which occur often

also this is not the first time m. night shyamalan has been blatantly ableist towards people with mental illness, and disabilities.

in the sixth sense, it wasn’t directly related to any one mental illness but there was a preoccupation with psychiatric and mental illness and the ~creepiness of it all. in the opening scene, the main character, a psychiatrist, is assaulted in his own home by a previous patient.

in his film the village, there is a character who appears to have a very poorly represented form of autism, and he turns out to be a violent and a villain, and the “scariest” part of the movie.

in the visit, which was released last year, the film dramatized a psychological and neurological phenomenon called “sundowning” which occurs most often in elderly people, where dementia symptoms may be exacerbated by fall of night; the “monsters” in the film were in fact an older couple whose sundowning prompted them to become violent.

and now of course, there’s split, which unapologetically turns people with dissociative identity disorder into dangerous murderers. from the trailer, it also draws on any other “scary” mental illness or symptom to make it even more thrilling for neurotypical people.

m. night shyamalan is a persistent and blatant ableist. his films rely heavily on the stigmatized of mental illness, psychiatry, and disability. he profits off of the oppression of mentally ill people.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 37

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.4k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…

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Preferences: When He Has a Nightmare

Requested by Anon~ Enjoy!!

A/N: Crowley and Benny are included in this one. This is my first time writing for Benny, so I hope it’s okay!


Dean:

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You notice Dean stir in his sleep about an hour into research. He had fallen fast asleep, for he was just running on fumes, so his random pass out was warranted. Soon after he begins to stir, you notice him clench his eyes tighter and his fists ball together tightly. You gently stir him, cringing when you see his emerald eyes look at you with panic. 

“It’s okay, Dean. I’m here, it was just a dream”, you comfort him, placing soft kisses on his forehead. When he calms down enough, you both head to bed where you wrap your shorter arms around his taller frame. Dean thinks it’s humorous that you’re the big spoon, but he can’t resist how safe it makes him feel.


Sam:

Originally posted by jalove-wecallhimdean

It’s around 3:00 AM when you notice Sam tossing and turning. His face was contorted into a grimace as he tirelessly fidgeted in his sleep. You shook him awake softly and eyed him with worry when he shot his eyes open and took in deep breaths. You rested your head against his racing heart while your hands gently held onto his shaking ones. After you felt his heart rate slow, you motioned for him to lay back down with him facing away from you. You could almost sense his disappointment before your arms made their way around his huge frame. Sure, you weren’t usually the big spoon, but Sam loved the comfort of your body pressed against his. 


Cas:

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Normally, Cas wouldn’t sleep. But, when he was human for a brief time, he had to sleep. When he did sleep, it was riddled with hundreds of nightmares. When he awoke one night from an especially bad one, Cas reached over to you hesitantly. When you roused, you noticed the fear in his normally brave blue eyes. You let him relax in your arms as you held him, brushing through his brown locks with your fingers. When he was ready to sleep again, you lay behind him, snaking your arms around his tired figure. With the warmth and comfort your supplied him, Cas fell into a deep, peaceful sleep in a matter of seconds.


Crowley:

Originally posted by obsessed-with-misha-collins

Crowley had no need for sleep. Thus, he never had “nightmares”, but instead lived with the guilt of what he had done. One night, you noticed the absence of your boyfriend and got up to find him. When you did locate him, he was on his knees, pulling at his hair as tears leaked out of his eyes. You quickly knelt beside him, shushing him and cradling his head. These episodes occurred fairly often, but your comfort always seemed to calm him down. Eventually, you both made it back into your bed, where you wrapped your arms from behind him. He found peace from your tight embrace and the soft breaths you exhaled as you dozed off again.


Benny:

Originally posted by qveenofmoons

Because of Benny’s vampire status, he slept during the day. Even though you still slept at night, you would both cuddle for a couple hours while each other were sleeping. You noticed Benny clutch onto you harder as he grimaced in his sleep. You gently coaxed him awake, comfortingly running your hands along his face as he caught his breath. After reassuring him that it was just a dream and you were here, he calmed down enough to sleep again. He allowed you to be a big spoon (which didn’t occur often), basking in the warmth and security being in your arms brought him.

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Ex-Girlfriend Tag || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

Requests are currently [ CLOSED FOR CATCH-UP ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: i am a machine, it is 2am. i am sweating, help.




Sometimes, with two people, there’s a sense of chemistry that just can’t be explained in words. It’s something that only the people on the receiving end of the feeling can attempt to articulate, though, with you and Jack, you’d both failed to ever do so. It just felt so right when you were together, and it’d felt that way even before you started dating and used to go out on ironic ‘dates’ as friends, before you mutually began to wonder whether an actual relationship was the natural next step.

According to all of your friends, it’d been inevitable, at least in their eyes, that you’d start dating at some point. You spent so much time in each others company, constantly talking, even if you were on opposite sides of the world, which occurred more often than you’d like to admit, due to your jobs.

Whilst you were dating, it was amazing, you made some absolutely unforgettable memories that you’d hold close to your heart forever. You traveled together, held hands twenty-four-seven, experienced new cultures and went on adventures you could never imagine going on with anyone else but him.

But at some point, it was bound to all become too much, and it did, at one of the most crucial times in your relationship. You’d jetted off to LA together for an Instagram event, and after a small spat on the plane over something you couldn’t even recall at this point, the whole trip thus far had been filled with tension and uncomfortable silences.

You weren’t really sure how to approach the long needed conversation, having never really been involved in an argument to this extent with Jack, but decided, on the night you returned to your shared hotel room after an evening of avoiding each other in a room full of people who’d expected you both to be attached at the hip, as usual. In few words, you were done with the whole thing.

You ignore him as you walk into the room behind him, gently pushing the door closed and yet still wincing at the loud click, somehow still startled by it even though you knew it was coming. You walk into the main room, slipping off your uncomfortable shoes with a quiet sigh of relief before climbing onto the bed and sitting on your knees, looking down and fiddling with the duvet as you wait for Jack to walk out of the bathroom.

When he did walk into the room, frowning at you when he immediately met eyes with you, you inhale sharply. “I think we should talk.”

He nods, his features softening as he walks over, taking off his own shoes before throwing himself onto the bed, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you into a laying position, your head resting on your chest as you began to talk about everything that had gone on in those past seven days.

By the end of the night, you fell asleep in his arms for the first time in way too long, content with the idea of the two of you going back to the way things had been before the whole ‘dating’ thing had gone and complicated everything way more than necessary.

Three months later, you were still as close as you always had been, if not closer, and you found yourself cuddled up into his side, fiddling half-heartedly with the hem of his cotton shirt as you watched the movie that was being projected onto Joe’s living room wall, the guys surrounding you, popcorn being thrown in every direction with the occasional 'fucking shut up, you pricks’, from Joe whenever an exchange would get a little loud and begin to interrupt the intense scenes of the movie.

It was only when the movie ended and Jack snapped at one of the guys for hitting you in the eye accidentally with a piece of popcorn, did Josh pipe up. “Christ, can you imagine how dysfunctional an Ex-Girlfriend tag with you two would be?”

You furrow your brows, looking at them all in confusion as the majority of the boys all snort in amusement and nod, agreeing with what Josh was saying and deepening your confusion even further. “Dysfunctional how?”

“It just would be.” Josh shrugs, nodding toward the two of you. “Like, seriously, if a stranger was to walk in right now, they’d automatically assume you two were dating, no questions asked.”

You roll your eyes, looking up and Jack and freezing when you see him looking down at you with a plotting smirk on his lips. You groan, flinging your head in Josh’s direction and glaring knowing for a fact that one Jack had an idea in his head, he wouldn’t stop thinking (and pestering you,) about it, until it became reality.

