#sorry that i never draw the logo on her shirt i just. don't want to draw it

[wildflowercryptid]

now that i've played the epilogue, i'm back on my gay shit.

#it's so cute that kieran plays with their bangs i adore that animation so much #god i missed the kitakami kids & the crater crew so much i can't wait to see more of their clubroom dialogue... #sorry that i never draw the logo on her shirt i just. don't want to draw it #alright i need to start heading to bed gooood night #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn scarvio #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #pokemon florian #trainer kieran #tealmaskshipping #candyappleshipping #kieflo #hc : (pkmn) mjverse #chara : florian russel cavallari #chara : kieran hinoki #🎨 : mj draws #sv dlc spoilers #sv dlc epilogue spoilers

[sunshinesdaydream]

The Power of Love Part One

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Both Hardcase and Reader have a hard time with romantic partners understanding them. Content Warning: Mention of sex Word Count: 2405

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Notes: - I'm working on a couple of OC profiles for Isa and Greatheart. They kind of ended up with a backstory.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka

-Title image by me

“Hardcase!” She said sharply. “You aren’t even paying attention!” He had spaced out again. While on holocall with Kia. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized. “Have you been chewing your shirt strings again?” She huffed. He looked down at his sweatshirt, new civilian style stuff. But had been printed with a logo one of the guys from the battalion had made for them. It was probably his favorite piece of civi clothing, much to Kia's disgust. But, yeah, he had been chewing on the strings. Kix had explained why he did stuff like that, but he didn’t really remember the details. Not that it would matter to Kia. “What are you, 5?” She asked. Absentminded he answered, “13,” “What?” She hissed. “13 standard” he answered, his mind automatically going down the spiral of 'Because of accelerated growth, mid 20's because the injections that fixed the accelerated growth made that variable... or something?' “You know what I meant,” Kia huffed. He looked up at the projection and wondered what he was doing. Appeasing her so he could keep pretending to be the person she wanted him to be? Without consideration he said, “I'm done,” “We are not done talking!” she demanded. “Not what I meant, but yeah that too. I'm done with whatever this is,” He responded. She shrieked in protest. And he shut the call off. He made his way back to the bunkroom and threw himself into his bunk, retrieving his data pad and headphones. Before he could disappear into music and drawing Fives appeared. “And how is the ever lovely Kia today?” Fives asked, batting his eyes dramatically. “Pissed off,” Hardcase said, trying to go back to his datapad. Fives snatched it out of his hands. “Fives, not now,” Hardcase said. “Kriff off, not now,” Fives said, passing the datapad back to Echo, who handed it to Jesse. “What happened?” “I got tired of trying to be someone I'm not for someone I don't

really care about,” Hardcase huffed. “Can I please have my 'pad back?” “No way,” Jesse said, “we got tons more to talk about,” “Why were you doing it if you didn't care about her?” Fives demanded. Hardcase shrugged, “The thing to do, I guess. You guys are all happy with who you are with and I just thought it was because I kark things up,” “That's different, we didn't pick up someone following us around 79's,” Fives pointed out. Hardcase being in a rare bad mood answered, “Well, I never have trouble picking someone up. Figured that's why you went,” A general insulted shout went through the group. “I have NEVER had a problem with the ladies,” Fives insisted. “No, he's right,” Tup, perched on his bunk over Hardcase's, “You do come on a bit too strong Fives,” “You too!” Fives asked, clutching his chest as if stabbed, “I'm wounded, how dare!” “Five's questionable flirting prowess aside,” Echo said. “That does not account for the pretty boy up there,” he gestured back to Tup. Considering that, Hardcase had to agree. Tup, between the long hair, somehow exceptionally thick eyelashes and general sweetness could take his pick of any room home if he wanted. “If I promise to go to the matchmaking service, will you please give me my datapad back?” And that's how, two days after their return to Coruscant, he was being marched into Right to Love. He had hoped that when they got back that the others would be so involved with their partners that they would forget. Not a chance. Hardcase was pretty sure that their partners were in on it. Rex's definitely was. He figured that's why Rex had decided to come along too. It made sense when the others had gone with Rex. Rex, to be fair, was a disaster. Even then it had only been Echo, Fives, Jesse, and Kix that had gone. He, Tup, and Cody met them afterwards. Not only those four but now Rex and Tup were also happily following them over to the room set aside for the “moral support/friends profile” thing. He wasn't anxious, honestly he didn't expect anything to come of it. He was there to appease his brothers so that he could go back to base and go about his life.

But when he read the first question on the formwork, 'What are you looking for in a potential partner' he let himself imagine. He was pacing when the woman entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” he said immediately. “What for? I kept you waiting,” she smiled. “I’m Isa, it’s good to meet you. Your profile was interesting, that’s why it took some time.” Hardcase shifted on his feet, he was used to being called interesting. But it was usually in a more exasperated tone. “Ma’am?” He said. “I have a lot I want to ask you, you are truly interesting,” Isa said, “I’d offer to walk while we talk, but guess you don’t want everyone to overhear everything?” Hardcase thought of Echo and Fives trying to spy on Rex’s date. “Yeah, rather not,” he agreed, sitting down. As she sat across from him Isa said, ”if you need to stand and move around while we talk, I understand,” In answer to his confused expression she continued, “I have a friend, they also have the urge to move more often,” Hardcase wasn’t used to people outside of Kix or Rex that understood, most of his brothers just coped with it in whatever way. It made Dogma's anxiety worse. He nodded and Isa continued, ”Your answers were very unique in a way we don’t often see,” ‘Oh, so back to being weird’ Hardcase thought. He was beginning to see it’s what the nat borns saw as defective. Not that he wasn’t defective, he definitely was. He had just accepted that difference long ago and embraced it. It hadn’t gotten him decommissioned , so why worry? “I think you are misinterpreting what I’m saying,” Isa said. “You are very creative, and actually very much know what you want. If half our clients gave us as rich of answers as you gave us our jobs would be much easier” “I didn’t think I did, I kind of rambled,” he answered. “No, it was all very useful,” she answered. “Useful enough that I have someone in mind. I just want to ask some questions first,”

Half an hour later he was walking into the lobby, the others were sitting around waiting for him “Are we going to go? I’m starving!” He said, when he joined the others. They went to a plaza that had several food speedertrucks parked around. They went to one that was selling nerfdogs. Finding out that there were spicy options, Fives and Jesse get into their usual “who can handle the heat” competition and order as hot as they can get. The others got typical nerfdogs and toppings. Echo tried to appeal to Kix to pull his medic status to stop them. “I'm the medic,not their keeper. They want to be stupid, let them!” Kix said, while Rex ignored the whole situation. “So, how'd it go?” Echo asked, looking at Fives and Jesse in disgust as the two of them stared each other down taking the first bite. Hardcase said between bites, “they liked my profile,” “Of course they did!” Fives said, pretending his eyes weren't tearing up from the spice, “you’re one of us. Obviously you’re amazing even if you are a di'kut .” “Look who’s talking,” Rex muttered. Fives was too busy trying desperately to cover his reaction to the spicy food to be dramatically offended...this time. And Jesse was too busy trying to power through his to laugh like the others did. The others went their separate ways after lunch. Except Rex, who walked back with him.

“You aren’t waiting for a com,” Rex observed. “Why wouldn’t I?” Hardcase couldn’t tell if Rex knew or if he should be offended. “They already matched you, haven’t they?” Rex asked. “Yeah,” Hardcase answered, ”Echo find a way to bug the room?” Rex laughed, “He would, wouldn’t he? No, he’ll wait until you get your information. But as soon as you agreed to go I had a better slicer friend fix your accounts to where Echo is only going to see the default 'We're still working on your Match' message. You will, of course be able to see everything you need.” “Why?” Hardcase wondered why Rex would go through the trouble. “Because I wouldn’t mind the boys getting a bit of payback. And I know you are up for a prank, my credits are on whoever they picked for you will be too” Rex grinned. “Do you really think so?” Hardcase asked him. “They are really good at finding what a person needs. I'm fairly sure that you need someone to have fun with. If they knew who to match you with right away, I think it's a good sign,” Rex answered.

