaemin makes it worse.

"Do you think that can help??" She again responds, sighing. "You have to get me out of here, I do not want to see an unprofessional in front of me again."

"Fine, fine,"

"I know you're outside the court. Get in now."

"Okay, okay!"

"Also, Jaemin, you do realize we're meeting Donghyuck and the brothers in Central Park, right?" She asks, as she realized that it was today she'll meet them after Donghyuck's return from Canada.

"Oh, crap!" He curses, realizing that it's been an hour. "You didn't remind me! They must've been waiting for an hour out there.."

"It was because you stuck me with a rip-off Stephen Curry, you idiot!"

"Don't call him that!"

"Screw you??" She curses back at Jaemin, with Chenle hearing it.

"Are you telling me that you screw me?"

"Get. In. Now." She whisper-yelled at the speaker, with Jaemin coming inside before she hung up.

"Screw you too, Maris."

"Excuse me?"

"You told me that you screw me, so I said it back."

"You realize I was only watching you and I was telling Jaemin that, do you?"

"Oh-- Nevermind, anyway, why's Jaemin here?" He asks, pointing at the other who was just standing there watching the two fight again. "Are you guys going home?"

"No," He responds, "We actually realized that we're late for a meetup with Donghyuck and the brothers, and now we're gonna head... there?"

"Can I come?"

There is only one thing Jaemin would rather say yes to -- Chenle coming with them to Central Park.

"Jaemin, don't you say yes--"

"Sure!" He responds happily, with Maris melting down as she was having a real, mental breakdown.

"I told you not to say yes!"

"And? I never followed you."

"God, I hate you so much," She sighed, walking out. "Let's go."

Inside Jaemin's car (Timeskip)

"Can't you believe I'll see Donghyuck again?" Renjun asks Jaemin, who is currently beside him driving.

"More like, we're both gonna see him again."

"Aw.. I love you," He smiles, kissing Jaemin's hand before he let go of it.

"Eugh, romantics." Maris suddenly responses as she sees the two being romantic in front of her, with Chenle using his phone. "And you're not bothered by this?"

"Why would I be bothered? Let the romantics be romantic." He scoffed, squirming in his seat just to try keeping comfortable in his seat beside her. "Renjun and Jaemin have been dating for years, cut them some slack."

"I've cut them too much slack!" She whisper-yells, clutching her purse which was between her and Chenle. "This always happens around me."

"So what if that always happens around you? Let it embrace you."

"Oh, god, you're not a wise man!" She smacks Chenle's arm repeatedly, already semi-yelling.

Renjun was giggling silently over the two fighting, while Jaemin was crazy frustrated while driving that he had to keep a frown (and little do you know, he wasn't frowning. He was in awe about it).

"Okay, enough fighting. Maris, Chenle is right. You must get used to us being romantic." He responds on behalf of the two fighting, teaming up against Maris. "In that way, you'll be okay with it."

"Since when did you start going against me?" She asks, realizing that Jaemin never stood up for her on this. She was used to Jaemin standing up for her, but now as he was going against her just because of the romantic situation going around Renjun and Jaemin, nobody ever teamed up with her on this. "I have totally never heard you going against me on something like this."

"That's because Chenle spoke the truth, princess."

"So suddenly why am I the bad one here?" She shrugged, confused at this whatever Chenle and Jaemin were plotting on. "And why are you guys the victims when I'm supposed to be the victim?"

"Because... you slander me and Renjun?" He stops at the traffic, looking at Maris before he looked at Renjun. "Don't you see that you're really hating how we're beautiful together?"

"Why do you keep thinking that you're so cool???" She again yells, shrugging again as she leaned back and Chenle comforting her. "This always happens whenever I'm right here in front of you, so how would I not react to you guys being the craziest lovey-doveys in the damn car?"

"Calm down, Maris!" Chenle now yells back at Maris, causing the silence inside. "If you don't calm down, I will seriously blackmail you."

"You're the one supposed to calm down!" She pointed at Chenle, lips pursed. "Blackmail me?? Oh, please, I would literally tell Jeno you got an F when you designed a dress!"

"He would never care if I got an F, at least I'm special!" He yelled back, rolling his eyes.

Jaemin was so invested that he might not hide it anymore, and then Renjun was also super invested in this, that he kept laughing about it. Chenle and Maris kept fighting as they were arguing about who blackmails who, who fights who or who whatever-thing-is who!

"Do you not know Jeno much?"

"Oh, please, I know everything!"

"Do you even realize that he gives Fs to those who failed??" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "No one cares about you getting any grade from Jeno, chicken curry."

He dramatically gasps, covering his mouth with his left hand. "How.. dare.. you!"

Renjun couldn't even hide the fact that he found this funny, so he burst out laughing. Jaemin had to proceed to pretending that he wasn't really satisfied about them arguing, because he didn't want to let them know that he was so invested in this that he already liked the drama. Chenle just continued to be dramatic and literally just made random sound effects in reference to those drama shows that he's been watching all the time in his own house.

"Why are you suddenly dramatic?" She asks, but not in the curious way.

"How dare you call me chicken curry. We had a deal about this."

Sorry, excuse me, what deal? What deal did you guys go through? No one had a deal for this!

"What deal? I never heard about a deal!"

"Kill yourself. See how you'll realize the deal soon so--"

"Okay, guys, enough fighting." Jaemin parks over somewhere nearby Central Park, pulling the parking brake before he turned around and spoke up. "Maris, don't call him that and Chenle, don't blackmail Maris, and don't do anything against her. You know that's my sister." right before he got out of the car.

Now that everyone got out of the car, Maris started to look for Donghyuck somewhere nearby. Donghyuck basically was at the plaza, taking pictures with his brothers around the monument.

As soon as Maris saw the man with black hair, glasses and a denim jacket, she knew it was already him. She tapped Chenle's shoulder, pointing at Donghyuck and the brothers to tell him that he's right there and he should tell the others that they're over there.

Right now, Renjun and Jaemin are preparing picnic blankets and baskets because they were willing to have a picnic with the four, meaning they were busy with preparing things. Maris and Chenle were just over there in front of the car, pointing and trying to not be obvious that it's not them as she was a semi-bit terrified to be spotted that early (they basically wanted to approach Donghyuck and not them.)

"Jaem! Ren! They're over there!" She called Jaemin and Renjun, pointing at the four. She jumped, excited at the meetup.

Meanwhile, Chenle was just standing there watching Maris go excited over the meetup (I mean, she hasn't even seen them for years so do I have a choice?).

"Alright, let's go." Jaemin signaled, walking towards the four as he carried bags containing the basket and the blankets. "Let's not waste our time as we should meet them now."

The four were just there, talking to each other in the monument while people were over there taking pictures and having a good time around.

"Donghyuck!" Renjun calls, raising his hand to wave. Donghyuck immediately notices, running to the four, screaming in excitement. His brother, Taeyong, was speechless to see the four as he also hasn't seen much of them since he was a little kid.

"RENJUN!!!!" He hugged Renjun tightly, jumping and jumping as he was so excited to see everyone. He then proceeded to hug Maris, then Jaemin, then Chenle. Same thing went to the others (Jeno, Johnny, and Taeyong.)

"It's so nice to see you!! And, Maris, it seems like you brought your boyfriend with you."

Ahem, ahem, boyfriend?

"I'm sorry-- boyfriend?" She pardons as she backed off a slight bit, looking at Chenle. "... We're not dating?"

"Oh! Right, sorry Chenle and Maris." He clears his throat, apologizing as he made the wrong thought. "Anyway.. we just came here just now."

"I thought we were late--"

"No! No, you weren't!"

As the talks continued over the four (Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno and Donghyuck), Taeyong went towards Maris and whispered,

"Maris... look at how big you are now!" He giggled, clapping awkwardly. "Last time that I saw you.. you were still snatching Jaemin's little toys to play with it.. now you're grown up and that makes me feel extremely old."

She laughs, shaking her head. "I mean, you were eleven when I was 5, and Jaemin was 6..."

"I know, I know, and did you bring Chenle? he seems to look like a real gentleman to you now.." He looks at Chenle,who was talking to Johnny, smiling at Maris.

She awkwardly chuckles, shaking her head. "No, I didn't. Jaemin basically brought him with us here."

"Ahhh.. why did he bring him here?"

"Chenle wanted to go, so Jaemin said yes, alternate reason is a companion I have so that I wouldn't end up getting repeatedly disgusted at their relationship goals." She rolls her eyes, making Taeyong laugh at her. "Plus, Chenle is my enemy, and I have no choice but to just let him come with me because Jaemin said yes so.. well?"

He giggles, crossing his arms, smiling. "Ahhh.. I know he's your enemy."

"Because Jeno told you?"

"Johnny did."

"Right... he once fought us when Johnny escorted me to college one time."

"I remember that."

"So, let's go?" Jaemin asks the three, smiling before he proceeded to the park.

"Alright, let's go!"

Timeskip, because they're looking for a place and this might take long...

Maris and Chenle walk their way to the whole park, looking for a place to land their blankets and have fun under the golden hour. While walking, she felt Chenle's hand hesitating to take her hand while they were walking at the whole park. She tried to ignore how Chenle had tried to hold her hand until the way he already held it, but she was bothered as she knows what Jaemin might just witness right behind them. The brothers were behind Maris and Chenle, and is possible to might tell Jaemin about the hand-holding. So, instead, she crossed her arms to avoid Chenle's hands holding it (meaning she let go of the grip).

"What are you even doing?" She turned her head towards Chenle, a frown on her face shown. "Why are you holding my hand and why in front of Donghyuck?"

Chenle suddenly forgot that the brothers were right behind them watching the both of them.

"... What?" Chenle turned around to see the brothers, who were smiling at the two that intentionally (and unintentionally) held hands earlier. He widens his eyes, looking at Maris before he covered his mouth with his hand. She looked at him, giggling.

"You didn't tell me they were behind us?" He spoke while his mouth was still covered.

"I thought you knew? I literally told you they were behind us earlier while we were walking." She shrugged, sighing. "Did you not hear me when I said that?"

"I didn't!" Chenle, still embarrassed from the incident, distanced a little bit away from Maris. "I can't believe... you."

"More like I can't believe you because you held my hand in public even though Donghyuck knows we're enemies." She rolled her eyes, slowing down her walking pace. "Bury your damn self alive."

"You do not tell Jaemin that this happened." She turns around, pointing at the four of them to not tell Jaemin as she knows he'll go crazy excited as he wanted this thing.. to probably happen. "Only tell Renjun, but if he wants to tell Jaemin, then tell Renjun to not tell Jaemin. This is a secret between the five of us-- or rather the six if you're willing to tell Renjun."

The four nodded, a little terrified with Maris and her tone-- or actions.

As they find a place, they let down the blanket on a place nearby the lake, putting down bags and baskets and an extensive blanket incase 8 people can't fit. Jaemin was the first to sit down, taking an apple from the wooden basket; then Renjun, and Maris, and Chenle. The brothers sat down on the other blanket as there had no space on Jaemin's picnic blanket.

While they were at the blanket, Maris distances 2 inches from Chenle and came closer to Renjun's side. Chenle chuckles, moving a bit to Jaemin's side.

"What's with you guys?" Renjun notices the weird distancing with Maris and Chenle. "Why are you guys suddenly... avoiding each other?"

She sighs, coming a little more closer just to whisper at Renjun. "Okay, don't tell my brother this but--"

"But what?" Renjun whispers back, curious.

"Chenle held my hand right in front of Donghyuck earlier while we were walking on our way here." She blurts out, having Renjun gasp dramatically and surprised. "And seriously, you can not tell Jaemin about this."

"What's with the distancing, Le?" Suddenly, Jaemin asks this time. They're doomed. Renjun and Maris are doomed.

"We're doomed." They stop whispering, with Maris taking an apple from the basket and backing off a short bit. "We are doomed."

"We're totally doomed." He responds, holding Maris's hand hoping Jaemin won't know, until...

"You held Chenle's hand?"

"Ohhhh, Chenle, you will someday be killed by an accomplice of mine and you will be burnt by flames."

"That has been the tenth death threat. Enough."

Luckily, Jaemin didn't go crazy to the fact that they held hands, so they're pretty fine.

"More like no because of your crap not getting together!"

"Here we go again.." He rolled his eyes, sighing.