And so, the next day, you found yourself sat on the end of his bed with a camera and multiple umbrella lights angled in your direction, smiling as Jack started the video in his usual fashion, waiting until he introduced you to say anything.

You introduce yourself, saying hello and then dived right into the video, answering the questions together and play fighting between each question, and eventually, you forgot the camera was even there and just acted as you would if it wasn’t there; happy, over the top, laugh as annoying as ever, and you didn’t care.

You ended the video with you sat behind Jack, your makeup smudged all over your face, making you look like you’d just spent two days at a rave, waving goodbye before tackling Jack to the ground and laughing hysterically when he reached out to grab onto one of the light stands instinctively but instead grabbed onto the leg of his desk chair and pulled it over onto himself by mistake.

Needless to say, when that video did eventually get uploaded, there was an influx of fans who speculated on the fact that it was strange that you two were too damn personal and touchy with each other, even after having broken up. And you agreed, to an extent, because even though exes could generally be civil, you knew deep down that you and Jack had somehow just bounced back to the way you had been before.

And maybe, that was just how your chemistry worked.

Dating Crowley

Requested by: @thefrozencoelacanth

-Hellhounds and Demons constantly looking after you

-The Winchesters calling you Crowlette

-Having to constantly move locations and hide for your safety

-Wearing Crowley’s custom made shirts

-Sitting on Crowley’s lap as he sits on the throne because he doesn’t want you to be too far away from him

-The demons having to follow your orders, which don’t occur often since you don’t always know how to phrase what you want

-Crowley constantly giving you small kisses, no matter what

-On your cheek

-On the lips

-On the side of your head

-The back of your ear

-Being treated with constant luxuries

-Fancy food

-The best clothes the world has to offer

-”I love you, darling.”

-”Good morning my Queen”

-”Good night my sweet.”

-Crowley trying his best to hide secrets from you

-The Winchesters and Castiel always trying to find out what Crowley does through you

-Him showing you all his powers

-Having an anti-possession tattoo because he wants you safe no matter what

-Him holding on tight to you as you both sleep

-Him wrapping you in his suit coat when you’re cold

-Overprotective Crowley

-Him constantly reminding you that he loves you

-Constantly saying that you will always love him

-Being Crowley’s only weakness

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“Insomnia” - One Shot

Where you just can’t fall asleep.

Rating: M (Smut)

It was insane. The fact that you were waking up, wide awake, at 3:42 in the morning after an incredibly long day with Harry, exploring his world and then coming home to a seriously long fucking session – here you are, wide awake.

           Tossing and turning, you turned to face him, and noticed his chest. The moonlight grazed over his big chest muscles, the blanket covering just a bit of his butterfly. He had a king sized bed, but still – the span of his body, and how he slept with all four limbs stretched out, made you giggle a bit.

           You wanted to wake him up, to talk to him, to quit being bored of scrolling through your phone and social media, three times over, but you knew that waking him probably wasn’t a good idea. Waking a sleeping baby is never a good idea.

           A thought crept into your head – and you had to shut it down immediately. It was too early into the relationship, and he shouldn’t know about your bad habits. About what you do when you can’t sleep, and to help you get back to sleep immediately if things like this occur, which was often. Maybe he should know, you thought. It’s only a matter of time before you’re waking him up with hickeys to his chest.

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Greg Geknu- Bugbear Paladin

The last primary character of our party, played by BirdCatcher from our current D&D campaign- Greg Geknu!

In our adventure ‘Grave of Man’ (viewable on Wanderbots’ Youtube channel) Greg Geknu is a jovial Bugbear Paladin. Quick to enter the fray and blessed with great strength, he often serves as the front-liner cleaving away our enemies.

There are hints that something is amiss about him- whenever he is knocked unconscious or near death (which also occurs often as he is the party’s shield) he switches betwixt two personalities. One sports a Russian accent and occasionally refers to himself as Dmitri and believes he is human, while the other is a gruff version of Greg who claims he was a leading member of a gang of monstrous brutes. His former gang boss- Orc/Ogre Gorlar, is the target of his Oath of Vengeance since he had sent Greg on a mission to kill a specific individual. This person may have been Dmitri, as Greg often says it was a 'suicide mission’ and both spirits seem to inhabit his Bugbear body. Until Gorlar is slain, perhaps neither will find peace.

I decided to paint my own rendition of Greg with his starting splint-mail armor and morning star. He likes to encourage his comrades and give them the 'thumbs up’ even in dire circumstances, so I put him in a cocky stance as undead close in!

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On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Demon!Calum AU

Summary: All you wanted was to make a deal and save your boyfriend, but there’s a lot more to your story then you know. He’s waited an eternity for you to find him, but now it may be too late. 

A/N: Contains some violence. Thanks for reading! 
-Bronte

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The sky was a brooding grey color and the wind howled as if telling you to turn back and not to follow through with your last ditch effort at saving the only person in the world that you truly loved. The gravel road crunched under your feet as you walked, gripping the small box that held all the items necessary to complete the ritual. Tonight would be the last night of your life, you assumed, as you buried the box beneath the earth there at the crossroads. You prayed that the legends were true and that these items would allow you to sell the only thing you had that was worth saving human life: your soul. You hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but this is what true love was all about right? Sacrificing all you had for the one you loved? There was no other way. It had to be done.

You and your boyfriend Trey had been together for four years and he was really your only lifeline to the world. Without him, you thought, life wouldn’t be worth living and so you convinced yourself that this was your only option if you wanted him to get better. He had been sick for a few months now and the doctors said he had mere weeks until the disease took him for good.

Begrudgingly, you got up from the ground and looked around for the creature you knew would be meeting you here shortly, shivering in the cold autumn wind.

Just as you thought that maybe this process really was an old wives tail, a raspy voice sounded from behind you, making you turn your head to find its speaker.

“Now what’s a healthy young girl like you doing at a crossroad?” The man was tall and much more handsome than you anticipated, with dark hair and tan skin complete with deep brown eyes and a pearly white smile.

“I’m here t-to make a deal.” You stuttered, practically trembling in your shoes.

“Well what can I get you beautiful? Eternal youth? A bigger house? A lover?” He smirked cheekily but your face remained set into a frown.

“My boyfriend’s dying. I want to save his life.”

His face fell for a brief moment, although he quickly regained composure and continued with his taunting. “Oh she’s the noble type?” He laughed, flashing you his white smile. “Well love, I can certainly save your boy for you, but it’s going to cost you.”

“I’ll give you anything.”

“Perfect. I’ll save your boyfriend and he’ll live a long and happy life. Unfortunately it won’t be with you though because I’ll be collecting your soul here shortly.”

“I’ve accepted that.” You chuckled halfheartedly.

“What? No begging? You could at least try and make this fun for me.”

“Could I at least see him one more time? You know, before you drag me to hell?” You cringed at the thought, but hoped that he would let you see your beloved boyfriend up and healthy again before you were gone from his life forever.

“Sure sweetheart, why not. So, I suppose that means your decision is final?” You could say he looked hopeful that you were willing to grant him your soul, and the thought made you cringe. But it was too late to pull back now. Trey needed you, and you were always one to help the ones you loved.

“It is.” You whispered, almost inaudibly, but the handsome demon grinned nonetheless.

“Then we’ll have to seal it with a kiss sweetheart. Don’t worry, it’s not cheating if you do it for the right reasons.” He wiggled his eyebrows and if the situation had been any less dire, you might have cracked a smile.

“Okay.” A single tear rolled down your cheek at the thought leaving Trey, but you wiped it from your face and stood tall as the demon boy loomed over you, his plump lips ghosting over your own. In one swift movement, he gripped the back on your neck and pulled you into him, crashing his lips with yours. The kiss didn’t feel supernatural, except for the fact that this boy was really great at it, but the idea that this single kiss was changing your life forever was almost too much to handle. With a loud sob, you pushed him away and he stumbled backwards slightly before touching his lips and furrowing his eyebrows together, but his confused expression vanished as soon as you noticed it.