“Absolutely not” you said, leaning back in the chair. “I told you to take my profile out of the system because it was karking up your stats” “It was two matches, and the results of both gave us feedback with which to optimize our questions” Isa responded. “And you were being dramatic, like you are now,” “Great, just great,” you grumble. “I guess this means you already told him I’d meet him,” “Of course!” Isa exclaimed, “you two need each other,” You sigh and sip on your drink, popping a flavor bubble in your mouth. You had become friends with Isa on the medical frigate even before Greatheart had arrived there. Now she was close enough to consider family. “If you want I can call someone else and have them compare the profiles,” Isa offered. “You don’t have to do that,” you sigh. “It’s hardly your fault that some of these guys don’t really want what they think they want. ” “We have a better set of questions we ask in the interview stage,” Isa insisted. “Still, I’ll send it out to the others for review and get feedback.” You pick up the data pad she had slid over to you awhile ago and opened the file. “Hardcase… you are joking with me, making up a guy?” You shake your head. “I get it, fine. I’ll go with whoever you set me up with,” “Good, because this is him,”Isa said. “Why do you guys not do pictures of them?” You ask, exasperated. “Because,” Isa gestured, “you have to be around them all the time to be able to tell the difference outside of hair and tattoos the way we do” “Well, you know your stripped down profiles tell us nothing.” You point out. “You are being obstinate,” Isa said. “Fine. he’s still active military, in a battalion that rotates from assisting in the efforts of making sections of the undercity safe and recovery efforts off planet,” “Still in because he doesn’t do anything else?” You ask, scrolling down but you see an extensive list of hobbies and interests. “No, if I had to guess it has more to do with his brothers. It’s a particularly close knit group. I’ve done matches for a few of them,” she told you, “all successful by the way. They always have one or two of the others with them when they come in. This time there were five, plus their CO,” “We already said I’m the problem child,” you point out. “Highly

visible tattoos?” “Yes, but honestly they are gorgeous,” Isa said. “Really? Should Greatheart be jealous?” You ask. “Jealous of what?” The man in question walked into the room. “Hello, Love,” he gave Isa a quick kiss. Then looked at you and said, ”Heard you brought me caf, sis” You gesture to the cup on the desk next to the tea you brought Isa. “This guy with the ‘gorgeous’ tattoos,” you say. “The guy from this morning?” He asks. Isa nodded and Greatheart pulled the other seat in the room up to Isa’s desk. “Isn’t it your break, wouldn’t you rather do something other than meddle in my love life,” you ask. “Nope, sis, you are priority,” he said, sipping at the caf. “Does have some nice tats, evidently designed them himself. Talked to his CO for awhile, I think Isa’s right,” “You two have already been talking about this?” “No, after he left I went to suggest it to Isa. Just seemed like,” he shrugged, ”I don’t know. I had a good feeling about it. But Isa had already set up the date for you two,” “Which club is it at anyways?” You ask. The dates Isa set you up at usually were at a club. They had been a couple of guys that said they were looking for someone fun and adventurous and that they liked a good laugh. Turns out fun was going to the clubs adventure was sex and good laughs were with his brothers. Basically they wanted a long term battalion bunny that could sit next to them, laugh at their jokes, and look pretty. Weird was not pretty, and honestly their idea ofsex wasn't terribly adventurous either. “Not a club,” Isa said, gesturing to the ‘pad. You sigh and scroll down. “Oh, we’re being upfront with the weird this time,” you say. “He seemed really interested, says he likes trying new things,” Isa said. “And i thought that might work out better if they saw you doing things you like outside the clubs. He was willing to meet there. He actually put anywhere on his list of preferred places,” “The rink isn’t on mine,” you point out. Isa shrugged, ”It will work out the best,” “‘Heart, what did his CO say?” You ask. “You can’t…” Isa began. “You have confidentially clauses with him,” you say. “He doesn't with the CO,,” Greatheart grinned, “well, if I didn’t know his CO by reputation I’m not sure I would have believed him. Guy was quiet, fidgeted a lot… but then most do here. But when he came out of his interview he was… well more like someone I’d see you with. And with what his CO said, he just makes sense.” “But what did he say?” you ask again. “Someone is excited,” Isa said. You roll your eyes and focus back on Greatheart, who says. “He had some really good stories about him. He seems like a lot of fun, and you might have trouble keeping up with him instead of the other way around,”

Thanks for reading! Check out more of this AU @tcwmatchmakingau

❤️Love and Wrecker Hugs!❤️

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#hardcase my beloved #hardcase x reader #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #clone wars fan fiction #sunshine writes #tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #right to love au #the power of love

[jaylienpotter]

October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #romantic prongsfoot #bambibelle #marauders starbucks #starbucks ship #Sry for the extreme delay #It's been sitting in my drafts for nearly a week #I intend on writing some more prompts from prev days

[discow1tch]

Mutual Attraction

Summary: You run into the redheaded Green Lantern in the watchtowers infirmary after you both get injured in a fight and things get weirdly flirty

Warnings/tags: sexual tension, partial nudity, flirting, reader-insert

Notes: Look, I have terrible taste in men. I know this. Please try not to judge me too hard for wanting to fuck the worst green lantern.

Also, I'm not entirely sure where this is set. It's sort of loosely based on a combination of comics and cartoons. I'm really enamored with the version of him in YJ and the way Pat Gleason draws him in GLC.

You can also read this fic on AO3

"I'm fine," you insist but Dr. Mid-Nite is having none of it. He practically pushes you into the med bay.

"You hit your head. A professional needs to look you over."

Seeing as he is a professional you should probably listen to him.

"Yeah, alright."

The room is already occupied by one of the Green Lanterns - the redheaded one - sitting on the exam table and Mr. Terrific who is looking him over. The Lantern is a hot fucking mess. His hair is stuck to his head with sweat and there's blood spatter all across the knuckles of his gloves and the side of his face. It's hard to tell if it's his or someone else's. They both pause to look over at your intrusion. You give them a hesitant wave. Dr. Mid-Nite breaks the silence.

"Oh, good. You're already assessing the injured. When you're done with him can you check her for a concussion?"

Mr. Terrific sighs like he's being asked a monumental favor.

"Sure."

"Thank you. She hit her head pretty hard out there today. Better safe than sorry."

"Of course."

And then Dr. Mid-Nite is gone, leaving you to stand awkwardly in the doorway.

"I'm just getting my shoulder put back together. These things don't usually take long, right, doc?" Green Lantern says.

"I'm relocating the joint," Mr. Terrific corrects, "but yes, it should be just a few minutes. Feel free to take a seat."

"Kay." You locate a hard plastic chair by the door to wait on and pull out your phone.

 Ah. Of course. No service on The Watchtower. And no wi-fi.

"Alright, GL, suit off. I need to get a look at that shoulder."

You drag your eyes away from your screen to watch. You've always wondered how the suits work. You've been told that they're ring constructs but they're way more convincingly real than anything else you've seen the lanterns make. You can see all the creases in the fabric and everything.

"You got it, Doc." Green Lantern says as he pulls off his ring. You watch in amazement as the suit disappears in a whoosh of air and shimmer of light back into the ring leaving him in street clothes.

He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of sports logo on it. It's all very normal except for the dried blood still spattered across his skin. You can even see the line in it across his neck where his GL uniform was sitting. You're wondering how it all fits under the suit and why none of it is wrinkled when he reaches back behind his head with his good arm to pull his shirt off in one fluid motion.

Your eyes go wide.

Ginger Lantern is built and has been spending some time in the sun if the freckles across his shoulders are anything to go by. There are faint tan lines around his biceps and collar. A not insignificant amount of hair covers his chest and trails down to the waistband of his jeans. You've never really talked to any of the lanterns but now you're thinking maybe you should.

You're jolted back to reality when Mr. Terrific speaks.

"This shouldn't be painful. Just sit still for a moment," he says as he works the lanterns joint back into place. You drag your eyes away from Green Lanterns chest only for your eyes to catch his. He tilts his head back just the slightest and gives you a cocky grin.

Oh no.

You can feel heat creeping across your face and neck. You dart your eyes away back to your phone. There's no use pretending that didn't happen but you try. The next minute stretches into eternity as you wallow in your embarrassment and pretend to be checking your email.

"There you go. That should do it."

From the corner of your eye you watch ginger lantern rotate his arm experimentally a few times.

"Thanks. The ring should be able to do the rest of the healing on its own." he says as he stands up and grabs his shirt. You steadfastly glue your eyes to your phone as he dresses but it doesn't stop your imagination from running free. It's not weird to fantasize about a strangers abs, right?

Mr. Terrific calls out your name and you practically jump out of your skin.