"And Jaemin, I never told you because you're gonna go insane because you want us together."

"I never wanted you togeth--"

"You kept asking me how their status is, stupid!" Suddenly, Renjun joins in on the fight, exposing him in front of everyone.

"You asked Renjun how my status is with Chenle??" She gasps, finding out that Jaemin really wanted this. "Even though you knew we were still enemies having the worst school year together because of each other??"

"I just wanted to know how you wer--"

"Enough fighting! What is going on?" Johnny suddenly silences the whole crowd, shushing everybody. "Let's just say Chenle held Maris's hand, and we're final!"

And with that, the whole crowd was in silence-- until Jaemin asked if they wanted cookies.

"Do you guys want cookies that Renjun baked?" He put the tray up, willing to pass it to the four who were in front of them. "... We do not want this to be spoiled, wouldn't we?" He awkwardly chuckles, still putting the tray up.

"Do you guys want it?" Donghyuck asks the three, nodding as Haechan now then reaches out for his hand for the tray of cookies. (P.S: Jaemin put them on the tray while they were preparing the other blanket earlier.)

Jaemin gives the tray to Chenle, giving it to Maris before giving it to Renjun and then giving it to the brothers. They smiled at the other four, putting up a thumbs up before they tasted the chocolate chip cookies Renjun baked earlier.

"Oh wow-- Oh wow!" Suddenly, Jeno was amazed at the taste of the cookies. Meanwhile, the others were pretty fine. "Renjun really baked these?"

"Yeah, I did! It took me a little while to do them." Renjun nods, giggling at Jeno.

"They really taste good! Thank you so much, bestfriend~" He stood up to hug Renjun, willing to join Maris into the hug, though she did also hug him while he was hugging Renjun.

"It's no problem, now go back to your place."

"Whyyy?" He suddenly pouts, suddenly letting go of the hug.

"Maris and I have something to gossip to each other, so shoo." Renjun shoos Jeno away, gesturing a "stay away" so that Maris and Renjun stay quiet before they gossip something related to Chenle and Jaemin (but mostly Chenle because he can't keep Maris sane and he is not helping Maris to stay in her own place, sadly.)

"When do you plan forgiving Chenle?" He whispers, while eating the sandwich Jaemin made for him. Maris chuckles, smiling and rolling her eyes as she knew she will never-not forgive him one day he asks for forgiveness just for the stupid little remarks against her (oh wow, let's not word it like that)

"I would never, ever forgive him," She chuckled, drinking the juice from the pitcher. "Why would I forgive a delusional person who tried blaming me for being the delusional one when it's basically him all along?"

Oops, Chenle and the Lee's may have heard that.. but it's not a problem to the brothers, just Chenle (because the brothers know that Chenle's been in love with her since back then, and has been hiding it to Maris ever since she met him or he met her.)

"Burn." Donghyuck whispers to Maris who was right behind him, giggling before he minded his own business from behind, but Maris wanted to talk to him about it. When Chenle heard it, he whispered to Jaemin which made him chuckle before he was all like 'Come on, she's not that brutal' like he doesn't really care about the situation now.

"Actually, Hyuck, do you guys have a minute? I wanna talk with you all.. actually." She whispers, while looking at Chenle who had an intimidating frown look right on directed to Maris, expecting her to be terrified, when she laughed it off as she thought that it was meant to scare her when it wasn't, because she thought it was a little funny joke. Which wasn't, but it was.

"Oh, yeah, sure, come here." He signaled Maris to stand up and move to the other blanket, sitting down beside Johnny as she called them over with the beckoning gesture, as she wanted to keep this talk a secret from both Jaemin and Chenle and that it's a secret between them. She also called Renjun to join in as she wanted to let him know as this was only a secret against Jaemin and Chenle, only.

"Alright, tell us what's happening."

"Chenle's really annoying, he's a real delusional jerk. You see, I know one of you told Donghyuck and Taeyong about that one story one time from like a few days ago, but like.. you see, he's way worse than just a hater of Romeo + Juliet, he's literally a loser."

Thank god, Chenle couldn't hear much of it, so they're safe with the secrets.

"He.. hates our favorite movie? Like serious? He never.. confessed that to me before." Now that Donghyuck found out, he was utterly disappointed at what Chenle had disliked. The four of the brothers + Maris once watched it together, which they liked and that became their favorite. But, it was shown that it was clearly unacceptable to have their own childhood friend dislike it even though he hasn't actually have seen the movie himself, so what's the point of calling people fake Juliets when he doesn't know both the tragedy and the movie himself?

"The main point is.. he doesn't know the movie himself.. and the tragedy.." Jeno connects the dots as he realized that Chenle has never seen the movie or the tragic. It's impossible for Chenle to comment when he knows neither the movie nor the tragedy and commenting on stuff about Romeo Montague like that.

"Hold on.. he never knew the tragedy and the movie? Like, as in?" Maris also realizes that Chenle has never seen the movie. "Hold on.. but why does he even know that movie when he hasn't really heard of it?"

"Exactly.. exactly! Gosh, that was, like 14 years ago when we watched the movie together."

Maybe he watched the movie in the present times and maybe used it to shade Maris?

Or maybe he watched the movie just for Maris because of how he liked her so much during the past days (including the present days that he's trying to hide?)

Or, just, what if, he watched the movie because Donghyuck recommended it and liked it, and then shaded Maris because he thinks she'd be pissed at the "delusional" Romeo attraction, because he was trying to hide the delusions coming from him?

"Oh, well, maybe he watched it because of how much Chenle likes Ma....." Jeno cuts off his words, realizing that he's not meant to say that Chenle actually likes Maris because Maris is right in front of him and that this was supposed to be kept a secret for 8 or more years. Or, more like until Chenle confesses his love for Maris.

Jeno was trying to connect the dots until he realized about how Chenle has a crush on Maris, but forgot he wasn't meant to say it because of Maris who was part of the little secret conversation and who is in front of her right now. And as the brothers, plus Renjun realized what Jeno was talking about, staying silent and looking at Jeno, side eyeing him. Maris knew what he was talking about, and the brothers were in utter disappointment (including Renjun) as they knew about the topic.

"Ma... wait.. me?" Maris points at herself, confused as she figured out who "Ma..." was when Jeno mentioned Chenle likes a girl revealed to be Maris herself. They all sigh, still looking at Jeno in crazy disappointment.

"So that's seriously me? As in, Ma is me?" She says silently, whispering over the six of them. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Ummm...." Jeno stammers, looking at everybody for help. "Uhhh-- well..."

"Don't. You. Dare." Renjun mouths the words to Jeno, telling him not to tell Maris about the love Chenle has got for years.

"Well.. Chenle has liked you for 8 years and he decided to hide it and then when he saw you in Brooklyn, when he moved in, he thought that you were some different girl and he hates girls going around him just because of how much he likes you.. so he shaded you because he thought you're a different girl willing to date him and not because of Romeo + Juliet. He was about to say "I love Maris only" but as soon as he knew that it was you, he stayed silent."

Everyone was shocked. Jaemin and Chenle were still playing rock, paper, scissors behind. Even Maris was shocked over Jeno. Basically, only Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun knew about that secret, and everyone didn't. It was supposed to be kept between the three of them, but as when Maris started talking about Chenle, so then Jeno blurted and revealed the secret that was kept in the minds of Jaemin, himself and Renjun for a long time.

"You were not supposed to tell them that secret." Renjun whisper-yells, clenching his fists. "I can't believe you told them about that.. you were not supposed to tell them about that secret because this was kept between me, Jaemin and you!"

"You didn't tell us about this?" Taeyong exclaims, gasping as he looks at Jeno. "We only knew about the liking but you didn't tell us that when Chenle moved into Brooklyn he just thought Maris is a different woman?"

"You didn't tell me you guys had this secret?" Maris pointed at both Renjun and Jeno, devastated. "You're telling me he was about to blurt those words in front of my face when I helped him and when I saw him moving in next door?"

They all nodded, still in devastation. Jaemin and Chenle are just, there, bored and completely wanting to know everything. But, they can't be allowed inside that little talk circle, you know? They're prohibited.

"What is going on with them? Why are they suddenly silent?" Chenle, curious, asks Jaemin, who, right now, is currently spreading butter on his toast. "Was it something weird or they're like.. doing something like a silent ritual?"

"Why do you think they're crazy or something?" Jaemin elbows Chenle, looking at him while he was still spreading some butter. "They can never do a random crazy ritual in front of, like, a thousand people in a whole damn park. Also, they're just probably revealing secrets that we don't know."

Unfortunately, the secrets shared are actually secrets they know, so it's probably too bad that the secrets revealed are what they actually do know. But, they won't say about it because it's called "hidden between all of us here".

"Okay, enough with this dramatic silence, let's just go with your issues with Jaemin, Renjun."

"Me? Oh, please, He always asks me about Maris and Chenle all the time! It's a damn daily issue!" Renjun rolls his eyes, sighing in disappointment as he recalled one issue that he's been going through currently (because Jaemin is just crazy worried *but that's not worrying* for Maris.)

"He does that?" Maris almost choked on her water, looking at Renjun before she said it out loud, having Jaemin and Chenle hear the conversation (but thankfully they don't know who they're actually talking about so they're pretty safe out there, personally)

"Shhh!" Taeyong shushed Maris, putting a finger on his lips. "You said it out loud."

"Did I?"

Well, as I said, thankfully they don't know who or what are they talking about, personally.

"They don't know who we're talking about. You know what, let's just pretend to laugh about this," Johnny thought of something to just get away with the near-overhearing situation between the six of them and Jaemin and Chenle.

And indeed they all did laugh, pretending that Donghyuck made a funny joke about geese in Central Park. Jaemin and Chenle found it weird that they're laughing over who-did-something and the drastic sudden change of topics over who did something and geese on Central Park that Donghyuck made, personally. The two also laughed it out, secretly and a little.. loudly.

"Hah! Donghyuck is so funny," Taeyong laughed it out, clapping and clapping.

"I know!" They all laugh, hugging Donghyuck. Taeyong had to check if they were watching, or laughing about it.

"They're laughing... they're laughing..." Jeno noticed how Jaemin and Chenle were laughing from behind, signaling to stop the laughing and come back to the issues with Jaemin. "Let's stop laughing. Back to the issues."

"Anyway, he keeps asking me about the relationship between Maris and Chenle and I just keep telling him, it's getting worse! and then I also keep telling him to stop asking because the relationship is worse than he thinks it is."

"... Maybe he's just interested in the drama we tend to have together," She chuckled, looking at Chenle who turns out to be looking at her too, smiling as he watched her talk happily with the others. When Maris saw him smiling, Chenle immediately turned his smile to a frown, looking at Jaemin for help. She immediately came back to the conversation, pausing the topic as she went off topic.

"You will not believe this." She again looked at Chenle who was again smiling at her, immediately looking down. "And when I say this, you will all not be surprised."

They all sat up to hear Maris say a word, the silence being too loud before she spoke full time.

"Chenle smiled and looked at me."

They all widened their eyes, except Renjun, who wasn't surprised with what's happening.

Everybody was silent. They didn't speak a single word because of that suddenly happening-- it felt like the world froze and then never just.. rotated.

"While we're chatting? Right now??" Donghyuck asked, pointing at him secretly. "He did that to you?"

"Yes, yes, he did it. He totally did it." Maris nodded, looking at Chenle who was again smiling at her.

"And he did it again."

Suddenly, everything ended so quick.

The world stopped, it ended, it was like.. everything ended so suddenly.

It seemed like they were secretly loving each other without them knowing.

"We have to end this discussion." Johnny cuts the silence, going back to his position and so is everybody else, except Maris. She was confused at how everyone was suddenly leaving the circle, just because Chenle looked at her and smiled at her like 3 times or more and then went on with it throughout.

"Hey, why are you all leaving? I-- Oh, come on!" Maris yelled, convincing everyone to come back, that didn't work. After everyone didn't come back, she decided to come back to her own place, but this time she was on her original spot before she sided with Renjun earlier.

Then, Chenle came back to his personal spot with Maris. He then went beside her, looking at her like she was caught over something.

"Why are you looking at me for?" Maris looked back, spotting a Chenle whose sight was so frightening, like from the fiction in Wattpad or anything, or so. Maris again laughed at his "scary" sight, basically laughing at him.

