#i just woke up and realized i needed to write this before june hits
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Whats an aromantic flag and why you should include it in your pride posts
disclaimer: i know theres fighting every year about who should and shouldn’t be included in pride posts, this isn’t to argue with people who just hate aspec ppl, this is an informational post. don’t send me bullshit about it
Why should you include aro flags?
many people believe that aromanticism is covered under the asexual flag, so if they include that they’re including aros, however that’s not the case. aro and ace people share the aspec community, but one identity does not fall under the other. It’s less like using the trans flag as an umbrella for all trans and nonbinary people even if there’s a separate nonbinary flag, and more like using the transmasc pride flag to represent all transmascs and transfems. Aros are just not covered under the ace flag because both groups are separate identities. people can be aro and ace but not all aros are ace.
aro is also an incredibly important identity for a lot of people, something we take a lot of pride in. we get relegated to “minor or add on identity” all the time because people keep thinking of us as the -romantic version of asexual. we have multiple terms, multiple flags, and a huge array of different aro experiences, we are not a subset of asexuality and many of us wish for that to be more respected.
last on the reasons of why you should include aros in pride posts is that we have no larger umbrella flag, unless we’re counting the rainbow flag. the aro flag is the umbrella flag for arospec identities. if you don’t include it then we aren’t being included. and this isn’t me telling you you have to include an aro option for everything you make (tho that would be nice) ppl have the right to choose what flags they want to include. but theres been many times when i see people add flags representing all parts of the community except aro, and then add on smaller more niche flags. i don’t want this to come across as another post like “how dare you include X flag but not Y flag!!!” because i think everyone should have the joy of representation, i just think many people don’t realize they’re even leaving aros out. either through lack of awareness or lack of knowledge on what the aro flag actually is, and that’s what i wanna help with this post.
What even is the aro flag?
Let’s start with what it’s not:
[ID: a flag with four horizontal stripes. from the top down they are green, yellow, orange and black. End ID]
This was the first proposed aro flag. We do not use it anymore for a couple reasons, the main one is that it resembled another countries flag too closely and was getting confused. I’d think this one would have died out by now but i literally just saw a post include it today.
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. from top to bottom the colors are dark green, light green, yellow, grey, and black. End ID]
This was the second popular aro flag. It is very close to the main aro flag now except the middle stripe is yellow. That stripe was changed due to causing some people sensory problems. This one is sometimes still accidentally used, probably because it looks very close to the main flag, but it’s not the main aro flag either.
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. from top to bottom the colors are black, grey, white, light green, and dark green. End ID]
I’ve actually seen this flag used a lot by people not very knowledgeable about aros. This is a flipped version of the aro flag. I also for the life of me can’t find an example of this but i’ve seen more than once a version that is flipped and removes a stripe of green so it looks like a recolored ace flag. These are pretty common, enough for me to have seen multiple people selling merch with this incorrect flag. I think it comes from people thinking the aro flag is the same as the ace one which does start with black at the top and has only four stripes.
[ID: A flag with seven horizontal stripes. from top to bottom the colors are black, grey, white, green, white, grey, and black. End ID]
Yeah, this is the agender flag, not the aro flag. I see these get mixed up all the time. It’s not hard so see why with similar colors and a white grey black gradient, but as someone who is agender and aro, it kinda gets on my nerves when people mix these up. Also no this is not the same color palette as the aro flag. I’ve seen people make designs labeled as agender/aromantic that just use the agender color palette. The aro flag has two greens and they’re both different than the agender green.
[ID: Two flags next to each other. The first one has five horizontal stripes. from top to bottom the colors are orange, light orange, white, light blue, dark blue. The second flag has eight horizontal stripes. from top to bottom the colors are dark green, light green, white, grey, black, grey, white, and purple. End ID]
These are two common aroace flag designs. These flags are used by a lot of people and you might see them included in pride posts. These are good flags, however, they should not be used to represent all aros. Including an aroace flag does not mean you’re including all aros and all aces, it means you’re including just aroaces. There’s plenty of aros who aren’t ace and aces who aren’t aro. It’d be like putting a gay trans flag in a post and saying its there to represent all gay and all trans people, when the flag is usually used to represent only people who are both gay and trans. Again, these flags are not bad, and them being included in pride posts is good actually, but they should not be used to represent all aro and all ace people.
Now let’s go over what actually is the aro flag:
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors are dark green, light green, white, grey, and black. End ID]
This is the main aro flag. It’s the one most widely used and recognized. The color meanings are dark green and light green representing the spectrum of aro identities, white meaning friendship, and grey and black representing the spectrum of sexual identities in the aro community.
But wait there’s more!
The aro identity is a spectrum, meaning theres more identities under aromantic, and they have their own flags too. If you really wanna go wild and include some other aro flags heres some more. (this is not a full list of all arospec identities, just some i see around the most. feel free to look into more arospec identities and flags! also all of these definitions are coming from me and my personal knowledge of aro identities, i do not identify as any of these though, only as aromantic, so if i give the wrong definition please tell me so i can fix it!)
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors are dark green, light green, white, yellow, and dark yellow. End ID]
This is the alloaro flag. Alloaros are aros who aren’t ace. They deserve more support and attention because they’re really amazing members of the aro community.
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors are dark green, grey, white, grey, and dark green. End ID]
This is the greyromantic flag. Greyromantic means someone who feels romantic attraction rarely. The term greyromantic is also sometimes used to mean aro identities that still feel some form of romantic attraction.
[ID: A flag with four horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors are black, green, aqua, and grey. End ID]
the quoiromantic or WTFromantic flag. It means someone who can’t or doesn’t want to tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction basically. It’s got a special place in my heart bc i used to id as quoi.
[ID: A flag with five horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors are red orange, orange, yellow, white, and black. End ID]
This is the Lithromantic flag. Lithromantic means someone who feels romantic attraction but doesn’t want it reciprocated, or may no longer feel romantic attraction when it is reciprocated.
[ID: A flag with a black, sideways triangle on the left side pointing right and three horizontal stripes. The first stripe from the top is a thick white stripe, the next stripe is thin and dark green, and the bottom stripe is thick and grey. End ID]
The demiromantic flag. Someone who is demiro doesn’t feel romantic attraction until they have formed a deep emotional connection with someone.
And there’s many more arospec identities!
I hope i’ve helped to clear up some misconceptions about aros and our flags! We’re not under the ace umbrella, we’re our own community. We all have different experiences, different relationships to our identity, and I hope to see more people represent aros this year!
Have a happy pride month!
#aro#aromantic#lgbt#lgbtq#LGBTQIA#lgbtpride#lgbt+#pride#pride month#arospec#void screams#ace#asexual#hope this is an okay post#i just woke up and realized i needed to write this before june hits#long post
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-Little Crosby- |D. Cozens| [Part 5]
Part 5 is here! This part was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to see what you guys think! @prettyboycozens and I had so many ideas for this part and it was so much fun to write them! Enjoy!
“You-You came!” I stutter as he pulls away, finally catching my breath.
“You really think I would miss one of my girl’s biggest days?” He asks, his arms still wrapped around my waist, keeping me pressed against him.
“Hi Dylan.” Carter says, gently squeezing his arm as she walks past. He nods, glancing back at me.
“She’s doing okay? After everything?” Dylan asks, looking down at me as I rest my head against his chest. I nod, taking a deep breath to regain my composure.
“Glad to have you here. We would’ve missed you today.” Dad says, walking up and squeezing Dylan’s shoulder. Dad’s finally started to really warm up to the idea of Dylan being around. And while he hasn’t really been “around”, Dad and him have actually started texting and talking when I’m on the phone with Dylan every night. Usually I get Dylan for the majority of the night but Dad usually steals him from me for at least an hour. They talk hockey and all their boring guy stuff that I choose to not listen to.
“I’m glad I got to be here for my girl’s special day. But Avs, I wish I could stay longer. I have to be back tomorrow morning.” With that, my heart falls a little.
“So you’re only here for the night?” I ask, looking up at Dylan. He nods, leaning down to drop a kiss on my forehead. Dad ushers the rest of our family away and leaves Dylan and I to talk.
“I really need to spend some time with my girl though, so what do you say about heading home?” And head home we did. From the time we got home at 2:30 that afternoon to 5:30 in the morning when Dylan had to leave for the airport, I was attached to him. It was the shortest 15 hours of my life and I didn’t want it to end.
“Baby, I gotta get up.” Dylan whispers, gently pushing my hair out of my face. I sigh, realizing that my time with my boyfriend is coming to an end.
“I hate this just as much as you do. But it’s only a little longer. Just a couple more weeks.” Dylan says, letting me cuddle into his chest.
“Can you just hold me a little longer? I need something to hold me over till the draft.” He nods, his arms wrapping around me and lacing our fingers together. The next time Dylan and I would be together would be in June for the draft, a little over a month away. I had been away from him for longer before but getting him back, even for a little bit, would make me miss him more.
“You know you can call me, text me, anything, whenever. I’ll always answer. Well unless I’m busy but I’ll always make time for you, Sweetheart.” I nod, looking up at him. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“You’re beautiful.” Then he kisses my cheek.
“You’re smart.” He kisses my forehead.
“I’m in love with you.” And then, his lips ghost over mine.
“And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers against my lips. His hand cups my cheek and he kisses me. It’s soft, gentle and loving.
“You make me not want to leave.” He whispers against my lips. I sit up and look at him, admiring him lying there in my bed.
“I like seeing you lying in my bed.” I whisper, tracing my finger down his chest. He smirks as I trace the outline of his abs.
“I like lying in your bed. Especially when you’re there with me. But, on that note, I need to get going. My flight leaves in 2 hours.” He says, punctuating his sentence by kissing me. Again, I sigh and he untangles his body from mine. As I sit up in bed and pull my knees into my chest, he starts moving around the room and gathering up the few things he brought with him.
“Hey I’m leaving this here. I want it back when I pick you up from the airport in June. It’ll be like I’m there with you at night.” Dylan says, holding up one of his Lethbridge Hurricanes sweatshirts. I lay my head on my arms and watch him, smiling.
“We’re gonna be okay, Kid. It’s gonna be alright.” He says, bending down to look at me.
“Ava Grace, I love you.” He says, kissing me again. I run my hand through his hair before he stands up and gets his bag.
“I love you too, Dyl. See you in June.” I say, finally climbing out of bed and hugging him. He lifts me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist. After savoring having him close one last time before he leaves for the airport, he sets me down on the ground and kisses me one more time.
“The month is gonna fly by. Before you know it, I’ll get to kiss you again.” And those words were what kept me going for the whole month we were apart. Plus too many facetime calls and text messages. And finally, after way too long, I collided with Dylan in the middle of the airport.
“God, you guys must’ve missed each other or something.” Kirby says, from behind him. Carter coughs and Kirby’s eyes meet her’s. Dylan and I watch the exchange, his arm resting around my waist.
“Uh, hi...Carter.” Kirby says, looking at her. Neither Dylan or I had thought about the fact that Kirby and Carter hadn’t seen each other since they broke up. But I don’t go anywhere without Carter anymore and Kirby is being drafted too so we were bound to see him.
“Hey.” She says, running her hand through her hair and avoiding his eyes.
“So...Where’s the sweatshirt?” Dylan asks, looking down at me as we walk out of the airport, my duffel bag in Dylan’s hand.
“The sweatshirt is in the bag, and it doesn’t smell like you anymore so please fix that.” I say, looking up at him. He smiles and leans down to kiss my temple.
“I missed you, Baby.” He says, pulling me into his side as we head to the car. Even with the awkwardness of Carter and Kirby, it’s still the 4 of us. We’ve spent the last 2 years together and I was beyond thankful that what had happened between Kirby and Carter hadn’t changed our friendship.
The two days leading up to the draft were spent wandering around Vancouver, just Carter and I since the boys had interviews and meetings with important NHL people. But every night, Dylan came back to the hotel and me. We spent the nights watching movies, eating room service and cuddling. Carter and Kirby avoided each other at least the first day but then Kirby asked her to get coffee with him one morning and now I know they’re at least on talking terms.
As I roll over in the bed Dylan and I have shared for the last two nights, I get hit with the realization that today would decide Dylan and I’s future.
It was draft day, probably the biggest day of his life. He was hiding how nervous he was really well, all things considered. We knew he would get picked pretty high, hopefully within the first 10 picks but we had no idea when or where he would go. But before all the fun and excitement could begin, he and I were going to lunch with his parents and brothers. This would be my first time meeting his family in person, instead of just over the phone or on facetime. I was a little nervous but Dylan said they all loved me already. Carter had disappeared around 11 last night and wasn’t in her room, which was connected to our’s, when I woke up to check at 4 in the morning. She and Kirby had seen each other for the first time in months two days ago, and I almost wonder if she ended up in Kirby’s bed last night. I shrug off the blankets and get out of bed. I still needed to shower and get ready before we met up with Dylan’s family.
“Come back!” I hear Dylan whine from the other side of the bed as I walk towards the bathroom.
“I have to get ready. We can cuddle later.” I say as I twist my hair up and clip it back out of my face.
“But I wanna cuddle now.” He complains, tossing a pillow in my general direction. I shake my head and disappear back into the bathroom. As I finish getting ready to get in the shower, I hear him finally get out of bed and start moving around. Suddenly, right as I’m about to get in the shower, the door flies open.
“You didn’t kiss me good morning.” He says, crossing his arms and looking down at me. I clutch the towel I have wrapped around me a little tighter and rise up on my tiptoes to kiss him. As I pull away, I roll my eyes and nudge him back out of the bathroom.
“Get ready while I’m in the shower please?” I call as I drop my towel on the counter and step into the shower.
“Okay miss bossy!” Dylan yells back, earning himself a smirk and another eye roll.
“You’re lucky you’re cute!” He calls as I turn the water on. I shake my head and focus on showering.
It’s fun being with Dylan. This is the longest we’ve spent together since graduation in May and I’m enjoying every minute of my time with him before the chaos that will be when we head to Buffalo. We’ve also been talking about our future together a lot lately. And I really love the idea of a future with him. Living with him in the summers, finishing school and becoming a nurse, getting married one day in the future, having kids. It sounds like heaven and the future I want more than anything. I want it all with Dylan. As I think about what that future will hopefully be like, Carter bursts into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Ava!” She says, pushing herself up onto the counter.
“Hi? Where were you last night?” I ask as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
“I may have ended up running into Kirby in the hallway…” I raise my eyebrow, opening the curtain a little to stick my head out and look at her. From the grin covering her face, I assume things went well.
“So you slept in his room?” I ask, returning to my shower.
“Well, there wasn’t much sleeping…” She says, giggling. I groan and shut the shower off.
“Carter Marie, hand me my towel. I don’t wanna hear the details of your night adventures with Kirby.” I say, sticking my hand out of the shower. She laughs, hands it to me and starts to ramble on about his mouth and fingers. I pretend to gag as I wrap the towel around my body.
“Please for the love of God stop!” I shout, rushing out of the bathroom and away from her. Dylan looks up from where he’s sitting on our bed and raises an eyebrow.
“Do I even want to know?” He asks as Carter follows me out of the bathroom. She smirks and shakes her head.
“You two are going to lunch before the draft right?” Carter asks, flopping onto the bed behind Dylan as I dig through my suitcase for the black skirt and white long sleeve shirt that’s open in the back I packed to wear to lunch. Dylan was just wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, keeping it casual since it’s just his family.
“Yeah. We’ll be out till like 1:30ish and then come back here and start getting ready then and leave around 3ish to go to the arena.” Dylan answers. Carter nods, watching me attempt to get dressed without flashing her and Dylan.
“So we have to be ready by 2:45?” I ask, checking my outfit in the mirror. As I’m heading back into the bathroom to start doing my makeup and hair, there’s a knock on our door. As I start blow drying my hair, Kirby walks past and waves. The 3 of them spend the next 45 minutes hanging out while I get ready.
“Stop freaking out Ava. They’re gonna like you.” Kirby says as he and Carter walk with us down to the lobby of the hotel.
“You’ve already met all of them over the phone. What’s different now?” Carter asks, leaning against Kirby as we stand by the door. Dylan’s arm is around my waist and he seems to be thinking about something.
“Go have fun you two! Ava, you’ll be fine!” Carter calls as we head out to Dylan’s car.
“You seem so calm today. I’m the one freaking out. Or are you super nervous and just hiding it?” I ask as he opens the passenger side door for me.
“I honestly haven’t thought about it a lot today. I know I’m going 1st round and that’s all I care about. Plus you’re here, with me and honestly, that’s all I care about.” He says, smiling and leaning over to kiss me softly. My hand cups his cheek and as he pulls away, he smiles.