“Well shall we go heal your boy or what?” His voice was shaky, much different from the cocky manner he had been exhibiting the entire night.

“Yes please.”

“My name’s Calum by the way.”

“Y/N.” You mumbled in reply as he took your hand, signifying that he would take you to see your boyfriend.

“Well Y/N, just close your eyes and we’ll be there in no time.”

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You wished you could take it all back. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid as to believe in true love and to believe that one selfless sacrifice would fix everything. But it was too late now.

Calum had taken you directly outside yours and Trey’s shared apartment where you had allowed him to come inside so that he could perform whatever it was he needed to so that the love of your life would be healed. But upon entering your home,  you hadn’t been met with your boyfriend’s smiling face welcoming you into his arms. Instead he had been out of breath and naked, lying beneath a beautiful bronze skinned woman who was equally as naked as he was. He barely even noticed you come in.

You didn’t even hear his words as he tried to apologize, mumbling some incoherent apology and that he had been meaning to tell you for awhile now. They had been planning to run away together before he had fallen ill, but since the diagnosis he saw no point in soiling your memory of him. But now, he was miraculously healed he said, as if the Lord himself had descended from the heavens and driven the sickness from his body. If only he knew that it was no act of God that had saved him, but the sale of your soul to a brown eyed demon that cured him.

You could barely stand. You could barely breath. You had sacrificed your life, your soul, for someone who had no intention to love you at all and now you would pay the price for your foolishness.

Calum guided you out of your old apartment, back into the night air.

“I’m sorry.” He said, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“What do you care? You harvested a soul either way.” You sobbed, the tears still streaming from your eyes like a floodgate had been opened.

“Betrayal is the ultimate sin where I’m from. There is no forgiveness for betrayal and I would not wish it upon anyone. Especially you. But what’s done is done and now I have to collect.” He spoke somberly and you closed your eyes,willing the tears to stop.

“I’m ready.”

He smirked. “Well sweetheart I actually have some good news for you.” He smiled but you stared at him blankly, forcing him to continue. “Lucky for you I don’t have to bring your soul to hell. Instead, you belong to me now.” He stepped closer to you, taking your chin in his hands and tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I don’t understand I thought you were just a crossroads demon?”

Calum lifted a piece of your hair out of the way and whispered in your ear. “See that’s where you’re wrong sweetheart. I’m much, much more than that.”

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There were a lot of things you wish you would’ve known before you had made that life altering deal with Calum and the fact that he was the right hand man to the devil himself was one of those things. Calum had explained that he was second in command, right under Lucifer, and that he controlled most of the demonic things that happened on earth.

“Lucifer controls hell, but I control the earthly domain.”

“So why were you sent to the crossroads that night? Isn’t that just dirty work for a big shot like you?” You rolled your eyes, not caring whether or not you pissed him off. What’s the worst thing that could happen right? He already owned your soul.

“That’s a conversation for another time, love.” And that’s the only answer you ever got from him. You asked him the question often, but he would always evade the answer telling you that he didn’t have to tell you anything or that all would reveal itself in time, but never a real answer no matter how many times you asked him.

In the weeks following, it was rare that Calum ever allowed you to leave his side. He only left you alone either to return to hell or to deal with a problem that he didn’t think concerned you-neither of which occurred often enough for you liking. He would leave you locked in his room of the small apartment he kept you in when he left, threatening you to stay put with eternal damnation or something similar. Though when he was around he tended to keep to himself, only ever talking to you when he was inquiring about what kind of food you wanted to eat or if you were comfortable enough. He was surprisingly kind for someone who was supposed to be second in command to a legion of demons, you thought, and you kept waiting for him to pull out a bunch of torture devices and do a number on you. But to your surprise, and also to your delight, he never did. Instead, he would cover you with an extra blanket when he thought you were cold, buy your favorite snacks from the store, and allow you to watch whatever you wanted on TV. There was something up and you just weren’t buying his nice guy act. He was a demon from hell for christ’s sake.
He had just come back to the small apartment he had for you and had just sat down onto the worn couch when he noticed you narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“What’s going on Calum?”

“I already told you, you belong to me and that’s all there is to it.” He sighed, his eyes never fully meeting yours.

You raised your voice at him. “No there has to be something else. You’re being too nice to me for someone who supposedly helps rule hell and happens to own my soul.” You shouted.

All of a sudden, Calum shot up, his arm extending and his hand reaching for your throat as his eyes melted into the soulless black that he had yet to show you. His face was a centimeter from yours, his expression hard as he shoved his body on top of yours and pushed you into the cushions. You had never seen his eyes turn black before and it absolutely terrified you. It reminded you that no matter how nice he may seem he would always be the demon that took your soul.

“Is this what you want? You want me to hurt you? To drag you to hell?” His voice was sinister, but with a hurt undertone, almost as if he were a broken hearted lover. “You would rather die and be tortured eternally than be with me? Is that what you want?” He growled, his black eyes raging and his hand tightening around your neck. 

“C-Cal p-please.” You choked, the air dissipating from your lungs as his grip grew even tighter. Your pleading eyes met his completely black ones, and as a single tear escaped from your eye he seemed to snap back to reality. His eyes turned back into the deep brown and his grip immediately loosened.

“I-I hurt you.” He stuttered, brows furrowing as deep purple fingerprints began to form on your delicate skin. “I’m never supposed to hurt you, that’s not how it works. I must be getting worse, I-I…” He muttered, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps back from you.

“What do you mean you’re not supposed to?” You asked, but he was too lost in thought to answer. “Calum just tell me-” He cut you off as he swooped back in towards your neck, his lips suckling on your now sensitive skin. He brushed his fingers over your jawline as the sucking turned into kisses. Immediately, the pain you had felt from his chokehold vanished, the bruises fading until, to your amazement, your skin turned back to its original color.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It’s not supposed to go like this. But I guess that’s why the heavens are against us right?” He chuckled.

“What do you mean heaven is against us?”

Calum smiled softly, gazing deep into your eyes as he stroked your bottom lip. “Oh my sweet, sweet, naive little girl. How innocent you’ve always been.” You laid your hand over his as he stroked your face, but you still couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Calum just help me understand. If I’m going to be bound to you eternally, you might as well let me know what’s going on.” You reasoned just as Calum’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a prolonged sight.

“Okay I’ll tell you everything. But no interruptions okay? I won’t be able to go on if you interrupt me.” You nodded your head in agreement and he began his story.

“You’ve heard the story of how demons were created right? Lucifer tried to rebel against God, so in return he kicked him and all his followers out of heaven to live eternally in hell and wreak havoc on the earth?” You nodded. “Well, he also decided to kick out those who couldn’t decide where their loyalties lay quick enough.” He grunted, and you almost said something before he continued. “Angels are supposed to love God and only God. We are not allowed to feel any other emotion with the exception of guardian angels to their assignments. For us, that’s where things went wrong. You were so beautiful and I just couldn’t help myself. Long story short, we fell in love, therefore breaking the only rule known to angels. We were able to keep it hidden on for awhile, but you can’t hide anything from God.” He sighed, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. 

“Wait me? What are you talking about I was never-”

“I said no interruptions darling.” He raised his eyebrows at you and you shut your mouth, hoping he would continue. “He didn’t want to punish you as harshly as the rest of us. You were a prize, even amongst angels and no one wanted to see you descend to hell. So while the rest of us fell from heaven, our wings ripped out or blackened, you were given a second chance. You were always hesitant about disobedience anyways, but some people are just made for each other.” He chuckled, moving a stray piece of hair from your face. “Fortunately for us, God does still have his moments. They don’t call him omnibenevolent for nothing. So he gave us a loophole. He would allow you to live as a human, reincarnated every so often, but without any of your memories of me or of heaven and I would be forced to live under Lucifer’s reign as a demon and watch you live your life without me.”

