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Prompts rolling around in my head:

“I brought you here so you wouldn’t make a scene.”

“I’m definitely team werewolf.” “… well that’s awkward considering I’m a vampire.”

“That hit up against the glass was impressive.” “I can practice on you later if you’d like.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Is that a black eye?” “Yeah, guess I didn’t do the best with the cover up.” “Have you been trying to deal with this by yourself?”

Cora had returned to her dorm room after their session and she’d spread out her AP Lit class homework next to her AP Calculus class homework on her bed. The course load was crushing at times but she had to maintain her gpa if she wanted to keep her scholarship. Despite her mother being a Hawthorn and a legacy at Great Falls Academy, her family didn’t have Hawthorn money anymore. Cora’s mother, Julia, had fallen out of fashion with her grandfather after she had eloped with Cora’s father, Martin.

It hadn’t boiled down to status or name but it had boiled down to the fact that her mother hadn’t wanted a big flashy wedding. When her parents had eloped they had invited no one but her mother and father’s two best friends as witnesses. Cora’s grandfather was still bitter about it and, in his words, “if you can do without me at your wedding you can do without my money in your life.” Which seemed overly dramatic and petty if you asked Cora but if she knew anything it was that rich people loved being petty.

Cora tolerated Grant at the table because despite being a “pretentious cockwad”, as Mason had put it, he went out of his way to include Cora and her siblings in family activities. It would’ve been easy for him to treat them like pariahs but he didn’t.

Grant had been the one to approach her about her little “dungeons and dragons nerd club” back when they were freshmen and she had thought he was going to bully her relentlessly about it. Instead he’d seemed genuinely interested and he actually put forth a lot of effort into it. For all of the walls he put up, he did actually care about their group. Cora wouldn’t have been surprised if he showed up to every session unprepared - between lacrosse and studying it didn’t seem like he’d have much free time, but he always shown up prepared.

Cora was sifting through her AP lit homework. She had headphones in playing music from her iPod as she worked because her roommate, Cassie, was loudly bitching on her phone to a boyfriend or friend. Cora couldn’t be sure which and she didn’t really care to ask. It’s not that they didn’t get along, but they also weren’t friends. Cassie stayed out of Cora’s business so Cora stayed out of Cassie’s business. It worked for Cora because she had enough business to deal with.

She tapped absently against her notebook and pulled her phone out. She wondered who she could text about the AP lit homework, a Greek tragedy, Orpheus and Eurydice. KitKat would know but she was busy, Mason was more of a math guy, forget about Grant, and Sage was horrible at texting back. That left Opal. Cora clicked her tongue against her teeth while she thought about it. There was only one way to figure out how mad Opal was with her. She tapped out a text and hit send: “Why do you think Orpheus turned around?”

Cora went back to her homework, trying to puzzle out her own thoughts about it while she waited for Opal’s reply. Had it been an accident? Could Orpheus really have doubted Eurydice was following him? Cora thought that was stupid of him. Even if she hadn’t been following him the result would’ve been the same. Better that he had carried on and hoped she was because turning around meant she got drug back to the underworld.

While she was pondering it more Opal’s reply came:

“I think Hades tricked them.” Cora pressed her lips together and twiddled her thumbs over her keypad while she thought about how to reply but another text came through: “I think he tricked all of them into believing they were special.” Cora pretended not to know that this was more a reply about her because of what she’d included about Opal in their session. “Why even let them try then?”

Cora wrote out her answer in a long paragraph touching on all of the possibilities. Deciding that ultimately it wasn’t even about why he turned around, it was that he couldn’t escape his fate no more how hard he railed against it. Eurydice was doomed the moment she was taken to the Underworld. You couldn’t defy the gods and the tragedy of it was that was always going to be the ending.

Cora’s phone buzzed again “it was about power and control for Hades. He’s a god, that’s what they do. They’re cruel and mean.” Cora frowned at her phone and set it aside. It looked like Opal was going to be mad for at least a little while. But Cora knew if she pretended not to notice that eventually she’d get over it. Maybe one day Opal would realize she was just trying to help her address her shame in a safe environment with plausible deniability. It was just a game after all.