“I love you. But I’m still freaking out.” He rolls his eyes and starts the car. We’re going to a restaurant in downtown Vancouver, some place that Jack’s older brother recommended. It’s about a 20 minute drive from the hotel and Dylan’s hand doesn’t leave mine. We’re going through another phase where we have to constantly be touching each other. For me, it’s mostly just reassuring me that he’s actually there with me and it’s not all just my imagination. He just enjoys the fact that he can put his hands in places and get me to blush. Last night, while we were watching some show he had picked off of Netflix, he had stolen a kiss but just as quickly as he had pulled away, things heated back up. I ended up straddling him, my fingers in his hair and his hands resting dangerously close to my ass. I was willing to keep going with him but he stopped, looked at me and sighed.
“I want the first time with you to be perfect. You deserve it. But I wouldn’t mind making out with you a little more.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, the show on Netflix long forgotten.
“Ava and Dylan are here!” Luke yells, running towards the two of us as Dylan and I climb out of the car at the restaurant. He immediately hugs Dylan and then turns to me.
“She’s hot.” Luke says, looking over at Dylan. Dylan shoves his brother and smirks.
“I know she’s hot. She’s my girlfriend.” Dylan says as he takes my hand.
“Hi Mom, Dad. What’s up Connor?” Dylan says, hugging his parents and then dabbing his brother up.
“Hello Ava, nice to finally meet you in person!” Dylan’s mom says, reaching out and hugging me.
“Hi Mrs. Cozens! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She pulls back and looks at me.
“Sweetheart, you can call me Sue. You’re practically family anyways.” I smile and look back at Dylan who is grinning. I slide back over to his side and look up at him.
“I seriously love you so much.” He says, kissing the top of my head and following his parents into the restaurant. His brothers bombard me with questions the whole time, making sure my face does not fade from bright red. Dylan just laughs, occasionally defending me every once in a while. His parents are absolutely amazing and the sweetest people.
“You know, Ava, I’m a really good hugger. And cuddler.” Luke says, crossing his arms and looking over at me. Dylan coughs, choking on the drink of water he had just taken.
“Oh are you? Better than Dylan?” He nods, a smirk growing on his face. Dylan’s two little brothers look alike and both look like him. They’re obviously close and love each other a lot. Both of the younger boys look up to Dylan a lot, that’s obvious from some of the things they’ve said tonight while talking about the draft.
“I’m much better than Dylan. Plus I’ve got the muscles. Dyl doesn’t have that.” I laugh and smile, patting Dylan’s thigh.
“I might have to leave you for Luke, Honey.” Dylan pretends to be sad and everyone laughs. The rest of the time is spent laughing, joking and just getting to know each other. I love being with their family.
“See? I told you you had nothing to worry about.” Dylan says after we part ways with his family for the next few hours. It’s time to head back to the hotel to get ready for the draft and honestly, I’m getting more and more nervous for Dylan. He seems perfectly calm, cool and collected; just like he always is. Carter meets the two of us back at the hotel and helps me get ready. She picked out a navy blue wrap around dress with a lower cut in the front, and black heels. She manages to get my hair to hold curls for longer than 30 seconds and works her magic on my face.
“I swear, you’re a magician.” I say, glancing in the mirror as she stands behind me, smiling.
“No, you’re just that pretty.” She says, hugging my shoulders. Kirby, Dylan, Carter and I are all riding the NHL charter bus to the arena, since the boys both are being featured in some welcome to the NHL thing. Dylan keeps me by his side at all times, even during all the interviews and important things before the draft. But eventually, he gets pulled away and Carter swoops in to wander around with me.
“I know I’ve told you at least 10 times but you look hot.” Carter says, nudging me as we walk into the arena.
“Only because you’re my personal stylist.” I laugh, linking my arm through her’s. She flips her hair and we both laugh.
“Hey Ava, Carter.” Jack says, nodding at both of us as we walk past.
“Okay I know I’ve said this at least 10 times but he’s hot too. My God.” Carter whispers, watching Jack walk away. I roll my eyes and laugh. About 20 minutes later, Dylan and Kirby find us and take us to our seats for the night. Everything seems like a blur after that. The first 6 picks come and go and Dylan is still sitting next to me. His knee is shaking and I press my hand to it, causing him to freeze and look at me.
“You’re okay, Honey.” And as he looks at me, the definition of love in his eyes, the Sabres logo goes up on the screen.
“To announce our 7th overall pick, please welcome to the stage 1st overall pick in the 2005 draft and captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins, Sidney Crosby.” The Sabres’ GM announces. Dylan looks over at me, a confused look covering his face. Both his parents and his brother are whispering back and forth. The whole arena is buzzing, trying to figure out why Sidney Crosby, a Penguin, is announcing the Sabres’ draft pick.
“With the 7th overall pick, the Buffalo Sabres select from the Lethbridge Hurricanes, Dylan Cozens.” Dad says, smiling and stepping away from the podium. Dylan stands up, a huge grin across his face and pulls me in for a hug.
“Did you know about this?” He asks as he hugs me. I shake my head and bite back the urge to cry. As he hugs his parents, Dad happens to look up to where we’re sitting. I wave and blow him a kiss. I had no idea about him announcing Dylan’s draft pick but it makes me smile so hard. Dad really has accepted Dylan as part of our family and I know he loves the idea of Dylan and I having a future together.
“Did you know your dad was announcing Dylan’s pick?” Carter asks me, dragging Kirby behind her as we meet up after the draft.
“No! I didn’t even know Dad was coming up here!” I say, looking behind me as Dylan’s arms encircle my waist.
“Your dad is looking for you.” He says before kissing my cheek. I turn in his arms and slide my hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me.
“Congratulations, Baby.” I whisper, kissing him again. He still has a goofy grin plastered on his face as my dad suddenly appears next to us.
“Daddy! Why didn’t you tell me you were announcing his pick?” I ask, hugging him and then looking up at him.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. Congratulations, Dylan. You’re going to do great things in Buffalo.” Dad says, surprisingly hugging Dylan. I try to hide my surprise and cover my mouth. Dylan steps away from Dad and grins.
“Thank you, Sir. It means a lot, hearing you announce me being picked.” Dad smiles and then gets pulled away to either do an interview or talk to some important person. Dylan returns to me and I attach myself to his side.
“I’m proud of you.” I say, looking up at him. He smiles and traces circles on my back. Carter and Kirby are off, talking to Kirby’s parents. Kirby keeps glancing down at Carter who is talking animatedly to his mom and has this lovestruck grin on his face.
“Hey, I’m getting tired and I’m done with everything for the night. Ready to head back to the hotel? Our bed is calling my name.” Dylan says, pushing my hair behind my ear as he strokes my cheek. I nod, leaning into his hand. He interlaces our fingers and leads me out of the crowded room. The walk out to our car is short and the drive to the hotel only a few minutes but it feels like an eternity. Dylan and I have been around people all day and I’m ready for it to just be the two of us. He opens the passenger door for me, helping me out. He immediately pulls me to his side and we head into the hotel. Dylan’s hand rests dangerously low as we walk back into the hotel lobby. People keep coming up and congratulating him, which makes his smile grow every time. I’m so proud of him and I love seeing him this happy. But as his hands settled on my hips, tracing lazy circles, as we waited for the elevator, I start to think. The elevator doors open and he tugs me into the elevator, keeping me pressed up against him. He starts to kiss the side of my neck as I smile, thankful there’s no one else in the elevator but us. Carter and Kirby had disappeared not long after the draft ended, Dad had said hi to us then got on a flight to my grandparents. Dylan’s family had gone out to dinner with Kirby’s family so we had no responsibility and didn’t have to be anywhere.
“Did I tell you how good you looked tonight?” He whispers, his voice making me shiver.
“Y-You did.” I stutter, giving away what he was doing to me. As the elevator dings, meaning we arrived at our floor, he leaves me, leaning out the door to make sure no one is in the hallway. He then scoops me up and carries me to our door, only stopping to unlock the door. Dylan drops me on the bed and hovers over me, his biceps flexing as he holds himself up.
“Hi.” He says, smiling at me.
“Hi bub.” Our eyes lock and his flick down to my lips. He bites his and I sit up on my elbows and kiss him. His hands come up and cup my cheeks, deepening the kiss. I pull away, his hands still on my face and I smile.
“I wondered if you were feeling how I feel.” He says, stroking my cheek. I lay back down on the bed and he hovers above me.
“So is this how we’re celebrating?” I ask, looking up at him innocently. He looks up through his eye lashes, making sure the door to Carter’s room is shut, and then back down at me and nods. I pull my feet up under me as he steps back and shrugs off his jacket, loosening his tie and tossing it to the floor, then starting to unbutton his shirt. I watch him, untying the tie on my dress and letting it slowly fall off my body, keeping direct eye contact the whole time. Dylan smirks as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, moving towards me tilting my chin up to kiss me. He pulls away slowly and sits down on the bed next to me and I climb onto his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt his chin up to look at me. He kisses me and then slowly, I lay him down on the bed. His hands are on my hips, holding me close to him. I sit there, straddling him as his lips trail up and down my stomach. I grind my hips slowly against his as he moves us up the bed, one hand pressed into my back, keeping me on top of him, until he’s resting against the wall behind the bed. My hands, which had been pressed into his chest, are now pinned to the sides by his hips. His arms, strong and skillful on the ice, and his fingers, just the same, are even better in bed. He uses them to hold my hands down while he leaves marks in places only we can see. His name escapes my lips and my head falls back. Everything blurs as his hands explore more and soon, the few remaining clothes are scattered around the room and we’re both breathing hard. As I lay there, listening to his heartbeat and held close to his chest, the world seemed to stop. But not in the way you would think. It felt like everything fell away, that all that mattered was being here, with Dylan.
“I love you, you know that right?” I asked, looking up at him. His face is covered in a peaceful smile, a few strands of my hair twisted between his fingers.
“I know you love me. And you know what? I love you.” I smile, burying my face in his neck and closing my eyes.
“I’ve never doubted it.”
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the bachelorette chp 4, part 3: visiting jean’s mom
an: so, i decided i'd write the elimination in a separate chapter, one, just to mess with y'all and two, to give you time. i honestly think picking one of these three guys is really hard. obviously, i know who i want to win, but i look at the two other guys and i'm like 'oh, they would be good too!'. i like pulling at your heartstrings ;). i'll probably put together another q&a (depending on the numbers of questions i get) and once i do that, i'll wait for a day and then close the poll to start writing! anyways, let me stop sharing my thought process with yall and start your date with jean. link at the bottom!
tags: black, fem reader
tag list: @taybird
Bertholdt drove you back to the mansion and you texted Connie asking him to prepare something for you, Bertholdt. Jean and Connie to eat. And maybe a lil something for that brat Levi. Connie responded with an 'ok' and a smiley face.
The car ride home was silent. You felt awful for Bertholdt. You wondered how many silent post-hospital drives he's been through.
Once you got home, Bertholdt told you he wasn't very hungry and just wanted to lay down. You wanted to argue with him but Bertholdt needed space. You wish him good night before making your way to the kitchen.
Connie and Jean were chatting it up in the kitchen once you walked in. Connie was the one to announce your entrance. "Hey, y/n," he greets. Jean then turns around. "Hey, y/n. How is Bert holding up? I understand that visit was really hard."
"Thank you for asking, Jean. Bertie...well...he's just being human. His dad...it's really bad," you reply. You take a seat by Jean at the kitchen island. "The fact that he's been holding in for a while...it's crazy. I would have never thought he was in that situation. No wonder he was so stressed after that Porco got angry with him," Jean says. You raise an eyebrow at Jean. "Oh...after Porco got angry with him about you, Bert seemed sadder and more introverted than usual. He only really confided in Reiner, though," Jean explained.
"Ah, that makes sense. Poor Bertie."
Connie had made some garlic bread with ava ado toast and egg. You didn't expect that out of him but you all enjoyed it. You felt tired, so you told the guys you were ready to lay down. They wished you good night before diving into a conversation about...y'all i don't even know what men talk about 😐
The next morning, you woke up at the same time as you did for Connie's visit. Your final visit would be Jean's mom. She also lived far away from the mansion but Jean insisted that you could take your time. She would still be at her home. No nurses to rush you out or kids bugging their parents. You hoped this visit would be as peaceful as it sounded.
You were very hungry though. You didn't realize it last night about the whole Bertholdt thing and you only had those little stupid avocado things that Connie made. It was good but didn't feel you up. You decided you would take a bath and get ready for your visit later.
You crept downstairs, hoping not to wake anyone up. You didn't want Levi questioning you and you didn't want to stop and talk to the boys because you would probably have a day-long conversation and if that conversation was with Jean, you probably wouldn't see his mom.
You made a few turns and found yourself in the kitchen. And you weren't alone. Jean was leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping on some coffee that he had made. His eyebrows widened at your presence.
"Good morning," he greeted, "I didn't expect you to be up right now."
"Oh, I'm just hungry right now. Didn't eat much yesterday," you say. Jean places his coffee down on the table. "Would you like me to make you something?"
You were about to say yes but a greater idea came into mind. "Why don't we make something together? It would be fun and give you bonus points..." You wiggle your eyebrows when you say that last part. Jean let out a laugh. "Well, you're hungry and I can't let you starve. Us working together will make things faster...and those 'bonus points' would help a lot."
You walk towards Jean and his eyes remain on you. You find yourself wrapping his arms around his waist. It was just on-demand. Jean pulls you close and kisses your forehead. "What do you wanna make?"You think for a minute. "You know how to make (meal of your choice)?"
Whether Jean says yes or no is up to you. However, Jean is really good at following directions. If you need something, he'll get it. If you needed him to watch something, he watches it with intensity.
After a few minutes, the meal was ready and you both sat by the kitchen island and dug in. "I hope Connie doesn't wake up and butt into our breakfast," you joke. Jean let out a small laugh. "Connie's really nice. He hasn't shown me or anyone else any hostility during our time here."
"If you could say...who did you think was the worst person here?" you ask. Jean doesn't even have to wait to answer. "I'd have to Floch. Confidence is key but Floch just got disrespectful about it. Talking about how we should all go home and let him have you. And he was only here one night and everyone already had a bad vibe about him."
Your heart panged at that answer. "Thank you for telling me. I know everyone likes drama but Floch sounds...dangerous. I don't know what would have happened if he stayed." "Yeah, of course. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable," Jean said sheepishly. The discomfort must have been visible on your face. "No, don't apologize. I asked."
You continued to eat your breakfast and chat and hear about Jean's experience in the mansion so far.
After breakfast, you and Jean got ready for the day and finally decided to head out. Jean was starting his car when you decided to ask another question.
"I've never heard you talk about your dad. I've heard bits about your mom and you've mentioned her to the other guys but I never hear about your father. He isn't dead right? Is he sick? Like Bertholdt's?"
Jean is silent for a minute. "Oh...I don't really like talking about my dad, but you would have to know at some point."
"Oh, Jean...you don't have to. Don't worry about it."
He shakes his head. "It's fine. We were going to have this conversation pretty soon, so it doesn't matter."
Jean starts moving the car and when he's out on the road, he begins to talk.
"My dad has never been in my life. At this point, I don't know if he's dead or not. Sometimes I feel like he isn't my father. We did talk like once or twice when I was a kid and I was actually desperate to see him. But once I reached high school and started preparing for my adult life, I realized he wasn't worth it anymore. If my dad really wanted to be there for me, he would have reached out more often and let me know that things were hard on his end. I know everything I'm saying is being recorded and broadcasted, so if he ever sees me on TV, he can always hit me up. I just won't be naïve and stupid like I was the last time."
You immediately jump in after that last line. "Hey. You weren't naïve or stupid. He was stupid. You were a kid waiting on his dad. You had every right to wait for him, so don't insult yourself over him."
Deep down inside, you weren't sure if you wanted to meet Jean's dad...if he was alive. Jean didn't seem comfortable talking about him at all, so you shouldn't expect any visits or calls from that man. If you were to have kids and he popped up, that'd be hard to deal with. It would probably break Jean's heart to learn that his father would want to see his grandkids before even meeting the guy who helped make them.
Jean doesn't respond to what you said. Again, this was hard for him and he didn't even want to bring his father up in the first place, so you weren't upset.
You end up falling asleep in the car. Hours later, you wake up and Jean is parked in front of a bakery. He's on the phone. "Yeah, ma, we're here. Right in front of it, she's sleeping but we'll head inside....I miss you too...alright then, bye."
Jean hangs up and places the phone down. He jumps slightly when he realizes you're awake. "H-hey. I thought you were sleeping."