"What?" Chenle even said his words in a scary tone, that basically made Maris laugh even more at the way he just spoke.

"You're... so... funny," She kept laughing, leaving almost everyone curious. "Your scary little glare at me makes me laugh so hard... are you trying to scare me?"

"I am. And I will try to." Chenle was a tad bit serious, but kept the joke going.

Renjun and Jaemin stared at the two, with Jaemin whispering to Renjun, "Aren't they so cute?"

With that, Renjun elbowed Jaemin in the chest. He was sick of the things that Jaemin was basically saying, more like sick of the times where Jaemin is gonna say he's just so invested in the relationship he wants to happen, so bad. It's like, he wants to force everything and he wants the relationship to happen already, when the relationship is pretty much in bad, bad terms already.

"What do you think you're doing?" Renjun whispered back, sighing. "Don't force it."

Why do I feel something weird?

Why... why am I falling in love?

I wish I never ever met him at all.

God, I feel like this is gonna probably turn bad.

Crap, this is probably gonna turn bad. I feel it.

Why am I falling in love with somebody who, at the same time loves me and hates me?

Is this really love?

#nct ff #nct fic #chenle #chenle fic #chenle fluff #chenle romance #chenle angst #nct angst #jyanihaes #nct #nct dream #nct chenle #zhong chenle #chenle ff #zhong chenle ff

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house-in-the-backyard-trees · 8 months

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full status update cause I'm at work and bored. So I managed to talk to him when he first got to our friends house without a single drop of alcohol in me which is progress! We drove down with our friends and I was kinda nervous but I kept talking to him. We got to the festival and the group wanted to eat first cause we would be sampling wine all day. But I wasn't hungry yet and neither was Boy. So he's like I'm gonna go try wine and I sit and think for a second and he gets like 2 steps away before I'm yelling for him to wait for me. So we go and sample a bunch of wine by ourselves and we're just chatting about the wine and stuff and I had to tell him how to ask for samples cause he'd never been before. and we get back to our friends table and they had conveniently moved so we'd have to sort beside each other not like I was complaining I was kinda sad he didn't sit by me to begin with. But we all go and sample more wine and I don't leave him alone lol and we keep randomly running off on our own to go try wine. I even drug him off to go find alcoholic ice cream but we couldn't find it :( eventually we got to this place where we could get personalized bags if we took a survey and I lost Boy and I asked one of my friends if they saw where he went and she was like OOOOOOO cause she didn't know we've been talking like every day since the party. And we were getting ready to leave and one of my friends starting having her obligatory drunk meltdown so we were in the parking lot for another like half hour but I was drunk so it was fine and we were standing off by ourselves against the car we came in and I leaned against him half for stability half bc I wanted to and then he ended up putting his arm around me and we stayed like that for a while until we got tired of waiting and walked over to the group and then they went to the car and I said to him that we're not the cool kids. But on the drive back we kept poking each other 😂 and then when we got back to my friend's house we both stayed over and slept on the same couch even tho there was another couch one of us could've went to. And then today when we woke up we kept harassing our friends animals lol and then when he left I hugged him again and then like half an hour later I snapped him and we've been talking on and off since and planning to see each other again and he offered to let me come to his house so I could pet the chickens they have cause I told him I really want to do that for some reason and I am aware that petting chickens may not be all that will happen there but I think I may be okay with that? Also he said he liked my dress yesterday 😊

#i wiped food off his face too 😂😂#🎸

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saracurtis · 11 months

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Betrayal: A modern AU Sodapop story

TW: cancer, death, toxic family, family betrayal, bad mental health

It started off like any other day, me and my six best friends- Dally, Johnny, Two-Bit, Steve, Darry, and Ponyboy - at my aunt’s house with my boyfriend of a month, Sodapop. We were all messing around with my cousin who was a few years younger than me when my father came home with my sister-in-law and brother along with my father's mother. I was sixteen and oblivious at the time as I hugged them until I noticed their blood-shot eyes and solemn expressions. “ What happened?” I questioned in hopes of clarification, They got greeted by the gang before we all took a seat on the couch where my father started by saying “ Sara, remember there was a slight chance your mother would perish when she was diagnosed?”

I immediately saw where that was going. My heart sank.

My mother had been diagnosed with cancer nine months ago and ever since then we have been driving to the hospital for her chemotherapies and when she was home we took care of her day and night. Even my father's mother came to help all the way from South America to help around the house and help her while I was at school and my father was working . I even stopped hanging out with the gang as much because when I wasn't studying or at school I was caring for my mother and my home.

As soon as I heard those words fall from my Father's lips I gasped, “ No” I sat back, stunned and in denial with my hand over my heart, not trusting myself to speak. I heard gasps next to me to realize it was the gang, I felt a hand on my shoulder which I recognized as my boyfriend’s as he squeezed it, I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed my eyes shut. This can't be real! It just can't! She was only 45! No, this isn't real! I felt several people wrap their arms around me in a hug, “ I am so sorry, Sara” Soda choked out in between tears. “ We know it stings, Sar” Pony sobbed, “ I am so sorry dearest, we're here, whatever you may need” my grandmother cried. We were all hugging each other , I could only imagine the pain my family was in.

My father lost the love of his life, My brother lost his mother who was the only parent he had left as his biological father abandoned him ( we do not share the same biological father), my sister-in-law barely got to know my mother, and my aunt along with my cousin and grandmother were just starting to patch up their relationship with my mother. Sodapop and the gang were devastated, they had already experienced loss with the Curtis parents; The loss of my mom was another devastating blow.

We stayed in our huddle for twenty minutes before father had to leave with his mother to schedule the funeral with my brother and sister-in-law. I stayed with the gang and my aunt and cousin as my aunt served one of my family’s comfort dishes, chicken soup with letter pasta. I thanked my aunt as she set down the bowl in front of me, attempting to find the letters to mentally spell words associated with Disney, just as I did when I was three, how my mom and I used to do. I sighed heavily and looked at my lap, Soda wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “ How long is it supposed to hurt?” I whispered to him, “ the pain never really goes away, honey, in about two weeks you should be able to feel at peace once more” he replied, planting a kiss on my temple.

Once father came back, all of us drove in different cars back home so we could all spend time together. Father and Darry allowed me and soda to sleep in my bed as they both agreed that being in the arms of the man I love most is just what I needed. Soda gladly obliged, We cuddled in my bed in comforting silence and drifted off to sleep but not before the phrase “ I love you” fell from both our lips.

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My eyes fluttered open, A new day had begun and I was still trying to grasp onto my new reality; Half-orphaned at sixteen years of age. My eyes felt incredibly sore; I felt a chill and cuddled close to Soda, he began to play with my hair as he began to wake up.

“ Morning, Sar” He yawned,

“ Hey, Soda” I replied, as he engulfed me in one of his warm hugs. We both walked to the kitchen hand in hand and greeted our family members, we sat down to eat the eggs and toast served by my grandmother.

“Sara” My aunt sighed, “There’s something you gotta know”,

Just then, My phone rang so I ran to answer it.

“Hello?”

“ Sara, I am so sorry about what happened to your mother, dear” My mother’s mom’s voice quivered on the other end, My father looked enraged and demanded I to give him the phone, I involuntarily obliged.

“ Leave us alone, Anna, I did what I could to save her! And you know that damn well” He yelled at her

“ You terrible husband! You killed her! You're such a terrible father ” Grandma yelled through sobs.

I was left speechless, my grandmother had always been there for me and my father and I were going through a rough time but he always wanted the best for me, who do I stand by? Sodapop noticed my discomfort and pulled me close to him, I grabbed onto him for dear life. I began shaking, My breathing got heavier, and tears pooled in my eyes but I did not have the means nor the strength to allow them to fall. I was so scared and confused, that I relied on Soda at that moment. I shut my eyes and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He began to rake his hand through my hair and began to whisper, “Shhhhh Sara, I-It’s okay, we’ll clear this up, don’t worry my love” . “ I hope you are proud of yourself and your daughters, Anna” Father shouted before hanging up the phone with a slam.

He then turned to me, “ Sara, I know you're confused ; but you gotta hear me out. Come look at this” He took my hand in his and signaled for Soda to follow. We did as we were told and followed father back to the diner table, where he took his phone and showed me a screenshot of a Facebook post- a public publishing of lies spread by my mother’s sister about her death. She made preposterous claims that my mother wished to be dead, she was miserable with us and countless other hurtful lies. I could not believe my eyes! I trusted her! I believed she loved me! I'm a fool.

Tears brimmed my eyes, l stood speechless; “ People talk of love when it's an act, simply meant to throw me” (quote from Aladdin musical) I bitterly choked. Sodapop wrapped his arms around me protectively and everyone followed suit. The funeral took place a week later and when I thought I was all cried out I was proven wrong. My mother’s death took such a toll on my mental health that I got sick, Sodapop stood by me through it all, the whole time. The way that he cares for me made it clear… I want to marry him some day. Thanks to him and my family and friends, I made a full recovery and fully processed my greif, and Soda and I made it out stronger than ever.

#the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop curtis #greif #oneshot #sorry 😭#based on a true story #se hinton #sodapop imagine #sodapop patrick curtis #sodapop Curtis is my husband ❤️

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mirabelmadrigal10182004 · 1 year

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The Winx visits Luca and Alberto

Bloom packing her clothes: I can’t wait to visit with my friends!

Stella: So awesome!

Aisha: *packing up the clothes* Hmph.

Flora carrying the suitcase: Here you are.

Bloom: We’re going visit to Portorosso!

Flora: Here she is!

Musa carrys her suitcase: Hello!

Tecna carrys the suitcase: Hello!

Bloom: Hi there, how are you?

Musa and Tecna: Good, how are you?

Bloom: Good. Where is Stella? Stella, over here!

Stella heavy her suitcase: I’m here!

Bloom: Why are you so late?

Stella: Well… because I’m heavy.

Bloom: Yes.

*The Specialists arrived*

Sky: Hi, Bloom!

Bloom: Sky! I’ll be over to your house when I get to Italy.

Sky: Oh, wow!

Stella: Hi, Brandon! I hope they’ll love this place.

Brandon: See? I told you what would work. I hope you're gonna get ready to take a nice trip to the Italy. They know you're famous like pasta.

*At 1:30 in the afternoon, The Winx gets ready to travel to Italy*

Bloom: Sky, I hope I'll get ready to visit the Italy.

Sky: I will.

Stella: Taxi!

*Taxi driver have arrived*

Brandon: Bye, Stella! You should be careful with that!

Stella waving goodbye to Brandon: Bye, Brandon! *blowing a kiss*

Musa: I gotta go, bye!

*The Specialists waves their goodbye to the Winx*

Taxi driver: Hello, where to?

Bloom: To airport.

Taxi driver: Yes, there’s no problem.

* The taxi driver drives to the airport. At the airport, the taxi parks at the white zone.*

Taxi driver: Here you are, that will be $35.50.

Bloom taking her debit card: Here is my debit card.

Taxi driver: Thank you, madam. *debit card is accepted* have a nice flight.

Bloom: You too!

*The Winx opens the taxi cab, the baggage scanner scans Bloom’s baggage and accepts*

Airport Security: Alright, all clear. Have a good flight.

Bloom: Thank you, sir!

Stella: Let’s go to Italy!

Bloom: Right!

*The Winx walk to the gate*

Airport hostess: Can I have your passport and boarding pass?

Bloom: Sure, I'm sure. Here it is.

Airport hostess: The flight leaves at 3:00.

All: Thanks!

Airport hostess: My pleasure. have a great flight.

All: Me too!

*The Winx enter the gate and the plane as they sit in the seat*

Stella: I can’t wait to see you!

Aisha: I told you we'd make it to the plane. And don't worry about Kiko. He'll be safe in the luggage cargo. Here we go, Bloom.

Pilot: (over PA) Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, and welcome aboard to ITA Airways. We're now beginning our flight to Leonardo da Vinci International Airport The lights have been dimmed for take-off.

Stella: I've never been on a plane before.

Aisha: Neither have I and Bloom. Did you bring the photo of me, Bloom?

Bloom: Yes. It's in my pocket.

Aisha: Excellent, Bloom. Excuse me, stewardess.

Stewardess: *approaches Bloom, Stella, and Aisha* Yes?

Aisha: I couldn't help but notice that Bloom would like a lunch.

Stewardess: Would you like some pizza or chicken salad?