“How is that merciful?” You scoffed, but he only rolled his eyes.

“You really have a hard time not asking questions.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, and he grinned.

“The loophole is this. If ever you were to summon me and try and make a deal, then immediately your soul would be bound to mine again like it was before we were cast out.  However, in order for your memories to be returned you would have to willingly fall in love with me again.” He stared bashfully at the ground. He didn’t look like the type to ever be shy, but here he was with his cheeks bright red as he told you that you would have to love him in order to be set free.  

“So it’s all up to me then?” You whispered, shocked that there was a whole part of your life, or your many lives and existences, that had been kept hidden from you for so many years. 

“As it’s always been.”He smiled softly, looking at you like you were once again the angel he had fallen in love with up in heaven. And in his mind, you still were.

“And you’re telling me that in the millennium we’ve apparently been around this is the first time I’ve ever tried to make a deal with a demon?”

“You’ve always been pure like that. I guess that’s what the big man was counting on when he created the loop hole.” Calum scowled. “And of course you finally do and it’s to save another man. I’d kill him if I could for what he did to you, but I can’t say I’m not pleased you’re no longer attached to him.”

You had been trying to push the thought of your cheating scum of an ex-boyfriend to the back of your mind, but you had to admit the thought of his seemed so distant now that you knew the truth. “So if I fall in love with you again, then we both go back to heaven?” You inquired.

“I’m not sure really. I doubt either of us would ever be reinstated, but I do know that we could go free. I’m not sure what happens after that.” He scratched the back of his neck, and you could’ve sworn it wasn’t the first time you’d seen it. Like a flash of lightening, or something even quicker, a memory popped back into your head. He was perched on a branch in a fruit tree, offering you a ripe, round peach with a delicate smile, only this time he had  beautiful, white wings cascading from his shoulder blades and a golden halo hovering above his dark locks. He was stunning and as you took the fruit, he lifted his hand back to scratch his neck before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “I’ll love you for eternity my sweet, sweet angel.”

A loud knock on the apartment door pulled you from your thoughts, and as quickly as the memory had appeared, it was gone again. You looked to Calum and for the first time, you saw a glint of fear in his brown eyes.

“There’s one more thing.” His voice decreased into a whisper. “Your soul isn’t just a ticket for you and I to be free. Legend says that a pure angel who has walked the earth on her own will be the key for any demon to escape hell forever. A lot of people think that’s you which means…”

“That I’m essentially a get out of hell free card.” You finished for him. “Lovely.”

The knocks persisted, turning into heavy pounding before a sickly voice sounded from the other side.

“Calum I know you’re in there. Don’t be selfish boy, why don’t you help an old friend out.” The voice sent chills down your spine, like a cube of ice had been shoved down your shirt and was sliding down your skin.

“We have to run.” Calum sounded distressed as he took your hand and pulled you towards the fire escape in a haste.

“Who is that?” You whimpered as Calum pulled you behind him protectively, checking out the window to see if the coast was clear.

“That, my love, is Death. And it looks like he’s come for us after all.”

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Part 2

Masterlist 

Mon-El of Daxam - Hero's Journey to Valor - Part 2

You can see in the link below from the April Chris Wood interview in the Sci Fi Magazine that the producers wanted to give Mon-El a complete hero arch and this is why he started selfish and shallow.

https://emarasmoak.tumblr.com/post/160978755908/emarasmoak-agualuna29-source-scifi-magazine

We also know that the Supergirl Writers know about The Hero’s Journey (Monomyth) steps as described by John Campbell (it is specifically mentioned in the last conversation that Kara and Cat have in season 2).

Mon-El is following all 17 steps through his journey to Valor. I’m explaining how he does meet them pointing to specific scenes in the episodes. I have divided this in 3 posts and this is Part 2. It’s a long LONG post.

Link to my previous post (Part 1) here https://emarasmoak.tumblr.com/post/161035452713/mon-el-of-daxam-heros-journey-to-valor-part-1

As I said in my previous post, Mon-El completed the first phase, INITIATION in 2x09 when he said that he wanted to be a superhero. And finished the second phase, SEPARATION, when he selflessly accepted his metaphorical death for the greater good achieving what he promised: that he would help Supergirl keep the world spinning.

He will enter the third phase, RETURN (which is very exciting and fits perfectly with the theory that he will spend some time in the future with the Legion of Superheroes) in Season 3.

In Part 3 I will also make guesses about how Mon-El could achieve the remaining steps of this journey during season 3 for his rise to Valor. Honestly, I can’t wait to the rise of Valor and the Karamel reunion.

Keep on reading after the break.

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caress of steel

a suzumutsu mix by me and owaire

upside down & inside out by ok go | ugly by nicole dollaganger | a beginner’s to destroying to moon by foster the people | friends and family by river city extension | french exit by the antlers | bruises by chairlift | nwo by deep sea diver | twin size mattress by the front bottoms | restart by little daylight | let them in by pvris | ambiguity by shearwater | grow by rae morris | vampire’s kiss by john gold | twin heart by julia marcell

art by femsanlynn (thank you thank you thank you)

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Robin & Starfire

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Some late night sketching, reaching back to my younger years. I’m feeling pretty lost for multiple reasons lately, and am trying to get back in touch with things that made me excited and happy long ago. Therefore, I’m submerging myself into the Teen Titans series, where one of my mega OTPs originates from (even before I knew what an OTP was).

Feels good to be back in Titan’s Tower. I still swoon every time there’s a cute scene between these two, which will never occur often enough. I guess this is a slightly older version of them, considering Robin isn’t really taller than her in the series? Eh, whatevs. Time for bed!

About Killian Jones and the path he is on...

Just a friendly reminder in the face of all this Dark Hook nonsense circulating: A&E are still crafting Killian Jones’ ENTIRE ARC ON THE SHOW to perfectly fit the Hero’s Journey.

Not Villain Journey.

HERO JOURNEY.

Just take a look at the point our Captain is at in the established steps of the famous Hero’s Journey (or monomyth):

The Road of Trials

The road of trials is a series of tests that the person must undergo to begin the transformation to hero. Often the person fails one or more of these tests, which often occur in threes. 

Emma Swan inspired Killian to reject the darkness that he was living in as a villain and begin to reach for the light once more: 

  • Enchanted Forest: first meeting, willing to help her while he achieves his own goals, she betrays him, he switches back to bad side. Fails this test.
  • Storybrooke: arrives with Cora as villain, eventually aligns again with heroes. Given opportunity to escape adn save himself with a bean, starts to, has change of heart, returns to help. Passes trial.
  • Neverland: freely volunteers to sail heroes to his personal purgatory in an effort to aid Emma, upon arriving faces temptations and demons of past. Stays on path, helps them save Henry and Return. Pass.
  • Separation/New York: When cursed back to EF and away from the woman he has growing feelings for, Killian breaks free from group to cross realms and find Emma, reuniting her to her loved ones to save them all. Passedddddddd.
  • Storybrooke: Killian remains steadfastly by Emma’s side, helping to fight a Wicked Witch, even as she pushes him away. Passed.
  • Enchanted Forest: Killian follows Emma through the time portal back to the EF, and helps her to save her family and herself while asking for nothing in return. After, Emma reveals she returns his growing feelings. PASS TEST WITH FLYING COLORS.

(I’m working broadly here but you get the picture)

Which leads us to:

The Meeting with the Goddess

This is the point when the person experiences a love that has the power and significance of the all-powerful, all encompassing, unconditional love that a fortunate infant may experience with his mother. This is a very important step in the process and is often represented by the person finding the other person that he or she loves most completely.

I don’t even really need to delve into this one too much, do I? I MEAN REALLY.