"Well, I was. Your mom is ready to see us?" You ask. "Yeah. She owns this bakery and decided to close completely today to meet you. I asked her if we could meet at home but she insisted that her bakery would be best. She's really proud of it," Jean explains. "Are we going to bake something?"
Jean laughs and shakes his head no. "Oh, no. My mom won't let you do any work in there, since you're a special guest. She put some things together if you want to eat something."
You imagined Jean's mother as someone who prioritized her future-in-law over her own son sometimes. It sounds overbearing but you thought this was a good thing. You wouldn't want an evil mother or father-in-law. If Jean were to cheat on you or hurt you, you knew she'd probably be on your side or hear both sides instead of immediately siding with her son.
You also wanted to assume that she was tough on Jean. Considering that she raised him herself, she had to do other things like work. To give herself some peace, she probably had a no-nonsense household- maybe why Jean was more like a puppy and wasn't as scandalous as the eliminated.
Jean got out of the car and helped you out. He didn't take your hand when directing you to the bakery but opened the door for you. Inside was a short, older woman, standing there with her hands clasped. The minute you stepped in, her excitement exploded. "Hi! Welcome! It's finally nice to meet you," she says. The older woman squeezes and you can't help but let out a chuckle...or a wheeze. "H-hey, mom. Maybe you should let her go," Jean steps in nervously. Jean's mom slowly lets go. "I'm sorry! I just got excited. Are you hungry?"
You shake your head. "No, Mrs. Kirstein. Jean actually helped me put together breakfast."
"Good, good. I'm glad he's being useful! And call me June. Come, sit, sit."
Jean's mom takes your hand and leads you to a small table and pulls open a chair for you. Jean quietly pulls a chair up by you. You start to worry about him because all the attention is on you, rather than the both of you.
"Can I get you something to drink?" June asks. "Some water would be nice," you answer. Your eye catches Jean's hand. You place your own on his and you feel him jump slightly. "Jean, would you like something too?"
"I-I'll take water too," Jean croaks. "Well, Jean, I'm sure you can serve yourself. I'm getting old, you know. Make sure you get a glass for y/n too."
Jean looks ready to argue back but he keeps his lips zipped. He carefully removes your hand from
his, gets up, and heads over to the back of the bakery.
You watch Jean do all of this and then finally turn away so that you can give June all your attention. "Please tell me he's been good to you," she starts. You weren't expecting this question but considers why she's asking. "Yes, Jean is...amazing. He's always coming to my defense. Which I shouldn't be surprised by, he is a lawyer."
June sighs in relief. "I hope he stays that way. He told you...about our situation right?" You nod. "It's unfortunate that his father did that to the both of you. If Jean does get married to me, I hope he doesn't pop out of anywhere. Jean's a good guy but I'm not too sure how he'll react to something like that." June let's our a small hum.
"Have you been watching the show?" you ask. "A little. I work, so it's hard to catch up on what's going on. Sometimes I'll read articles and Jean will text me to let me know if he didn't get eliminated. I was a little concerned about him doing the show because nothing is guaranteed."
"Hm...is he cocky about this whole thing? Does he really think he can get me?"
June thinks for a moment. "I can't say cocky but there's nothing wrong with a little confidence. Jean is handsome, he has a good job, he's smart- and he knows that. He believed those would be good reasons for you to like him. But...he does get bashful sometimes. He doesn't want all the attention on him and for people to view him in the wrong way. The fact that he had a mirror in his pocket on the first night was interesting to me. He's never done anything like that before."
You open your mouth but Jean enters once more. He places three water bottles on the table. "Sorry for taking too long. Ma, I'll replace the waters. Don't worry about it," he says. June shakes her head. "Don't worry about it, Jean. We have plenty of water."
"So, have you two discussed wedding plans? Anything for the future?" June suddenly asks. You look at Jean, who looks like his stomach was doing the chacha slide or sum. "M-mom-!"
"Well, we haven't reached that point because we don't know if he's staying or not but I'd like a really elegant wedding. I know we'll have a live-streamed wedding but I'd like to have a private wedding too. That would be nice right?" you cut in. Jean nods in agreement.
"What about kids? I read somewhere that you wanted a family," you tease. Jean's face reddened. "W-well...um...yeah...two would be nice. A girl and b-boy maybe?"
"See? We have a plan," you say with a wide smile. You could imagine Jean as a cautious dad but he still knew how to have fun with his kids. After long days at work, he'd cuddle with them and put them to sleep for you. When the kids are asleep, he'll check on you and make sure you had something to eat. He'd probably make sure to schedule regular date nights and family vacations. He'll have photos of you and the kids and maybe a few bandages in a wallet. Obviously, you would both be in the public eye once in a while but he would make things feel normal.
"I think you two would have beautiful kids. I do hope Jean gets picked. But your two other guys are good too. Bertholdt is absolutely adorable and Connie seems like he knows what he's doing. I don't know how you're ever going to choose. I can't imagine being your situation," June says.
"Wow, thanks for having my back mom," Jean says jokingly. "But if not me, pick Connie. He's a good person."
"Oh, Jean, don't do that to yourself. You're lovely." You cup his cheek and his reddened face returns.
Jean's mom starts talking about Jean when he was a kid- how he was such a big softie and a great helper, how he was popular in high school but still to himself, and all the girlfriends and boyfriends that she didn't like.
It was getting late. Jean's mom offered you her home but Jean stopped her before she could ask. You didn't question why he didn't want to stay at her home but still wondered why. You said your goodbyes, watched her lock the bakery, and drive off. Jean helps you into his car and gets into the drivers' seat.
"You know why she wanted to you go home with her?" he asks.
You shake your head no. "There's only one bed. A twin size bed," Jean says as he starts the car. You let out a chuckle. "Connie's parents tried that with us except Connie had a bigger bed."
Jean looks over at you. "Oh...I should have probably taken her offer."
"Connie and I didn't do anything that night...maybe you could give me a sample of what you can do. It'll help me decide."
Jean didn't hesitate to lean over and cup your cheek. He went in first. Jean was gentle and careful with your lips. You soon gave in and wrapped a hand on his wrist. When things started to get hot, you pulled away. "Didn't expect you to be that gentle...You really want me, huh?"
"Yeah," Jean says scratching his neck. "You're pretty rough... you have experience?"
Whether you say yes or no is up to you.
Jean smiles at your answer and starts driving. You try to fall asleep but it's so hard. All you can see is Bertholdt, Connie, and Jean at the next elimination. You wished Eren or Onyankopon did stupid stuff later on and were a part of the final three so that this could be easier.
Hours later, Jean reaches the mansion. He thinks you're still asleep. He doesn't want to wake you up. So what does he do? Jean opens the passenger door and scoops you up in his arms. Your heart jumps. You hope it's dark enough outside so that he can't see the small smile you're trying not to crack.
It doesn't Jean long to get to the door and ring the doorbell. He must be really strong. The door opens and he's greeted by Connie.
"You need help with that man?"
"Um...no...I think I'll get her up there. But you could get her purse from my car though. She'll probably wonder where that is."
Connie probably gave him a non-verbal response since there was just silence after that. Jean got you up the stairs and struggled with your bedroom door but he got in within ten minutes. Jean turns on your lights, places you on the bed, and removes your shoes. He steps away but you hear ripping sounds proceeding by scribbling. You can hear Jean turning off your lights and closing the door behind him as he leaves. Your eyes flick open and you wait a few moments. You turn on the light on your bed stand to see the note Jean wrote you.
'Wasn't sure what to do with your clothes. It's not my place to decide that- at least not yet. But I hope you slept comfortably.'
You smile softly at the note. It was definitely something he would say.
i use YOUR opinions to not only put together dates but to put together personalities. if y’all say you hate bertholdt, i’ll work my magic to mess with y’all :) anyways here’s the link! ask good questions. this is the last time you’ll see bertholdt, jean, OR connie. vote and ask wisely
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PR Stunt Gone Wrong - Chapter 8
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Summary: You are a fellow actress in the MCU, Bucky’s love interest. You met Seb during the CA: WS and you guys hit it off. Chemistry on and off the set, but never dated until after Infinity War. During filming of FATWS, the pandemic caused everything to shut down. Seb offered you to spend quarantine with him, but somewhere along the lines, things go wrong and Seb makes a PR decision.
A/N: I was going to to this in a Bucky story, but then I decided to keep it Seb. With everything going on with Seb over the last several months, I came up with this story in my head. Obviously a lot of this is made up, but it is using what we know Seb has been doing over the last several months.
Your grandfather passing hit you hard. You closed in on yourself and became almost numb. Seb was able to go with you to the cemetery this time, and held you as you watched your grandfather be buried. You decided not to stay with you mom this time and went straight back home to Seb’s apartment. When you got back you went and took a shower and climbed into bed and just stared at the ceiling.
Seb walked in to see if you were hungry, but you didn’t even answer. It was like you were in your own world, and that scared him. He thought leaving you alone for a little while would help, but when it was getting late and you hadn’t eaten, he became frustrated and felt helpless. He walked back into the bedroom, “Y/N, you have to eat something. I got you your favorite, please just eat something!” he begged.
You looked at him for a moment before resuming to stare at the ceiling. Seb sat next to you on the bed, sighing, “I know this has been a shitty month for you. I wish there was a way to make this all go away and for things to go back to normal. Just please don’t push me away. You have been so distant and quiet, and I...” he sighs again looking at you. You haven’t moved from your spot and continue to look up at the ceiling.
Seb leaves your food next to you before heading back downstairs. He doesn’t know how to make this better. He hates to see you like this and isn’t sure how long he can bear watching you like this. He knows that sounds selfish, but he just wants things back to normal. He sits at the counter and eats his food in silence, before walking into his office to write a little and speak to his agent about the upcoming months. He has a lot coming up and needs to make sure he has everything set and ready to go.
He gets a call from his PR agent to set up a Zoom meeting with a potential partner. He isn’t sure he wants to go ahead with the partnership, but he figures it wouldn’t hurt to talk. Once he is done with all his work, he heads back up to the room to see you curled in a ball on your side of the bed. He notices that you did eat, which makes him smile. He strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed, spooning you, kissing your shoulder. He smiles again when he feels you lean into him.
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Over the coming weeks you started to act more like yourself, which made Seb very happy. One morning in early June you woke up with your head on his chest. You slowly tried to peel yourself away but he tightened his hold. You looked at him and saw him looking at you with a sleepy smile, “Where you running to?” he asked in his sexy morning voice. You smile and lean back into him, “I was going to go to the bathroom and then make us some food,” you say and he wraps his arm around you.
“No, stay here. Let’s just stay here for awhile,” he says. You look at him and notice an unknown emotion behind his eyes. You noticed it’s been there ever since his Zoom meeting a few days ago. “Is everything okay? I feel like something is wrong,” you ask. He pulls you in and kisses you, “I just want to lay here with you,” he says before kissing you again. You smile and nuzzle into his chest, “I love you,” you say. You swear you feel him tense up at the words, but he kisses you on the head in response.
Over the next few weeks you notice Seb acting weird. He goes from being cold one minute to wanting to be in your arms the next. He starts picking fights with you at random, and you never understand what he is thinking. He also never tells you he loves you anymore. Whenever you say to him, he answers with a smile and kiss. You feel the being stuck in quarantine might finally be getting to him, but you honestly hope this passes, and soon.
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“I think I’m going to go to Spain next month,” he says nonchalantly one morning. You look up from the book that you are reading in shock. “Why?” you ask. He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean get out of here for awhile, see some people, and remember I said I was going to visit the kids,” he says. You put down your book and try to reign in on your emotions.
“Seb this is the absolute worst time to travel! In fact there are travel bans that stop people from the US going to Europe, and your going to go to Spain?” you say irritated. He is honestly not totally surprised by your response, “It’s for work, I wont be gone too long, you can come with me!” he says. You roll your eyes, “May I remind you I lost 2 family members to this shitty virus! Do you really think I am going to risk my life, as well as countless other people’s lives?” you ask.
Seb looks at you and realizes how stupid he is being. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I... I shouldn’t have even thought about it. I will cancel,” he says. You nod, but look at him unsure of how you are feeling toward him at this moment. He sighs defeatedly and walks over, squatting in front of you, “Forgive me? I wasn’t thinking. I just want things to be normal again, and I am sorry for being selfish,” he says brushing your hair back from your face.
It was honestly the first time he has touched you in a few days, so you melt into it. “Ok, I forgive you. I get it. I wish we could run away from here and go some place else, but not yet okay?” you say. He smiles and nods before walking into his office.
You watch him walk away and are not sure why you have this unsteady feeling in your gut. You feel like something is going to happen. Something bad.
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Chapter 7 / Chapter 9
What’s going on with Seb? Get ready for the angst train people!! Feedback is appreciated.
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➶ TXT’s Reaction to Seeing you Excited for Christmas Like a Little Kid
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Genre: 5 cups of snowflakes and fluff~!
Warnings: None~~
(omg, watch me post every day now for christmas ?? i haven’t been working on stuff because of assignments and stuff so i’m sad, i really wanted to write a lot for the holiday this year :(( but iss okay~! We have now and hopefully you guys will like it hehe)
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
. ⋅ ˚̣- Yeonjun:
*’. All year you had been begging to do so many fun activities with him for your first Christmas together as a couple
*’. Every time though, he would boop your adorable lil’ nose and say with a teasing tone, “just be patient and wait~!”
*’. But how could you be patient when the best time of the year was coming???
*’. Yeonjun knew how excited you were for this when you counted down the days starting from November, so he guessed he was really in for a ton of screaming when the first day of December came
*’. When the month of December finally arrived, you were on your toes for all of the holiday cheerings and greetings !
*’. It was just pure happiness wherever you went- you saw everyone with big smiles painted on their faces, little children running around the store to look for Santa, and especially the couples who gifted each other surprises every week
*’. Yeonjun woke up at 12am on Christmas morning because of how much you were screeching and screaming to the top of your lungs
*’. “Will you calm down for a second? We have the rest of the day to spend, but I need some sleep first.” “Jjunie, but it’s Christmas already! I just wanna-” chuuu <3
*’. When he saw the stars sparkle in your eyes, he couldn’t help but instantly pull you aside and gift you with some pretty early passionate kisses
*’. It was the least Yeonjun could do for you, really~! You’re his adowable, widdle baby of course hehe
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
. ⋅ ˚̣- Soobin:
*’. The Christmas Tree was exceptionally stunning this year ! With all of its gleaming ornaments that hadn’t broken down from the past few years, it wasn’t that hard to believe
*’. It honestly was quite a journey to get the tree inside of the house, but luckily both you and Soobin were able to scuffle enough with the struggle to decorate it from home
*’. Seeing how you happily placed ornament after ornament on the pine tree warmed his heart
*’. “Soobders! Doesn’t this one look so pretty?! I think we should shop for more so that I know which ones you really like.”
*’. He absolutely couldn’t say no, okay…
*’. “Ai, love. You’re the prettier one here, be quiet.”
*’. It seemed that you didn’t hear him as you gazed in wonder at your favorite one- his heart was going crazy because of it
*’. Poor him, he couldn’t concentrate on getting the task done since you were so alluring under the Christmas lights hehe
*’. And poor you, didn’t know what kind of effect you had on Soobders here !!
*’. Needless to say, you didn’t get finished decorating the Christmas tree :// but no need to worry, you couldn’t complain because Soobin flung you over his shoulder to have some cuddly times <3
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
. ⋅ ˚̣- Beomgyu:
*’. Voila! You stared at yourself in the mirror with satisfaction, adoring how gorgeous you were in your favorite winter outfit
*’. It was actually for a party, you never dressed up quite this much unless there was an important occasion.
*’. Excitement brought itself up from your jumping feet to your trembling arms… in complete realization that it was just a few hours 'till Christmas morning and you’ll definitely be the happiest person ever !
*’. Beomgyu saw how happy you were dancing around in the mirror, and just had to stop his movements- only to stare and coo at you from behind
*’. He truly couldn’t resist giving you a gift from how thrilled you were in front of him
*’. “Princess! I brought you something!”
*’. You immediately looked behind you once you heard the word ‘princess’ to see him rummage under the pocket of his suit, trying to get something from out of there
*’. He walked closer to you, snatching out a tiny box with bright, red wrapping paper on it
*’. You hurriedly opened it with just a little touch of hesitation from how happy he was to give it to you, not expecting that
*’. Oh my gosh :o!! It was the prettiest golden necklace with a letter of B on it ( )
*’. Once he said that it was something to remember him by whenever you miss him, you knew at that exact moment you were so incredibly whipped that it was laughable
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
. ⋅ ˚̣- Taehyun:
*’. Oh. No. Oh. My. Gosh. No.