"Yes?"

"You're up next." he says with a tilt of his head towards the exam table before stepping across the room to look through a storage closet.

"Oh. Yeah."

Green Lantern reaches the door just as you're standing up. He stops with the door open and his hand on the outside doorknob.

"I saw how you were looking at me. You ever wanna do more than window shop just let me know."

You blink dumbly as his words sink in. He gives you a self assured smirk and then he's leaving. You stare at the door as it closes behind him.

That man is going to be the death of you.

#x reader #dc comics #guy gardner x reader #green lantern #dc x reader #guy gardner #my writing #original content

[hoelex0513love]

Chapter 1 - just a LOGO

★”How much time does it take for a LOGO? It’s just a pattern?”

★”Is graduation more important than work? Do you know how many people want this job? I'm willing to have you and you should be thankful.”

★" The law of attraction, Must stay positive, and dreams will be attracted to me..."

Chapter 1 – It’s just a LOGO

This young girl, Amisa, was a mixed race student from Taiwan and Britain. She majored in the night Department of visual communication design. While working part-time and studies part-time, she seldom eat and socialize with her classmates, and even rarely eat with her family. Today happened to be her 19th birthday, but in fact no one noticed. She never mentioned it to others. At the end of her class of brand design course, she farewelled to her night course teacher while she dragged her tired body to the seat and waited for the final bus from the night department school for her journey home.

The girl had a distinctive natural spiky blond hair. She usually wore smoked makeup and black nail polish in class. Her face looked very unfriendly. Her hair tied with black-and-white ribbons. She wore her trademark black shoulder strap with white off shoulder T-shirt and black punk plaid shorts. She also had black-and-white long leg socks and British Martin boots. Of course, riveted bracelets and other accessories are indispensable, These strange dress fassion made her a gossip and isolated away by many students.

In Amisa's world, she had no colorful life and no friends. She was so rebellious. She didn't know when she began to have an extreme sense of rejection of skirts. She stopped wearing them at least 10 years ago. She looked so rebellious and emo, but in fact she was warm in her heart. She just deliberately kept her distance from people for some unknown reason.

When the bus arrived at the platform, Amisa picked up her backpack and painting equipment. Even when there were no passengers, she still sat in the corner at the end of the bus. Her face was not in the mood because she couldn’t think of an appropriate logo for her project.

linglinglingling~~~~~~~~~

At this time, the mobile phone in the bag rang, and an incoming call indicated it was her boss. Amisa didn’t want to answer the call at all. She kept the ringtone going to the end

linglinglingling~~~~~~~~~

The boss didn't give up calling again. According to experience, if she didn't answer, there will be more after. She answered unwillingly with a toneless voice. : "hello..."

"It's me." At the other end came the voice of a middle-aged man: "you are having your vacation from college, right? I may require you to draw something first. I have uploaded the files, and I will make a proposal to the manufacturer the day after tomorrow."

" Here we go…..." Amisa could only complain in her mind. Even if she took a deep breath, she could not be heard by the other party: "boss, I'm sorry. I mentioned last week that I will be busy with the school project first."

"Well, I know you mentioned it, but the manufacturer only has that time. Just draw a few samples. It won't take long. You can look at the documents first."

The zoom out and showed some documents, indicating "10 cartoon characters with background". This message makes people roll their eyes. Amisa clenches her lips and replied,:" Do you want all of these done before the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, monochrome picture. Shouldn't it be difficult for you?"

"But it may take me a whole day to finish painting... Besides, I have arranged to do a special topic tomorrow. Can I do it later when I get to work?"

" Sorry, That's the way it is. It will be too late. Don't you have a holiday? Tomorrow is the day? Just do what you’ve been told. We can work on giving you a few more days off afterward or some overtime payments."

"But I have planned the prototype of the brand logo for today's project. I need to finish CIS and graduation production at one time!"

"The logo is just a pattern. How long does it take? This case is very important to the company. Please finish it the day later."

"Can it wait a few days?"

At this time, the boss turned to a warning tone: "Is graduation production more important than your job? Do you know how many people want this job? I am willing to pay you for it and you should cherish it. That’s all, no matter what, I will see the 10 cartoon character stickers. Do you hear me?"

"Ah! Every time he asks someone to do something way beyond their ability!" A heap of abuse thoughts against the boss suddenly came to mind. Amisa wished she had dropped her mobile phone on the spot, but she endured it and replied in a helpless tone: "... Understood."

Toot ---- toot ----

Faced with a stubborn boss who always demand the impossible, Amisa had no choice but to release her anger to the starless night sky outside the window: " I'm obviously just a part time, but I'm always asked to work overtime, clean up and do this and that! That old turd doesn't respect designers at all! I am trapped in this kind of work, which is a prison of life!"

"Miss, please be quiet in the middle of the night!" The driver was greatly affected by the traffic jam in front of him and could not return to the station on time, and saw a girl in the rearview mirror yelling impatiently and shouting a loud warning.

Amisa, who was warned by the driver, shrunk back to her seat, filled the air with her nose, and whispered: " The law of attraction, In the face of adversity, must remain positive, and dreams will be attracted to me..."

Suddenly, with the sixth sense, she picked up the drawing album from her bag and turned to a page of essay graffiti, found a blank corner in the unsatisfactory pile of drafts and drew a love heart, and especially embellished a black dot smile on the love heart, reminding the inner smile that cannot disappear, but unconsciously the pattern is painted like a smiling love

"maybe... I don't forget every moment of my dream before I feel alive. Sometimes I want to laugh hard, but the reality is a cruel crying. It all depends on what I think..."

"It can be regarded as a slogan." When the last bus arrived at the terminal, Amisa hurriedly wrote down the words "smiley love" in the upper right corner of the figure. The idea of the graduation project was more complete, which made her feel a little more comfortable. Then she crouched her arm and pulled down hard to shout "come on".

"Green grass, big trees, I want to sing loudly~" then she continued humming and marched to the street where she called home in the midnight.

[gloomyhearts]

Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter five~ you haven't changed a bit

Valerie sat on her bed while Dahlia searched through her closet.

"I don't know why you're doing this"

"I.. it's..just look at him," she toss a picture frame on her bed next to Valerie.

It was taken on his prom, he asked her to be his date really casual when they were sitting at the lake a few minutes of car drive.

She wore an emerald green long sleeve wrap dress and he a black suit with a tie in the same color as her dress. Some of the students asked if they'd be a couple, after frowning they denied.

"You kept this? Really D?"

"I look cute?" She shruggs her shoulder and continued to search for the best outfit.

She decides to wear her black flannel and a green pullover on top. Her black skinny jeans and high converse a must do.

"Okay you look stunning, babe."

"Thank you. Should I take a jacket?"

"Just in case" Dahlia grabs her jeans jacket. On the way to the door she also takes her keys and wallet.

"Does he gets you or.?"

"I'm driving myself." She shuts the door softly, making her way over to the car.

His mom didn't appreciate that he'd be spending a few days before Thanksgiving out. Even due to the fact that there's a pandemic going on.

The teenager planed on ordering their food, just one of them going into the restaurant and then they'd be driving to a park or similar to eat the delicious food.

Owen was on FaceTime with Charlie, Jeremy and Madison.

"And this?" He shows him his third outfit. Charlie groaned everytime he presented one.

On his upper body was a black long sleeve shirt with a white one which had the pizza planet logo, on top. A pink beanie suited his head, still some strands of his now ear long blond hair, fell out.

"This looks perfect Owen," Jeremy states and the other two nodded in agreement.

"Sure? Isn't this beanie too much?" He almost had his hand on it to remove it.

"Stop," his mother steps into his room, "that's great, hun," and then she left.

"I love your mom," Madison breaks the silence.

"Yeah, she's so awesome."

"Right." Owen rolled his eyes at his friends.

"And which jacket?" He had three on his arm.

"The black jeans."

"No. No the thick one to give her when she cold, " Jeremy suggests.

"But she'll have her own," Charlie argues.

"But girls wanna be stylish."

"And?"

"What does that mean, Jer. I'm offended." The group erupts in laughter.

"Well I'm the married one, trust me" he winked at him.

"Okay.. Okay," his voice shakes slightly.

"It's gonna be good, dude," Charlie sent him a resuring smile.

"Hopefully," he glimpses at his watch.

"Gotta go. Talk to you later," he waved at them and exits the call.