Captain Swan falls in love. Everything is groovy. Lots of kissing and fuck yes.

But then the Darkness starts creeping back in. Rumple targets Emma, which after a series of dramatic events, leads to her taking in the Darkness. He works to save her. More drama. Killian faces death. Emma loves him too completely to let him go, so she “saves” him by tethering him to the one thing he’s fought to overcome his entire Hero Journey…

Hello Darkness, my old friend.

Woman as Temptress

In this step, the hero faces those temptations, often of a physical or pleasurable nature, that may lead him to abandon or stray from his quest, which does not necessarily have to be represented by a woman. Woman is a metaphor for the temptations of life, since the hero-knight was often tempted by lust from his spiritual journey.

Blah blah blah, Killian retastes Dark Power, gets hella drunk, and goes on a bender. Temptations left and right: revenge, magic, sassy quips to enemies, more revenge. He has power now and it feels real good.

And this is where we currently are on the show.

So let’s look at what is next in a Hero’s Journey and see if it fits to spoilers and such we may know, shall we?

First up:

Atonement with the Father

In this step the person must confront and be initiated by whatever holds the ultimate power in his life. In many myths and stories this is the father, or a father figure who has life and death power. This is the center point of the journey. All the previous steps have been moving into this place, all that follow will move out from it. Although this step is most frequently symbolized by an encounter with a male entity, it does not have to be a male; just someone or thing with incredible power.

So Killian is going to have to decide what he ultimately wants most in life: revenge or love? 

Ok. Cool. Much shock, definitely NO foreshadowing for that nope. 

Oh, what’s that? His ACTUAL FATHER will also be appearing in the episode this week? HOW CONVENIENT. 

*knowing look*

Now all the papa jazz leads to:

Apotheosis (Death)

When someone dies a physical death, or dies to the self to live in spirit, he moves beyond the pairs of opposites to a state of divine knowledge, love, compassion and bliss. A more mundane way of looking at this step is that it is a period of rest, peace and fulfillment before the hero begins the return.

Whoomp there it is. THE HERO MUST DIE. 

This means he will be granted *drumroll*

The Ultimate Boon

The ultimate boon is the achievement of the goal of the quest. It is what the person went on the journey to get. All the previous steps serve to prepare and purify the person for this step, since in many myths the boon is something transcendent like the elixir of life itself, or a plant that supplies immortality, or the holy grail.

Killian will destroy the darkness and save Emma. He will get his revenge and save the love of his life. He will achieve his ultimate goals. 

My personal feeling is then he will receive his “boon”, which I hope is confirmation of Emma being his True Love. (This would also kinda have a road of trials fit in the way of TLKs for them…they often come in threes and Captain Swan has two failed TLK tests. THIRD TIMES’S THE CHARM!)

So. There is is. Now given, the Hero’s Journey is wildly open to the author’s interpretation. Not all laid out steps must be used. But I just find it EXTREMELY fascinating just how perfectly our supposed Super Le Evil Captain Dark One’s story still aligns perfectly with it. 

TL;DR: KILLIAN JONES IS STILL A DAMN HERO.

Hope that maybe helped you feel a little better? Maybe? 

Body Mapping: What Is Your Acne Telling You?

Some of us struggle with not only acne on the face, but also on our body. If you struggle with break outs on the face and missed my previous post, go here!

Body mapping can be your key to unlock the mystery of why you’re breaking out where you are and how you can treat it. Just like the face, specific areas of the body are connected to other areas or organs. So, just like before, sit that beautiful booty down and we’ll discuss the Da Vinci Code of body acne!

Here are your “maps”:

**Disclaimer** I am not a medical professional. I am using my own personal experience and knowledge from studying to bring you this information. Before assuming any health issue, please know that there are exceptions to rules and speak with your doctor if you are concerned.

Area 1: Blood Sugar
Stomach acne is quite rare due to the fact that there are very little oil glands in this area of the body. When blemishes do flare up here, make sure you are wearing breathable clothing and check your sugar intake.

Area 2: Hygiene, STD, or Infection
We’ll just go ahead and get this one out of the way! Break outs in the private or pelvic region can be painful, irritating, and hard to get rid of due to body moisture. These are most likely caused by shaving or waxing. Personal hygiene can be the culprit, too (keep your cooka clean, girls!) If your symptoms don’t clear up within a week or you experience burning/itching, seek a physician’s advice.

Areas 3 & 4: Stress
Stress can cause our bodies to do some crazy things. Break outs on the shoulders is one symptom that you may need to take that day off you’ve been meaning to take. Try an at-home spa day, go get a mani/pedi, or (if you’re like me) unload that bag of bricks you have on your shoulder! Your purse may be causing irritation on your skin.

Area 5: Hormones
Yes, as if hormones didn’t already reek enough havoc on our bodies! Blemishes on your neck, much like the jaw area, can be a sign of haywire hormones. If it’s that time of the month, rest assured that it will go away in due time. Also, keep second+ day hair off the neck area as much as possible to decrease the chance of breaking out and keep sugar intake as low as possible.

Area 6: Digestion
If you’ve factored out any possible infections or allergies, break outs on the chest are most likely linked to your digestive system. Poor eating habits, spicy foods, too many alcoholic beverages, and bad dietary choices are all options here. Try cleansing your system with healthy eating habits (extra points for Green Tea consumption!).

Areas 7 & 8: Did You Take Your Vitamins?
Many people suffer from a skin condition called Keratosis Pilaris, or “chicken skin”, which occurs most often on the legs and back of the arms. You can treat this with regular exfoliation or a moisturizer that contains salicylic acid. If “chicken skin” isn’t the problem here, make sure you’re getting the recommended amount of vitamins and minerals from your diet and/or supplements.

Area 9 & 10: Allergic Reaction/Skin Irritation
Acne on your upper, lower, and inner thighs is most likely due to a reaction to the lotion, soap/shower gel, detergent, or fabric softener that you are using. You may also be reacting to your razor or wax. Remove possible factors of allergic reaction and try a body wash with glycolic acid (AHA) with a non-fragrant lotion.

Area 11 & 12: Nervous or Anxious?
This is the most common place for people to experience break outs on the body. Most often the causes are allergies, sweat, non-breathable clothing, hair product, or friction from your purse/backpack. If you rule out all of these possible causes, make sure you are getting enough shut-eye and try to relax.

Areas 13 & 14: Digestion (again?)
Yes, digestion, again. And how perfectly fitting for your rump area. Usually, if you’re breaking out here, it is caused by dirty underwear (keep your cooka clean, I say!), underwear that is too tight, dry skin, or digestive issues. If symptoms don’t clear up after wearing breathable clothing, keeping your undies clean, and moisturizing your skin, look at your dietary habits.

There you have it, beautiful! Next time you’re breaking out, have a look at your body map here or your handy-dandy face map here.

May the clear-skin gods be ever in your favor!

<3 Raychel

anonymous asked:

First: I thought the weed in that picture was kale chips ha. Okay. This probably isn't the question to be asking a person on the internet but therapist and other professional folks on my team have been going back n forth between bpd and npd for my diagnosis, and I'm confused bc they seen so different? Since you have a few cluster b things, I wanted your input? Sorry if this is weird :/

they do seem really different, which is why i was surprised when i got diagnosed with npd, but they’re actually quite similar. both disorders tend to focus on a preoccupation with how you’re perceived by others, accompanied by extreme reactions to being perceived in an undesirable way. both can experience shame and humiliation very intensely. also, low empathy is a key feature of npd which often also occurs in bpd. the symptoms overlap in the same way all personality disorders in a single cluster tend to do.

i should mention that according to wikipedia, up to 39% of people with bpd also have npd, so there’s more than an outside chance you’ve got some comorbidity going on. the high co-occurence rate might even be the reason why these professionals are taking their time with your diagnosis.

anyway, i find it offensive that you think i’d reblog pictures of kale chips. i’m literally not gwyneth paltrow so why would i do that

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve, who has ptsd, adopting a rabbit. The bunny always tries to comfort him when he has a panic attack or a bad day.