*’. As much as Taehyun loved the Christmas holidays, he was NOT ready to hear that Mariah Carey song blast in his ear 24/7, especially from you who knew he absolutely despised whenever the radio played it
*’. Actually, back in June when you were getting sad about it not being winter, he made you promise you wouldn’t play this in the house, not even once
*’. Guess what
*’. You didn’t let him live one second without hearing it
*’. Who could blame you??? You were so exhilarated that the holidays had come !! Which meant so many gifts and sincere love to give to the love of your life !!
*’. He made sure to appease every single one of your efforts of playing that song by a few encouragements like cuddles or subtle kisses on your hands
*’. BUT NO, THAT DIDN’T WORK EITHER CRIIII
*’. Cue the puppy eyes he totally has no control saying no over
*’. Although… you were so cute and tiny despite your height that girlie, he fell in love with your stunning spirit over and over again ~~
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
. ⋅ ˚̣- Kai:
*’. If someone said the word Christmas from a mile away, you would sPRINT out of wherever you were, throwing hands on the streets because of the happiness that simply overwhelmed the rest of your emotions
*’. We can say that Kai hit you with his plushies to make sure you wouldn’t get away from him any longer :DD and good thing he succeeded because you were going crazy over the idea of hot chocolate with marshmallows
*’. Gifts only made your want stronger unfortunately, the need to wrap a few gifts getting on your nerves from how itching your hands were to prep up some happiness
*’. The week before Christmas, you were getting sad since you hadn’t gone shopping with Hyuka yet :((
*’. Okay, he just couldn’t say no to your cute grin when you asked him to accompany you to the stores >3< he needed to go shopping with you now~~
*’. You basically dragged him everywhere- to the Christmas tree perched in the middle of the mall to the decorations section where snowmen were singing their own merry tunes
*’. His feet and legs were aching, but hey !! You were so happy with him that he could say his body didn’t hurt one bit <333
*’. You made it up to him later by making a few cookies you knew he adored
*’. He’d return the favor- would definitely calm you down during night by singing a few Christmas carols or even putting on a movie~~
*’. Not before giving you your early Christmas gifts… which were some sweet kisses okay
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
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I’m Back!
Hello, Readers and Writers! As you know, I've been absent for a while because I had a stroke in early June. I wanted to share a bit (maybe more than you really wanted to know. I'm going to start from the beginning, so, please, bear with me.
It was about 1:00 a.m. on the morning of Tuesday, June 9, 2020, when Mother Nature woke me by knocking on my bladder. I stumbled out of bed and went toward the bathroom, which was directly across the hall from my bedroom. I bumped my shoulder on the doorframe as I exited my bedroom. (I should have realized then, something was off).
I took care of my business and went to stand, but instead found myself falling over. I landed in the space between the commode and the bathroom counter. I was lucky that I did not hit my head; I landed on my left side with my arm pinned under me.
I tried to get up but was unable to; I tried to roll over but, again, was unable to. I laid there trying to find something I could throw against the wall or door to get my son's attention, but nothing was handy. Plus, I'm not sure I could have thrown it anyway.
I may have fallen asleep or passed out, I can't be sure. It was almost 4:30 a.m. when I heard my son come out of his room and I called out to him for help. I had been lying on the floor for over three hours.
My son heard me call out to him and opened the bathroom door (I hurriedly told him to do it slowly since my legs were close to the door and I couldn't move them). He came in and saw me lying there and asked if he needed to call 9-1-1. I said no, and asked if he could help me sit up.
At this point, I had no idea what had actually happened. He got me into a sitting position and I immediately fell back over. He grabbed me and kept me from landing on the floor again. I told him to gently lay me back on the floor and call 9-1-1.
He called and they asked him several questions; it was at this point that we both realized that I had a stroke.
The EMTs arrived and got me on the "chair" to take me down to the ambulance (we lived in an apartment on the third floor). I realized as they took me down the stairs that I could not move my left arm or leg. The ambulance took me to the nearest hospital which was about a 10-minute ride.
At the hospital, they verified that I did have a stroke. I was then sent to another hospital, which was better equipped to handle a stroke patient (my health insurance told them where I should go). I knew what was happening, but was kind of out of it at the same time.
While in the hospital, I was put on medication. It made me feel weird and I had some, what I can only call hallucinations. It was like what was happening in my head (hallucinations?), was not what was actually happening around me (reality). I asked why I had to take the medicine, but could not get anyone to tell me. At least that's what I thought was happening, so I refused to take the medicine.
My head and thinking became clearer and I was told the medicine was for high blood pressure (which I never had before). I told the nurse it made me feel weird and they gave me a lower dosage and I resumed taking the medicine.
I spent 15 days in the hospital and was discharged on June 24 and was immediately taken to a rehab facility. I had very little movement on my left side (I could give a wobbly thumbs up but that was about it). I was sent to a Rehabilitation Facility, where I spent a full month. I was first told that I was going to need 24/7 care and did I have someone who would be around to assist me IF I was sent home. They told me I had to make a decision on whether I was going to go to a long-term care facility or find someone who could take care of me at home such as a nurse or family member. The only person I had was my 23-year-old son, and I was not going to do that to him. I was ready to give up and had resigned myself to spending the rest of my life in some type of long-term care facility. That's when I found my inner Wonder Woman and said, "You don't know me. And I'll show you that if you think I can't do something, I'm going to do it just to show you I can." So, I picked up my positive attitude and wore it like a badge of honor. And I let them know I was going to walk out of that facility and go home to my son.
The hardest part was that no visitors were allowed in the facility and I missed my son and friends like crazy. I was lucky to have a large bay-type window in my room and my aunt, and best friends would bring my son, and they would all come to visit me (with a window separating us). I wasn't a Covid19 patient, but I got a small taste of what they were going through with not being able to visit or see my family or friends.
At the beginning of my rehab stay, the therapists were concerned about my safety if I went back to my third-floor apartment. I called my rental office and explained my situation to the Manager and asked if there were any first-floor apartments available. My aunt spoke with the Manager as well and by the time I left the rehab facility, my son had packed up our stuff, we had movers scheduled, and on July 24, I went home to a different apartment located on the first floor.
Once home, I had a physical therapist, occupational therapist, and visiting nurse come to me to provide more therapy. I worked hard and went from using a wheelchair to a walker, and I'm proud to say I'm walking with a cane now. Next, I will (hopefully) be walking with no assistance at all. Not totally there yet, and I'm using the walker whenever I leave my apartment. The good thing is I can drive, which is very liberating. I can use my left hand to some extent, and have been able to type better; not as well as I used to, but I can type which means I can write stories.
After being tested, I was told that I had no cognitive deficiencies. I do sometimes slur my words when I'm really tired or excited. I also tire very easily, but I'm still here, and I thank God for every day He allows me to wake up and face a new day.
I appreciate all the check-ins and love everyone has shown and sent to me. I can't say thank you enough to my Aunt and best friends, for making sure my son was okay during the time I was hospitalized, and for putting together a nice drive-by birthday surprise for me at the rehab facility.
I also want to thank all you readers/writers who checked up on me; and thank you to everyone for the good wishes and prayers. They've meant the world to me.
I was going to jump back into writing by posting for BeChloe Week 2020; but, my body didn't cooperate, so I'm doing Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2020 as my first project after taking a break.
Hugs and much love!
~ BeChloeIsLegit
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Hoooooney! Henry’s insta post made me so sad 😩 could you maybe use your incredible writing talent and write something about Henry’s first fathers day but maybe where the reader is like five months pregnant? Something cute and fluffy because our puppy deserve all the happiness in the world! 🥺❤️
Awwww!! No, no sadness my baby!! I'm sorry this took me some time to write, but I hope this helps 🖤🖤 it's super fluffy and filled with everything our babe deserves 😘
The third Sunday of June. For Henry, it was usually a day of bittersweet love. He got to pay respect to the men that shaped him. He got to show love to his own father, the man that inspired him every single day. He got to be reminded that he hadn’t found his partner; the woman that would allow him to be the father he knew he could be. That was in the past, however, now that he had you.
You were the breath of fresh air he needed and wanted. You were the light that guided him home. And now, on June 22, the third Sunday of the month, Henry got to celebrate Father’s Day for himself. Well, almost. You were five months pregnant with your first child. His child. It was a miracle he’d hoped for but learned to live without. Now, he’d never have to know what that was like.
That day, Father’s Day, Henry woke up early as he always did. He blinked his ocean blue eyes open, looking around the bedroom. To his left, he found you sleeping soundly, your mouth open slightly. Even in the dark, he knew your features. He could find you in a crowded room of a thousand, no issue, no problem. He smiled to himself and shimmied closer to your frame. One hand instinctively, protectively smoothed across your belly. There was soft movement under his palm; the baby was asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open and your mouth closed as you felt his warmth enveloping you. Then, you scrunched your eyes closed and groaned.
“What time is it?” you croaked as Henry’s hand stroked your belly softly.
“Early,” he rumbled in your ear. You stretched, pushing your beautiful, pregnant body against his forcing a moan out of him. He let his hand trail past your belly, down your thigh, then back up to cup your swollen breast. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips into yours, relishing in the sensation of your hands combing through his hair.
“Good morning, stinky breath,” you murmur as you pull back from him a little. He smiles back lazily, enjoying the sleepy smirk you are offering him.
“You’re one to talk,” he replies, nipping gently at your bottom lip. “Good morning, beautiful,” he adds before kissing the very tip of your nose. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asks in between leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw, neck, finishing at your breasts, which are bulging out of your shirt.
“Not since you rubbed my back and sang me back to sleep,” you pause, checking the time on your watch. “Three hours ago,” he leans down to nuzzle the spot on your neck just under your ear.
“Oh, well that’s just terrible. I’m going to have to fix that,” he replies, pushing himself up somewhat so he can begin kissing your distended belly. He growls as your fingers gently scratch his scalp, but when he looks up, he sees that your brow is slightly furrowed and your eyes are shut tight. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks, shimming so his face is closer to yours.
“Hm? Oh, nothing, just pregnancy pains,” you groan, shifting a little to accommodate the back aches that were settling in.
“What can I do to help?” Henry asked with genuine concern. You sucked in a breath and looked up at him, biting your bottom lip.
“Help me get out of bed and go on a walk with me?”
“That’s what you want to do?” Henry whines.
“Shut up, walking helps!” you swat at his chest.
“You know, there’s something else I can do very well that helps distract you from the pain,” he murmurs in your ear.
“Yeah, well, my boobs still hurt from the last time you tried to ‘help’ distract me,” you groan, rubbing your enlarged chest gently. Henry leans back, slightly confused.
“That was yesterday,”
“I know!” you exclaim. Henry lets out a deep belly laugh that wakes Kal. Now that the bear is also awake, he realizes there is no other option than to go for a walk.
“Okay, okay,” he groans, pushing himself up and out of bed. He padded over to your side, reached out, and used his strength to guide and balance you as you made your way out of the comfort of the bed. He followed you toward the bathroom to make sure you were okay, then went into the kitchen himself to get Kal’s early morning snack and some water for himself. When you’re both finally ready to go a few minutes later, Henry can’t stop staring at your beauty. You continuously roll your eyes at him as you waddle around the kitchen getting yourself a snack.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” you gasp as Henry is getting the lead on Kal. He watches with raised eyebrows as you quickly shuffle back toward the bedroom. He can hear doors opening and closing, then the sound of your shoes on the tile as you waddle back to him. You’re carrying a small blue bag with his name written on the side.
“What’s this?” he asks as you proudly offer him the gift.
“Open it,” you instruct, saying nothing else. Henry hands you the leash and begins digging into the bag. Inside, he finds a small, rectangular jewelry box. Quizzically, he opens it and sighs. There, inside the box, is a little silver keyring with a shrunken ultrasound photo taken just a few weeks ago. He looks over at you, tears already welling up in his eyes. “Turn it over,” you tell him, so he does, and almost drops the little thing. On the other side of the keyring is an engraving of what appears to be an audio recording. “It’s the baby’s heartbeat. The one we first heard at eight weeks. Happy Father’s Day, baby,” you whisper. Henry turns to find you, but everything is blurry. Tears openly stream down his cheeks as he envelops you in his arms.
“Thank you,” Henry murmurs, kissing you briskly. “Thank you, thank you,” he continues kissing your cheeks, your collar bone, kneeling down, kissing your belly. He can feel the little one moving around and he laughs a little. “How on earth did I get so lucky?” he whispers, placing his forehead gently on your stomach.
“I don’t know, but I tell you what, son. You hit the jackpot,” you reply, causing Henry to break out in hysterical laughter.
“I did, I absolutely did,” he says, standing up, placing his hands on either side of your face, and kissing you passionately. Before leaving the house, Henry adds the little keyring to his chain, feeling nothing but gratitude. He takes your hand in his and with Kal in the other, the three of you walk off into the early morning country.
Later on in the day, Henry posts a picture to Instagram, one he sneakily took of you while on your walk. The sunrise was happening and you were in silhouette and you looked stunning. He almost didn’t want to share this snippet of life with anyone else, but he did want to say something to this effect:
Father’s day feels a little different this year. Though I still have some time before I meet my own little one, this year, I will in fact be a father. Perhaps one that will be celebrated like my own father and brothers? Perhaps not. No matter what, here’s to the men that have helped guide me to this very moment. (Not this literal moment, I’m making a glass of Metamucil for my wife as I type this) I mean this moment in time. I would not be the man I am today without the love, support, and guidance from my father, my brothers, and all the other men that have come before me. Thank you. Happy Father’s Day to you, dad, and to every dad.
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Our Story
Sam Winchester x reader
For @negans-lucille-tblr SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange. My SS: @pinknerdpanda
a/n: I kinda got carried away and this was super long and I had to keep editing it down. Sorry it took so long ♥️
5k words // all mistakes and bad writing are mine.
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“Did you find everything okay?" The cashier asks me as he eyes my gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, Cheetos, mint ice-cream, and Oreos, before looking up at me with a look. I suddenly feel like a little kid who was let free in a candy store.
"Yup, this is everything. Movie night with the kids." I lie with a smile.
"Ahh." He nods as he starts to ring up the junk without another word. And thank God for that. I didn't need to feel purchase shamed. It’s Friday night, I’m off of work for the weekend, and this is my money. I can spend it how I want. And what I want is to get junk food and not leave my apartment until Monday morning. I pay quickly, skipping my receipt, and grabbing my packed plastic bag. "Happy holidays. Enjoy your night." The cashier calls.
"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when I pull it open to step out into the cold night. The street lights are on but the streets are empty. The sidewalks are even emptier, except for a homeless man playing his guitar and singing ‘Joy To The World’ while his dog sleeps nearby.
Snow hasn't fallen, but it's so cold I expect it by morning, if not any minute from now. I secure my bag around my wrist and tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I walk down the sidewalk, watching my breath appear and disappear in front of me. My gloved fingers wrap around the few dollar bills of my change and I stop to lay it into the homeless man’s cup. He wishes me a merry Christmas and continues his holiday carols.
My apartment is a block away. I could have driven to the market but decided to walk since my only plan was loading up on sweets and sours and I thought I could at least try to exercise. But feeling this weather, I now know walking was a mistake. I just want to get home as quickly as possible to wrap up in blankets, drink hot chocolate, eat my sweets and watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas.
The street lights up as a car approaches. I stop walking and watch it pass me and the road is clear again. No one else seems to be coming and there’s no need to walk all the way to the crossroad when the road is empty. I can just cross right here and be home quicker. The streets light up again and a car comes speeding down the road.
It passes me so quickly I can feel the breeze fly off of it. Jesus, who needs to be driving that fast? I step into the street when the car fully disappears. Suddenly the street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run. I drop my bag right before the crash.
Beep. The street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. Beep. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Beep. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. Beep. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run.
I throw my hands up to block the bright light, gasping, and blinking. There's no car. No street. I’m not even outside. I’m in a white room with a light burning my eyes. My throat is dry, my mouth tastes metallic, and holy fuck the lights are so bright.
“Hi.” I jump at the voice. I turn to see a man, who I've never seen before in my life, sitting in a chair nearby. His face is anxious, yet soft. He stares at me thoughtfully with emerald eyes and shiny brown hair brushing his shoulders. “Hi. Are you okay?”
Am I okay? “What the hell?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s so dry and quiet, and hardly there. “W-who are you?” I speak anyway.
“My name-, uh, I'm Sam.” He touches his chest, stuttering anxiously. “I, uh, I hit you with my car. And I am so, so sorry.”
I blink up at the man. “You hit me with your car?”