Bloom: I’d like to six pizzas to share.

Stewardess: Right away. The pizza will be ready to serve in just a minute.

*The stewardess gives the six pizzas to the Winx*

Bloom: Grazie.

Stewardess: Prego.

*The stewardess leaves as they have pizza*

Aisha: Mm. I must say, I actually used to love pizza before Stella been tastes.

Stella: I know. At least we're safe from harm. And I also say, Bloom, they even taste good when you them in pizza sauce.

Bloom: Wow. Can't wait to see. *takes a bite into the pizza* Mm… Very good.

Musa and Tecna: *takes a bite to the pizza*

Flora: *takes a bite of the pizza*

*The next morning at sunrise, Bloom and the others fall asleep as the bell dings where the plane flies to Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. They wake up, yawn and stretch their arms.*

Stella yawns: Man, we sure did fall asleep when we had pizza.

Pilot: (over PA) Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're beginning our descent to Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. Thank you for flying with us today on ITA Airways. We hope you enjoy your flight.

Bloom arrived at Italy: Wow! *laughing*

Aisha: Looks like we've arrived.

*The plane lands on the landing pad at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. At the Leonardo da Vinci International Airport parking zone, Bloom and the others have arrived and his luggage appears from the door in the right. Stella calls for taxi cab stops. The airport valet puts Bloom’s luggage in the trunk as Bloom hold ontos Kiko. She opens the cab door and hops onto the backseat along with the girls*

Taxi driver: Ciao, where are you going today?

Bloom: I’d like to visit Portorosso.

Taxi driver: Sì, Good morning for a ride.

*The taxi driver drives to Portorosso. At Portorosso, Bloom and the girls have arrived as the taxi parks here.*

Taxi driver: Here you are, the total is €50.

Bloom gives her debit card: Here’s your debit card.

Taxi driver: Thank you. *inserts Bloom’s debit card into the machine and approves it* Enjoy your stay! *gives Bloom’s debit card back to Bloom*

Bloom: Grazie.

Taxi driver: Nessun problema.

*Bloom and the others hop out of the cab. Bloom opens the trunk and takes out his luggage. Stella holds onto the pet carrier with Kiko inside. They walk across the bridge to the front door and stop. Stella opens the pet carrier and Kiko comes out. Bloom pick up Kiko*

Bloom: Stella, look. They're all happy to see us.

*Luca and Alberto looks at Bloom*

Alberto Scorfano: Luca, look!

Bloom: Hey, everyone!

Luca Paguro and Alberto Scorfano: Ciao! Welcome to Portorosso!

Bloom: Luca and Alberto, this is my friends, the Winx!

The Winx: Ciao!

Luca Paguro and Alberto Scorfano: Ciao!

Bloom: Flora, this is my friend, Luca.

Flora: Hello!

Luca Paguro: Hello, Flora! Are you the Linphea?

Flora: Yes, this is the Linphea. What’s your name?

Luca Paguro: Wow. What a beautiful girl. My name is Luca Paguro of Italy. What’s your name?

Flora introducing herself to Luca: I’m Flora of Linphea.

*Luca Paguro hugs Flora*

Flora: Aisha, this is my brother, Alberto.

Aisha: Ciao, Alberto.

Alberto Scorfano: *greeting in Italian*

Aisha: Wow. What a surprise. What’s your name?

Alberto Scorfano introducing himself to Aisha: My name is Alberto Scorfano of Italy. What’s your name?

Aisha introducing herself to Alberto: My name is Aisha of Princess Andros.

Alberto Scorfano: How old are you, Aisha?

Aisha: I’m 17, I’m student at Alfea.

Alberto Scorfano: That’s good student!

*Aisha and Alberto high-five*

Bloom: Of course you have. And Stella seems very excited to see you all.

Stella: Wow. thanks.

Giulia Marcovaldo: Hello there!

Stella: Bloom, this is my underdogs, Giulia.

Bloom: Hi there! I’m Bloom of Domino.

Giulia Marcovaldo introducing herself to Bloom: I’m Giulia Marcovaldo of Italy. your rabbit really love me. What’s his name?

Bloom: His name is Kiko!

Giulia Marcovaldo: Aww, he’s so cute!

Bloom: Really? That's adorable.

Aisha: Alberto, I couldn't notice but right?

Alberto Scorfano: Yep. You must be Aisha. *Aisha nods her head* And I can shapeshift. Watch this. *splash!* *Alberto turns into sea monster* See?

Aisha: Wow. It looks like a sea monster.

Alberto Scorfano: (turn into human again) Precisely. And you're welcome to the feast.

Aisha: Aww shucks.

Flora: I never noticed, Luca. but you have such a good boy.

Luca Paguro: Thanks, Flora. My girl is so beautiful.

Flora: Yes. Do you have a sea monster?

Luca Paguro: Yes, I have. Check this out. *splash!* *Luca turned into sea monster*

Flora: Awesome.

Alberto Scorfano: Oh. Your hair looks nice.

Aisha: Thank you, Alberto. I think we'll go to cooking Trenette al Pesto.

Alberto Scorfano: Of course. It says “Silenzio, Bruno.”

Aisha: Wow! That’s awesome!

Bloom: Winx, follow me! Are you coming, Kiko?

Kiko the Rabbit: *nods his head*

Bloom: So, what do you have sea monster, Giulia?

Giulia Marcovaldo: No…not really.

Bloom: Oh.

Giulia Marcovaldo: But that's okay.

Bloom: Oh, good. You'll get one. Anyway, I just want to say thanks for calling me. I accept your invitation. And I gotta say, this house is nice.

Giulia Marcovaldo: Actually, I think I take it back. I do have a gift to move floors and stairs to shake our feet. My family is here.

Bloom: Oh. That's what I thought.

Giulia Marcovaldo: *shakes hand with Bloom*

Musa: That was fun.

Luca Paguro: I'm glad you love the girls, Musa. Come, we're gonna make some lunch.

Bloom: What’s for lunch?

Luca Paguro: Trenetto al Pesto, pizza, tiramisu, and lasagna.

Bloom: Really? What are in trenetto al pesto and sparkling water?

Luca Paguro chuckles: You’ll see, young girl.

Bloom: Thanks to visiting us.

Kiko the Rabbit: *run*

Bloom: Kiko, what are you doing?

Kiko the Rabbit: *talking to Bloom*

Bloom: Oh! What would you like your carrot?

Kiko the Rabbit: *nods*

Bloom: Excellent! Hey, kitty!

Machiavelli: *purrs*

Bloom: (laughing) Hey, easy, kitty! *licks his cheek* okay, alright! Who’s a good kitty? Yes, you are!

Aisha: Whoa! That's a lot of house.

Alberto Scorfano: Aww, that's really sweet of you, Aisha.

Aisha: Oh, that's beautiful. Let's take a selfie.

Aisha: Say cheese!

Alberto Scorfano: Cheese!

*camera flashes*

Alberto Scorfano: Wow. This picture is so beautiful.

Aisha: I know, right? And I'll make amends with Luca and Alberto. Let me send a message to my Nex.

Alberto Scorfano: Then it's lunch time. Walk with me.

*Aisha walks with Alberto to Luca and Giulia while they leaves a message to Nex.*

Aisha: Hey, Flora.

Flora: Hey, Aisha, I’m doing a watering plant.

Aisha: Yeah, that’s true.

Tecna: I believe you're going to have to go Portorosso.

Aisha: Portorosso?

Tecna: Yes. Are you sure you'll try our spinach and cheese?

Aisha: Yes.

Tecna: Like hot sauce?

Aisha: Yes.

Tecna: Precisely. Like hot sauce. If your tongue burns, I'll give you some water.

Aisha: Okay, Tecna.

*The bell rings*

Giulia Marcovaldo: The lunch is ready.

Aisha: Yeah, I’m starving.

*Aisha goes to the dining room. They all sit down and have lunch. Aisha sits next to Luca and Alberto across from Giulia and the Winx. Aisha receives a messages from Nex and reads: “Aww, that’s absolutely sweet of you, Nex. I’m glad you’ve made friends with Italy.” with a winking face emojis*

Aisha: *chuckles softly and eating trenette al pesto* Mm… that’s good. Grazie, Alberto.

Alberto Scorfano: Prego.

Aisha: So, how do you like those sea monster?

Alberto Scorfano: Like them? We love them!

Luca Paguro: In fact, I love mine so much that I could hear everything from the distance.

Musa: Are you certain?

Luca Paguro: Of course I'm certain. You've been a good music since you sang “Return to Me” to my mom.

Musa tearing up: Oh. Well, technically, I did. That was five years ago. *sniffles* I missed my mom.

Tecna: Oh, Musa, we're really sorry about your mom.

Stella: Yes, we're sorry what happened to her.

Musa: It's all right, Tecna and Stella I appreciate your expressions about how I feel when my mom passed away.

Luca Paguro: I knew the rest of your story seems catchy.

Tecna: Apologize to Luca.

Musa: Yes, it does. I’m sorry, Luca.

Luca Paguro: It’s okay, Musa. Apology accepted.

Giulia Marcovaldo: And speaking of which, would you, Stella and Aisha like to tell us your story while we eat?

Bloom: Certainly, Giulia. We'd be happy to tell you mine.

Giulia Marcovaldo: All right, then tell us, Bloom. How does your story go, Musa?

Musa: Well, my story begins in Melody my mom named is Matlin. he's known for the song “Return to Me” and much more. But one day, he left his family alone to play the music for the world that my dad plays the piano, but my mom has died, visits her mother's grave with her father, Ho-Boe.

Luca Paguro: Wow. My mom? That sounds interesting.

Musa: Yes, it does sound interesting. Anyway, visiting Melody my story, my mom is died when very ill.

Bloom: Geez Musa, that's not something you see every day.

Musa: I know, right? But one day, I would be a playing the piano with my dad was. I tried to accepted. but he’s disapproved.

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(10/2) this is more of a fuck managers/coworkers. i work at the clown-adjacent fast food place. now, obviously, it sucks working there, so we go through staff pretty quickly, and we're short-staffed constantly. yesterday, 10/1, we were running critically low on people. it was even worse than normal because it was a friday night and we're mostly staffed by high school and college students, so lots of people called out. in any case, for us to optimally run the restaurant, we need at the very least 7 people, but it's best if we have 11. we had 4, not including the gm who was sitting in her office. now, it's the gm's job to make sure we have enough people, to call in people to cover shifts, and to stay until we get new people in if we don't have the coverage. i was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to bag food, get drinks out to lobby, take orders, and get food out the window when the gm just leaves. we had FOUR people, and she just left! without even hardly saying so much as a warning she was going to go or a "good luck, sorry i have to leave!" and then a coworker had offered to come in at 5 even though she never works evenings, which i thought was very generous. until she came through the drive thru at 4:50, with both her kids in the car, laughing about how she was going to be late, obviously, since was in the drive thru. i almost threw her food at her. she didn't come in until 5:30. i don't know what POSSESSED her to do that, but i almost quit then and there. so did one of my managers. the only thing keeping me there is my bills that need to be paid and my good coworkers, who i don't want to abandon. sorry for how rambling this wound up being.

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Walking on Eggshells – Part 2

Hello my dears. I just couldn't resist and had to write a second part. (maybe there will also be a part 3)

Pairing: Daryl x female! Reader

Words: 5159

Warnings: language, sexual content, NSFW, 18+ (my first attempt to write smut in English - hope it didn't get too bad)

Part one

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"Um ... what ..."

You stood in the door of your room, confused. Hershel had finally released you into "home care" after almost a week of continuous surveillance in the infirmary. In your opinion, the older man was exaggerating a little. You were fine, you had no dizziness, and the headache was gone. But that did not stop Hershel from telling you to take it easy anyway.

Your beloved work in the vegetable fields had to wait for the time being.

Somewhat reluctantly, you had agreed to everything, only to finally be able to go back to your own four walls. You wanted to sleep in your own bed again, even if it was just a simple Prison bed in the former director's office. But still, it was your home.

But you did not expect what you found there now.

As if rooted to the ground, you stood in the middle of the room and looked around with big eyes in disbelief.

Your room, your little private realm, should actually be here. But the room in front of you was no longer your room. Your things were still there, but they were not the only ones that filled the shelves on the walls.