It could have been a dog. A golden or a lab or something that most people thought of when they thought of service animals, but Steve was sitting on the floor of the pound when he remembered Bucky shaking his head at him and calling him “a damned puppy, sometimes.”

“Do you have anything… smaller?” he asked the teenage girl who was helping him.

Two hours later, he came home with Apollo, a brown rabbit who cuddles with him every time Steve holds him.

Thor, naturally, is appalled at the creature’s name.

When he wakes up from the nightmares, which occur more often than he would like to admit, there’s a moment of silence, then a shuffling in Apollo’s cage. It’s like he knows, Steve thinks, and pulls himself out of bed in a cold sweat and holds the bunny against his chest until they’re both ready to sleep again.

misaki-na  asked:

Fukui, Wei Liu and Himuro have quarrelling with their gf (just because of stupid things) their gf almost crying and then end up by doing fluffy things for calm their gf~<3 Good luck with your blog! May god bless your blog!

Thank you for your kind words~ <3 I’m sorry that this is so late! <3 

Fukui: ”Kensuke, does my butt look big in this?”
“Yes.”
“Thank- Wait, what?”
“It looks huge. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.”

Fukui had been picking on you all day. Your boyfriend was always pretty cruel at times, and not just to you. He often made harsh comments on his captain’s appearance, and apparently convinced a foreign team mate that saying “Thee” and “Thou” was a new, “hip” way of speaking Japanese.

Did Fukui really love you, or did he just love making fun of you?

Naturally being an emotional person, your eyes began to well up. Thoughts bombarded your mind, looking back at the multiple times Fukui had picked on you.

“H-Hey, why’re you crying?” Your boyfriend asked with a frown, not at all realizing that your tears were his fault. “Stop.”

You shook your head, unable to stop the sudden tears escaping your eyes. Much to your total surprise, Fukui stood up in extreme alarm, quickly making his way over to you and pulling you into a hug. 

“S-Stop crying!” The male yelled in desperation, almost as if he couldn’t bear the sight of seeing you crying. “I’ll do what you like just please stop, you look fantastic, okay?”

Himuro: “____, I’m not cheating on you.” Your boyfriend stated firmly, holding your hands. “It’s not my fault that many people are attracted to me.”
“Can you not get any more vain?” You frowned, pulling away from Himuro.

The raven pursed his lips at that, going to hold your hands for the second time, only to be rejected again. 

“____, please, you’re being silly.” 
“I’m being silly?” You cried, ready to leave the room. “Do you know how hard it is to watch as countless girls ask for your number and openly flirt with you?” 
“Let’s just discuss this like adults.”
“No!”

Himuro sighed, watching you pack your things for the 4th time this week. 
“____, please.”
“I’m clearly not good enough for you, right?” You growled, going to open the door. 
“You’re beautiful, you know that.” Your boyfriend replied, making his way over to you with that heart-melting smile. “I’m not good enough for you.”

You froze as Himuro nuzzled your hair, caressing your cheek with one hand whilst wrapping the other around your waist. 
“Would you like a massage, _____~?”

You nodded.

Wei Liu: “____, I really don’t love you.”

You blinked, staring up at your tall boyfriend in horror. “W-What?”
“I don’t love you, ____.”
“What do you mean you don’t love me?” You muttered, backing away slightly. “W-Why are you saying this now?”

Your boyfriend stared at you in confusion, tilting his head slightly before going to hug you. You immediately backed away again, this time with tears in your eyes. 
“Why are you hugging me? You just told me that you don’t love me!”
“T-That’s what people do when they love each other…?”
“You just said you don’t love me, you bastard!” You screamed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What kind of sick joke is this?”

This little mishap was a perfect example of the mistakes which often occurred during relationships with a language barrier. Since Japanese wasn’t Wei Liu’s native language, he often made odd mistakes with his speaking. He had gotten confused with “Do” and “Don’t”, therefore confessed how much he didn’t love you.  

Thankfully, you realized the male’s mistake after the weeks he spent showering you in gifts and insisting that you were still his girlfriend. The two of you continued to joke about the mistake, often leading to the confusion of others when you and Wei Liu would be snuggling and telling each other how much you didn’t love one another. 

Jealousy Isn't Pretty

Requested by Anonymous

Tjeff getting jealous over the reader being catcalled?

“Hey there, sexy.“

You ignore the drunken man’s attempts at flirting.

All you want is to spend some time with your friends at the bar, not have to deal with someone like this.

Hey, sweetheart,” he calls again, whistling as you walk by to get to your friends.

You grit your teeth and keep going, till you hear the sound of fighting behind you.

It sounds like a regular fight, which occurred often in places like this, until you hear a familiar voice.

“Don’t even think about touching her. Got it?” Thomas warns, jabbing his finger in the man’s chest.

He quickly nods and turns around to down his beer.

Thomas stalks over to you, seething with anger and perhaps a hint of jealousy. He cups your cheeks in his hands and crashes his lips to yours.

Once he pulls away, the anger slowly subsides as he catches the genuine smile on your face.

“In my view, when you encounter men in combat and do not struggle to divide them as best you can, you commit a grave slight against yourself. You show yourself either as a coward, or without pity”

“Student: … if I were not afraid of boring you, I would gladly ask you another question.

Master: Please, ask me whatever you wish, you always have every liberty with me.

Student: That is all thanks to your grace. But since it pleases you, please explain to me the method and approach you must take to divide two people in combat, so that they cannot injure one another, while the person who separates them remains safe and secure.

At times I have seen someone attempt to separate, and not only were they unable to do anything, but they were badly wounded by those they tried to divide. Therefore I would like some method for such occasions, to accomplish it without danger. It seems a failing for a man of honour who wears a sword, while a combat takes place, not to seek to mitigate the harm as much as possible. I would not wish to commit such a failing, nor run into danger, as I said.

Master: This is truly a most noble question, both of a good Christian and of an honourable solider. As you said it is certainly a failing to have a sword but not to mitigate the harm than can arise in such instances. In my view, when you encounter men in combat and do not struggle to divide them as best you can, you commit a grave slight against yourself. You show yourself either as a coward, or without pity.

However this must be approached with judgement and impartially, both to keep yourself safe, and to avoid creating an opening for one of them to wound their opponent.

To briefly summarise, I will say that to separate a combat in earnest, that is where both parties wish to fight, one man will never be sufficient to separate them. Yet one man can definitely be more than sufficient to separate them.

I assure you that if you happen upon a combat with swords, and having one of your own you draw it and try to divide them, you will achieve nothing except to put yourself in danger, if they are intent to fight in earnest. So I say again that a simple and ordinary man, no matter how accomplished, will achieve little or nothing.

Student: What do you mean then, when you contradicted yourself, saying that one man was sufficient to divide them?

Master: I will continue to explain. I said that one man would never separate them, but I added a simple and ordinary man. However if a foremost gentleman, of authority, encounters this combat, he can easily divide them even with a sword alone. This depends on the quality of his personage, which both parties respect, therefore a man alone is sufficient to separate them.

I will further add that even if he is not a gentleman, is without authority, but is an intimate friend of both parties, he can risk separating them. As their common friend they should not attack him, while he can set about to break the blows of each, cool their ire with fine words, and separate them.

In these cases, it can be achieved by one man alone. But if the person to quell it is not someone of authority, or an intimate friend as we have said, in my view it can only be accomplished in one of two manners: alone, or with company.

Starting with the first, I say you should hold as a maxim, when alone, never to divide combats with arms similar to theirs, but only with more advantageous ones.