“I’m really sorry.” He shakes his head slowly. “I- I, I tried to stop. So I didn't run you over exactly, I just kind of hit you. You fell and knocked your head pretty hard, nothing’s broken, but you're face--”
“What’s wrong with my face?” I try to sit up, touching my cheek. I can feel bandages under my fingers. My wrist is wrapped up.
“Nothing is wrong with your face.” I hear Sam say as I look around for any type of reflection in the room. “Just some cuts and bruises, but you still look,” I turn to him, “nice.” He breathes out before clearing his throat and looking away. I touch my wrist.
"I thought nothing was broken," I wave my wrapped hand at him.
"It's sprained."
“Okay…" I sit back in my bed. "Did you call the police?”
“No.” His eyes snap back to mine, suddenly widening. “I uh, was kinda hoping we didn’t have to get the police involved?”
He's kidding, right? There’s a knock on the door before it opens. A nurse walks into the room with a tablet in her hand.
“Oh, Mrs. Plant. You're awake.” She smiles at me and I quickly glance at Sam. Cause who the hell is Mrs. Plant?
“Yeah.” He stands from his chair, rising 12 feet in the air. “She uh, just woke up. Her throat is very dry. Do you think she could get some water, maybe?”
“No problem.” She turns to look at me. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
“Hm, no." I try to speak. "Nothing right now.”
“That’s good.” She taps on the tablet. “You're very lucky to have no serious injuries after being involved in a hit and run.” Hit and run? I look over at Sam again who gives me pleading eyes. Not wanting to be in trouble.
“Yeah, so lucky.” I croak.
“And you're even luckier your fiance was there with you.”
Fiance?! I almost shout out, but the words get stuck in my throat and I start coughing. My throat is burning from the dryness and I grab it. Sam immediately towers over me.
“Okay, this can wait.” The nurse lowers her tablet. “Let me go get you some water. I’ll be right back.”
"Thank you," Sam says as we watch her leave the room. He then turns to his chair to get a water bottle and hands it to me. "Are you okay?"
"You had water?"
"Yeah, I just wanted her to leave the room." He tells me as I drink the semi-cold water. It soothes the burn but adds pain. I drink anyway. “I uh, kinda told the nurse you were my fiance so she let me stay with you," Sam says. "I mean, I hit you with my car. I wasn't just gonna drop you off and leave. I had to make sure you were okay.” I lower the half empty bottle and stare at him. He looks nervous, exhausted, and something else I can't put my finger on.
"You're mad?" He breathes. "Understandable. You have every right to be mad. I friggin ran you over for fucks-sakes. Of course you're mad."
"Hit me." I correct him, and he ceases to look at me. "You hit me. You didn't run me over."
"Right." He pathetically smiles, clearly not in a smiling mood, before his face falls into a troubled neutral again. "So um... Did you want to press charges?”
The door opens again. This time not the Nurse with water, but the concerned face of my ex-boyfriend, Henry, as he runs over to my bed. “Manda? What the hell? Are you okay?”
“Henry?" I suddenly feel like choking again. "What are you doing here?”
“The hospital called me. You got ran over?” His chest rises and falls and his eyes are enormous. He must have run down the hall. Henry and I broke up 6 months ago. But apparently, he's still my emergency contact.
“I didn't get run over. I just got--"
“Holy shit your face." He cuts me off. "And your arm." He points to my wrapping. "What happened?"
“It's my wrist. And it's not broken, I--"
“Who’s this?” He speaks over me again, pointing at Sam.
“This is Sam--”
“Sam? Who’s Sam?”
“Sam’s my finance!” I say louder than expected. But at least he finally shuts up. He stares at me and in confusion, eyebrows raised and face frozen. If I weren't so confused myself I would be enjoying this.
“Your fiance?” I hear the sound of my Mom's voice behind Henry.
Now my eyes widen. "Mom?"
"Yeah, I called your mom.” Henry steps aside, and in the doorway is my mom and little brother Matt. My mom dressed elegantly in a red dress suit and my brother in his school tie and slacks.
"Oh my God, look at your face!" My mom practically shrieks when she sees me. "Manda, how on earth did this happen? Is your arm broken?"
"No mom. I just sprained it." A quick glance at Sam. "It was a hit and run. I fell on it but I'm fine."
"Well, you don't look fine. You look horrible."
"Thanks, Mom."
"And this man." She gestures towards Sam. "Did I hear correctly? You have a fiance?" Henry's eyes lock on mine waiting for my answer.
"Yes." I match his stare. "This is Sam." I place my hand on top of his. "My fiance." Sam smiles at me and then nods towards my mother.
"Hi." He waves with his free hand.
"Are you knocked up?" Matt asks me with a smile on his face.
"Matty." My mom scolds him but turns to study my face. "Are you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Well then, explain to me why you're engaged and I'm just now hearing about it?" She crosses her arms.
I let go of Sam's hand. "I was going to tell you this weekend, I swear."
"This weekend is still too late of notice. I should have known sooner." Mom states. "I don't know anything about this man. When did you two start dating? Where did you meet? Are you living together? How did he propose? What does he do for a living?" She shoots questions at me, and I dramatically grab my head.
"One question at a time, please."
"When's the wedding?" Henry cuts in. His aggressive eyes staring Sam down. I look back over to Sam stares Henry down right back.
"June." He says as calmly as ever. And I nod.
"Yup. We like June." I add on to his lie.
"Well, I suppose June is nice." Mom agrees. "That way your face can heal."
“Where’s your engagement ring?” Henry counters.
I look down at my ring-less hand, not knowing what to say. “Well um-”
“She hit her head.” Sam says. “She had to take the ring off because it's metal, and she couldn't get a CAT scan with metal on. It’s with her other stuff.”
I stare up at the stranger in surprise. He’s smart and a quick thinker.
“Well you just have an answer for everything don't you, Sammy?” Henry mocks.
“It’s Sam.” Sam demands in a strict voice. “Don’t ever call me Sammy.” Sam says directly to Henry and the room gets quiet. The door opens and the Nurse finally enters with the water.
"Ow." I grab my head, not actually feeling any pain, but just wanting to be left alone. "Ow. My head." I touch Sam's hand. "Sam?"
“Excuse me,” Sam turns his attention to the nurse. ”She's having some pain. Maybe we should call it a night, with the visitors?"
The Nurse hands me the cold water. "It is getting late. I can give you some pain medicine, dinner, and then you can sleep. We can check your results in the morning." She looks at Sam. "Will you be staying the night as well?"
"Oh? Um..." Sam turns to me and our eyes meet. He was cute. I won't lie. And for some weird reason, I feel safe with him. But I don't know if I want to be alone with him and make awkward small talk.
"I'm just gonna sleep." I tell him with a shrug. "You just go home and come back tomorrow… Honey.”
"Okay." He smiles. "I'll see you in the morning, honey.” He gives me a little nod. ”Get some sleep." His eyes look towards my family and I follow him. My mother, my brother and Henry watch us intensely. I turn back to Sam with a smile. "Goodnight." He says and starts to lean down to me. I prepare myself and he places a shy kiss on my lips. It's not mind shattering or romantic, more stiff and forced. I pull away and make the mistake of looking at Matt, who is silently laughing to himself. I ignore him and smile at Sam.
"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow."
The door buzzing wakes me up. Followed by loud knocking. I quickly, but carefully, get out of bed and hurry to open the door to my mother, and Matt holding books in his arms.
"Mom? What the…? What are you doing? Why are you beating on my door this early in the morning?"
"Early? it's almost 1 o'clock. And we have a wedding to plan. You won't return my phone calls so we can do this in person." She invites herself in. "God, this place is a mess. How are you getting married?" Matt quickly follows her, struggling with the books.
I close the door and lay my head against it. Why didn't Sam just kill me? I was released from the hospital yesterday, and Sam took me home to sleep. But this fake wedding is all my mother can talk about. I was just ran over by a car. No soup. Or 'Get Well Soon' balloons. Just voicemails about a chicken menu and pink vs pink napkins.
"Manda!" She calls from the couch. "Get in here and come look at this color for bridesmaid's dresses. I know you said June, so we should probably be looking at a Summer's Collection, but this orange is just so lovely. You'll die when you see it."
"Oh, I wish." I push off of the door just as there's a knock. If she invited a planner I swear I'll... "Sam?"
"Hi." He smiles a wary smile. "I uh..." He lifts the paper bag he's holding in his hands. "You were holding groceries when I hit you. The ice cream ruined everything, so I replaced it. I also got you some other stuff.”
"Oh right." I laugh, embarrassed at the thought of all the junk he had to buy for a grown adult. "Um, thank you let me take it."
"No, no, no. I can bring it in." I step aside and let him in. "How's your wrist?" He places the bag on the counter.
"It's okay. I was just about to take some medicine."
"Oh, are you in pain?"
"No, I'm not." I rock on my heels. "Well, not in my wrist anyway, but trust me, a headache is coming."
"Hey, Sam." Matt enters the kitchen with a dirty smile as he looks between us. "Hey Ma, Sam is here." He walks over to the brown bag and pulls out apples. “And he bought fruit..?”
Sam's eyebrows raise to his forehead. "Your mom’s here?"
"Sam?" Mom calls as she walks up to him. "What a lovely surprise. I was just wondering where you were."
"Hi." Sam gives me a quick look. "It's good to see you again. I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"
"No, not at all. The man my daughter is going to marry and I don't know a thing about you. Come here." She tugs him by the arm and drags him away to the couch. "Come sit son, and look at some of these magazines. Tell me what colors you like."
"Son." Matt laughs as he digs through the bag for the gummy worms. I need to tell her, and now is the time.
"Mom..." I mumble more to myself than her. I follow them to the couch and see her flipping through the magazine.
"Is your family excited about the wedding? I'd just love to meet your mother." She questions Sam with a giant smile.
"Oh wow," Sam stops on a page in the dress magazine. "This orange is really nice."
"Isn't it?" Mom practically hits the ceiling. "Oh Manda, you picked a smart one. And pretty too." She runs her hands through his hair. "Just wait until you meet the rest of the family at the Christmas party. They just can not wait to meet you Sam."
"The what?" My heart speeds up. “What are you talking about Mom?”
“Mom told everyone you were engaged.” Matt says with a mouth full of gummy worms as he sits across the couch in the lazy chair.
“"What? When? Why?" I walk over to look at her. “Ma, would you do that?"
She looks up at me. "Do what? Share the good news of my only daughter finally getting married?" She scoffs. "What's the problem? You're engaged. This is something to celebrate. I just let people know that you were bringing your fiance to the Christmas party.” She turns back to the magazine. “They're excited that you're getting married.”
"But I'm not Ma."
"What?" She snaps up to look at me.
"Sam and I aren't engaged." I sigh and sit across from her on the wooden coffee table. "I've never met him before last night. He’s the one who hit me. He took me to the hospital and told the Nurse we were engaged so he could stay in the hospital room with me, otherwise they would have made him leave."
The room is quiet, but nor quiet enough due to Matt’s chewing and laughing through his nose. Mom looks between me and Sam, who sits frozen.
"I'm sorry," he says. “It’s all my fault really. I should have told the truth.”
"So you're not engaged?" Mom says to me and I shake my head. "Manda, why would you say a lie like this? I've already told everyone." She stands to pace the room. "Your father is flying home, he can’t wait to meet Sam. Your aunt is buying a damn cake! One of those fancy ones that don't look edible, like in the cake magazines."
“Cake magazines?” Sam questions himself.
“Why?” I ask her. “Why buy a cake?”
"She's probably in shock," Matt shrugs from the chair. “Everyone else was.”
"Manda, you almost died the other night.” Mom tells me. “People are very excited about your engagement and want to celebrate you."
"Especially when no one thought it was gonna happen." Matt comments and I turn to him.
"Shut up, Matty."
"Maybe,” Sam speaks up and we all turn to him. “I could go to the party? You know weddings get called off all the time. I can show up. Meet all your friends and family, and then sometime in March, when no one sees it coming. We could, ya know, go out separate ways.”
"Great, more lying!" Mom throws her arms. “I don't know how I feel about inviting a stranger to my house.”
"A stranger?” Matt shouts. “Twelve seconds ago, he was son. Now he's a stranger?"
"Alright.” Mom shouts. “Okay. I guess to save everyone a night of embarrassment and questions. I'll play along with your lies.” She turns to Matt. “We both will.” She looks at me. “I’ll tell your father the truth when he lands but for everyone else, you two need to get your story straight at least.” She grabs her purse.“I’ll see you both next Saturday at 6 o’clock. Let’s go Matthew.”
Matt stands and holds up the gummy worms. “Taking these with me. But you can keep those heavy books.” He follows mom before turning back to me. “Oh, and advice- work on the fake kissing. Cause I kinda knew the truth night one. Bye.” Sam and I watch them leave and I turn to look at him.
“Sorry about them. About all of this engagement crap I just dragged you into.”
“It's not your fault.” He says. “I’m the one who told the lie."
"Yeah but I should have told her the truth sooner. But seeing Henry just…”
“I get it.” Sam nods. “Everything happened so fast and it was a heat of the moment thing. Don't worry. I can play along.” He touches his hair. “I don't have an ugly Christmas sweater though."
"Oh don’t worry, it's not that kind of Christmas party. It's more of a black tie event. Lots of tiny foods and champagne. My parent’s maid and cook will be walking around serving guests.” I stand to close the open magazines and books on the table. "Have you ever seen Die Hard? A Christmas party like that, minus the explosions which I...."I turn back to Sam and he looks physically sick. His skin getting pale and eyes gloomy. "Are you okay?"
"Hm? Yeah.” He nods to himself. "I just... “ He clears his throat. “A black tie party. I can do that."
"You don't own a Christmas sweater but you have a tux?" I set the books down, ignoring the little moment he had. “You must be a workaholic.”
“No I’m not. Well, not anymore, I guess. I just don't celebrate holidays much." He shrugs. "Never have really. Hey, are you hungry?” He switches the subject out of nowhere. “I’m kind of starving. So maybe we can work on our story while we eat?”
“Yeah, okay.” I look down at myself and realize I’m in pajamas. “Uh, just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”
“Of course. “ Sam chuckles. “Take your time, I'll just wait here.”
“Thanks.” I walk back to my room to change.
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Sam's car is beautiful. I didn't get the chance to appreciate it the other day when he drove me home because I so was tired. But seeing it now, shining in the sun, it’s gorgeous. He pulls into the parking lot of a diner I’ve never seen before, even though I’ve lived in this town my entire life.
“A diner?” My voice came out more critical than I intended.
“You don't like it?” Sam gets that nervous look on his face again and starts his car. “We can go somewhere else, I just--”
“No.” I stop him. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound judgey. That was the rich girl in me that my mom raised trying to come alive again. A diner is fine. I'm not my mother. You saw my apartment. You saw my groceries. This is great. Let’s go.”
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The diner experience is different. We got seated quickly. It wasn't crowded and the place smelt like pancakes. I look over the menu seeing pictures of nachos, burgers, and breakfast platters. The natural born sweet toother in me wanted something sweet. I place the menu down and looked at Sam.
“I think want pancakes.” I bite my bottom lip. “Is that weird? It’s almost 2 o’clock.”
Sam throws his head back in laughter. The first time I’ve seen him do that and it made me laugh. “That’s not weird. It’s a diner. Get pancakes.”
“Okay. What are you getting?”
“Probably a salad.”
“Well great.” I close my menu. “You eat all healthy, while I eat syrup and butter. The pressure you just put on me.”
He laughs again. “I'm vegan actually.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I've been vegan for about three years now. I've always wanted to try it but…” His words die down. He looks down at his menu, with those sad puppy eyes making an appearance again. Something is off about this guy.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. It’s a long boring story, really.” He slightly laughs its off. “Trust me you don't want to hear about my discovery of veganism.”
“You never wanna talk about yourself."
His face flinches in confusion. "What?"
"You never talk about yourself," I repeat. "You always change the subject when anyone asks about you. I noticed it back at the hospital. And then today when my mom asked about your family. What's up with that? Do you have arrest warrants or something? I don't even know your real last name. Just Plant from the phony insurance card you gave."
He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "Winchester."
"Sam Winchester." I repeat the name. "Nice. Tell me something else about you besides your name.”
“Um, I have a dog?” He says it like it's a question.
“Aww. What’s it’s name?”
“Miracle.”
“Well, that’s very cute Sam. Where are you from and Miracle from?"
"Kansas."
"Any family?"
"No.” He shakes his head. “It's just me and Miracle." I know that's not true. Everyone has family. But the look on his face told me not to ask anymore questions about it. So I don't.
"Hi." The waitress approaches our table. "Ready to order?"