The most noticeable change, however, was your bed. It was still in the far corner of the room, but it looked absolutely strange. Because right next to it there was now a second, and the way the sheet was stretched over it made it look like a double bed.

"I thought Hershel wouldn't release ya until tonight," you heard Daryl's deep voice behind you.

Still slightly confused, you turned to the archer. He stood uncertain in the doorway, Crossbow slung over his shoulder, hands clasped on the strap. His blue eyes were fixed on you as he chewed the inside of his cheek - his nervous tic.

And how this man was nervous right now, and it was not just his ears that betrayed him - which had just turned deep red.

Daryl did not expect to find you here now. He actually wanted to talk to you about it first and not just put you in front of a fait accompli. Though, somehow, he would have done it one way or another.

He was afraid he had done something wrong, crossed a line, or something like that.

"I couldn't take it there any longer."

Only now did you notice that his hair was wet and still dripping. Could it be that he had showered?

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod.

“I know we didn't talk about it,” he began uncertainly, “but Hershel said it would be better if someone took care of ya. And since there is no chance that ya will move back into the cell block, I thought that would be a good solution."

“That's right,” you had to smile, “I'm not going back there so quickly anymore. I like my privacy."

"Well, if it bothers you ... that I ... then ..."

"No no, I don't mind" you might answer a little too quickly, "I ... I was just ... surprised."

The man across from you felt instantly relieved. You, the woman he loved, wanted to live with him. He could hardly believe his luck.

Daryl took off his Crossbow and leaned it against the wall by the door before walking slowly towards you, his eyes full of love.

“Y/N/N we wasted so much time. I don't want to waste another minute. We don't know how much time we have left."

Daryl lovingly cupped your chin with two fingers while he gently touched your lips with his.

You could not help but melt into his touch. That you could do this now was still a miracle to you, and you would enjoy every single second of it to the full.

"But I sleep on the right side," you finally said with mischief in your eyes when your lips had separated.

"Forget it", Daryl snorted and went to the bed, "I'm sleepin’ between the door and ya."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Always the protector.

"Don't think I didn't see that."

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A few weeks had passed since the incident during your run. You are now working side by side with Rick in the vegetable fields again. The plants were blooming and developing fantastically - and they would be very good yielding.

After a long shower to wash dirt and sweat from your body, you made your way to the inner courtyard of the prison, which was used as a canteen during the warmer months of the year. Dinner had just started, and so all residents, regardless of whether they were old or new, huddled together to have their meal together.

When Daryl returned from his shift at the Guard Tower, he spotted you chatting with Carol who was just distributing the food. He liked how carefree you looked at that moment.

Without thinking about it, he walked over to you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek before you had the chance to notice him.

"Yuck, don't do that," you giggled, "you're all sweaty."

"And hungry," he said with a grin.

Carol shook her head with a smile before filling two bowls and holding them out to you.

"Here take these, you lovebirds."

Taking the bowls Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod and went with you to the table where Glenn and Maggie were already sitting.

You had not noticed how your loving and familiar way of dealing with each other had been uncomfortable for some - or at least for one.

Michelle was sitting at a table with several other Woodbury residents and had been watching you with narrowed eyes. Green with envy, she got up at some point and went back to the cell block where she lived.

But Carol had noticed, and she would move heaven and earth to keep this woman from disrupting your relationship.

Little by little, Rick and the other members of your sworn family joined you to enjoy the meal together and to end the day.

"We should slowly start bringing our supplies up to date," Rick skillfully changed the subject.

That was his less than subtle way of reducing the conversation to necessities.

"Or in other words, time for a run," Daryl said in a nutshell.

“Tightly sealable preserving jars would be important. It will soon be harvest time and we have to preserve the fruit and vegetables. Thank God we have a lot more than we need right now."

That was the first thing that came to your mind. After all, it was important to have vitamins in winter too. Even if cooked fruit and vegetables were nowhere near as tasty as fresh ones. But in those times, you were grateful for everything. And in winter, fruit and vegetables were actually a luxury.

“We should also think about how to heat the buildings. The winter could last longer than we'd like”, Daryl expressed his concerns.

"If we had animals, pigs or goats, maybe even sheep, we would be better supplied with meat."

Hershel had always been a farmer, and you could only agree with the man with a smile.

"Or chickens," said Maggie with a dreamy look, "once again a real roast chicken, that would be something nice."

"Or turkey," you added.

"I just think you can't find something like that on the next street corner," said Glenn, who now leaned over the map that Rick had spread out in the middle of the table.

"Well, the weekly cattle market will probably be canceled."

Daryl's cynical response made you roll your eyes.

"If ya keep doin’ this, these things will eventually get stuck," he said in your direction with a raised index finger.

"That's what my grandmother always meant," you said with a shrug, "and nothing has happened so far."

“You both sound like an old married couple. Really disgusting”, Carl shook himself.

You and Daryl looked at each other questioningly for a moment before you slapped the boy lightly on the back of the head at the same time - he on the right and you on the left.

For about five seconds there was absolute silence at the table, until everyone started laughing uproariously as if on command - except for Carl, who was rubbing his head tightly.

“What that would prove,” Rick grinned as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, “but seriously now. Does anyone have any ideas?"

“I know there was a farm supply center in the south. From seeds to packaging material to combine harvesters, everything was there. The only question is whether that still stands."

Hershel leaned over the map and pointed to an area southeast of the Prison.

“That's a good hundred miles, and only if you drive on the main roads. It will be a run for several days on back roads."

Your stomach cramped painfully at Glenn's words. You knew that Daryl would go on the run. Unfortunately, since the incident, it had become very clear to you that there was no assurance that someone would come back from a run. And the thought that something might happen to Daryl made you uneasy.

“While we're there, we might as well stop by this huge warehouse complex 30 miles to the east. I think there are still some useful things there. "

Glenn glanced at the place on the map Maggie was pointing with her finger.

"Wasn't that an Amazon warehouse?"

"Yea, why are you asking?"

"Well, I think that this time it won’t work with overnight express."

At Glenn's stupid saying you had to smile, like everyone else. Though yours was more of a bitter smile. This run would certainly not be overnight.

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"Everythin’ okay? Ya are never that quiet."

It was getting late. The moon was shining through the windows of your shared room and you could hear the crickets outside. You were snuggled close to Daryl, your head on his shoulder, your legs intertwined. You stared in silence into the darkness of your room, which was only faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

Daryl gently stroked your back. Usually there was something incredibly calming about it, and it never took you long to fall asleep relaxed - but not today. The worries about what could go wrong with the run did not let you calm down that night.

In a few hours he would be gone with Maggie and Glenn, as well as a few others. The fear of losing him paralyzes your thoughts.

"Ya don’t sleep. I know that. I can hear ya thinkin’."

You did not answer, just took a deep breath - in and out again. What should you say?

> I'm afraid something will happen to you <

> I'm scared of losing you <

> Please don't go <

There was nothing to be said, just that nagging feeling was there. This fear that the man by your side could suddenly be snatched away from you.

Daryl put his arm around you and hugged you tight as he kissed the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a moment.

"We're a well-coordinated team," he finally began as he leaned his head against yours, "and it's not the first time we've done such a big tour."

It almost seemed as if Daryl had read your mind, yet all his confidence could not take away your worries.

"I promise I'll come back to ya."

"You can't promise that Daryl."

The archer released his hug and shifted his weight so that you were eventually half under him. Leaning on his left arm, he looked down at you, the contours of your face only faintly visible in the light of the darkness.

"I promise I will come back to ya Y/N. We both have our whole lives ahead of us, and I don't intend to miss a second of it."

"Nobody knows ..."

But you did not get any further, Daryl's lips were instantly on yours. At first the kiss was deep and full of longing, but after a while it became more and more hungry. Your fingers ran through his hair and played with them on the back of his neck while your tongues fought for dominance.

As Daryl's hands slowly moved down your ribs, your lips parted for a much-needed breath.

Right at the beginning of your relationship, you discussed that sex would not be an issue for you for the time being. After what had happened to Lori, Daryl simply could not and did not want to take the risk of pregnancy. Condoms were not to be found for a long time. And neither of you wanted to play Russian roulette - like Maggie and Glenn.

But there were other ways of showing how much you loved each other, how much you wanted each other - other ways of having fun together.

Daryl's right hand went down to your ass, which he gripped tightly as he pulled you close.

You moaned softly as you could feel him rubbing his growing erection on your most sensitive spot. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. An approving growl left his mouth as he left hot kisses on your neck, making sure to suck the spot that caused your thighs to tighten around him.

You ran your trembling fingers through his hair, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips against your skin.

The hand on your ass eventually moved down the back of your thigh - as he pulled it closer - which changed the angle of your pelvis significantly. The lustful moan that came out of your lips as you rubbed against him only made him harder against the layers of clothing.

God how good it felt for him when you took your pleasure into your own hands. But you did not get far, because Daryl's kisses slowly wandered further down. A pleasant shiver ran through you.

You knew exactly what he was up to and the anticipation made you almost impatient.

But he took his time, first freed you from your shirt and then devoted himself to your nipples with relish - first the right, then the left - until they were both hard and upright.

The longing feeling in your most private place became more and more unbearable and in an attempt to get some friction, you tried to rub yourself against his thigh.

Daryl only chuckled.

"Impatient, are we?"

Daryl's kissed down your stomach before leaning back. He was now kneeling between your legs. For a moment he soaked up the picture in front of him, burned it into his memory. How you laid in front of him, lower lip between your teeth, breathing heavily, your legs spread, the unmistakable traces of your arousal on your underwear.

A moan came from your lips as he finally ran his hands up the inside of your thighs. Without touching the place where you needed him most, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and freed you from this annoying piece of fabric with one flowing movement.

The sight the archer now saw made his cock twitch painfully.

It was almost like torture how slowly he ran his thumb through your folds and collected what already glistened there.

With faltering breath, you watched him as he slowly brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb clean with an animalistic growl.

You came almost instantly at the sight.

When he finally sank his middle finger into you, you threw your head back and closed your eyes in delight. He pumped his finger into you a few times before adding a second. He twisted and curled them in just the right way so that with each thrust he perfectly hit the spot inside you that made you squirm under him.

Your moaning grew louder as he closed his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and began to suck rhythmically. Your orgasm rolled closer and closer, and the knot in your stomach tightened until it was about to snap.

"Daryl - fuck - I ..."

"then let go - for me."

And that was exactly what you did. You came with his name on your lips, repeated like a prayer, and with each new wave Daryl took whatever you were willing to give him. You tasted like nothing else to him, and he could never get enough of you.

He slowly kissed his way back up to your neck while his fingers were still moving slowly inside you.

Your hands went into his hair and hungrily drawn his lips to yours. Just a moment later your tongues fought for dominance; you could taste yourself on his. Now your hands slowly made their way down to his crotch. He wanted to hold back. But he could not help himself, and grinded into your palm to find the relief he needed so damn bad.

Daryl's hips spasmed, thrusting forward a few times before he was groaning and shaking his head.

"No. Tonight is just about ya."

"But ..."

Before you could go on, his lips were back on yours in a demanding kiss.

" I wanna make ya feel so good today, that ya'll be happy to have a few days off."

And with that statement, his fingers left your hot core, only to re-enter with one more.

Your eyes rolled back when you felt him stretch you.

"Fuck," you hissed as you tried desperately to find hold while Daryl's fingers kept trusting into you.

As he felt the sweet pain of your nails scratching his back, his cock twitched painfully in his shorts.

The thought that you marked him, that you would let him run around with declarations of your love on his body for the next few days, almost drove him mad. He started rubbing his crotch against your thigh for some relief as he fluidly moved in and out of you, getting you closer and closer to your next release.

The knot inside you got tighter and tighter, and you tried desperately to keep it from snaping again. Your legs started to shake involuntarily, and you knew you would not be able to resist much longer. Your breath came in shorter intervals and your moans got higher and higher. It would not last long till you would be swept away by pure bliss.

When the wave finally hit you, it was an overwhelming feeling. Your inner walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers again and again as your orgasm swept you away like a tsunami.

It took you a few moments to come back from your high while Daryl's gentle movements of his fingers let your orgasm slowly fade out.

"Okay", you began with a trembling voice as he slowly left your inner core, "that was something else."

Daryl’s head rested on the crook of your neck as you slowly recovered your breath, but you could still feel him chuckled lightly.