The young adults arrived at the same time at the diner. Afterwards it was dopey from Owen to let her driver here herself, he really regrets it.

They parked and Owen walked to her car. He held her the door open.

She's even more beautiful without her mask.

"Hey," he began.

"You already know what you want?" He stretches his neck avoiding her eyes.

"A grilled cheese sandwich. Please."

"Good choice. Something to drink?" She shakes her head pointing to a water bottle she had in her car. He gave her a thumbs up and walked into the diner.

Dahlia sat down in her car again resting her head against the backseat.

Owen knocked on her window raising the bag full of food into the air.

"It smells so delicious," she states as he enters her car.

Owen came up with the idea he could park his car here and she would drive them to the park.

"Can't wait to swallow it."

During the ride the radio played quietly a few songs from the charts but that bothered the two of them not really much.

They arrived at the park and exited the car. Soon they made their way over to a bench in the far back of it.

He hands her the sandwich and placed his fries in between their bodies.

She watched every move of him but as his graze fell on her she immediately turned away.

"Soo."

"Soo," a sad smile placed on her lips.

"What are you studying?" He took a bite of his burger.

"Environmental science is my major and classical Latin as minor."

"Environmental? That's fantastic," Owen states after swallowing his bite.

"Yeah. It's really interesting."

"And why did you chose it?"

"I want to make a change. When every single one of us starts by oneself we're able to change the behavior and turn the world a better place." He nods in agreement.

"That's great. I mean I think so too."

The pair both reached for a fries as their finger touch lightly. She swallowed the limp that formed in her throat and he cleared his, his hand slowly removing from her. The spot where the other touched them burned. Both longing to repeat it, holding it longer.

She felt his graze on her but she didn't dare to eye him.

"You still play volleyball?" She nodded her voice surely would fail.

"And the piano?" Dahlia shakes her head.

"Why?"

She inhales deeply.

"It just didn't felt right. Sometimes I played at some shows at school but since my graduation not once."

"More than a year, that's.. gosh!"

"It's indifferent. I've got impotence things to do."

"Right saving the world," he nudged her side as he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah obviously," Dahlia stutters.

Her fragile body began to shake slightly, her jacket was obviously not thick enough.

"You're alright?" He looks down at her.

"Totally."

"Do you want my jacket?"

"If it's no trouble to you." a shy smile suited her lips as her eyes fell on him for the first time since they sat down. He looked he really cute with his beanie.

"You can wear mine if you wanna. Actually it's my brother's but he wouldn't mind." She raises her hand with the jacket to him. They exchanged them and dress themselves up.

Her hands curling around her middle, bringing the warm cloth near. Dahlia inhales his perfume deeply, the corners of her mouth lift up when the scent of wood meet her olfactory nerves. It was a long time since she smelt it the last time. Fun thing he never change the scent.

She sun began to set when they still sat on the bench, some pedestrians passed them, smiling at them.

"You wanna get some dessert?"

"I'd kill for." He raised up and hold his hand in front of her. Dahlia grabbed it hesitantly. Owen pulled her to her feet as well and intertwined their fingers together, she bit her her bottom lip, his touch causing butterflies in her stomach. He guided her towards the exit and to her car.

When they reached it he opened her door and she mumbles a quiet thanks.

She drove backto boomerangs so he could take his car and they'd meet ad Il dolce Gelato a few minutes away.

They met again in the parking lot and walked together into the shop.

"Hello," the waitress behind the tresen greats.

"Hey I'd like one scoop of raspberry and one of stracciatella, please," Dahlia 

"And you sir?" She asks as she hands Dahlia her order.

"Cappuccino and snickers please."

After receiving their order and paying they left and headed to their cars.

Owen opened his trunk door and sat down in it. He padded next to him for her to sit down as well.

"How can you eat cappuccino ice cream?" She knitted her brows watching him lick his scoop.

"Why not. It'd be better if it'd be coffee pur but they hadn't such a flavor," he laughed softly.

"You're strange." Dahlia chuckles.

"You're sure? The last time I checked you found it cute," her eyes wandered into the far.

"I didn't meant it like that, Lia." His left hand reaching for hers.

Her mood changed promptly, she draw from his touch.

"Sure." It was one word but it held so much emotions, anger, hurt, sadness, love.

She drags herself on her feet ready to step to her car but Owen's hand grabs hers.

"Hear me out, please." He stammers.

"Go ahead."

"I am.. I am sorry. I didn't wanted it to end like this... I didn't know what I'd do... I was overwhelmed by the whole situation," he stutters.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything. You didn't call. You didn't texted. Nothing. It was hurtful what you did. Didn't I mean anything to you cause the last time I checked I did, the exact day you just left. Spending time with me the day before so you don't have to say goodbye or what?!"

Owen opens his mouth but she continues.

"No, now it's my turn. I always wanted you to accomplish your dreams. I was your biggest fan until the day you left. Then you were dead to me. And now..." she inhales sharply.

"After three.. three damn years you show up out of nowhere thinking everything is allright between us," she points to her and then him.

"I just want this pain to be over." Her eyes welled up.

Dahlia opens the driver door, excepting to speak up but he never did so she enters her car.

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[queenxxxsupreme]

Solace-Jim Mason series

Chapter 6

A/N: I miss Jim Mason:( 

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, brief mentions of drug use, mentions of overdose

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Sonny is a rebellious teen. Her dad is a major dick

The next day was Friday, meaning while Jim got to go surfing with my brothers, I got to go dress shopping with Lindsay and Steph. Luckily it didn't take too long and I found a dress I liked st the first shop we went too.

"Do you girls want anything to drink?" Steph asked as she stood up. We were currently laying around the pool in our backyard.

"No thank you, Steph." I shook my head. Lindsay watched her go into the house. The second the sliding glass door was closed, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me.

"So how does he kiss?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows together at her.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Jim? I-I haven't kissed him yet." I sat up, pulling the strap to my black bikini into place.

"What? He was at your house last night until three in the morning, Sonny, and you didn't kiss him?"

"We just talked, Linds." I stood up and moved to check my phone on the table. The boys were just over the hill at the beach but I didn't want to go check on them and look like a stalker.

"So are you dating?" She laid back on the lounge chair.

"No. He hasn't asked me." I frowned a little.

("I really like him, Sonny." Steph smiled at me. I couldn't help the pink that rose to my cheeks as I tried to hide behind the clothing rack separating us. "He's a sweet boy."

"How did Greg do?" Lindsay looked over to Steph for an answer. I locked my jaw, shuffling through a few of the dresses. I was determined to find an expensive dress, knowing dad would be the one to pay for it.

"Worse than I expected him to. But he won't act like that again, Sonny. I promise."

"I won't let him treat Jim like that, Steph." I brought my eyes up to meet hers. "No one deserves to be treated like that. Dad isn't any better than him.")

"You know, Reese never really asked me." Lindsay pointed out.

"Well, he's a dick. I honestly can't stand him."

"Whoa, Sonny." Reese exclaimed as he, Asher, and Jackson made their way up the path. Following behind them was Miles and Jim. "Careful what you say. Jim can hear you."

"I wasn't talk about Jim. I was talking about you."

"I'm a joy to be around." Reese rolled his eyes. I held my middle finger up to him.

The boys settled around the pool, putting their boards up on the privacy fence around the deck. Jim's eyes met mine and he gave me one of his signature little smiles.

"Hi, Sonny." His chestnut hair fell in messy waves across his forehead.

"Hi, Jim."

"Sonny?" Steph called from the door to the house. "There's someone at the front door. He says he's a friend of yours."

"Must have the wrong Sonny. This one doesn't have friends." Jackson said, making Reese snicker. As I passed Jackson to go into the house, I pushed him into the pool. 

"Come inside with me, Jim." I called over my shoulder.

"Hey, Jim!" Steph greeted Jim as she stepped out of the house.

"Hi, Ms. Carlisle."

"Steph is just fine, sweetheart." She put her hand on his shoulder.

I pushed the sliding glass door shut behind Jim.

"Were the boys decent?"

"Yeah, they were a blast." He nodded his head, raking his fingers through his hair. "I can't remember the last time I hung out with people I actually liked."

"That's good to hear." I picked up a shirt that was on the back of the couch and tugged it on. Upon doing so, I realized it was one of Reese's college shirts with a fraternity logo on it. Jim leaned against the island in the kitchen while I went to answer the front door. As I opened the door open, I pulled my red hair out of the collar of the shirt.