"Coming!" I say as I smooth out the wrinkles in my dress and make my way to the door. I open it and see Sam dressed nicely in his tuxedo. "Hi."
"Hey." He smiles a handsome smile. Probably the first genuine smile I've seen from him since we met. "You look really nice."
"Ha, don't lie. My face is still kind of beat up, but I covered what I could in makeup." I step out of the apartment and close the door behind me. “Ready to go?"
"Let's go." He leans his arm out and I hook around him. "And for the record, I'm not lying. You look amazing, Manda."
"Thank you, Sam. You look pretty good yourself."
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The drive to my parents is quick and filled with trivia about our story. We met at the park where I like to read, and where Sam walks his dog. His dog got loose and ran to me, spilling my coffee. Sam offered to replace it. We dated for five months before he proposed during a picnic in the park. And a week later I got hit.
Sam drives his car through the gate of my parents mansion. The parking lot is filled with cars of my relatives and family friends. The lawn lit up with decorations and the mansion with Christmas lights.
"Wow, this is your parents house?" Sam looks up at the house in awe.
"Yup." I exhale. "And before we go I'm, I apologize for everything in advance.” Sam laughs even though I’m serious. “You're laughing now, but I'm not kidding. Rich people are snobs and it's only going to get worse once we walk into that house."
“Alrighty then, I'll remember that.” Sam parks the car and turns to me. “ I have something for you.” He digs through his pocket and pulls out a ring. “It’s nothing special. It’s from a pond shop. But in case anyone asks, you know?”
“Smart thinking. That completely slipped my mind.” I hold my hand out for it but he slips it on my finger himself. I can feel my face heating up, and my stomach flipping. God, why is this happening. “Thanks.” I look down at the ring on my hand, and avoid his eyes. “Let’s do this thing shall we?”
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As soon as we enter the foyer we are greeted with congratulations. Everyone from my aunt to my very distant cousins who I haven't seen since my childhood we're in the room. There are balloons and a giant banner with ‘You're Engaged’ spelled out in gold letters. There’s the giant Christmas tree, faux gifts, decorative lights and candles, and the fancy cake my mother mentioned sitting on a table surrounded by finger foods. This clearly is a huge deal.
Sam stood close to me throughout most of the party. But eventually, my dad took him away once he saw Sam’s Impala and I lost track of him. Once I was alone, my Aunt Janie pulled me aside to ask me question after question about Sam and give me all tons of wedding advice that I wasn't gonna need. Every time I saw or passed Matt he had a joke about me and Sam to tell. No one was enjoying themselves more than him tonight. Mom barely spoke to me, probably still upset about getting all excited about a wedding only to find out it was a lie. But the cake aunt Janie bought was good. So there’s that.
I ate and drank, not enough to get drunk, but enough to keep saying ‘thank you’ every time someone congratulated me, asked to see my ring, or wanted to hear the story of the proposal for the gazillionth time. There was only so much I could take in one night. If this is what engagements are like, I'm in no rush to do this again.
It’s getting late and I just wanted to go home now. I look around the party and don’t see Sam anywhere.
"Well, Merry Christmas to me." A voice says behind me. I turn around and meet Henry. He's dressed sharply in a nice velvet suit and holding two drinks in his hand. "I know how much you hate these, so let's get out of here, huh? You and me?"
"Yeah, no thanks.” I give him my bitchiest smile. “I'm here with someone."
"Ah, you mean Sammy?" He scoffs. "He's obviously a weirdo. He has no family. Lives in a motel, and just drives around towns running people over. And he needs a haircut." He extends a drink to me. "Let's get out of here, Manda."
I don’t even want to know how he knows so much about Sam or who invited him to this party, I just want to get away from him. "Get home safe Henry. Or don’t. I could care less." I turn to walk away, spotting Matt sitting with some of the younger kids at the party. "Matty? Have you seen Sam?"
"Can't keep track of your rent-a-man?" He laughs to himself.
“Enough already.” I hold back from choking him.“I just want to find Sam and go home.”
“I saw him talking with Dad. I think he invited him to that old school car show he goes to once a year. You might need to extend your contract to August.”
I push past Matt to hurry outside. Maybe they were in the garage. Dad is always sneaking off to show off his car collection. Without getting too far, I see Sam standing out on the patio, with his hands in his pockets and looking up at the sky.
"Sam?" He stiffens when he hears me but doesn't turn. "Sam? It's freezing out here."
"Yeah.” He turns to look at me and something about the way his face breaks my heart. “You ready to go?” He asks me.
“Sam, what's wrong?"
"What? Nothing I just…” He looks everywhere but at me. “This was just a lot, you know."
"I know. I'm sorry. I really didn't expect it to be this bad. Everyone questioning you. And my Dad not leaving your side. And then Matt with all the stupid jokes.” I breathe. “God, you're so lucky you don't have a brother.” Sam pauses, looking at me with so much pain. I don't know what I said, but I hate myself for saying it. “What?” He says nothing but turns away from me and starts to walk towards his car. “Sam?” I follow behind him but his legs are longer and he moves faster. “Sam, wait.” He doesn't slow down so I run after him. “Sam!”
He unlocks his car and I run over to the other side. At this point, I’m sure he’d leave me here without hesitation. I let myself in his car and turn to him.“Sam, what happened? Did I say something wrong?” He shakes his head but doesn’t tell me what’s bothering him. We sit in silence for a minute. “Why did you help me?” I ask him. He stays quiet so I continue. “I mean, why not just drop me off and drive away if you didn't want to get in trouble with the cops? Why’d you come back the next day? Drive me home. Bring me groceries, and then take me out to lunch? You texted me all throughout the week--”
“Yeah, I get it.” He cuts me off with a sniffle. “I guess, I was just lonely. I just wanted someone to talk to?”
“Okay, so talk to me.” I touch his hand. “Tell me what’s wrong with you Sam. No offensive, but something has been off about you since the day I met you.”
He slowly turns to me, eyes watery with the look he had when I first met him. Nervousness, exhaustion, and agony.
“You’re gonna think I’m insane.” He whispers. I wrap my hand around his.
“I won’t.”
To my surprise he holds my hand back. “I…” He catches his shaky breath before he begins. “I had a brother.” He sniffles. “His name was Dean…”
Gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, mint ice-cream, and Oreos. I think that’s everything. I palace all the junk on the counter. “Movie night with the kids.” I tell the cashier with a smile. She smiles and rings up the junk.
"Did you get any fruit?" Sam comes up behind me with a bag of apples in his hand.
"The Gummy worms are fruit flavored.” I smile at him.
“Stop it.” He places the apples down on the counter. “De, come on kiddo, time to go.”
Dean comes hurrying down the chip aisle with Cheetos in his hand. “Forget these mom.”
“Thanks Deano,” I take the chips. “Movie night would have been ruined without these.”
“You both are gonna rot your teeth.” Sam teases and ruffles Dean’s hair. I pay quickly, skipping the receipt, and Sam grabs the packed paper bag.
"Happy holidays and enjoy your night." The cashier calls to us.
"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when Dean pushes it open for us to step out into the cold night. “It’s snowing,” Dean shouts reaching his hand up to the fallen ice.
“It’s freezing.” I say. “The faster we get home, the better. I want hot chocolate and Charlie.”
“Don't worry, I'm sure Charlie Brown it's not going anywhere.” am throws his arms around me and places a soft kiss on my lips as the snow falls delicately around us. I pull away and look up at my happy husband smiling at me. “Seriously Sam, I don’t want to miss it. We need to go.”
He scoffs with a playful eye roll. “I know you don’t.”
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masterlist {november 27, 2022}
5 seconds of summer
cake
i am missing you more than i should (guess i’m not out of the woods) {2k}
“Luke?”
He jumps as he spins in the stool he’s seating in, Luke’s eyes suddenly meeting the ones he’s been searching for in every corner of the world. He used to spend hours lying awake thinking about this exact moment, about what it would be like to speak again for the first time with his lost great love.
{ao3}
haunting me forever from the start {3.5k}
“See, Cal,” Michael lets his elbow drop to lean on Calum’s shoulder. “These kids aren’t even scared of this. You’ll be totally fine.”
Calum is moments away from giving a snarky response when he catches a glimpse of the people in line behind them as he turns in Michael’s direction.
And of course the most beautiful boy he has ever laid his eyes on is just steps behind him and also about to witness Calum shriek like a baby at the sight of a clown or something.
for ainslee’s 2020 halloween fic event
{ao3}
all I need is your heartbeat beating (next to mine) {1.9k}
Calum had always enjoyed the little things in life.
{ao3}
home is wherever you are tonight {1.3k}
Home is with other people, he thought (though that sounds just corny enough that he figures it’s something he read on a decorative pillow in a craft store or on a post his mom shared on Facebook).
{ao3}
malum
while the rhythm of the rain keeps time {1.1k}
It’s a combination of sounds he finds himself mentally bookmarking, the mixture of the rain, the whirring of the A/C, and the reminder of the presence of Michael somehow creating the perfect mixtape for a calm early morning.
{ao3}
and we’d both stay out until the morning light {2.7k}
He lost track of the number of nights they’ve had like this a long time ago, the center of glittering, happy chaos being a place Calum loves to frequent. He’d follow Calum anywhere, including to a mindless and seemingly pointless celebration like tonight. Michael knows he’ll go anywhere so long as he gets to keep watching the way Calum’s eyes and smile sparkle when even the faintest light hits his face.
He’s watching it then, practically being blinded by it all, he thinks, when Calum catches Michael’s hand and pulls him back in for another dance.
{ao3}
lashton
i’ve got a secret for the mad (in a little bit of time it won’t hurt so bad) {2.5k}
Luke woke up in an odd position, his long limbs tucked up onto the couch, an ache in his neck but also a pair of lips pressed against where the pain began (something oddly poetic, he would reflect on later during a writing session that only he and Calum attended). Ashton’s body was half on top of his own, the drummer’s calloused fingers pressing against his ribs under the t-shirt Luke had thrown on after showering in the venue the night before hopping on their bus.
{ao3}
on a summer evening (baby, you’re the end of june) {2.6k}
It’s a scene that has a mob of butterflies flying through his stomach straight up to his heart and taking over his thoughts because Ashton suddenly finds himself knowing he would give up anything to watch this exact moment play out everyday for the rest of his life if he could. Watching this person he cares so so deeply for be warm and safe and happy and with him.
{ao3}
you’re my golden hour (the color of my sky) {2.2k}
“Thinking about me?”
He giggles at Luke’s teasing words, feeling his cheeks warm some more than they already were. Ashton shifts some to get Luke to sit up and look at him. He can’t help the calloused hand that falls to his cheek, his thumb running along his cheekbone, beneath his tired, happy blue eyes. “Always.”
{ao3}
does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes {4.6k}
Except this time, as he catches just the briefest glimpse of the man’s face, of his hazel eyes and strong jawline, he realizes this isn’t a stranger. Very much not a stranger. It’s Ashton Irwin, the host of at least three of those reality dating shows he forces Michael to watch with him on the weekends since he can’t watch them when they air live on Monday and Tuesdays.
Or, well, he was the host of all of those shows until about two months ago.
Because Ashton Irwin has been dead for two months.
or Ashton Irwin is supposedly dead but Luke just found him in the milk aisle at 2am
{ao3}
i was just an only child of the universe (and then i found you) {2.2k}
“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
Luke’s expression shifts for a moment then, to something lighter and happier, in response to the compliment. It fades just slightly and then he’s dropping his spoon in his mostly empty bowl and turning in the barstool so he can face Ashton. He drops his hands around his waist and maneuvers the standing boy to move between his legs. “You ever think about how tiny we are?”
{ao3}
but we were something, don’t you think so? {2.6k}
He takes a deep breath as he watches Ashton continue down the street, not once looking back to see if Luke is still looking at him. And when his own walk sign lights up, it takes Luke just a moment to get his feet to start moving again as one single thought fills his mind so many times it feels like it’s blocking his vision.
If one thing happened different, would everything be different today?
{ao3}
hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you (and i will hold on to you) {2.6k}
Luke had imagined a moment almost exactly like this a million different ways. Only recently had he given up on the idea of ever running into him again, of being asked to join him for a meeting that would become another big, Hollywood produced moment in Luke’s memory. However, in every one of those fantasies that Luke had allowed to play out in his mind, he had failed to factor in what it would feel like to hear the forgotten voice of a lost love.
or part two to but we were something, don’t you think so?
{ao3}
and I’ll make a cup of coffee, with the right amount of sugar (how you like it) {1.7k}
It’s around noon when Luke jumps just slightly as a coffee cup from the shop near his apartment and a to go bowl appear in front of him. He doesn’t lift his face from the table but hears some rustling and then a plastic spoon is left on top of the bowl. A warm hand is placed against his shoulder and he can feel a kiss being placed against the top of his head.
Ashton mumbles something soft against his hair, his hand squeezing Luke’s shoulder before heading off. For just a moment, Luke feels some of the tension in his back lift off, as though Ashton’s touch were able to pull some of that away.
{ao3}
i don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me {1.1k}
“Been feeling funny all day. Like, something feels off,” Luke mumbles, his voice coarse still from the show. “I can’t sleep.”
Ashton nods, wondering if Michael and Calum are also feeling the same way or if it’s just one of those Luke And Ashton Things. He finds himself hoping it’s the latter but he’s too tired to reason out why. “You wanna try to sleep here?”
“Yes please,” Luke says quietly, already making his way into the room.
{ao3}
my eyes have always followed you around the room {1.5k}
Ashton’s house is filled to the brim with people and glitter and bubbly drinks and all he can do is watch the way Luke squeezes his eyes shut, a bright smile on his face when posing for a picture. All he can do is watch the way the tall blonde tucks his messy hair behind his ear only to have the curls fall back into his face, his efforts entirely fruitless. The entire building is practically shaking from the volume of the music but all he can hear is Luke’s laugh. Ashton hasn’t touched a drink all night yet he still feels drunk off of the way Luke’s everything clouds up his mind.
{ao3}
blinded by the colors {1k}
It’s a buzz he can feel at his fingertips and running through his veins. It’s the sparkles from the smiles and eyes and glittery faces all around him. It’s the melody being sung from the crowd against the barricade closer to the stage and the chants for the artist up next from those closer to him. It’s euphoric, he thinks, as he lets his eyes shut to let his other senses take it all in. The last minutes of sun warming his cheeks mixing in with all the sounds and smells.
i’m all butterflies (i’m sky-high for you) {1.9k}
It’s too early to be thinking like this, Ashton keeps telling himself. He can’t be thinking like this so soon. It’s asking for complete and total disaster, for running back up and checking to see if you lit the fuse on the firecracker kind of disaster. It feels terrifying but it’s the kind of feeling he’s found himself craving as of late.
Some 20 or so feet away he can Luke smiling brightly as he tells a story, his hand not holding a glass of wine waving through the air, those in the little circle around him laughing like he’s telling them the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Luke tends to do that, he can capture the heart and attention of anyone around him in seconds with his bright smile and wide blue eyes.
{ao3}
i've been dreaming about a knitted sweater for two {3.1k}
He feels Ashton relax more into his arms and the lucky and in love feeling starts flooding his mind again. Luke pulls back but lets his forehead stay pressed against Ashton’s as they giggle at each other for a moment.
“French toast time?” Ashton questions once they pause in their laughter.
“Please.”
The feeling continues to float around in his brain as he watches Ashton cut up fruit while he flips the bread on the griddle. Though really, he thinks, that feeling has probably been taking up most of his mind since the day they basically wandered into each other’s lives.
{ao3}
just take it easy (hold onto this feeling) {1.6k}
Luke had really grown to love the quiet.
{ao3}
turn it on in a new kind of bright (it’s solar) {1.3k}
Each morning and evening brought gorgeously painted skies that no artist could ever dream of replicating exactly, no camera able to draw in all the light just right. Luke is no astronomer so the science of the beauty the sun creates is lost on him. Though he thinks he’s alright with considering it somewhat magical instead.
{ao3}
i will write you kitchen songs (i'll give you all my love) {1.7k}
It’s a sweet, domestic little tune, Ashton making their morning coffee. Luke wants to play it on repeat.
{ao3}
#5sos fic#5 seconds of summer fic#lashton fic#malum fic#cake fic#calum hood fic#luke hemmings fic#ashton irwin fic
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The Softest Fire (Part 6)
Prompt: Rosaline Vaughan had it all: fame, money, power, glory, a high status job. Until, one day, she woke up, and realized something was missing from her life.
Word Count: 1821
Warnings: dealing with animals(??), anger(?)