Slowly you stroked his hair and patted his neck. When he shifted his position slightly so that he did not crush you any further, you noticed that his shorts were suspiciously stuck to you.

Apparently, he had enjoyed this whole interaction too.

"I love you," you whispered before leaving a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"Love ya more."

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You patiently worked your way through the corn plants with the rake. The work was strenuous because the plants were close together - after all, you needed the greatest possible yield in a small area - and the relentless Georgian sun burned down on you.

Your hair stuck to you and the sweat kept dripping from the brim of your straw hat. Your arms ached, and despite the leather gloves you wore, you had blisters on your hands where they were tightly gripping the wooden handle of your gardening tool.

But despite everything, you kept working. You had to work through the soil so that the weeds had less chance to dispute the valuable nutrients from the crops.

This large field that you had laid out in the style of the "three sisters" was your whole pride. Corn, beans and pumpkins, the holy trinity of this bed, were perfectly coordinated. The Native Americans had already cultivated these three plants in this way.

And what worked for them could work for you too.

You have been toiling for hours. Your clothes were soaked in sweat and your back ached. Nevertheless, you continue to work, moving slowly but steadily through the beds.

"Here," you heard Rick say behind you at some point.

With great effort you straightened up and massaged your back. You felt every single vertebra as it slowly popped back into its original position. An exhausted moan could be heard as you finally turned to the man behind you.

Rick just stood there, bottle of water in hand, his eyes fixed on the fields.

You gratefully took the bottle from him and took a few sips of the refreshing liquid. Especially with such sweaty work in the blazing sun, it was incredibly important to drink enough if you did not want to suffer sunstroke.

And unfortunately, you were predestined to forget it sometimes. But Rick paid attention. You were family, and family looked after each other.

“Looks really good. If the plants continue to grow like this, we will be able to bring in quite a good yield. You are really a talented little farmer."

You looked at him in surprise with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not sure right now whether I should thank you or whether you insulted me."

“Believe me Y/N”, Rick laughed and put his hand on your shoulder, “that was meant as a compliment. An honest compliment. If we didn't have you, we almost certainly wouldn't even be able to harvest half as much. You really have a knack for it."

“Well, everyone does what they can. And I can do that."

You lowered your gaze. You felt uncomfortable when someone complimented you, so you tried to belittle it.

"No", Rick smiled at you friendly, "some do more than others."

After a long day of work and a long - but cold - shower, you sat down with Carol for dinner. You missed your family members. You missed Daryl.

The presence of the older woman had been a comfort to you in the last few days. This run had been going on for five days now, and it was impossible to tell when they would be back.

The feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach was almost the same as when Daryl had disappeared into the forest with Merle. Back then you thought you would never see him again.

But it was different now. Now you had hope that you would see him again.

Maybe.

“It's only been five days Y/N/N. It's too early to worry,” Carol tried to cheer you up.

"I'm not worried," you said stubbornly while you continued to stare at your now cold food.

"Yes of course. That's exactly why you've been poking around in your meal for ten minutes. You haven't even taken a bite."

You looked tiredly at the woman across from you.

“Eat, you worked hard. And tomorrow you will work as hard again as I know you. You need the calories. And believe me, you'd rather eat it voluntarily than have me cram it into you."

Carol had used her best mother voice. Even if Carol was not many years older than you, this woman had somehow become a mother's substitute for you.

After a few moments you finally began to empty your bowl slowly.

Getting around the days was easy. There was always enough work in the gardens and in the fields, you were busy and did not have much time to think.

In the nights it was different. They were bad.

The bed was way too big for you alone, and you lacked the warmth of Daryl's body.

Even on the hot nights of Georgia, you always fell asleep snuggled together. Ever since you had spent your first night like this, you knew that you could never do it again without it.

Now you were alone. Yet again. Daryl was still on this fucking run, and the solitude in those four walls that you had always enjoyed before, now seemed overwhelming to you.

What is he doing right now? Was he okay? Was he thinking of you, too?

With these wistful thoughts, you finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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"If they are not back by tomorrow, we will send a search party out," announced Rick over breakfast.

You made no reply as you continued to choke down your small portion of porridge, bite by bite. You were not really hungry, but Carol's stern look had kept you from skipping breakfast.

“I'm sure they are fine. They will definitely be back here soon, "said Hershel soothingly," they are all experienced with such actions. They are sure to be fine."

Yes, they were all experienced, knew how to behave and how to protect themselves, but that nagging feeling persisted in you.

You had spent the whole morning working in the fields again, laboriously dragging buckets of water to provide the crops with enough moisture. If it did not rain soon, this would probably be your main occupation for the next few days and weeks.

You had two canisters tied to the outer end of a thick wooden stick. So, you could carry the heavy burden on your shoulders and not in your aching hands.

As you were trudging up the hill again with a full load of water, Rick was leaning against the base of the central guard tower, smiling, and staring into the distance.

"Looks as if we could save ourselves the search."

These words made your body tingly and you immediately turned to face the gates. You could not prevent an unspeakably bright smile from spreading on your face.

"Oh my god," you whispered when you saw the column of cars approaching the prison.

An unmistakable chopper at the head of the convoy.

An army of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw Daryl. He was back. He really came back to you.

When he finally brought his bike to a stop and casually dismounted it, you couldn't hold back any longer. Without further hesitation, you dropped the water canisters, which hit the floor with a thud, and immediately spread their moist contents over the floor.

You ran quickly towards Daryl. But even before you had covered half the distance, he was already coming towards you - a radiant smile on his lips.

When you finally met, you immediately put your arms around each other in a tight hug. Your head rested on his chest while he laid his head lovingly on top of yours.

Cuddled so tightly you could hear how fast his heart was beating, and an indescribable feeling of happiness flooded your body. Daryl was back - back by your side.

"Did you miss me," he finally began, and you could hear him grinning right away.

“No,” you answered, “not at all. Not one bit."

“Felt the same way."

With these words, his strong arms tightened around you even more, as if he were trying to melt into you.

So absorbed in your reunion, it took some time until you noticed that Rick and Carol were already discussing the successful run with the rest of the group.

"We got almost everything," you heard Glenn say when you had finally separated from each other and now went to the cars where everyone else was standing - your little fingers still hooked together.

"We found hundreds of canning jars and even seeds," added Sasha.

"Wheat, oat and a lot more." Maggie pointed to the back of the overcrowded pickup truck.

"And we also solved the problem with the heating," said Daryl mysteriously.

This run was really a complete success. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

Suddenly the gushing and loud greeting was silent. Inquiring eyes met knowing faces.

You and Rick looked at each other as to ask if you really had heard this now.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

"What the hell is that", Rick wanted to know.

"What did it sound like?"

Daryl grinned mischievously and leaned casually against his bike; arms crossed over his chest. His chin raised challengingly.

"No," was all you could say at that moment.

"Yea," Daryl nodded, still grinning.

"No way!"

"Yea, a rooster and six chickens."

"How? Where? How?"

You were completely surprised and had to grin broadly. That was one of the best that could have happened to your community.

"Believe it or not, they were just walking around on a street corner," Glenn explained, looking incredulous about his statement himself.

"So the cattle market wasn't closed after all," you replied sarcastically.

Immediately Daryl had to roll his eyes.

"Just don't start with that," you chuckled and gave him a playful clap on the upper arm.

“You really missed something Y/N,” said Maggie with a grin, “believe me it was really impressive to see how Daryl caught the poultry. Didn't know that he was doing so well as a farmer."

"Yea, ha-ha, very funny!"

Daryl's ears had turned deep red, but then he had to laugh himself at the thought of this chicken-catching operation.

"I really would have liked to see that," you said with a laugh.

"Well, maybe there will be a repetition," said Glenn, "we have to get the critters out of the car somehow without them getting lost again."

"Ya can forget that right away," Daryl announced in a stern voice.

"Don't worry, I'll help you", you smiled at your boyfriend.

After a few minutes of reunion, you started to get the supplies out of the cars and to distribute them in the storage rooms.

Building a chicken coop was definitely on your to-do list for tomorrow. And it has been a long time since you had been looking forward to a job as much as this.

"And I found something for you too," Maggie whispered to you when she put her arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner.

You two had just cleared away a load of canning jars and were about to trot back to the cars.

"And that would be?"

Surprised you stopped and looked at her questioningly. You did not ask her to get you anything.

“I won't tell you yet,” she smiled, “but you will definitely enjoy it - as well as Daryl."

With these words, your best friend left you in the yard as she made her way back to the cars with a mischievous grin.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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COLORS

A/N: No smut, sorry. Written for @princessstevens if she's silk still on tumblr. Based on this picture

"Kellan, call me when you get this," I say hanging up before walking into my building.

He never checks his voicemail so I send him a text too asking him to call me. We go to different schools, he's in the Bachelor's program at Brandman for Business and I'm at Alan Hancock for Art. I know he's probably driving right now or doing something. I remember when I met him, three months ago at Target of all places. I typically don't even shop at Target, I go to Walmart, but I was in there and so was he with his cute ass. I fell in love in the hair section. I was actually stalking him on my way to the body wash, but he was standing in the hair aisle getting conditioner for his thickass curly hair. We were a match made in heaven.

"Hey mama," I greet on my way to the kitchen to cook the pack of chicken sitting out in the sink.

"How was school? Take that trash bag out for me," she says before I can respond.

I look in the trash and change the bag, taking the old one to the chute before washing my hands in the empty side of the sink. The moment I rip open the pack of chicken and start washing it, Kellan calls.

"MAAAA, CAN YOU GET THAT?"

She wanders over fast and answers it having her own conversation with my man as I clean chicken. It sounds like they're talking about how his week has been, his classes, and something that's got ma laughing up a storm behind me. I didn't know Kellan was such a comedian. Something about this seems reversed. I keep waiting but I never get the phone so when I heat the oil and start dredging the chicken, I decide to butt into their conversation and ask.

"Uh, ma, can you put it on speaker so I can talk to him, he called to talk to me!" I start putting the chicken in the hot oil.

"Oh hold on, Kellan, my daughter is here getting her knickers in a twist," she mutters putting the phone on speaker. "I think she wants your attention now all to herself."

Kellan snickers. He and my mama are always teaming up on me like it's funny.

"I know you not laughing," I threaten at the phone, dropping chicken in the pan. "I've been trying to talk to you all day because I missed you but you wanna talk to my mama for-" I look at the time, "Five whole minutes."

"Awww, this baby.. she jealous," Kellan chuckles. "I think she mad you like me more than her."

"Keep acting like you tryna take my Mama from me, nigga. I ain't down with no incestuous shi-stuff," I pause genuinely mad. "You ain't finna be my man and act like my brother, I got a brother. That's nasty."

I don't know why I get mad, but I do. I love my mama. She's mine, not his.. I love Kellan, but he be annoying me for real with that shit because my mama gets too into it like she's not playing. She really does like him more than me. He doesn't understand that and keeps rubbing it in my face.

"You got one more time and you ain't coming over here no more."

"That's our mama's decision," he jokes. I cringe.

"Exactly," she adds.

I put the tongs down and walk out going to my room and shutting the door. I was gonna tell him about COLORS and invite him to come with me but he's pissed me off and now I don't want to talk to him. My mama doesn't even bring my phone right away, it's two more minutes of them still talking. When she brings it, I yell that I don't wanna talk to him. "Well finish the chicken," she directs. I do it.. but I'm still irritated.

"And then when he finally calls me back he doesn't even wanna speak to me. Too busy playing mama's boy to a woman who's not even his mama," I vent at the table watching Yaya's thinned lips stretch in silent judgement across from me. I know she doesn't agree with me, but she's not in my shoes.

"You gotta understand he's just getting comfortable. Your mom's probably trying to be accepting. He's your boyfriend."

"No." That's not it, it's not that simple. "He will dead call for her and ignore me. She doesn't care what I do in a day and I can't get her to look at my art for more than two seconds but he gets her undivided attention. He's only known her for three months."

"That's how it is sometimes," she shrugs. I shake my head.

"No. That's not how it is, and if it is I can't be doing this. No, ma'am."

Her finger raises and I shut up as she takes a call. I didn't even hear a ring, but based on her face she's not liking whoever it is on the phone or what they have to say. She has that stank face that she gets when someone's got her twisted. Meanwhile, the waitress pops back up.