My stomach immediately dropped at the sight of Will standing on the front step. A big, disgusting grin was plastered across his lips as he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my legs. Reese's shirt only fell down about mid-thigh, leaving my legs visible to his prying eyes.

"Hey, Sonny. I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to know if you'd be up to come with me to a party tonight over at Tucker Landon's house."

My lips parted but I couldn't find my voice. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My fingers were trembling by my sides. How did he know where I lived? Why was he here? Why did he think he had the right to ask me to a party?

"Sonny? You okay?" He furrowed his brows together, stepping towards me. This brought me out of my frozen state. I half-turned to the kitchen, knowing Jim was in there, and tried to close the door, but Will put his hand on the door to stop me. "Hey, I just want to talk-,"

"Is everything okay, Sonny?" Jim moved towards me. My eyes found his and I'm positive he saw the look of absolute panic on my face. His hand reached out for my arm but I let him take my hand instead. "Who is this?" Jim moved me so that I stood halfway behind him. He now served as a barrier between me and the monster that terrorized my dreams.

Will was a half a foot taller than him and easily outweighed him. Will was a jock, a douche-bag in every sense of the word. Jim was slimly built. His muscles were there but they weren't as sharply defined as Will's.

"Who the hell are you?" Will visibly puffed up, clearly not liking the idea of Jim putting himself between me and him.

"Jim." He answered firmly. One of his hands remained by his side, his fingers moving nervously as he watched the larger man. His other hand remained latched to mine. "Who are you?"

"Will Talbot." He held his hand out for Jim. I squeezed Jim's hand, silently begging him not to shake Will's disgusting hand.

"Jim." I rasped. He looked over his shoulder to me. I tugged his hand like a child, urging him to leave.

"I'm sorry, man. Sonny's not feeling up to hanging out right now." Jim shrugged his shoulders before closing the door. Once the door was closed, I was able to lock the deadbolt.

My feet began to take me up the stairs, my heart racing furiously as I shook my head. He knew where I lived.

"Sonny!" Jim called for me.

I only stopped once I was in the center of my room. My head fell back, my eyes slipping shut as a breath escaped my lips. My knees buckled and I would've collapsed to the floor had Jim not been there to catch me. His long arms wrapped around me, catching me just as I was about to hit the floor.

"Shit, Sonny." He cursed, carefully lowering us both to the floor. He rested on his knees and I rested on his lap. I curled my knees to my chin, resting cheek against his bare chest.

"He knows where-He knows where I live." I whispered. I didn't even realize hot tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt them drip down on to my chest.

"You aren't breathing, angel." Jim murmured gently as he began to rock us both back and forth ever so slightly. "You gotta breathe."

I couldn't find the ability to catch my breath. I was suffocating, choking on an unseen force. Jim took my hand and placed it on his chest so I could feel his heart beating steadily below my palm.

"I'm right here, angel." He whispered into my ear, placing a kiss against my red hair. "I need you to breathe for me, okay?"

I nodded my head and shakily took a small breath. That was the first step. After that, I could begin to catch my breath.

I wasn't sure how long we sat like that but once I managed to breathe the right way, Jim moved to lean against the side of my bed. He still held me in his lap, his arms holding me against his chest. My head was tucked under his chin and my eyes were closed.

"That's him." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "The one I told you about two nights ago."

Jim stiffened up.

"The one who touched you?"

I grimaced at his words.

"Are you going to go to the police?"

"I was high as a freaking kite." I shook my head. "It was weeks ago. It wouldn't do me any good now. Besides, he didn't rape me. He just felt me up. Put his hand down my pants. That's it."

"He doesn't have the right to do that, Sonny. If you don't want him to do that, then he can't."

"He did." I pulled away from Jim and stood to my feet. I raked my fingers through my hair then shook my hands out. "He-He did. And there's nothing anyone can do to change it."

His eyes fell to his hands as I pulled my shirt up to wipe my face. I went over to my closet, feeling the need for a smoke, but at the last minute I decided against it. It was a nasty habit, one I picked up shortly after my sister passed away. I turned and put my back to the door, then slowly sunk down against it. My eyes found Jim, who was watching me with a tender gaze.

"You probably think I'm insane." I whispered softly. "I've got more problems than a crossword puzzle."

He chuckled a little. The smile that cracked across his lips warmed my insides.

"I guess that's what draws me to you." He admitted with a little shrug of his shoulders, raking his fingers through his hair. "You're kinda like me."

I nodded my head softly, looking down at my hands. I never thought of it that way.

A knock on the already opened door to my room caught my attention. It was Reese.

"You two good?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah." I answered him quietly. He nodded and looked to Jim.

"Hey, I don't know if Sonny's mentioned it to you, Jim, but tonight we're all going out to dinner for our parents' anniversary. You should tag along."

"I appreciate, Reese, but I'm gonna have to pass." Jim shook his head. "I've got something already."

"Alrighty. No big deal." Reese looked back to me and flashed me a little smile. "I like him, you know." He pointed to Jim.

"Me too." I bit my bottom lip.

"Good. Come on back downstairs when you're ready." He knew something had happened. I don't think he knew what but he knew something was up.

I watched him disappear from the doorway. Jim stood to his feet and crossed my bedroom, then held his hand out for me. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He embraced me in a hug, his arms wrapping around me in a protective barrier. 

"Are you ready to go back down there?"

"Yeah." I squeezed him tight before letting him go.

***

"You're not funny, Jackson." I pulled myself out of the pool, glaring at my brother through my now drenched red locks that fell into my face.

Just after Jim and I joined everyone out at the pool, Jackson picked me up over his shoulder and jumped into the pool.

"I fucking hate you."

"Language, Sonny." Steph chided from her lounge chair, turning the page in the designer magazine she was reading.

"I freaking hate you."

"Much better."

"Hey, mom?" Reese looked up from his phone. "Can I have some friends over later?"

Asher and Jackson both started to laugh at him.

"Wow, Reese. How old are you?" I pulled the now soaking wet t-shirt off of me and threw it at Reese. He easily dodged the shirt and it landed on the concrete next to him. I gathered my hair over one shoulder and moved to sit on the lounge chair beside Jim.

"You gonna ask mom if she can tuck you in later on too–Hey!" A high-pitched yelp escaped Jackson's lips as he ducked a swing from Reese.

"Of course you can, Reese." Steph answered him. "Are they joining us for dinner?"

"No, no." Reese shook his head. "They're gonna come over afterwards. I was thinking we could have a fire or something out back."

"What about you, Jim?" Steph turned her attention to him. "Are you joining us for dinner?"

"No, ma'am, Mrs. Carlisle." Jim shook his head, brushing down his brunet locks. "Me and my sister have this thing."

"Maybe next time."

***

"How was dinner?"

"About as good as it could've gone." I sighed gently as I walked into my room. I left the door open with plans of leaving shortly. "Dad didn't talk to me the whole night, but I'm not complaining."

"I'm sorry, Sonny."

"Don't apologize, Jim." I shook my head. "You did nothing wrong."

I shrugged out of my cardigan, leaving me in just a thin strapped silk black tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans.

"Did you have fun with Medina?"

"Yeah. I think it did us good to hang out."

"That's good, Jim."

"Yeah. She said something funny that kinda got me thinking."

The sound of someone shouting from outside caught my attention. I went over to the balcony doors and pushed them open. Reese and a half dozen of his friends were gathered around a fire, laughing at something.

"What did she say?"

"She said that there's a light in my eyes that she hasn't seen in a long time. She said she thinks it's because of you."

I paused for a moment, my fingers slowly brushing through my hair.

"Aw, she said that?"

"Yeah." I could hear the smile on his voice.

"She's so sweet." I messed with the necklace that dangled between my breasts. My eyes flickered back down to Reese and his friends. The back porch light was on and this gave me the ability to see some of the guys. I only recognized Lindsay, Reese, and Will. "Will?”

"What?"

"Will." I whispered, quickly taking steps back into my room. I almost tripped over my sketch book in the floor. The balcony doors were slammed shut and I locked them. "He-He's here, Jim. Why the hell is he here?"

"Shit, Sonny. I'm on my way over."

"No. No. I-I'm-I'm not staying here. I'm not. I can't." I shook my head.

"I'll come get you."

"Please hurry." I rushed to pack a bag, stuffing different articles of clothing into my backpack. "Just please don’t-don't hang up, Jim."

"I'm not going anywhere, angel."