Cora picked up her phone again: “Thank you, see ya at KitKat’s play on Monday?” The reply came back a few minutes later: “yeah, see you then.” Satisfied with where she was at with her homework, Cora packed up her AP lit materials and pulled out her D&D notes and manuals. She had some more writing to do before their next session and she was determined to make it perfect.

#DIE: The Architect #there’s going to be time for polishing later #wip

Calla’s ears alerted to rustling behind them from the tree line where her children had just been moments before. She didn’t know what, she didn’t know who, but something was watching them. Her mind ran through the options as her senses flew back into overdrive. Toni could handle a small army of anything if it had been just her. The problem was it wasn’t just Toni, it was a very pregnant very powerless Calla and their two babies.

And even if Calla was desperate and had no other options she couldn’t shift into a wolf if she wanted to. At the beginning of this pregnancy, when she had known she was pregnant again, she’d asked Toni to put up a block in her mind that stopped her from accessing it. After losing two pregnancies it had become obvious to Calla that shifting into the dark shadowy wolf took too much from her unborn children. The powers she’d gained from pulling Rose’s soul back all those years ago were making their price known now. Mateo was a miracle, but Calla blamed herself for how small he was. She hadn’t known, how could she have known, but she still blamed herself none the less. Anytime he came down with even a small cold, she felt responsible.

Toni helped her work through the guilt, never blamed her for anything, and assured her he was thriving. The depression, the guilt, of losing two babies had sent Calla into a dark hole and Toni had had to pull her gently from it. With soft reassurance and affirmation, followed by firm and direct dismissal of blame and guilt. Like a gardener cultivating the flowers and banishing the weeds. It had taken a lot of time and a lot of love. She brought Calla back to herself bit by bit.

Which was why they were being extra careful this time around. Which was why the spell had been done to keep Calla disconnected from the wolf part of her. And now they might be in trouble and so many options to fight and escape were gone. Calla looked at Toni who picked up on the worry that had flashed back onto Calla’s face. “We have company. It could be nothing, but whatever or whoever it is is trying to go unnoticed.”

Calla motioned with her head to the tree line and Toni placed herself between her family and the unknown threat. Calla forced her face neutral and then into a smile for Mateo and Briar. “Ok, I need you both to listen to me. Stay behind Mama and I. If I tell you to close your eyes and cover your ears you do it ok? It’s going to be ok but you have to listen. Can you do that?” Both Mateo and Briar nodded and moved to hide behind Calla.

“It could be nothing.” Calla hoped, begged for it to be nothing. But if it was nothing then whoever it was would’ve already made themself known. Toni pressed her lips together and raised her hands. “Better to be prepared.”

Preemptively Calla shot off an SOS text to Rose with their location. Just in case it was more than they could handle. Her sister would drop everything to help, so long as the text went through. “Mommy, what’s going on?” Mateo tugged at her pants, sounding tiny and scared. “It’s ok baby, shh. It’s going to be ok.” Briar reached for her hand and Calla took it, trying to give her reassurance with a small squeeze.

Calla was listening for more movement, trying to pinpoint an exact location for the would be intruder. She heard bones and sinew snapping along with a very human grunt at the end. “Whoever it is is a wolf.” Calla relayed to Toni who was was scanning the tree line and before Calla could see who stepped out from the shadows she saw Toni’s whole body tense.

“Hello daughter.” Hearing that voice sent ice water through Calla‘s veins. The ground around her and the children erupted, engulfing the three of them in tree roots. Mateo and Briar clung tighter to Calla. It looked like Toni wasn’t taking any chances with her family now that she knew it was Calla and Rose’s mother, Maura, that had dropped in on them.

“Not a step closer.” Toni warned, her eyes flashing. The trees around them came alive and branches and vines snapped towards Maura, who had put her hands up to appear non threatening. “I didn’t come to talk to you, witch,” she said witch like a slur and that was enough to snap Calla out of her momentary shock. Calla felt a growl at the back of her throat.

“I came to warn my daughter and my grandchildren.” The vines wrapped around her wrists and ankles and held her tight. Calla’s mother seemed amused by the vines and chuckled. “I came to help you and this is how you’re repaying me?”