"Ready to order or do you guys need a few more minutes?"

"You must got me fucked up," Yaya blurts causing the server's brow to raise as she looks from Yaya to me. She only asked what we were ordering.

"We're ready to order," I smile. Quickly she takes her pen from her pile of blonde hair.

"I'm not working Friday after I already said I needed that day off," Yays waves to me to order for her since she's on the phone. I know what she'd order. The server looks from her again back to me readying her paper and pen.

"She'll take the fried chicken with mac and collards. I'll take the house cheeseburger with fries.. thank you," I nod as she walks away. I take a sip of my iced tea, wiping the condensation from the glass onto my dress and leaning forward with my hands in my lap.

"Right, but I said it back in July so you'd know I'd need this Friday off. It's in writing, do I need to pull it up," Yaya threatens to whoever is on the phone. I wonder what's going on on Friday. "Yes, pull it up and look at the email.. uhuh.. Yes, so Fri-day I will NOT be there," she enunciates. "Correct… Uhuh, buh-bye!" She rolls her eyes and hangs up shaking her head at me and I know the frustration well, we work at the same Michael's. It's awesome, but our manager is very manipulative. I sip my tea thinking about it.

"You need to be the manager." I wish she were the manager.

"Pur!.. and Dean needs to go," she laughs sipping her coke. "How's your Fiverr going?"

"Oh girl I got some gigs, I've made about $110 from it so far."

"Okay! I'm on Upwork I made about $200."

"Damn. Well I'm looking at working at the Children's Museum for more money."

"True, I saw that position too.. but don't overextend yourself. I'm not.. because we still need to finish with these classes and get our art portfolios together and we ain't finna graduate late-tuh!"

I know, but I also need money.

When our food comes, we get refills on our drinks and that's when she comments on the restaurant, after she bites into her chicken. It's both of our first time coming in, but it's right near our college which is why we decided to give it a shot for lunch. It's called Urban Hangout and that's exactly what it looks like, a coffee shop to hang out in and just sit. The food is really good too.

"So what you got going on Friday," I ask dipping and shoving fries in my mouth one by one.

"Tuh, Friday? Nothing I just needed a day to myself and that's the day I'm taking," her lips pout when I laugh.

"That's smart! I'm glad you ain't let Dean try to sucker you like he be trying." I lean in. She's curling her finger like she needs to tell me something. "He's famous for shit like that -What," I whisper quickly. She waves her hand aggressively for me to stop talking.

"Meg.. you know that guy over there," her eyes flicker to my left. My head stays still but my eyes briefly follow hers to a quiet looking guy sitting at a table alone with an art pad and a beanie on covering his ears and eyebrows, eyes focused down as he draws.

"Mm-mm, no.. Never seen him in my life.."

"Well he keeps looking over here at you, I think he drawing you." She bites her chicken and sips her coke as I stare.

Me? Why he couldn't be drawing her, why does she assume it's me? I take another look at the guy but turn my head too far and end up making eye contact when he looks up. He looks different than I thought he would now that I can see more of his face. He blinks like he's waiting to see what I'm a do so I get up and sit across from him. He's really cute, though I got a man. There's nothing wrong with being nice, I tell myself.

"You go to Alan Hancock?"

The corner of his mouth lifts as he looks straight at me. He has long eyelashes and pretty, full kissable lips. I sit a little straighter. If I weren't already three months deep in a relationship I'd give him my number. He focuses back on his artpad, sketching, his eyes moving back and forth between my face and his paper with new energy. I look over at Yaya wondering if she sees what I see and she's smiling like she knows what I'm thinking. She knows my type, brown skin and bearded. He looks like he has a nice build under the loose shirt. And he draws.

"You speak..?" He doesn't respond. I'm starting to think he's deaf and cute. Maybe he can read lips, both sets. I wave and when he looks up, I point to my lips. "What's your name?" He only and smiles, his eyes creased at the corners, still sketching away.

I decide to just sit still and wait until he's done to see the picture, curious of his skill level. If he doesn't go to Hancock for art, then dammit he should.

Suddenly he stops, looks his page over seriously, and hands me the artpad across the table. He watches me for my reaction. It's a full rendering of my face in great detail and he's made me look beautiful. He's even got my negro nose with the piercing down to the shape of my eyebrows. My locs are accounted for and he put texture on them. Next to that is a full sketch of me sitting at my table, leaning onto the table with the straw in my mouth to drink. He's even got the print of my dress down. Only thing is he's added a realistic looking flower behind my ear in both pictures and I'm not wearing a flower. I look up briefly, curious.

His smile returns as he sees my head tilt with a question in my eyes about the flower. Going into his backpack beside him, he gently pulls out a lively bright golden yellow flower handing it to me. I look to Yaya, who looks equally surprised while I show off my flower. She's fawning.

"Is this how you pick up girls," I smirk smelling it. It's real and I'm geeked. I tuck it behind my ear like suggested by the drawing. Taking his pad, he writes a message on the page and hands it back to me.

24 hours of silence in memory of black women killed by police brutality. My older sister was one and she loved daffodils. I've been giving daffodils to black women all day. This is my last one.

I look up at his warm eyes but now I see traces of sadness.

"When did she die," I whisper unsure of whether to speak or write now. He takes the pad and writes.

2 years ago today.

My heart breaks for him and I hold my heart looking over at Yaya who has no clue what's going on. I'll have to fill her in when I get back over there. In the meantime, I do my best to communicate that I'm truly sorry for his loss.

"Can I have this," I point to the paper. He frowns comically shaking his head and takes his pad back writing again.

I'd rather keep it. I like how it came out.

Can't say I don't understand him as an artist because there are times when you look at your work and love it too much to let it go. Still, it is my face. He smiles seeing my disappointment. I nod deciding to let it go and stand to head back to my table. By the time I sit down, he's up with his things and leaving the cafe. I let Yaya into the loop and she sympathizes looking over to the space where he previously sat.

In class, my eisele faces the window and I start my under painting which is a wash of the background.

"How did you get yet another picture in the hall," I turn to ask Yaya after thinking about it for a good few minutes. She grins with her tongue out between her teeth.

"I keep telling you, taking outside classes and going to workshops really helps you develop in realism."

"I keep saying I'm going to," I sigh as I plop my brush in water. She sweeps her brush across her canvas back and forth.

"You're lazy. That's why you haven't had anything in the hall."

"No, but why can't I just practice and learn from the classes I'm already paying for," I groan. "Otherwise why am I paying?"

"Because you can't, suck it up. You want to be in the hall or you wanna be average?"

"I wanna make $200 on Upwork."

"Up your skill set and you can," she points to my canvas with her detail brush adding insult to injury.

"Bitch, I'm trying!" Honest, I am. I've improved on my own a great deal but I've still never sold like she has. Her art is in THE HALL.

At Allan Hancock College, only the best student work lines the white brick walls of the art halls. The best of the best make it to the glass display. Every visitor to the building had to pass through the art hall and without meaning to, they stop to admire the art almost without fail. Sometimes the art sells for prices upwards of $300. Colorful portraits, hyperrealistic paintings of still life and everyday objects.. Needless to say, the hall is the goal of every art student and the golden standard to aspire to.

"That's pretty," Francis smiles in passing on the way to his easel. He's referring to my self-portrait. I started with the background and now I'm painting my skin tone. Glancing over to his station, I move from my spot to take a look at his canvas.

"Aww, look at Gravy lil fat self!" He's painting his lil fat French bulldog. "Wait a minute... Francis, you got better!.."

"I went to a painting workshop this past weekend, it was a bring your dog paint and sip night. You should've seen all of the puppies! I met a few new people too, 100% reccomend."

"You talkin bout COLORS," April jumps in from behind. Instantly I look at Yaya and she looks at me.

"I love COLORS, I'm telling you, I go there all the time. I've learned so much skill-wise and every day they have something different going on," Francis says. "You ever been?" The question is to me, but before I can answer, April cuts in.

"Y'all need to go on a Saturday night," she smirks.

"I went Sunday, it was fun. Had a lil wine," Francis adds.

"Exactly, no.. Go Saturday Night it's portrait and figure drawing night but there's always a live model and 9 times out of 10 they're always fine." She goes to her portfolio and pulls a painting of a nude black woman. Her strong features are in great detail I notice as I appraise it. This could be in the hall too if she were serious.

"Damn, I been going the wrong day, sign me up," Sheena cuts in. I ain't even see her behind me. "I wanna go, but I wanna paint a woman," she says causing Francis to look back playfully.

"We know."

"Look, I'm going this Saturday night if y'all wanna meet me there," Yaya announces as she focuses on her picture reminding me that I need to head back to mine. "Let me know and I'll get us a table. Just everyone chip in since I'm using my card."

It seems like everyone plans to go. "I'm going too," I say not wanting to be left out.

"Oh I know you are," Yaya's brow raises. I turn my lip up playfully. Kellan would've been bored there anyway he doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. He's like my mom, not interested.

Cutting the engine on my mama's car, I exit the gps and call Yaya.

"Hey. Where you at, I ain't see your car?"

"I'm coming. I'm a few minutes away, wait for me."

"I see Sheena and Francis standing outside. I can claim our station, it's fine. Just meet me inside," I tell her and on entering the urban paint bar with Sheena and Francis directly behind me, the walls are dust free and eggshell white. The overhead fixtures bring white artificial light. The floors are a light sandy wood, finished for easy clean. It looks way better than the outside, bigger too.

Francis leads the way to the desk/register/information center and I grab a brochure advertising a gallery showing that's supposed to happen.

"Hey we have a reservation for five under Yaya. 8PM," he states and we're escorted to a warm white brick space with finished wood floors easy for cleaning. Still there are plastic tarps. There are three other small groups with clustered easels signifying a division, each group with a corresponding table. Our table is table three and we order a bottle of red wine which comes around the same time as April and Yaya. We're all here and ready.

April and Francis take control since they've been to COLORS. They secure our palletes, paints, and brushes.

"Let's make it a competition," April suggests.

"You're on," Yaya points. We're all in, prepping our canvases before the model arrives and when the door reopens we all look up. "IT'S HIM," Yaya gasps echoing my thoughts. He looks just as stoic and reserved as the first time we saw him. I wave catching his eye and jog toward him stopping with my hands on my hips.

"You gotta be an art student," I gape up at him realizing he's taller than I remember. "You everywhere we be!" His lips pout in the tiniest smirk and I wonder if he's still not talking. "My bad, yes or no questions only. Nod for yes.. Are you an art student?"

He shakes his head no.

"Wow wow wow, you in school?"

He nods.

"I really wanna ask you where I'm about to start guessing schools."

Raising a finger to say wait, he proceeds to lightly grab my upper arms and shift me from his path like I'm in the way. I'm offended!

He heads to the middle point of the room which houses a small platform with a few props.

"Ohh," I mouth watching him pull of his thin but loose long sleeved purple vneck. "Dayum!"

I head back to my easel and my group has the same expression. This man looks like a gym rat. I suspected as much but you really couldn't tell through the shirt and that seems to have been on purpose. He's not like me, I flex hard af when I know I look good.

"Professionalism," I remind my classmates. "Y'all seen a naked body before. We are artists, we do not ogle... We respect the human form."

I'm half joking because I know it's normal to have a reaction, but they take me seriously and go into mature mode. Then the man takes off his ripped skinny jeans revealing strong, long, lean calves and solid, defined thighs. He's standing in burgundy briefs that expose that he's working with a monster. Big boy status in those briefs.

It's not like I've never seen a penis, Kellan's is not small. It's not as girthy as this guy's.. but it's similar in length. I'm glad he's not hear to see me damn near simping over this model. That could've been extremely awkward.

I look at the other groups and they seem to be really mature about it. I watch their eyes to see if they're faking composure but quickly change my mind and mind my business. It's a good time to grow up myself.

Then the briefs come off. I keep my face neutral but I see from the corner of my vision that the big boy is hanging. It's been a whole strip tease, I'm almost nervous to look up because my poker face is too fragile. Instead, I start with his face and upper body and jump to his legs based on my view of him. His side is turned to me. I mix my colors for the tonal differences in his skin, accounting for shadows and highlights. I want this portrait to look as good, no.. BETTER than the one he did of me in the cafe. I also want to win this little painting competition. I work on getting the color placement blocked out and accurate and then I follow up with blending and details. His hair is one of my favorite things to paint and I'm confident no one's touching me on that.