The new nickname he'd given me just earlier that day made my heart soar. I gripped my phone tighter as I threw my backpack over my shoulder and slammed the to my room door shut.

"Where is he?"

"Outside."

I made my way down the stairs. I wasn't going to stay in the house. I'd wait outside for Jim. I thought I was going to make it too. I could see the front door. It was right there. But a hand clasped around my arm and stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad asked me.

"To-To a friend's house, dad." I looked over his shoulder to see Reese and Will coming in through the back door. "Please." I looked back to dad.

"Lindsay's here. She's the only friend you go to."

"Dad, let me-just let me go!" I tried to yell but it came out as a broken whisper. I tugged my arm until he released me. "Let me go, dad." I blinked the tears away, allowing them to trail down my cheeks as I shook my head. His hand released me, a look of pain crossing his face. 

I couldn't look at him as I opened the front door and darted out into the night. I knew he was hurting right now, I know he missed who I used to be. But she was gone. She died four months ago with Summer.

“Sonny? Are you still there?” Jim’s voice in my ear pulled me back to reality.

“Yeah, Jim.”  I murmured quietly, sniffling as I wiped my cheeks. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

“Less than ten minutes.”

***

Due to Mrs. Mason’s.... nature, Jim had to sneak me into his house.

He closed the door to his room and played music. It sounded like a mix of 80s and 90s rock hits. I smiled a little. He had good taste.

I put my backpack down by his closet and kicked my shoes off. I threw myself down on to Jim's bed, bringing my knees to my chest.

"I can't believe I told him that, Jim." I cried quietly. Jim climbed into the bed next to me and laid on his side facing me. He brushed my red hair back out of my eyes. His hand came to rest on my cheek.

"What are you talking about, Sonny?" He quietly asked.

"Dad." I put my hand on his hand that was on my cheek. There were no tears in my eyes because they were trailing down my face. "I told him.... Jim, I told him to let me go. That's the last thing my mother ever told him. I-I can still hear their argument."

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible, their harsh words echoing in my head. 

("You can't leave, Nicki! What the hell am I suppose to do without you?"

"I'm not leaving forever, Greg. I just-I need to get away. I want to be here for you and for Jackson and Emerson and Miles but I-I-I need a break, okay?"

"A break?" Dad couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Just let me go, Greg, damn it!" Mom was exasperated, exhausted, and out of breath from fighting dad. "Just let. Me. Go.")

"I didn't mean to say it, Jim." I shook my head, pushing myself into a sitting position. He sat up too and pulled me into his arms.

"It's okay, Sonny." He tucked my head underneath his chin.

"He's going to hate me."

"No, no, he won't, angel." He assured me, his hand rubbing my arm.

***

I stayed in his arms for what felt like hours, and he was okay with that. He held me, occasionally kissing the top of my head and brushing circles into my arm with his thumb.

I couldn't believe I'd only known this guy only four days. Four days and I felt like I'd known him my entire life. I was comfortable with him in a way that I never felt comfortable with anyone else before. Four days, and we'd almost kissed once. I had kissed his cheek a handful of times and he had kissed my cheek or my hand more than I could count. He knew automatically how to calm me down earlier today. He stopped my panic attack before it got too bad, before I could make myself pass out.

Jim lifted his head from where he rested upon mine and sat up a little straighter. I noticed this and pulled my head away from him.

"What?" I asked him. He looked down at me with a little smile on his lips.

"This was the song you were singing when I woke up."

I looked over to the stand his phone was on. Sweet Child O' Mine was playing. I didn't remember that I had been singing the song out loud or even that that was what I was listening to.

"You sounded beautiful." He leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. His chestnut curls tickled my forehead. I giggled softly, reaching up to swipe them away.

"I was singing it?" I crinkled my eyebrows together, wincing internally. He nodded his head. "I'm sure that was a great sound to wake up to."

"You sounded great."

"You're just saying that."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." He nodded his head, a grin cracking across his lips. He was teasing me.

His fingers began to tickle my sides. I fought to get away, climbing out of his lap and across the bed but he was quick. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. Somehow, he managed to get me pinned beneath him. The hand that wasn't holding him up tickled my side. A loud laugh escaped my lips. His hand covered my mouth, his eyes darting over to the door. We both froze for a second, waiting for his mother to come barging in. When she didn't, he looked back to me.

"You have to be quiet, Sonny." He hushed me with a little laugh. I rolled my eyes at him and tugged his hand away from my mouth. 

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to tickle me, we wouldn’t have to worry.” I gazed up at him, searching his blue eyes as I spoke. His smile somehow made all the problems I had disappear. It made me forget. I thought that that was just something they said in rom-coms. 

I reached up to brush his brown hair back, but my efforts were useless. With how he was laying over top of me, his hair had no choice but to fall down. His beautiful blue eyes flickered down to my lips as he slowly lowered himself down to me. My heart began to race. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin as his lips finally met mine. 

His lips were soft and gentle, and he tasted like peppermint. My hand slipped around his waist and across his back. From there, I could pull him down on to me. I didn’t want to feel anything but him. One of his knees rested between my thighs and his hands held most of his upper body weight off of me but I didn’t mind the pressure. I didn’t mind him. I actually sort of liked it. I was engulfed in him, his scent, his taste, his touch. 

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jeans. He must’ve felt it too because he pulled away, breaking our kiss. 

“I’m not answering it.” I shook my head, resting my head back against the mattress as I looked up to him. He moved to lay alongside me. I took his hand and laced our fingers together. “It’s just my dad.”

He nodded his head a little. He kept his eyes on me as I brushed my thumb over his knuckles. 

“You said earlier that what Medina said got you thinking.” I turned to face him, tucking one arm underneath my head. “Thinking about what?”

Jim was silent for a few moments. He rolled over on to his back to look at the ceiling. 

“I.... I overdosed before.” He explained quietly. He brought his hand up to rub his face. “I went straight back to using the second I got out of the hospital. I used whatever I could get my hands on. This time was different though. I... I didn’t use right away. It wasn’t until the other day when we were suppose to go surfing that I took anything. Medina thinks it’s because of you.”

“Do you think it’s because of me?” I sat up, brushing my hair over one shoulder, and turned to face him with my legs criss-crossed. He propped himself up on one elbow and half-ass shrugged his shoulders. 

“I mean.... I don’t know. I think you’re cute.”

My cheeks flushed. I looked down as I shyly smiled. 

“That’s not what I asked.” I shook my head a little, looking up at him through my lashes. “Jim, I-I’m glad I can do that for you, that I can help you stop taking whatever shit you were taking before. But I’m not enough. Medina said you need professional help.”

“Therapist.” He muttered, sitting up and moving to lean against the wall. This put space between us. 

“There’s nothing wrong with needing therapy, Jim.” I shook my head. “I had to go to therapy after my sister died.” Without even thinking, I rubbed the scar under my right collarbone. 

“What happened to her?” He asked softly. I looked down, blinking a few times as I tried to think of the best way to describe that night.

“We-We were out at a party. She had just turned twenty. It was.... It was three in the morning. I don’t know what happened.” I shook my head. I had never read the police reports or asked dad about what he learned. “I was on my phone in the passenger seat. Summer.... Summer was driving. When I looked up, there was someone in the road. She swerved to miss them and tipped the car over.” My voice cracked like I was going to cry but there were no tears in my eyes. I rubbed my thigh, remembering where I had seen the metal rod sticking through her leg. “She bled out before anyone could save her.” My fingers trembled as I reached up to brush my hair back. 

“That’s awful, Sonny. I’m so sorry.”

I gave him a forced smile and nodded my head.

“You’d think that after all I’ve been through, dad would take it easy on me. But he still gives me shit about every little thing I do.”

“At least your dad talks to you.” Jim muttered. “Mine won’t even answer the phone.”

I looked down at my hands. The ugly scar across my knuckles made my stomach churn.

“I know I’m not your dad and you’ve.... you’ve only known me a few days, but I’ll answer the phone when you call.” I met his gaze. The smile that crossed his lips made my heart race. 

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.” I nodded. “You’re cute too, by the way.”

His cheeks flushed and he rolled his eyes at me. 