“Consider us warned about whatever it is you think can touch us.” Toni’s hand flexed and the vines wrapped themselves tighter around the woman. “And we don’t want or need your help.” Calla was relieved Toni was doing the talking. Her relationship with her mother was complicated at best and had been abusive at its very worst. Calla hadn’t spoken with her in years, probably decades. Her sudden appearance now was alarming. How long had she been watching them? And a warning? Maura was just as likely to harm them as anything else she could be warning them about. Whatever this was, Calla outright didn’t trust it.

“You should want my help,” Maura looked down at the vines and tugged at them, as if testing their strength. “especially after what you’ve done to my daughter. All that power and you’ve blocked her from it.” she tsked, as if disappointed. “You need everyone you can get. They’re coming for your children.” Calla instinctively held Briar and Mateo closer to her and she heard the roots around the three of them creak, as if Toni was trying to strengthen the spell around them.

The vines holding Maura back tightened more as Toni’s anger grew. “We don’t want or need your help.” Toni repeated, her tone staying even despite the anger Calla knew was simmering underneath. “Send them a warning from me.” the vines ensnaring Maura erupted into flames, causing her to shriek and bat at her limbs to keep the fire from spreading over the dress she had changed into after shifting. It would’ve amused Calla more to see her mother panicking if it weren’t for the position they were in.

Calla turned when she heard rustling from behind them, momentarily panicked thinking her mother had brought back up but she saw the white fur and relief flooded her system. “Rose, thank god.” her sister had gotten the SOS and she had brought backup, Hendrix was following up behind her but almost ran into her when Rose skidded to a halt upon seeing their mother. Calla didn’t need the telepathic bond to hear the “what the fuck?” loud and clear. Rose’s lips peeled back into a growl.

Maura had finished patting out the flames and hit them all with a scowl. “Oh good, my other ungrateful daughter is here. You’re going to regret this. You’re going to regret not taking my help. I could’ve torn you all apart but instead I came to you in a weakened form and you set me on fire. I should fucking kill you.” Maura shifted so fast the rest of them took a step back.

The cracking bone and sinew barely lasted 10 seconds all told. Maura shook out her fur and crouched. She ran her tongue across her teeth and growled at Toni. Rose and Hendrix twitched, ready to jump in but Toni dropped the root spell protecting Calla and the children and instead directed it around Maura as she readied herself to jump. Maura snapped at the roots with her teeth, gnawing at the roots trapping her. Toni sent one last spell towards the cage and Maura’s eyes clouded over with a white film. She snarled and growled, clearly frustrated because she could no longer see the roots in front of her. “Let’s go. It won’t last forever.” Toni pressed and motioned for Rose and Hendrix. She helped Briar and Mateo climb onto their backs and then helped Calla up before climbing up herself. The six of them escaped back into the woods. Rose and Hendrix taking more time than they normally would, careful not to injure their passengers. Calla had looked back more than once to make sure their mother wasn’t following them. With the imminent danger fading, she couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was coming for them and why on earth Maura had shown up to warn them in the first place. What her mother said nagged at the back of her mind “I could’ve torn you apart but instead I came to you in a weakened form.” Because she could have. So what was her angle?

#calla x toni #and #hendrix #rose #look i can't remember what their mom's name even was #I also don't remember specifics about everybody but such is my life #I promised dramatic next time so here's next time #also love letter to Toni and her powers ok

Sun was streaming through the trees into the small meadow all four of them we’re picnicking in. They’d stopped exploring and playing to eat and take in the rare warm bright spring day. Calla, Toni, five year old Mateo, and six year old Briar. Both preschoolers were rambling with each other and stealing each other’s fruit. “Hey, there’s enough for both of you. Share.” Calla pointed a finger and scolded them gently. She had her head resting in Toni’s lap and Toni was braiding her hair. They were about 5 seconds from a small fight breaking out.

Mateo was small for his age but strong with a fiery attitude that matched Calla’s. He was determined and Rose swore he stomped his foot the same way. Calla had when she was a child. “Bee, those are my strawberries, you don’t even like strawberries.” He complained, whipping a blueberry at Briar’s head.

Briar was all Toni - smart as a whip with a quick wit and the softest gentlest nature until her brother set her off. “Teo stop. Mama, tell him to stop.” Briar directed at Toni and shot her a pleading look. Calla tried not to laugh at it all and she could see a smile playing at her wife’s lips too. “Teo, stop throwing blueberries at your sister,” she gave him a look then raised an eyebrow slowly when he grabbed for a strawberry “that doesn’t mean throw strawberries at her either. No throwing fruit at your sister.”