He moves around every so often to give the ones who request it a closer look. I don't mind it because he's good at returning to his mark and exact position. Also the lighting doesn't change.

I get his whole body down nearly, left with the gap between his v-cut and his thighs. It's childish but instead of drawing his penis, I start painting in the props. I paint the blue vase and the small stand holding the half full water bottle he keeps taking little breaks to sip from.

"Anyone else hot," I whisper blousing my shirt to give myself air underneath. April takes it as a sign to walk around our easels to look at our canvases and we do the same with each other's. Instantly I realize my painting isn't as good as I thought it was and that I can do better.

"You missed a whole part," she comments inspecting my painting carefully. She's looking at the way I painted his locs. I definitely succeeded there. "You just not gonna give him a dick?"

"I'm not done, I couldn't really see it from this angle," I lie. "I'm just gonna paint a modesty leaf."

"That'll ruin your pretty picture, I've seen your leaves," Francis grimaces. "It's a small part, you can finish it we have time."

I wanna tell him it ain't that small. That thing is big. Instead I pick up the brush to deliberate.

"Hey, could you come just a little closer, please? She's trying to see from the side," April points to me and when he comes closer, I have no excuse.

"Helps to paint it if you look at it maybe every once in a while," he deadpans. I freeze momentarily to look him in the eye. He thinks he's clever.

"Oh you talk now," I smile sarcastically. His small answering smirk shows no malice, purely teasing.

"I like to let people talk who like to talk."

"Yeah aight." I have to look. I start filling in the missing part of his body and when I glance left, Yaya is smirking at me. It's subtle, but I know her and I ignore her.

Kellan wouldn't understand me standing up here sipping wine and drawing dicks with a naked man so close to me. I don't think I'll tell him. That's not something I care to explain and I don't have to, it's art not sexual. I make sure I copy the smooth transition from brown to pinkish-brown on the tip of the dick. I get the healthy shine and the light pull of the balls which are big. He's clean shaven or waxed, I don't know which. When I've got the gist of it he returns to his original position.

"What's your name anyway," I call out. I can't be the only one curious.

"What importance is a given name? The universe will mold us into what we're truly meant to be."

"Erik. His name is Erik," a girl from table four says with a humored sigh. "Ignore him, he's a troll."

"That's a label you've chosen for me. You're a white woman, you are not the universe. Only black women can attempt to perceive me."

"Shut.. up," she groans. It's hard to tell but I'm starting to see he likes mixing his genuine responses with satire. It's confusing. He could be a hotep or he could be fishing. But why would hotep be a nude model? Are there hotep nude models who hand out flowers and draw in cafes?

"Let's compare," Yaya announces and we all vote on the winner with feedback from the other groups who actually consist of nice people. Yaya wins, no surprise there. I'm still proud of my painting. It's my best so far. I wish I could show it to my mama and my man without them viewing it as something perverted.

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procrastination-queenie · 3 years

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Kitten |JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Synopsis: The reader is a cat lover and Jungkook is a sucker for her.

Note: None of the photos used is mine.

Warning: none, just heart-wrenching fluff and love for animals.

Word Count: 2,148

You must've been cursed; that must be it. Since you were a child, your heart has been cursed with softness. Yup! You're were so soft and sensitive, your little heart could never understand the concept of being cold. This was no different when it came to animals. You appreciated the existence of such pure souls in this cruel world. But then you're a child how could you understand the term or the concept of being cruel. Well, humans were the embodiment of that term, you were convinced. Convinced that a man who hit a poor donkey so harshly is cruel, a woman who shooed a starved kitten is cruel, a man who kept his dog out in the streets during cold nights is cruel, a family who abandons a disabled or an aged dog is cruel. Your poor little heart can't take it.

You remember the incident of the donkey and how his owner mistreated him; you instantly turned to your dad demanding that he must take an action and I quote "daddy, you must hit the man because he's being mean to the donkey!" Which he replied to saying "yes, dear of course; I'll do that." But as any parent would in this situation he promised you empty words, passing the terrible incident and driving away. "Why aren't you doing anything?" The baby you pouted in anger as your car moved away. "Sweetie, I promise I'll return to shout at the man for committing such a terrible act." And of course, as any child would, you trusted your dad to handle the situation.

You just couldn't grasp the mentality of these cruel people, more importantly, your mind couldn't help and create weird scenarios in your head such as: what if this kitty is lost? She must feel cold! She must feel hungry! She must be afraid! And your poor heart was the victim of these thoughts. Your Heart was soft to the point that you would literally shed tears if a cat or a dog looked at you cutely. You would coo at him/her then start crying because and I quote, again "It must feel terrible that they can't express to us how they're feeling, I mean what if he/she is trying to tell us something, but we can't understand him/her!" you'd say with tears flowing down your baby face. You couldn't even bring yourself to categorise animals under the subject "it" when talking or referring to an animal you would always address it according to its gender because you believed that they feel the same way humans feel, and they deserve to be appreciated and loved.

It didn't help that your parents were very strict about their "No pets" rule. You have always wanted to care for a soul; however, that was a big no from your parents. This led to you taking interest in every living animal that passed you by in the streets or was owned by your friends to fill this void in your heart. For instance, you will never forget that one time when you said: "hello kitty!" enthusiastically to a street cat while walking around with a friend of yours. The poor thing stood in its place stiff like a statue of a pharaonic cat as you addressed it. "Oh look, it turned to me when I said hi kitty because it knows it's a cat... Awww!" You said with the same enthusiasm to your friend who witnessed the whole thing wondering if you're sane enough to be let out in the streets or not. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" She said walking away from you. "Bye kitty!"

Today like any other day, you agreed with your fiancé, Jungkook, that you'd meet after you both finish work to have lunch together. "Same as usual?" Jungkook croaked an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the menu for the millionth time in hopes to find a new item that he might like to try, but this was an old restaurant, it never really added anything new to the menu. You hummed looking out of the window next to you. It was raining lightly and the weather was getting chilly by the minute. After placing your orders, Jungkook started telling you about his day as usual as you waited for the food to arrive. "… and Jimin-ssi broke the record today for falling out of the chair. Seriously how could he keep falling out of a chair this easily, I mean the chair was right there!" He laughed looking at you expecting you laugh as well but it seemed that your mind was elsewhere, or your eyes were elsewhere. "Jagiya, what are you looking at?" He turned his gaze to where you were staring. There, by the bus station was a shivering small black kitten that looked like it wanted to fall asleep but couldn't because of the cold. The poor thing was shivering wildly. It also looked like it was malnourished. He looked back at you to find you frowning with pouty lips and teary eyes. "Kookie!" You whined and looked at him, pleading to let you go help the kitten. He already knew what you were thinking, and he loved you for it. Your big heart that spread warmth and generosity in abundance was always something that left him in awe. "You know they won't allow me in with her!" Your puppy eyes were killing him, already. He chuckled, "you know already that it's a girl?" He was constantly shocked by how you could tell whether the animal you were talking about was a boy or a girl, and you rarely guessed wrong. "You know the deal." You chuckled standing up. You took off your scarf and went outside.

You approached the poor kitten slowly so not to startle it. "Hey, baby! You cold?" Your voice took an entirely different tone as if you were talking to a child trying to coax it. "It's okay, I am not going to hurt you." You said heart aching at the way she tried to step away from you. You wrapped her into the warm scarf, petting her to calm her down and to let her know that you didn't intend on hurting her.

Jungkook made his way to you with an umbrella and both of your food, in his other hand that he told the waiter that he would take it away instead of eating in the restaurant. His heart swelled at the view of you gently brushing your finger behind its ears. He sighed taking a seat next to you. You pulled a piece of chicken from your plate, feeding it to the kitten. "Awww, she must have been so hungry." You said as the poor thing devoured the chicken in seconds. "Where's your mummy?" You spoke to the kitten, it only meowed back at you which made your eyes teary. "What if she's lost!" You pouted looking at Jungkook. "Awww Jagiya I am sure her mum went to get her some food." He said scratching the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. He just hated to see you this sad. Your pout intensified as your head made up scenarios such as what if the kitten's mum got hit by a car? Or what if she's not returning? and so on. "We could wait a bit if you want? You know, to make sure that she's safe." He said shrugging. You smiled at him thankful that he put your heart at ease, seeing that you can't find it in you to leave the poor kitten alone. You kept on feeding the kitten as a couple of hours passed by, and yet her mum didn't show up. "Jagiya, you have nothing left to eat!" Jungkook frowned at the empty plate, noting in the back of his head to order you something else when you go home. "It's okay I am not that hungry." You said gaze and mind lost in the petite kitten that now found warmth and comfort in your lap, engulfed by your cosy scarf.

Jungkook knew that you won't eat if another being was hungry, even if you were starving. He smiled, a light bulb appeared above his head, "you know..." You reluctant tore your gaze from the kitten to look at your fiancé. " We can take it home." He smiled widely. "It's a she!" You scoffed then gasped after you realised what he was saying. "Are you... saying that we can keep it?" Your eyes widened at his suggestion. His bunny-like features lit up as he simply shrugged. You shrieked in happiness, "Kookie you're the best!" You said planting a kiss on his cheek. You apologised for the kitten afterwards for startling her, "awww, sorry baby!" You patted her.

You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you went to the vet first thing to give her the required vaccinations, clean her up and trim her claws. "We should buy her a few toys, too!" You said lost in thought as you waited for your kitten to finish. Jungkook looking at you in awe, he couldn't help how cute you looked. "… Because you know how mum and dad feel about pets." You were babbling, turning your head towards Jungkook, missing the way he leaned in to capture your lips with his. He kissed you softly and passionately that you were lost when he pulled away. "W-what was that for?" You whispered, his forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. "Nothing, you're just so cute I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Mr Jeon, Mrs L/N, your pet is all set, did you settle on a name, yet?" A nurse came out holding the kitten in a blue blanket. You grabbed her gently as Jungkook shook his head, "Nah not yet." He turned to you, "do you have anything in mind babe?" You nodded eagerly like a child, "yeah I have a few! But we need to settle on something." You looked at Jungkook who chuckled at your child-like behaviour.

Apparently, on your way to the vet you went through the internet looking for a unique name for your kitten. "I like blackie" Jungkook said eyeing the rest of the list, "I like it to, but I feel like it's racist." You pouted hating the idea of naming her "blackie" because she's black. Jungkook chuckled, "okay, how about Luna?" You hummed, then claimed that it was not unique enough.

"What about Twinkie?"

"Doesn't seem like a girl's name!"

"Babe you're the one who made this list!" He looked up from your phone to see you looking at the kitten instead. "Well, they sounded pretty when I wrote them down, but now that we're serious about keeping her, I feel like I'm picking my child's name. Kook this is a huge responsibility!" You pouted looking at him. He laughed at how you were taking this so seriously, but he understood, you have always wanted a pet, and now that you were having one it felt surreal.

"How about Selena?"

"Sounds posh for a cat!" Jungkook erupted in laughter. Oh God this was going to be fun, he thought shaking his head.

"Did you get it?" You jumped in anticipation as Jungkook returned home with your kitten's gift. He chuckled, "Yup" you jumped from your seat running over to him to see it. It was a collar with her name engraved on a golden piece. "It looks beautiful!" You squealed. "Yeah, baby it does." He said kissing your forehead. There laid the name "Angel" in a neat font. You know it's not that unique but you truly felt that the name suited her perfectly. She stood there looking up at both you and Jungkook, head tilted to the side wondering what's going on. You put the collar around her neck as she kept staring at you with her baby blue eyes that made your heart melt. "I think am in love!" You whispered in awe with teary eyes, Jungkook laughed loudly, thanking God for gifting him with a precious hearted partner as you.

That night you and Jungkook went to bed with Angel sleeping cosily between the two of you. "Thank you." You whispered, patting Angel's soft fur. "What for?" Jungkook looked up to you with doe eyes filled with puzzlement. "For allowing me to experience this, I mean you could have said no to taking Angel in." You whispered, refusing to think of what could have happened to her if you left her that day on the streets. "Babe, it's nothing. I don't even know why we haven't thought of it earlier, you know I don't mind pets." He said shrugging. "Still, thank you. I wanted this for so long." Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. He kissed your forehead, muttering a "good night", contentment filling his heart for the new addition to your little family.

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