If the combat is with swords, you must use a spadone, or a halberd or other polearm. You must wield it with care and discretion, so you do not aggravate rather than divide them, which would happen if you aided or struck one of the parties.

You should have an eye only towards beating their weapons, and having set yourself in a good position at a good distance, you should courageously put yourself between them, moving your hands, and delivering blows towards one then the other, keeping them apart. In such a manner one man alone can separate them.

The other method is in company, when you do not have a long weapon or fork to divide the combat, and must wait for a companion arrive, with whom you can then divide them safely. But even while alone you can attempt to subdue the fracas as best you can, with words and with your sword in hand, parrying certain blows, but not diving between then, to remain safe.

This assumes one of the parties does not appear eager to be divided, which often occurs, in which case being alone is sufficient.

But if it happens otherwise, you should deflect blows and manoeuvre as I described until another of good heart arrives. At this point, in my view, in the same tempo and by common accord you should both move towards the sword-side of the fencer you wish to grasp, in order to separate them.

Parrying all of their blows, both of you continually remaining on the side of the sword they have in hand, along with fine words, you should progressively arrive at grasping their hilts, and ever with good words you should swiftly turn your sword-point towards that fencer’s enemy. With your friend doing likewise to the other party, you will securely divide them, without danger.”

Giovanni Battista Gaiani (1619)

Dersha Fiction: Skylines-Chapter 3

I can’t thank you all enough for your love on the last chapter! I’m really excited about the direction of this story and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Again, thank you! Xoxo Previous chapters: Click here.

I don’t own all of the characters used in this story. (Ahsha, Derek, and Jeeves all belong to James LaRosa)

Ahsha stared at the petite actress as she rushed to the Escalade still waving her hands. She was already on bad terms with Ahsha.

“Um, wait here,” Derek mumbled, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the truck. The children had stirred in the backseat.

“Mommy, who is that,” Harper asked, her eyes still half closed. The girl didn’t miss a thing and Ahsha had to think up a quick lie to throw her off.

“One of daddy’s co-workers. You two wait here while mommy goes to meet daddy’s friend. Okay?” Ahsha kept her eyes on the couple standing in front of the truck. It looked as though they were arguing which Ahsha did not want her children to witness. That’s when she decided to take matters into her own hands and be the bigger woman.

Aundrea peeked up through her bangs as Ahsha’s legs fell from the tall vehicle. As her heels touched the ground, Aundrea couldn’t help but notice the ex-dancer’s undeniable grace.  In Aundrea’s eyes, the woman was perfect. From her smooth mocha skin, to her nice physique even after two kids, to the way her hips swayed when she walked. The woman was a walking black Barbie and Aundrea instantly felt threatened.

“Hi, I’m Ahsha,” she greeted the intruder, holding her dainty hand out. Derek could detect the petty nature of Ahsha’s tone right away. What had he gotten himself into?

“Aundrea, Derek’s girlfriend,” Aundrea replied, placing a heavy emphasis on girlfriend.

Ahsha’s eyes widened as a charming smile spread across her face. “Nice to finally meet you. Derek, she’s beautiful.”

“Thanks. So you’re coming to drop the kids off,” Aundrea questioned, still getting a good look at her competition. Ahsha appeared to be sweet on the outside but Aundrea knew her type. This was the type of woman who was sneaky and played a good game.

“No sweetie…I’m coming here to stay,” Ahsha smiled. This wasn’t normally the way she worked because she liked taking the high road. But today, Miss Aundrea was testing her patience. When it came to her babies, Ahsha would go straight Mama Bear on anyone she felt was trying to threaten their well-being.

“Oh?” Aundrea’s gaze turned to Derek who was watching the scene unfold with his arms crossed.

“For her job,” Derek added. The tension between the three of them was definitely strong. Ahsha wasn’t backing down from Aundrea and Aundrea looked like she wanted to give her a fight too.

“That’s nice. Are those the kiddos in the truck,” Aundrea asked, standing on her tip toes to get a better look inside the Escalade. Jackson and Harper were staring back at her with confused expressions. “Hi, kids.” She began waving in their direction only to earn a frown from them in return.

“They don’t speak to strangers,” Ahsha said, her face suddenly wiped of the sarcastic smile. “Look Aundrea, I can see the game you’re playing. I don’t know what you have going on with Derek, but my kids will not be used as pawns for your relationship. This will be the first and last time I have this conversation with you. I’ll let Derek handle the rest. Nice meeting you.” With that, Ahsha sashayed back to the car where she waited.

When the truck door finally closed, Derek turned his attention back to Aundrea. “What the hell are you trying to achieve? I told you I didn’t want you meeting my children and you pop up anyway?”

“You didn’t tell me she was coming back,” Aundrea spat, pointing towards the truck.

“We’re not talking about Ahsha; I’m talking about you. My children aren’t some game, Drea. When I told you I didn’t want you meeting my kids yet, I meant that. So you popping up thinking it’s funny has really pissed me off. If you can’t deal with the fact that I have a family, then you can go. I’m too old for this childish foolishness and I refuse to drag my kids through it,” Derek declared, his voice firm. “Pull some shit like this again and I swear I will drop you like a bad habit.”

Aundrea’s eyes watered as she got scolded like a child. She wanted Derek’s heart all to herself and his children were a large barrier. Looking back towards the truck, she could see the smirk on Ahsha’s lips. That only made Aundrea’s blood boil and she needed to leave before she showed her true colors. The actress stomped off to her car and sped away.

Derek didn’t say a word when he returned to the car. The kids and Ahsha were staring back at him, waiting on him to at least invite them inside. With his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, Derek began unloading the car and taking the kids’ bags to the front door. There was something sexy about an angry Derek Roman. Ahsha quickly shook the thoughts out of her head and gathered the children so they could get inside the house.

After getting all their bags inside and helping the kids settle in their rooms, Ahsha decided to get a hotel and rent a car until she got herself settled in California. Her plan was to go condo shopping in the next week before her furniture and car were shipped from New York. Thankfully, she had an entire week off until she started her job. That meant she could spend more time with the kids and visit with her parents, which didn’t occur often enough.

“Jeeves cooked dinner if you wanted to stay awhile longer,” Derek said, peeking into his bedroom, where Ahsha was making calls.

Suddenly the moment felt way too intimate. Though this wasn’t the home they shared when they were married, the fact that they were alone in a bedroom made Ahsha feel some type of way.

“Uh, that’s okay. I’m sure the kids want to spend time alone with you,” Ahsha answered, still focused on her phone.

“Harper was begging for you to stay. She wanted me to come tell you that. That kid,” Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

Ahsha sighed, clearly still pissed off about what happened with Derek’s girlfriend. “Did the kids ask about what happened out there?”

“Jackson didn’t but of course Harper did. I’m sorry about that, she wasn’t supposed to be here,” Derek explained, joining Ahsha on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. “She can be…interesting.”

“Hmm. Well you might want to put a leash on her because she won-“

“Ahsha, I know how to take care of our kids. I know. I don’t need you to tell me how to handle her,” Derek interrupted.

The tension instantly filled the room.

“I’m just saying. They are already confused and I don’t need some woman making it worse. I haven’t even introduced them to my boyfriend.” Ahsha didn’t mean to blurt out the last part.

Derek’s attention quickly turned to her. Though he knew about the new man in her life, he acted oblivious. “Boyfriend?”

“Oh come on Derek. I know you’ve been snooping on my Instagram. You liked a picture from 47 weeks ago,” she replied, trying her best to hold back a laugh. Derek had clearly not learned a lesson in navigating old Instagram posts. You had to make sure your thumb stayed clear of the dangerous heart if you were going to instastalk.

Derek didn’t even try to deny his failed attempt of snooping on his ex. He was busted. Thankfully, Ahsha’s phone rang and he didn’t have to respond. Saved by the bell.