Calla had not stopped obsessing over Toni when she was pregnant with Briar. If Toni so much as mentioned a craving, Calla came back with twenty different options for her. Toni had to tell her to tone it down, she was eating for two not twenty. And when Calla was pregnant with Mateo it was the same for Toni. She obsessed over her wife and they obsessed over baby Briar together.

It got a little dicey there with a baby under one and a pregnant Calla. To think Calla had originally tried to convince Toni that it’d be the most fun thing in the world to be pregnant together “because we do everything together!” but practicality had won out because Toni made a hell of a lot of sense, “Absolutely not. What if we go into labor at the same time? And the pregnant mood swings, no. Love, just no.” Thankfully Calla had listened to reason for once.

The two little ones stood up and moved to take off running in the meadow, before they could get far Calla sat up on her elbows. “Ah ah, kisses first.” She pointed to her cheeks and the two rushed over, giggling, and kissed either cheek leaving sticky residue from the fruit. Then they raced off chasing each other and yelling like children do.

As Calla sat up fully the braid fell out and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. She held her belly as she sat up, trying to get comfy again. She was pregnant with their third. “I didn’t miss feeling like I have to pee all of the time.” She joked and tried to position herself better so she could breathe. “And damn, I miss being able to breathe.”

Toni was watching their children and smiled at her protests. “You love being pregnant, you’re not fooling me Calla.” Toni dropped a kiss onto Calla’s shoulder and then let her chin rest where she’d placed the kiss. “But I’m sorry you’re dealing with the not so fun stuff too. You’re in the home stretch. One more month.” They were being extra careful this go around, the last two times after Calla had had Mateo hadn’t gone well and it had hurt both of them in ways that had been difficult to navigate. It was why there was a five year age gap between Mateo and this pregnancy.

Calla rested her head against Toni’s and rubbed her belly. She took as deep a breath as she could and looked back out at Mateo and Briar. They were taking turns crouching in the tall grass and then pouncing on each other, falling into a fit of giggles. She closed her eyes and bathed in the moment, feeling grateful for everything they had. When she opened her eyes she saw the kids running towards the tree line and she moved (not so gracefully but all the same) stand. Toni protested and said she would get them but Calla brushed her off. Both of them called out at the same time.

“Mateo!”

“Briar!”

Both the children stopped and Calla heard the tree above the kids crack and her heart leapt in her throat. “Toni, the tree.” and suddenly she was running towards her kids but they were across the meadow, too far. If only she could shift she could get there faster, if only she wasn’t so feebly human. But before she could spiral too far down that line of thought the branch that was the culprit of the cracking was being lifted off the tree and away from her children.

Calla didn’t have to look back to know it was Toni, her arms outstretched, working a bit of magic that was easy for her. Calla slowed until she was walking and finally she stopped to try and catch her breath. She was breathing erratically from the panic and from the running. She tried to call for the kids again but couldn’t muster the breath. Toni ran up next to her, calling for Briar and Mateo again. She put her hands on either side of Calla’s face. “Breathe, it’s ok. Just breathe. They’re safe. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Calla took deep breaths with Toni and tried to keep herself from crying. “Damn hormones, I’m sorry. I just, the tree, and the kids…” to Toni’s credit she didn’t make Calla feel like she was overreacting. She rode through the emotions with her and when the kids strolled back up to them, happy as clams, Calla pulled them both into a hug with her and Toni. She kissed the tops of their heads and then kissed Toni. “You two, you’ve gotta stay closer to us. You can’t just run off into the woods without us.” And she held onto all three of them. Maybe too tight. But this was her family, her whole heart. The thought of losing them tore her apart.

#calla x toni #i was about to make this so much more dramatic than i did but next time next time #here's some fluff #with allusion to drama

Cora rubbed the back of her neck and rolled her shoulders as she worked her way out of the tension from being Dungeon Master. Everyone else was getting up from the table after having picked up their dice and various character sheets. Mason was shooting daggers from his eyes at Grant.