Notes: First Fantastic Beast fic! I could NOT have done this at all without @arrow-guy. They have created a counterpart to this fic, writing it from Nora Vaughan’s perspective (Rosaline’s cousin/adopted sister). Fic aesthetic done by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo.
For some odd reason, after the engagement fiasco, Tina stopped sending letters to Newt. Something that should’ve made me happy, but watching his demeanor dwindle into lethargy and sadness did anything but bring me joy. I tried desperately to keep him occupied, keep him happy, keep him doing anything but thinking about Tina. Other than agreeing to help dictate two more letters to her, I was pretty successful. To be honest, I was a little worried for this American. Where was she? Why wasn’t she writing back?
Also in this time, my cousin was trying to deal with her own heartbreak as well. I worked diligently to lick the wounds of both my friend and near-sister. I spent most of the day with Newt, focusing on our work, keeping him occupied; and by night, I was at Nora’s bookshop, helping her, preventing her from thinking too much about Theseus and the tramp.
It was hard work, while tending to my own heart, but they didn’t deserve to be alone. I had to be strong enough for both of them, even if both of them pretended to be strong without me. Everyone needs a helping hand now and then.
However, in June of 1927, things began to take a strange turn.
Grindelwald had escaped, putting fear and anxiety high in the wizarding world. For a while, I thought of returning to the Ministry. Between breaking my own heart every day for Newt and wanting to feel like I could help against Grindelwald, I seriously considered it. Yet, I waited. I wanted to be sure that’s what I wanted, and that Grindelwald wasn’t captured in the meantime.
Three months after his escape, Newt had been called in by Theseus to the Ministry. Newt asked that I accompany him. I agreed and we arrived. Newt went into the meeting alone and I stood out in the hallway to wait for him.
I heard someone approach as I stood in the hallway, so I lifted my head to see who it was, only to immediately scowl as she approached. Her eyes met mine and she stopped immediately, from fear or distaste, I couldn’t be sure.
“Ah, Leta, what have you come to destroy today?” I wondered in a superficial voice. “Newt’s in there. Would you like to commit another crime and blame him for it?”
Leta shook her head, clenching her jaw, looking off to the side. “Rosaline, I am not doing this. I’m just here to meet Theseus after his meeting. We have another meeting to go after this. But if me waiting for him is going to cause issues, I’ll leave.”
“You mean run away?” I asked, pushing off the wall. “How typical of you, Lestrange…”
“Merlin, what did I ever do to you?” she snapped, throwing her hands from her head to her side. Clearly, she was exasperated with me and my assault already.
“What haven’t you done? I have no tolerance for people who disobey rules.”
“Seriously?” she deadpanned. “That was ten years ago, get over it already. I was a kid, I didn’t ask Newt to take the fall for me.”
I sneered at her, putting my hands on my hips. “No, but you didn’t exactly take responsibility did you? You weren’t a child, Leta. It wasn’t like you didn’t know the repercussions of your actions.”
“So, what, that makes it okay for you to constantly condemn me, smear my name? You act as if what I did was commit high treason.”
I took a few strides towards her, getting directly in her face. “The magnitude of your crimes was never the issue. It was that for a full year, I had to watch an innocent boy have no freedom while I watched you traipse around the school, not a care in the world. I was with him for most of that year, did you even check on him? Did you even care? And now, you show up in Theseus’s life, and for what? What are you really after? Job security? You’re not capable of love, no Lestrange is, so what’s your real motive?”
“You don’t know the first thing about me, or Newt, or Theseus,” she countered.
“On the contrary, I know them very well, and I know they’re far better off without you in their life.”
“That’s not what Theseus thinks. He seems happy enough to make me part of the family. Can you say the same for yourself?” she shot back, her eyes burning on mine. I felt my hand twitch to my wand but I closed my eyes, stopping myself.
“Every action, every word out of your mouth, everything you do, only serves you, it always has and it always will. That’s why I don’t like you.”
“You must be this bitter because you’re alone. That’s it isn’t it? You can’t stand the fact that people care for me, that I’m still at the Ministry, moving on with my career. You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
A smile came onto my lips quickly. “Oh, dear, no. It’s hard to envy rubbish. You’ll never truly mean anything to anyone.”
“Rubbish?!” Leta balked just as Theseus appeared beside the two of us.
“What’s rubbish, darling?” he asked. I wanted to vomit in my mouth, but I refrained.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” I dismissed, shooting a quick look to Leta. “Is Newt coming?”
“Right here,” he said from behind Theseus. The two brothers embraced before Newt nodded to me and we began to walk out of the Ministry.
He explained what the meeting was about on the way out. It was an offer to join as an auror and his traveling restrictions would be lifted, if he helped look for Credence. He denied, to no surprise of mine.
Once we were outside, he suggested I go back to his flat, since the creatures had been alone all morning. I nodded and he thanked me. We set off in different directions.
I was still at his flat when he returned and told me something peculiar while he was out. On his way home, he was met by Dumbledore who asked him to go to Paris, to a safehouse, and to look for Credence.
“Well, are you going?” I asked as we sat in his living room.
“I have no idea. I don’t even know what this means. Why is everyone suddenly asking me to find him?”
“You were trying to help a lost, hurt wizard. There is nothing wrong with that. People probably just think he’ll trust you.”
At that moment, a knock came at the door.
“Who could that be?” Newt wondered as he answered the door and in walked two people I’d never seen. A gorgeous blonde, and a plump, well kempt man.
Newt welcomed the guests in quickly before dashing out into the hallway.
“Tina’s not here, Newt. It’s just us,” the blonde stated before turning to me. “Oh, you’re Rosaline. I’ve read all about you in papers and stuff and in Newt’s book. You’re a real treat!”
I nodded at her. “And you must be… Queenie, Tina’s sister.” Instantly, the presence of a legilimens made me uncomfortable.
“Mhm, and this here is Jacob.”
“Ah, the muggle,” I acknowledged, extending my hand. “Nice to meet you both. Where is Tina?” I wondered. I was curious if she would show up at all, so I could prepare myself for it. Just as I asked, Newt had already dashed out in the hallway, sending a surge of fresh pain through me.
"Oh! She ain't here right now on account of her Auror business. She's a very busy woman."
Jacob concurred in a mumble. “Yeah, busy woman.” He then smiled a wide, goofy grin. Newt had described him as jovial, but this seemed peculiar.
For the next hour, we entertained Jacob and Queenie until we had Queenie remove the spell on Jacob, then they got into a fight and she disappeared to go to her sister in Paris. With that, it was all Newt needed for an excuse to go search for Tina as well as Queenie.
He asked that I come along for help, in case we ran into trouble. I climbed in the suitcase and Newt called that he was going to see if Nora wanted to join us.
We stopped by her place, and of course she joined us as well. We followed Newt as he tried to track down Tina. All four of us were on the street when suddenly Jacob and Newt had disappeared. Following them into what appeared to be sewers, a flash of light and I dove around the corner, startling the man we’d been following.
I stunned the mysterious man who had drawn his wand on me, pressing my foot into his chest, daring him to make a move. While I held him down, Nora released Newt, Jacob, and a woman I'd never seen from a gated off section of the chamber.
“Don’t hurt him,” she requested. “We need him.”
I narrowed my gaze at her. The idea of taking orders from someone I didn’t know did not set well with me.
“You mean you need him,” I snapped. “Who are you anyway?” I wondered.
Newt stepped up half a step and gestured between the woman and myself. “Rosaline, this is Tina.”
My world felt like it had exploded. Up until now, Tina was an unseen entity, something I could combat, something I could ignore, something I hoped to quash while she wasn’t in London… But now she really was a breathing, living, woman in front of my eyes, and I couldn’t ignore her. I couldn’t pretend she didn’t exist. I couldn’t pretend Newt hadn’t chosen her over me.
My jaw set before my eye twitched slightly. I tried to keep the indignant expression off my face. Thankfully, Nora touched my arm, bringing me back down from my rising aggression. It was a foreign feeling, jealousy. All my life, I had never been told no. I had anything my heart desired. When I was a hit witch, it was never personal, only a job. I never felt sympathy or anger for the wizards or witches I was after. The closest thing that came to this rage was I felt when we encountered people abusing the creatures Newt and I found.
But that was different. That was seeing injustice be done to an innocent creature.
What I was feeling in that moment, when Newt said Tina’s name… It was as if I’d been impaled. Rage, hurt, jealousy, want, and fury stormed through me.
I had little time to process these feelings however, because a roar erupted through the room and Nora noted that it might be time to leave.
We captured a zouwu (well, Newt did), and now, we were at the safe house to which Dumbledore had directed Newt, the mysterious man passed out as soon as we set him on the chaise.
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you know what i want. Quarantine Fic: a plague on both their houses
Thank you!!! From the “Send me an ask with the title of one of my WIPs and I’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it” meme thing.
I got some superhuman writing motivation back in June and wrote 10,500 words (3+ chapters) of a Healer!Ginny/Patient!Draco quarantine fic and then lost motivation when work got busy and the story got depressing. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it or post it, but here’s a bit from the beginning of chapter three that I really like!
Also... THAT TITLE, AMIRITE?? A Draco/Ginny epidemic story called a plague on both their houses???? I crack myself up.
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Draco woke gradually but steadily.
It felt the same as his memories of swimming in the lake behind the Greengrass’s summer residence in Cornwall*. Draco had been daring back then for someone with a healthy sense of mortality and no ability to swim. With Astoria watching him, laughing in the face of his fear, her complexion rosy and her energy high, he had been daring enough to do anything to keep her in good spirits. To keep her well.
So he’d jumped off the dock that jutted out toward the middle of the small lake, and he’d plummeted down into the water, sinking like a stone. The further he’d sunk, the darker his surroundings until he hit the bottom of the lake and realized all the air he needed to live was above him.
He’d kicked off the lakebed and surged up toward the sunlight slanting into the water. Resistance slowed him down, and though he kicked with his feet and flailed his arms to help him rise to the surface, it seemed he would run out of breath before he got there.
More light filtered through the water as he drew closer, giving his vision a hazy, dream-like consistency. Then he broke the surface back into reality again, lungs burning from being denied oxygen, heart racing from the fear that he’d drown. The underwater spell of floaty, isolated safety was broken. But at least Astoria was there on the other side, laughing and cheering for him from her chair on the dock.
That’s what waking up felt like.
There was the underwater portion of waking, the part where Draco started from a place of blissful serenity. No thoughts. No pain. Just floating. Then there was the rise upwards to consciousness. The resistance that held him back, the light growing brighter, the haziness dissipating. Finally, the breakthrough. The first gulp of air that burned inside his chest instead of filling him with relief. The brightness of the light that stung his eyes, making him blink and cringe. The illusion of numbness dispelled by the harsh realities of existing inside a physical body. The ache in his head, the soreness in his muscles, the discomfort in his throat as his body fought to both breathe and cough.
The disparity between waking up in his bedroom and his happiest memory of a sublime summer spent with the Greengrass family was that Astoria wasn’t here, and that added a different ache, an emotional one, into the center of what pained his body most.
Instead of Astoria meeting him at the surface, Draco blinked and saw Ginny Weasley curled up in his armchair, which she had moved from the hearth to his bedside.
There was something familiar about waking up like this, like he’d done it before. His memories of the last several—days? weeks?—were sunk at the bottom of the underwater place he’d just left behind, too far from his reach.
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*I know nothing about lakes or English geography. Does Cornwall have any small lakes? Does that make sense? No idea! I made a note to do more research and see if Cornwall would make a good setting for the Greengrass’s summer home.
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Contractual Obligated Ghost Friend
So for a while I've been working on my own modern AU after being into Winter's Twin AU and Doodle's Coffee Shop AU. I finally came up with one called Contractual Obligated Ghost AU (originally I called it Ghostly Contract AU, but I didn't like it) where Snatcher, Vanessa and Moonjumper are separated from their human and ghost forms and action, chaos happens.
This is the first story I plan to release and more smaller stories to accompany it. I hope you like this AU because I plan on writing more for it.
The sun was setting down in the small town of Subcon and a 17-year old boy was walking home after a long day of school and his part time job. Now this young man could go home and relax, watch TV, play a video game or take a nap, but sadly this wasn’t the time for that. Finals were coming in a few weeks and to Lucas Princeston that isn’t the case. To him studying for finals come quick and he needed to study so he can pass and graduate.
When Lucas came home he saw his parents weren’t home yet, good he can get some rest without snapping at them. He went to his room grabbed his books and started to study for his science final exam. Despite this, he was tired he wanted to call it a night early but he needed to study. At least for half an hour.
Half an hour passed, and Lucas was asleep on his desk. As he slept his door opened by itself and closed by itself waking the young teen up. “W-who’s there?” Lucas asked. He looked around the room and saw no one there. Lucas sighed thinking he was just dreaming and decided to back to studying. As he studied a few books fell off the shelf, which caught his attention.
Lucas was scared and looked around the room wondering what was going on and who was messing with him. “Alright! Whoever you are! Enough!” He shouted. The room was silent and things started to calm down. Lucas sighed and went over to pick up his books and put them back on the shelf.
As Lucas was putting books away he didn’t notice a purple noodle like ghost was sneaking right behind him with a wide yellow smile on his face. “WHY HELLO THERE!” Lucas screamed and bumped into his book shelf causing more books to fall. The ghost laughed seeing the look on Lucas’s face. “YOU FOOL! YOU SHOULD OF SEEN YOUR FACE!”
“W-who are you?” Lucas asked.
“ME?” The ghost asked. “I’m THE ALL POWERFUL GHOST, THE SNATCHER!” He announced. “AND STARTING TODAY TILL YOU DIE, WE’RE PARTNERS!”
Lucas blinked taken aback of what the ghost just said. “Wait what?” He asked. A ghost wanted to be partners with, him? “W-why do you need me to be your partner?” He asked again. “And don’t use that loud voice. It hurts my ears.” Lucas wasn’t wrong as his ears did started to hurt.
The Snatcher cleared his throat and spoke. “Sorry young man. Didn’t know my voice disturbed you.” He replied. Though it wasn’t loud the echo affect still spoke in his voice.
“Well it did.” Lucas replied. “By the way I’m-” The Snatcher cut off Lucas.
“I know. I know. Lucas Princeston. Age 17, a senior at Subcon High, wants be a lawyer,” The Snatcher paused to comment, “like me. And his birthday is June-”
Now it was Lucas’s turn to cut the ghost off. “W-wait how do you know all this about me?” He asked.
“Well.” The Snatcher started. “I’ve been in need of an errand boy or girl for a few months now since the last one died on me and well the big man of death himself choose you to be my new partner!” He explained.
Lucas tried to wrap his head around all this. He wondered if he studied too hard and it was just a dream and he’ll wake up on his desk and being greeted by his parents with a nice dinner before going to bed and sleeping in till 10 in the morning or later.
“This is just a dream. Your not real.” Lucas stated pointing at the ghost. “I’m still asleep.”
The Snatcher smirked. “Well if your dreaming. Let me know if you feel THIS!” The Snatcher grabbed one of the books and hit Lucas in the head knocking him out. The Snatcher chuckled hoping that when Lucas wakes up he wasn’t dreaming at all.
When Lucas woke up his head still throbbing in pain from the book to his head. He looked around and saw it was already nighttime. He turned to the clock and saw it was 11:30 PM. “Now do you believe me?” The Snatcher asked. Lucas looked around trying to find the ghost and saw The Snatcher in his bed reading one of Lucas’s books.
Lucas slowly got up holding his head and faced the ghost. “Okay. Maybe not dreaming.” He commented.
“Told ya!” The Snatcher sang.
Lucas sighed knowing this ghost won’t leave him alone till he accepted the partnership, but he needed to know what he was getting into before jumping into something shady and paying the price. “So what is this partnership?” He asked.
The Snatcher closed the book and smiled. “Well I’m glad you asked Lu!” He beamed. “You see I, a ghost is paired with a human and were together till you die.” He started. “And as were partnered we need to steal souls.”
“Whoa. Whoa! Wait. Souls?” Lucas asked.
The Snatcher nodded. “That’s right kid! We’ll be stealing souls together! Souls from bad people by the way. Innocents stay alive.” He reminded the young boy.
Lucas shook his head. “No way! I’m not going to murder, criminals for your satisfaction! Deal off!” He shouted.
“Yeah…” The Snatcher’s voice trailed off. “Deal can’t be off. Since I’m paid with you thanks to the big man of death himself. “So unless you die, or like my 66th partner takes a trip down death early. We’re together like glue!”
Lucas growled. “Well tell Grim Reaper to find yourself a new partner, because I ain’t doing it!” He shouted.