“I need to take this,” Ahsha said, standing to leave. She refused to answer Nate’s call with Derek breathing down her neck. Instead, she stepped out onto the second floor balcony for some privacy.

……….

At Dinner

Sitting at the table with their two children felt like old times. Jeeves had cooked them up a good soulfood meal to welcome Ahsha back to California. Soulfood had always been her favorite and Jeeves knew the way to a person’s stomach.

“As always, Jeeves knows how to throw down in the kitchen,” Ahsha hummed, chowing down on her candied yams.

“He never fails,” Derek added, gazing at his children. They were both eating as though they hadn’t eaten in days. Ahsha wasn’t much of a cook so the poor babies probably had to settle for the same meal every day.

“Dang Ahsh, did you feed them while you were in New York,” Derek joked, staring over at his soon to be ex-wife. Ahsha had taken her usual spot at the other head of the table.

“Yes, I did,” Ahsha laughed. “These little rugrats just can’t appreciate my cooking.”

“Jeeves is a lot better,” Harper giggled, her tiny hand barely fitting around the fork.

“So everyone’s just going to gang up on me? My feelings are hurt,” Ahsha replied, holding her chest and exaggerating her tone.

“Hey, I got a few good meals out of you,” Derek said. Ahsha’s head shot up and they locked eyes across the table. Derek couldn’t even describe the feeling but the electric pull was undeniable. He didn’t think he would ever feel this way about Ahsha again.

“Daddy do you love mommy still,” Harper asked innocently, looking back and forth between her parents. Her eyes held so much curiosity and sadness. All she wanted was for her parents to get along and be together. Being young made it hard to convey these thoughts out loud.

Derek and Ahsha continued staring at each other as Jackson finally peeked up from his food.

“I will always love your mother, Harper,” Derek spoke, his eyes still boring a hole through Ahsha’s soul. It was as if he was reading her mind.

Her thoughts suddenly felt invaded as he kept watching her. “We will love each other no matter what. Just like we love the both of you,” their mother promised, her eyes settled on Derek. “Right?”

“Right,” he murmured.

The moment lasted a few more seconds before Jeeves came into the dining area. “Are we done here,” he asked, standing in front of the long, oak table. “How was everything?”

“Great as usual. Thanks,” Ahsha complimented. “The kids literally inhaled it all.”

“I have to make sure my babies are fed,” Jeeves sang, collecting their dinner plates. “It’s nice to have you back, Mrs. Roman.”

“Aw, it’s nice to be back. Kids, what do you say to Jeeves for cooking you dinner?”

“Thank you,” Jackson and Harper said in unison, their smiles lighting up the entire room.

“You’re all very welcome. I’m going to get this mess cleaned up and I’m out of here, Mr. Roman,” Jeeves stated as he headed to the kitchen.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to come in tomorrow. Thanks!”

Full from their meal, the family sat and let their food digest. Derek thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Jackson.

“So what’s been going on with you in school, son,” Derek asked, trying to keep his tone calm. The bass in Derek’s voice could be very intimidating. Well, except to Ahsha.

“Nothing,” Jackson replied, hanging his head.

“Talk to me. This is your chance,” the father urged, placing his arms on the table and leaning forward.

Ahsha decided she would give the two their privacy and take Harper upstairs to bed. Maybe Jackson would open up to his father if they were alone.

“Come on Harper, let’s get you ready for bed,” Ahsha whispered to her youngest child, leading her towards the stairs.

Once Derek didn’t hear the clicking of Ahsha’s heels anymore, he continued the conversation with his son.

“What’s going on? You didn’t act out in school when you were here? You think because I wasn’t in New York that you could cut up,” Derek began. “Jackson, look at me.”

His son’s head slowly popped up until he was looking his father directly in the eye. “Kids are mean to me there.”

Derek was about to go on a tangent about words not putting a hickey on your head, but he decided to let Jackson vent. “Mean how?”

Jackson hated when his parents asked him to explain a situation he didn’t want to relive. “They talk about you and mama and how I’m the cause of the divorce.”

Like Ahsha, Derek instantly felt terrible. He knew the divorce was hard on the kids but he didn’t know it was this bad for Jackson. His son was a shell of his former self. Jackson was never the quiet type and suddenly he didn’t say much at all. Derek had to mend the relationship with his son and it needed to be done quickly.

“Those kids are cruel and don’t know what they’re talking about. Don’t you ever think me and your mother blame you for anything. Us not working out has nothing to do with you or your sister. Got that,” Derek explained, standing to his feet and walking to the other side of the table to join Jackson.

“Yes sir,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Now, I can’t let you play any sports this summer since you got in trouble but we can hang out starting tomorrow. How would you like going to the arena with me,” Derek asked, knowing that would bring a smile to Jackson’s face. “Just me and you.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” Jackson beamed.  It was the first time he had a genuine smile on his face in months.

……..

With it being late, Derek suggested that Ahsha just stay at the mansion for the night and leave for her hotel in the morning. The kids were sleeping comfortably in their rooms when Derek showed up in one of the guest rooms with extra pillows.

“I thought you would want a few extra,” Derek said to Ahsha as she set her bed up for the night.

“Thanks. These pillows in here are way too flat,” she replied, stacking the pillows against the headboard. “How’d your talk with Jackson go?”

“It went well. I know we still have a ways to go but I’m taking him to work with me tomorrow. I don’t know if you wanted me to take you to your hotel before going in.”

“That would be fine. My rental car should be ready by then,” Ahsha answered, still bent over the bed fixing her pillows. Derek couldn’t help his wandering eyes since Ahsha’s long, muscular legs were on full display.

“Okay. Again, I apologize about earlier. Aundrea was way out of line,” Derek repeated.

“It’s fine. The next time I will stuff my foot up her ass though.” Ahsha finally finished ruffling her pillows and turned to face Derek. Not noticing how close he was standing, Derek found himself inches away from Ahsha’s face.

Suddenly, their worlds stopped. The pent up sexual tension that they could both feel earlier was boiling over the edge now. Like old times, the smell of Derek’s cologne was intoxicating to Ahsha’s senses. The pout of Ahsha’s lips was tantalizing and Derek wanted a taste. And that’s just what he did. Moving in slowly, Derek’s lips grazed Ahsha’s before laying a firm kiss on them. That’s all it took before they attacked. Luckily, the bedroom door shut on its own because neither of them were checking to see if the children were up sneaking around.

Derek’s tongue teased her bottom lip begging for entrance. The former dancer gave in, melting into her ex’s touch. The couple quickly crashed down to the bed and began ripping their clothes off as if the garments were a disease. Ahsha moaned as Derek’s mouth left hers and began nipping at the tender flesh of her neck. Derek’s touch was always special. No man could ever touch her like that…ever.

Her dainty hands began exploring the planes and ripples of Derek’s muscles. Even in his 40’s, his body still resembled a Greek god. Ahsha’s finger tips grazed his hip as she reached for his hardened length. But Derek couldn’t wait anymore. With children in the house, they had no time to waste. In one swift movement, he was up in Ahsha’s gut. This was straight fucking. No love making, no sex, just fucking.

“Shit,” Ahsha moaned, her nails digging into Derek’s back.

“You like that,” Derek whispered in her ear as he began pumping into her wet heat.

“Yes,” she moaned. Ahsha could barely speak with Derek pumping into her so hard. This was the type of sex they had after they argued. It was hard, it was rough and they both loved it.

They were so in the moment, they didn’t even hear Harper knocking at the door.

“Mommy, are you okay in there? Can I come in,” Harper yelled, causing Derek and Ahsha to jump apart.

“Fuck,” Ahsha cursed, trying to quickly put on her clothes.

“Shit,” Derek added, pulling up his boxers and pajama pants.

Both of them were out of breath and honestly pissed off about not finishing what they had started. Things were definitely interesting now.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.