#jim mason #it's missing Jim Mason hours #tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #jim mason x reader #i miss jim mason #series #solace series #queenxxxsupreme

[melanin-kingshit]

No BS

Plot: Chris is frustrated and you help him relax

Warnings: Language, Smut

Word Count: 3,253 enjoy 😉

You were downstairs working on a new project that you were just given. You had to design a logo and business cards for an upcoming stylist. She was very specific on what she wanted which made it fairly easier for you, after all working with your boyfriend on some of his projects also taught you a lot of patience when it came to stuff like this.

While you sketched out the picture you had in mind, your thoughts were immediately interrupted when your boyfriend of 3 years, Chris, stormed into the house huffing and slamming the door behind him, causing you to jump and mess up on your drawing. "FUCK!" He shouted, frustrated. He swung his fist, knocking over a glass vase you had sitting on the small table next to the sofa. You jumped up and immediately went over to get a broom to sweep up the broken glass.

He didn't even acknowledge your presence. He went straight upstairs to the room you two shared. Your eyes followed his movements, a bit concerned. Once you finally got all the glass off the floor, you slowly made your way upstairs to find Chris in the room you share, his shoes were separated on the floor as if he kicked them off. He was pacing around the room, picking up small things, like markers and little notepads, throwing them as if he were a pitcher. "Chris?" You questioned standing in the doorway, leaning with your arms crossed across your chest. He continued pacing as your eyes followed him. You took a step further into the bedroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He huffed before stopping in his tracks. He stormed up to you, his face hovered over yours.

"Remember that complete bullshit ass incident just to paint me as the bad guy?" He asked.

"Which one?"

"Exactly" He walks to the bed and sits down on the middle of it. "Now we gotta go legal and sue for defamation cause some chick said I raped her in Paris"

"This is annoying. I know baby." you sat down next to him. "But you gotta stop throwing shit" he shook his head and lied back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Annoying? Baby it's beyond that. Try being in my shoes and every time you do something good, something bad outweighs that because people wanna see you fail. Ever since 2009, I've been painted as this guy I know I'm not. I did my time for that incident and it's like people would rather see me dead. I'm sick and tired of it Y/n."

You sighed and laid back next to him, listening to him rant. "Why don't you take a break and separate yourself from the media for awhile?" He turned his head and looks at you. "Don't you think I've tried that. It doesn't matter my name is always dragged into some bullshit, and then when I respond trying to defend myself. They either never believe me, or they don't even fucking care. What I say no longer means anything and they'll take anything and run with it"

You saw and heard in his voice his genuine frustration for the situation. Over the years it's just gotten worse, and you felt bad for him. He knew you tried your best but it never seemed like it was enough for you. You peered over at him and watched as he clenched his jaws, visibly angry. You sighed and nodded. “After 9 years of this, you're still strong and all this washes over you like nothing happened. Eventually this will too."

He ran his hand down his face and shook his head. "Nah, because this time I'm actually suing someone. I can deal with the 'oh he threw my phone' 'he kicked me out and yelled at me' but this?? Framing me for rape? You've got to be fucking kidding me. I have a daughter, and you have all these tabloids eating this shit up, like it's the truth, I haven't been asked anything about this situation." You ran your hand up his shirt and began feeling around on his chest. "Well.... I know what can cheer you up" you smiled and sat yourself onto his lap, staring down at him. He put one of his hands on your hips and used the other to guide your face down to his. Smiling, you gave him a peck on his lips and pulled away. "Promise me you won't let this get to you?" He bit his lip and shrugged, you sighed and grabbed his face, leaning in to kiss him. This time he took it deeper than the last kiss.

You had your hands resting on his chest, while he had both of his on your ass. The kiss deepened and his slid his tongue on your bottom lip begging for entrance, you accepted and ran your fingers along the trim of his shirt, desperately wanting him to take it off. He obliged and immediately went back to kissing you and began trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck and often sucking a mark into your neck. Your hands roamed his chest as he found your sweet spot and nibbles into it. "Mmmmn" you whined and let out a small gasp when he bit down and left his mark. You could feel him smirk against your skin and move down to your collar and leave kisses there as well, while he began to move his hands causing there to be a bit of friction between you two, making him let out a small groan.

He was focused up until his phone began ringing, looking at the Caller ID he saw it was his lawyer, so he put his finger up to you and answered the it. You tried to continue to kiss him but he eventually pushed you off and went into another room to take the call else where. Pouting, you crossed your arms and sighed before jumping up and going in your drawer to change into a red lingerie set he bought for you a few months ago. You walked to the mirror and smiled, messing with your hair before jumping back in the bed. You watched the clock as five minutes pass and you hear Chris sigh and enter the room again, tossing his phone on the nightstand.

He looks up at you and smiles, his eyes scanning your body and admiring the view he had. You get up and walk towards him and grab his hand trying to get him back to the bed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling it anymore babe, he said it's all just bullshit and there's no point in me suing because she doesn't have anything that could be beneficial to me" you pushed him back into the door and ran your finger down his chest. "Look we can do this some other time okay? I'm just not feeling it right now" He looked down at you and moving your hand away, he knew you weren't one to give up. So you took it a step further and stepped close to him and brought your mouth to his neck and kissed it, slowly making your way down. As you kissed his neck you sucked a love bite right into his skin, he pushed you away once again and held his distance between you two.

"Babe, I said stop. I'm not in the mood anymore. Later okay? I promise" he held out his pinky to you and you shook your head and pushed his back against the wall and ran your fingers along the trim of his pants and you unbuttoned them, pulling them down to his ankles. Using both your hands you grabbed onto his briefs and tugged them down his legs. You bit down onto your lip, as you got down onto your knees and looked up at him. You grabbed his length with your hands and gave it a few slow, you watched as he bit his lip and ran his fingers through your hair.

You have him a seductive glare as your tongue barely licked the tip, teasing him further. Swirling your tongue around him, he began to get impatient "stop fucking playing y/n" you playfully rolled your eyes and gave in, slowly took him in as far as you could. He was well endowed. "....fuck baby" his hand tightened around your hair and you watched as he threw his head back against the wall. You bobbed your head, his hand helping you get to a pace that would send him over the edge. You loved hearing Chris moan, it was one of the best sounds you ever heard from him. You pulled away from him with a loud pop and you began jerking him off as his moans got louder. "fuck... fuck.. oh shit" It only encouraged you to keep going, he pushed himself away from the wall trying to get you to stop, but you pushed him back letting your hands trail up his abs and sucking harder. His mouth dropped open as you decided to take him all the way, and hold him there, after sitting there for a second you began to bob your head again but this time faster, while stroking the rest that wouldn't fit. You felt his legs jerk a bit, about to give in on him. Deciding enough was enough, you slowly pulled away from him as you let your teeth lightly graze the tip. You stood up and wiped your mouth, satisfied. "Bed... now" you smiled and walked over to the bed and laid down staring at him.

Hé climbed over you and your breathing hitched as he leaned down to kiss you. One of your hands went to caress his cheek, he slapped it away and shook his head. "Nah, you don't get to touch me, matter fact..." he reached over and opened your dresser and brought out the handcuffs you bought last weekend. He grabbed both your wrists and handcuffed them to the headboard. He laughed and smiled. "no tapping out when I get started, and no running" he leaned back in and immediately attached his lips to your neck and sucked harshly leaving you gasping. He smiled against your skin and let his fingers trail down to your chest. Attaching his fingers under the fabric, he ripped it off of your body and tossed it to the side of the bed. "Chriiiisss!!" You whined and pouted. "That was my favorite one!" He shrugged and lowered himself lower on the bed, you watched as his hands tucked themselves in the hem of your panties and pull them down your legs, you closed your legs to the sudden cold air you were exposed to. His maintained his eye contact as he spread your legs open and held his hands under the bend of your knees and pushed your legs up towards your chest. "Okay y/n you know the deal, don't try to push me away, cause it'll only get worse" you nodded frantically "okay daddy" he groaned at the name and dipped his head between your legs. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips open, licking his lips and gliding his tongue across your sensitive bud.

He waisted no time attaching his lips to your clit, tugging it slightly causing you to moan. "Mmmmn... fuck baby" you tugged at your restraints and writhed beneath his touch. He smirked and one of his hands went up to your chest and let his thumb glide around your nipple. He traced his name out with his tongue against your warmth, and dipped his tongue into your entrance. His eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together at how wet you were for him. Pushing your legs further apart he began thrusting his tongue in and out of you, making you bite down on your lip trying to get your hands out of the cuffs. He locked eyes with you while he flattened his tongue and guided it up and down your slit. Arching your back off the bed, your moans and pants filled the room, Chris encouraging you to be as loud as you want.