It has been a particularly tense session between the two of them. Not that Grant picked up on much in the way of other’s feelings but he’d heard “You pretentious unimaginative cockwad,” loud and clear from Mason after Grant had made a decision resulting in almost total party annihilation. In her cousin’s defense, Cora could’ve given them a more forgiving scenario but actions and inactions had consequences.

“Are we all set for Thursday night for the next one?” Cora looked at Mason with a raised eyebrow then at Grant before Kathleen interjected. “Can’t that day, we have dress rehearsal for King Lear. You said you’d come to that. I haven’t forgotten.” an accusatory look followed the last bit and Cora felt some tension creep back into her neck.

“Right, sorry KitKat. And you’ve got shows all weekend. What about Monday, guys?” Cora looked next at Opal and Sage. Sage kind of shrugged and gave her a thumbs up. “Works for me.” He was always amicable to whatever the rest of the group wanted to do. Opal just nodded, lips pursed. She was also tense but for a different reason. There was barely contained anger flashing in her eyes at Cora. It felt undeserved, she’d only been trying to help Opal.

“Right, ok, Monday. See everyone then.” Cora started organizing her things on the table and stacking them neatly in piles. Making sure that when she needed them next they’d be easy to access. Once everything was safely tucked in her bag she looked around to see everyone else had already cleared out except to Mason.

“You let him get away with too much and it’s ruining the game, Cora.” He wasn’t mad but his tone was deflated. “Sage won’t say anything but he’s pissed about all of the bullying Grant does outside of our game and how he’s ruining what’s supposed to be fun.”

Cora pressed her lips together to keep herself from defending her cousin outright. Grant was a prick, an asshole, but he was still her family. Which was the only reason he was even at the table to begin with. “I understand, Mason. I let it get out of hand for a moment but I can’t counter every batshit insane thing he does on the fly. But have more faith in me, I’ll circle it back for the next session. No one died.”

Mason clicked his tongue against his teeth and then nodded slowly. “Fine, ok. I trust where you’ll lead us but please talk to Grant. This is supposed to be fun for all of us.” Cora nodded as she shouldered her bag. She went around the table and made sure all the chairs were pushed in. “I intend on keeping it fun for all of us. I could use you input on a couple of things for your rogue.” She raised an eyebrow at him and they walked out together, locking the door behind them.

Cora had a lot of work to do before their next session on Monday and not a lot of free time to pull it together. But she’d make it work, somehow.

#maybe gunna write the whole die one shot out with some background #maybe just going to have this here to remind me to do it #tbd #wip #DIE: The Architect

Jameson ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm something if he couldn’t calm his nerves. He had about five minutes to compose himself and think through what he was going to say, again, before Mica arrived. They’d been playing a game he was finding he was no longer fond of. She had shown up on his back patio two days prior. As a wolf. Scratches on her face, a panicked urgency in her eyes. He’d felt panicked himself when he’d seen her, his heart had jumped and he hadn’t hesitated when he’d shifted to join her. Lillian had been annoyed with him for that decision but he’d found that he no longer cared what annoyed her. Especially when he had pieced together what had set Mica off. He went through the calls and texts on his phone and found the picture Lillian had sent to Mica.

Jameson felt like he was only going to hurt Mica. That the fighting rings he was involved in, the lifestyle he led, it was dangerous for her. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to tease and flirt with and make Mica jealous. She’d been a willing participant in the game they were playing. Dancing with other men when he had been dancing with Lillian at the club. He’d met Mica in the middle of the dance floor after politely but forcibly motioning for the other guy out from behind her. When he’d slid his hands down to her waist he’d felt her body react to him and he felt himself instantly go hard when she’d rolled her hips into his. His body reacted to her so easy, everything about her sent him into a spiral. He felt her dig her nails into his neck and he groaned. Jameson’s vision had clouded over with pure want and need. He wanted it tug her closer, he wanted to take her to a back room and - and then she was pulling away and the spell broke for a moment. His head cleared just enough. But she smiled at him and was letting him know it was ok. That she felt it too. And then she was gone in a sea of people and he was still standing there, his nerves on fire. Lillian had found him like that and he’d let her lead him the rest of the night. He needed a distraction and Lillian offered that. It made him feel like shit but he didn’t dwell in it so much that it kept him from sleeping with her.