He took two of his fingers and slid them inside you, all while sliding his tongue continued thrusting, he made his fingers search around for your g-spot. "Uuhhhhn, oh FUCK" you howled out when he found it. He did a 'come hither' motion with his finger and curled them right into that spot. You felt the heat rising in your stomach, signaling your orgasm was near. "Ooooooo, YES, fuuuuuuck Chris Im c-cumming" you warned thinking he'd stop but he only fingered you harder. You screamed out his name and squirted, desperately trying to close your legs. He latched onto your clit and sucked harshly making slurping noises as he cleaned you up. Your body felt weak after that, and you weren't sure if your could go on anymore. He lifted his head up, and you looked at him while his lips and chin glistened, he brought himself back up and kissed you while spreading your legs apart once again.

He sat up on his knees and bit down on his lip, slowly stroking himself. He moved in closer to you and tapped himself against your clit causing you to moan and try to squeeze your legs closed. He did it a few more time before he pulled your hips close and up to his and buried himself deep inside you. "Oh god...." you breathed out and tried to scoot yourself away from him a bit. "I haven’t even started and you already running from me" he chuckled and used both his hands to hold your hips in place, as he teased as he started a slow grind into you and watched as your eyes fluttered closed. He continued this for a few moments until he pulled away and slammed himself back into your wetness, pausing to untie your hands, and you grabbing onto his sides. He began fucking you like it would be his last time. Pulling your hips to his to meet with every thrust. The feeling of fullness and the perfect stretch you’d been waiting for made you scream and yell every time he slid back in. "Uuuuhnn! Fuck. YES! C-Chriiissss" you whined as tears began to blur your vision. The house was silent and the room was filled with skin to skin contact and his low grunts and your loud moans.

He moved one of his hands from your hips and brought it up to your neck, as he started to go harder and digging deeper as if he was wanting you to squirt. He started swiveling his hips into yours, sending you over the edge. Your screams started to become less hearty and tears started sliding down your face as he added a little more pressure around your throat. "Come on... I know you wanna squirt for daddy" he leaned down and said in your ear, triggering what he wanted. No sooner than he said that, your body shook and your murmured curses under your breath as you squirted on his lower abdomen. You brought your hands to his hips and tried to push him away, he grabbed your wrist. "Stop running from this dick y/n" he had sweat trickling down his face and chest, he leaned into give you a much needed kiss, you whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, switching positions so you were now on top.

Biting down on your lip, your slid yourself back down onto his length, moaning in the process. He put his hands behind his head and watched you intensely as your hands rested on his chest and you began to slowly move your hips up and down. You cursed under your breath, and dig your fingers into his chest. "Nah, ou better take all this shit" he said pushing your hips all the way down to his, and leaving them there. You squealed and adjusted yourself, and began to ride him. His mouth dropped open when you started bouncing on his lap and swirling your hips around. You mentally applauded yourself for having him speechless. Normally it would be hard for you to even get your way. He sat up and brought his hands to your ass and squeezed, as you paused to sit on your knees leaning down to kiss his neck. You were now lying on top of him and bit down into his neck, twerking on his dick. You didn’t take it easy on him, you made sure every time your hips came down with a loud smack. "Fuck! Fuck! Damn baby" he moaned out and grabbed your hips, starting to slam your hips harder down onto his dick. Your moans were muffled since your face was buried in his neck.

He flipped you both over "Face down, ass up baby girl" you turned on your stomach, and arched your back the way he liked it and he slipped right back into you. Teasing you once again and giving you slow but hard strokes. You sighed and moved your hips back into his to meet his pace. His eyes closed in pure bliss as he grabbed your hips and started going harder. "Mmmmn, fasted daddy" your voice was hoarse from all the screaming you had been doing, but he obeyed and fucked you faster. He pounded into you harder, causing you to become mute. Once again silence filled the room as all can be heard was how wet your were. You reached your hand between your legs and rubbed yourself, trying to get your orgasm to come now. His hips began to stutter, as his thrusts became sloppy, signaling his was about to cum. You took this to your advantage and grabbed his hands and you began to throw your ass back against him. He let out a throaty moan and his eyebrows knitted together, legs becoming weak as you squeezed yourself around him. His eyes rolled back, and he pulled out of you, turning you on your back and burying himself deep in your and giving you a few more strokes making you and him cum at the same time. He panted and collapsed onto you, the bed basically soaked in your juices.

You brought your face to his and the two of you began a make out frenzy, feeling overstimulated he tried to wiggle himself out of you, but you locked him in place, locking your legs around his waist. He whimpered and shook his head. "baby please let me go" his voice raspy, you accidentally clenched around him and he hissed, and let out a drawn out moan. Moving away from you, and lying on his back next to you. "I hope I can get you mad more... the aggressive side of you is what I love in bed" you laughed and draped your leg over his, he chuckled and shook his head and yawned. "I love you baby" his sleepy voice took over and his eyes were heavy. He kissed the top of your head before his breathing starting to level out. "Thank you" you smiled and congratulated yourself "you’re welcome... knocked ya ass right out"

"Mmmmhmm" he groaned and stretched, wrapping his arms around you and drifting off to sleep, no longer letting this case hover over him.

[sunshinesdaydream]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

🎉Crashing the WIP Wednesday party!🎉

Pairing: Hardcase (My Beloved) x Reader (does not make an appearance in this preview) AU: @tcwmatchmakingau Rated: SFW Content Warnings: Mentions of ADHD and symptoms and things related How Hardcase got to Right To Love.

“Hardcase!” She said sharply. “You aren’t even paying attention!” He had spaced out again. While on holocall with Kia. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized. “Have you been chewing your shirt strings again?” She huffed. He looked down at his sweatshirt, new civilian style stuff. But had been printed with a logo one of the guys from the battalion had made for them. It was probably his favorite piece of civi clothing, much to Kia's disgust. But, yeah, he had been chewing on the strings. Kix had explained why he did stuff like that, but he didn’t really remember the details. Not that it would matter to Kia. “What are you, 5?” She asked. Absentminded he answered, “13,” “What?” She hissed. “13 standard” he answered, his mind automatically going down the spiral of 'Because of accelerated growth, mid 20's because the injections that fixed the accelerated growth made that variable... or something?' “You know what I meant,” Kia huffed. He looked up at the projection and wondered what he was doing. Appeasing her so he could keep pretending to be the person she wanted him to be. Without consideration he said, “I'm done,” “We are not done talking!” she demanded. “Not what I meant, but yeah that too. I'm done with whatever this is,” He responded. She shrieked in protest. And he shut the call off. He made his way back to the bunkroom and threw himself into his bunk, retrieving his data pad and headphones. Before he could disappear into music and drawing Fives appeared. “And how is the ever lovely Kia today?” Fives asked, batting his eyes dramatically. “Pissed off,” Hardcase said, trying to go back to his datapad. Fives snatched it out of his hands. “Fives, not now,” Hardcase said. “Kriff off, not now,” Fives said, passing the datapad back to Echo, who handed it to Jesse. “What happened?” “I got tired of trying to be someone I'm not for someone I don't really care about,” Hardcase huffed. “Can I please have my 'pad back?” “No way,” Jesse said, “we got tons more to talk about,” “Why were you doing it if you didn't care about her?” Fives demanded. Hardcase shrugged, “The thing to do, I guess. You guys are all happy with you are with and I just thought it was because I kark things up,” “That's different, we didn't pick up someone following us around 79's,” Fives pointed out. Hardcase being in a rare bad mood answered, “Well, I never have trouble picking someone up. Figured that's why you went,” A general insulted shout went through the group. “I have NEVER had a problem with the ladies,” Fives insisted. “No, he's right,” Tup, perched on his bunk over Hardcase's, “You do come on a bit too strong Fives,” “You too!” Fives asked, clutching his chest as if stabbed, “I'm wounded, how dare!” “Five's questionable flirting prowess aside,” Echo said. “That does not account for the pretty boy up there,” he gestured back to Tup. Considering that, Hardcase had to agree. Tup, between the long hair, somehow exceptionally thick eyelashes and general sweetness could take his pick of any room home if he wanted. “If I promise to go to the matchmaking service, will you please give me my datapad back?” And that's how, two days after their return to Coruscant, he was being marched into Right to Love.

Tagging ANYONE that wants to show what they are working on and please tag me in it so I can see what you are up to!

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