But he’d woken up and wished it had been Mica. And then the patio incident happened and he’d realized that what they’d been doing was hurting both of them. So there he was, opening the door to his home for her and still not sure how or what to say. He was rarely nervous but being honest like this with her was making his heart kick up faster than it normally did. So he jumped right into it.

“Mica, I-” he what? Wanted her to stay there and live with him while she figured things out. Wanted her to feel safe. Wanted her to feel like she had an anchor, some stability. Something she could hold onto when shifted into a wolf. But didn’t want her to feel like he was trying to take away her freedom. “I want to be honest with you.” Jameson pressed his lips together, trying to read her face before he continued. Mica seemed to turn in on herself at first, hugging her arms to herself like she was trying to protect herself from what he was going to say.

“I care about you and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He continued, steadily, trying to keep his tone even and calm. If he wasn’t careful the words were going to ratchet out too fast like his too anxious heart. Mica’s mouth started to turn down into a frown, thinking he was about to let her down easy and out of whatever flirtation they’d been having. “I want to stop pretending like I don’t have feelings for you.” Jameson swallowed and stayed rooted to the spot even though he wanted to step closer to her. He wanted to fold her into his arms and kiss her until her lips were raw. But he needed to wait for her reaction, to make sure it was what she wanted.

Seconds felt like an enternity until she seemed to release her arms around herself and breathe. “Oh, I thought..” she started timidly “I thought you were going to go in a different direction for a moment.” she looked up at him and crossed the distance between them to cup his face. He felt himself release a breath he’d been holding since the night they’d parted on the dance floor.

“Mica, I can’t stop thinking about you.” His words came out breathy and strained. His hands moved her hips and pulled her tight to him but she pressed gently against his chest. “I can’t stop thinking about you either, Will.” And suddenly she was getting on her knees and starting to undo the zipper on his jeans. He felt himself get instantly hard and strain against the fabric of his jeans until she had finally unzipped them. His breath caught “Mica, wait…” with his last bit of clarity he guided her up by her chin and turned her so she was facing away from him. He put his hand gently around her throat and nipped at her neck and shoulders. He pressed her into the wall in front of them and pushed himself against her. “I want to feel you so bad. I’m sorry it took me this long.” He heard her groan and felt her grind her hips back into him like she had at the club. “Will, please.” She whined and turned in his grasp to face him. She nipped at his ear and squirmed against him, pushing his boxers down to free his dick. “Fuck me.”

He pulled her pants down and helped her kick them off before hitching her leg over his hip and entering her in one thrust. They both groaned together and moved their hips in unison, frantically. All of the built up energy and tension between them culminating into soft groans. “Holy fuck” he panted against her ear and bit down gently again while he kept moving in and out of her. She had one had clutching at his bicep and the other in his hair at the back of his neck. She was tugging at it just enough that it made him completely unravel before he was ready to and he thrusted into her twice more before resting his head against her collarbone, panting.

“M’sorry.” He breathed, pulling himself out of her, realizing he’d come before she had. Her chest was moving up and down, trying to catch her breath. “It’s ok, it happens.” But she was smiling a lazy sort of smile at him. He pulled himself together and started to lift her shirt off of her. He began to kiss down her chest, biting at her breast before removing her bra too. He dropped down to his knees and buried his face in the wetness between her thighs. Her leg hitched up onto his shoulder and she pressed her back against the wall to push herself farther onto his mouth. She let out a little gasp and bit her lip “this more than makes up for it though” she was able to get out before a “fuckkk” caught in her throat as he flicked his tongue against her clit. He slid his fingers gently in and out of her as he took her clit between his lips. He listened to her moans to help guide him, applying more pressure intermittently. She rolled her hips against his mouth until she started to shake and finally release.

Jameson pulled back from her to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He stayed on his knees and helped guide her down into his arms until she was resting her head against his neck. Both of them clutching at each other in a heap on the ground. Spent but smiling, satisfied. “Wow.” Jameson let out between breaths which made Mica laugh and snuggle against him more. “Yeah, wow. Also, fuck.” She tilted her head to kiss his cheek.

#is this unhinged to post in the middle of a day?#is it unhinged to post 10 years later?#yes to all #but I want it somewhere other than the Google doc #does it need edits? yeah probably #mica x willie #2026 is going to be unhinged #micaela x Jameson