The Snatcher smirked knowing he had to do this the hard way now. “Alright. Alright. I’ll find a new partner.” He sighed. The Snatcher snapped his fingers and showed a long piece of paper to Lucas. “Just sign here and I’ll give it too the boss himself.” He explained. Lucas looked at the paper and read it carefully hopefully not to see any loopholes in the contract.
Lucas quickly signed it and handed it to The Snatcher. The ghost smirked and soon laughed as Lucas’s room had been engulfed in a purple area. “HAHAHAHA...FOOOOOL!” He shouted.
“W-what?” Lucas asked looking around.
“YOU blew it! YOU totally screwed yourself!” The Snatcher shouted. “That wasn’t a contract to get you out of it. I made you sign the agreement that keeps us bound forever!” As he said forever, his voice went into a deep growl.
Lucas glared for being tricked by this ghost. “Y-you. You tricked me!” Lucas shouted. Soon Lucas felt a pain in his chest and soon a blue mist came out of it and went on The Snatcher’s hand. “W-what’s going on?” He asked feeling week.
Soon The Snatcher snapped his fingers and put Lucas’s soul inside a purple oval gem. He then handed the gem over to Lucas who caught it. “Part of your soul and my soul are now kept in this gem. This keeps us bonded no matter what.” The Snatcher explained.
The ghost snapped his fingers and soon everything went back to normal.
Lucas’s eyes widen staring at the gem. Part of his soul is in there mixed with the ghost’s soul from the past. Lucas glared at the gem and ran to his window to throw it away, but it was caught by the ghost. “Don’t think about throwing it kid. I’m able to sense where you threw it.” The Snatcher warned.
Lucas glared and put the gem on his desk realizing it would be a waste of time hiding it or throwing it away. He sat back at his desk and decided to study the remainder of the night. The Snatcher smiled and floated close to his new partner. Lucas narrowed his eyes and turned to his new “partner.”
“This doesn’t make us friends.” Lucas warned.
The Snatcher smirked and just watched Lucas study for his test. A few hours later Lucas fell asleep on his desk his books and everything still open. The Snatcher was chilling on his bed reading a book watching his partner rest. Soon he heard a ruckus going on outside and went too look out the window.
Outside he saw two thugs breaking into a house right across the street. The Snatcher chuckled and looked at the gem on Lucas’s desk. He picked up Lucas’s hand and had him hold the gem. “Now time to have some fun.” The Snatcher chuckled before going inside the gem.
The two robbers finally entered the house and went to grab everything from the house. “Yo check this out dude.” The robber exclaimed. His partner turned to the mastermind of the crime and saw perfectly wrapped gifts for a birthday. The robbers looked at each other and nodded in sync ready to grab the gifts.
“Ahem.” A voice replied. The robbers turned and pointed their guns at a shadowy figure with glowing yellow eyes. “Someone’s a little greedy.” It was the voice of the Snatcher in Lucas’s body. The ghost then released flames from his hand, and soon leaped at the robbers as the latter screamed.
Lucas opened his eyes and saw he was in his bed. He rubbed his head wondering what happened last night. As he did he felt something wet and looked at his hand. Lucas’s eyes widen at what he saw in his hand.
Blood
Lucas ran towards his mirror and saw he had some blood splatter on his face. Quickly, he dashed to the bathroom and wiped it off before anyone noticed him. He wondered what happened and what caused him to have blood on his face. As he thought of what happened he could only think one particular ghost that might of done this.
“What did you do?” Lucas asked marching back into his room.
The Snatcher was reading on top of his desk sitting on his notes for school. “Well Gooood morning!” The Snatcher beamed. “Like what I did with your body?” He asked.
Lucas slammed his hands on the desk. “Enough with the jokes! Tell me what did you do to me?” He asked glaring at the ghost. The Snatcher pointed to the window. Lucas looked out the window and saw police cars surrounding a neighbor’s house. The young teen felt sick to his stomach as he ran outside to see what happened.
When Lucas got outside he saw police covering up the bodies of two victims. The teen gulped ready to throw up hoping he didn’t kill his neighbors. “E-excuse me sir?” Lucas asked a nearby police officer. “W-what happened?”
The officer sighed. “Apparently there was a robbery last night and the robbers were found dead.” He explained.
Lucas blinked. Robbers? Not his neighbors? Lucas looked and saw his neighbors were fine and not injured. Lucas nodded and stepped back away from the crime scene and sat outside watching neighbors and police wondering what was going on.
The Snatcher came by and smirked at the young teen. “Well like the work I’ve done?” He asked.
“You made me kill them?” Lucas asked whispering so no one would hear them.
“Well basically I killed them, but I needed to use your body.” The Snatcher explained.
“W-why?”
The Snatcher chuckled. “Remember the deal and part of your soul?” He asked. Lucas looked down and remembered the deal he made with the Snatcher. “You see,” The Snatcher revealed the gem. “This is a Poltergem. My soul when I was alive as well as part of your soul is in there. When needed I can go in this gem and control your body, kill people who do horrible things and then eat their souls.” He explained.
Lucas looked horrified at the ghost at what he just told him. “So basically are partnership is you using my body as a puppet!” He exclaimed.
“Exactly!” The Snatcher replied with a smile. “Though don’t worry I eat the souls myself. Your body doesn’t digest them.”
Lucas groaned putting his hands to his face. Just yesterday he was a normal teen living a stressful teen life. Now he’s obligated to a ghost who kills bad guys for a living and eats their souls. “What is my life!?”
“Just call it your Obligated Contract Life.” The Snatcher replied.
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The Sign
It’s been a long time since I wrote something, so I present to you my latest story. A tale, inspired by H.P.Lovecraft.
Words: 1,843 - It’s a long read, so brew some coffee or tea, close your window and kick back!
I have always had a keen interest in everything witchy, occult, magical, necromantic, mystical and supernatural. When I was a small boy I used to gather all kinds of stones, leaves, odd trinkets, twisted branches and other curiosities. Then I would take them to a small room, next to the attic of my father’s old house, where I would experiment with them, chant verses I had read in old poetry books, color them with different pigments, submerge them in water etc. Now that I look back on those years, I realize that I wasn’t looking for something, or expecting results, but that I just loved doing it. I was drawn to the process, to the interaction with the object. It pulled me, gripped me, at points I even felt enthralled by it.
Naturally, when I saw the advert in the newspaper, I immediately boarded the first train for Akshalam. Lately, my life has consisted of endless travel from place to place, all across this wasteland of a country. I’ve found many things of suspicious origin, trinkets with questionable properties, and tomes upon tomes with knowledge, long forgotten and obsolete. You see, money would seem like a problem, but not here. Practically the whole country now deals in such goods, they’ve become the new commodity, the new big thing. Gradually everyone became if not interested in the mystical oddities, then at least interested in becoming rich off them.
The train ride was silent. There was a nip in the air of the wagon, which left me uneasy. All around me were people just like me, treasure hunters, seekers of relics and knowledge freaks. At times, looking through the window, I felt as if this isn’t the world I used to live in. I went back in time, in my mind, and saw such things that do not exist anymore. I looked around the train and carefully scanned my fellow passengers. They were almost husks, dried out humans with no sense of place or time. I was wondering why the incidents at the docks were increasing, and why the police weren’t doing anything. It seems that slowly, over the years, this land has fallen from grace, drowned in some sort of dreadful slumber, which paralyzes the mind, but leaves the body untouched. I felt like I was on an island, surrounded by vast masses of ocean, with its deep and silent waters, ready to engulf me at any point. I kept staring out the window, I thought maybe, out there, lies something else.
When I arrived at Akshalam I sat down at a coffee shop to eat and get some coffee. The ride was almost nine hours, and I desperately needed to press on, I couldn’t allow myself to rest in one of those two-story hotels, with no windows and barely any staff members, apart from the person at the reception. I’ve stayed at such places once or twice, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never fall asleep. There was always some strange, ominous noise coming from within the walls. Screeching, scratching, twitching noises that wouldn’t leave my brain alone. When I had inquired about them, the only answer I received is that it’s natural now. It seems that most buildings in town have developed such an issue, and the residents say the only way to deal with it is to sing a verse from a book titled “A poet’s endless dream”, which calms the noises down, subdues them.
After my little break, I went straight to the carriage station. I carried the newspaper with me, the advert was written informally, it appears the person behind it wanted the editors to not change anything. It said:
“In the city of Akshalam, June Street, you will find me in my shop. I have for you a secret beyond your imagination. A scripture, found in a recent expedition in the Kaloma Steppes, which bears a mark of curious origin. Find me, and inquire about it. We shall speak in private.
Signed, Jazem Al-Hafar”
I showed it to the man, handling the wagons and he mumbled something inaudible. When I asked whether I could be shown the way, or carried there, he mumbled something again, and motioned me to climb on.
The streets of Akshalam are narrow, with living quarters cramped close together. There are no sidewalks, only ditches and trenches, used for sewage and waste. Everyone uses the streets, be it on foot, on a bicycle, on horseback or in a carriage. Transportation and moving around is difficult, but at least you have ample time to see and observe your surroundings. As we were slowly making our way through puddles, mud and masses of faceless people, I felt many piercing gazes, fixated upon me. I turned around and saw children, many children with dark skin and sky-blue eyes staring at me as we passed through. Their eyes were cold, dead. I felt them sapping my life force, draining me of my energy, turning me into a husk. I quickly looked away and tapped my driver on the shoulder, so he would hurry up. He mumbled and kicked the horses, which ended up scaring a bunch of passersby, who then angrily shouted at us in a strange dialect.
The long train ride, followed by this restless carriage ride had left me exhausted. I was now outside the shop. A small, crumbling building with clay ornaments at the front. It had a sign - “Jazem’s Sacred Grounds”. The door was wide open, the only thing between me and the inside of these sacred grounds was the fringe door curtain, a black and gold masterpiece of the oriental craft. No plastic, only the finest silk, adorned with precious jewelry and wooden figurines. I took a deep breath and headed inside.
I stepped carefully inside, the scent of something burning, perhaps incense, immediately hit my nose. The inside was small, with barely any place to take a step. It was full of shelves, boxes, crates, barrels and drawers. Some of the were widely open, their contents protruding a bit. It was dark, the only sunshine coming from a small window on the left wall. It was so filthy, that there was barely any light, and the beams that did manage to go through, illuminated a bunch of bundles of herbs on the counter. I didn’t know what to do next, I felt overwhelmed. From every corner and every little nook and cranny, something caught my eye. Flasks and vials with colorful substances inside, rocks and ores with a faint glow, numerous mounted heads, upon whose horns hung tribal necklaces; a small bird cage, now empty, different plants with twisted-looking fruits, countless sheets of paper, scattered about, full of incoherent writing, a cat with one eye, slowly walking across the end of the room, paintings of people, possibly long one, paint brushes, canisters, trinkets, bottles, pouches, glass ornaments and silver cutlery, a long hooded cowl, hanging on a nail on the right wall, and many, many candles, now extinguished. I felt my blood pumping, my heart began racing. The child, which was locked away within me was getting excited, it felt drawn once again. That’s what I feared most, that I would be consumed if I took one more step inside this place, that my own self would capture and lead me to my end. I came so far for this, I couldn’t stop then. I had to do it, to trust. I saw a copper bell, covered in dust on the counter. I slowly made my way there, trying not to push over or break something, and pressed it.
From behind the counter suddenly jumped a midget with a long beard and no hair. He smiled at me, caressed my hand gently and introduced himself. Jazem Al-Hafar. His teeth were all golden, his lower lip was burnt, and his eyes were dark green. I’ve dealt with such situations before, my visits have taken me far and wide, but this man was something different. His whole aura was different. I felt scared and alone, but I couldn’t resist. I felt enthralled once again. So I did as he told me, I followed him into the basement of the shop. We grabbed torches and went down a narrow corridor, which seemed endless. Soon, we arrived. There was nothing there but a table with two chairs, and a scripture. A few candlesticks gave the place an ambience of dread and decay. The scripture, I thought, it’s right there. He motioned me to sit, and he sat directly across.
The scripture was now in his hands, the seal had come off, he unwrapped the paper and gave it to me in a ritualistic way. I took it with my shivering hands, looked at Jazem and then looked at the writing itself. I couldn’t understand a word, the letters were written in a language I’d never seen, and not only that, they were also moving across the page, shaking, twisting. They formed a circle and started spinning faster and faster. I felt the scripture wearing me down, it was too heavy for my hands, but I couldn’t let go, no matter how hard I tried. The circle kept increasing in speed, and within its boundaries something began emerging, another piece of writing, I thought. A sign. A sign resembling nothing at all, yet melting my mind the more I stared at it. I kept losing energy, the intensity of the moving letters kept increasing, and slowly the sign became a window into another world, or dimension. I saw many people through that window, the train passengers, the hotel owners, the coffee shop keeper, those children on the street, and they all had the same sign on their foreheads, glowing in bright yellow. I wanted desperately to break the scroll’s hold, but I couldn’t. The window suddenly became a mirror, and I could see myself in there. Eyes wide open, full of blood, swollen nerve endings, and an iris as black as night. Then, when I looked at my forehead, I saw the very same sign, in its bright yellow tone. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t. I couldn’t move anything, my mind was trapped inside a still body.
And then, I woke up, head on the table. I leapt up and saw Jazem Al-Hafar right there, in front of me, holding the scripture, which was now sealed, in his hands. His golden teeth and burnt lip forming a sadistic smile, as he was stroking his beard. He took a candle and approached my face with it.
“What do they call you, traveler?” he murmured.
I tried answering, but nothing came out. Nothing coherent, that is, only a mumble. A mumble, devoid of meaning and sense. His smile widened, he stood up and started climbing the stairs back to the shop. The wind was howling outside, and as it was making its way through the cavernous tunnel, it blew away all the candles.
“Soon enough, traveler, all will kneel before the King in Yellow.”
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Introduction
I am not The Flash, and definitely not Supergirl or Wonder Woman (although it would nice to be). I have no super healing, super strength, super speed, super brain, etc. Super height, I guess I do kind of have for a woman my age, but for coming from a mostly German and Norwegian family, I am often one of the shorter people at family gatherings. This doesn't really get me much other than a few extra bruises and bumps from having to keep track of so much body. It also means I'm not super rich because I have to buy special clothes to fit my 6'1" frame. So generally, I am not super.
I am, however, a fairly typical millennial. I am anxious and depressed, will probably never own a home, and I am exhausted about 90% of the time from having to constantly manage the emotions of the older generation because they're too stubborn to just get a therapist like the rest of us. I grew up in a small house in Wisconsin with a middle class family. We worked, we played, and for the most part we still love each other. I honestly didn't even realize how basic my life really was until I moved to Florida for grad school and really started connecting with people. "Oh you also grew up in a middle class family with one sibling and you miss them but not enough to move closer than 2 hours away? Me too!" We like to think we are special and unique, but there comes a time in life when we all realize that we are all more or less the same person doing the same things as everyone else. Hell, even me just starting this blog about running and how much COVID-19 sucks is basic. It has been done before and it made whoever did it feel special and unique, and now it's my turn to pretend like I have something new and special to contribute to the running blog world (spoiler alert: I don't but I'm going to do it anyway).
Part of the fun of having been born in the early 1990's has been watching the world slowly go to shit over the span of my life. Had I been born any earlier or later, growing up in this rapidly evolving world may have been a bit easier. I know what floppy disks and hit clips are, but I also tend to stay fairly up to date on social media (just not TikTok because I have a tiny bit of a life). Watching the gradual decline of humanity over the past few years has lead me to wonder if maybe the world was always this shitty and the decline is a perceived effect as a result of my aging, or maybe the world really is falling apart. It is hard for me to truly judge the world since every single one of my data points is biased in a completely different way. Really this is more of something to ponder once I get a bit older. We still have to get through 2020.
This brings me to why I really am writing this (no, not just to feel special). In June 2020, I fell victim to the novel coronavirus, COVID-19. It was honestly one of the worst months of my life. I have run a half marathon with an upper respiratory infection and this was somehow worse. It started as just extreme nausea with a fever and aches so bad my skin hurt. Then one day that mysteriously went away. The next day I woke up unable to breathe. For some reason lying on my face made breathing slightly easier so I spent a week just lying there focusing on breathing. Since I am a massive nerd, I also took notes on all my symptoms and read papers on everything we know so far about COVID-19. Turns out life is pretty boring when you can't breathe. I did eventually recover although it took about a month before I could walk upstairs without needing to sit down for a bit at the top.
Since my appetite came back all at once, I ended up gaining back a bunch of weight since I was FAMISHED after weeks of barely eating anything. This was very much an issue as I have struggled with eating disorders and body dysmorphia (more on this later) since before middle school. I am still struggling with my feelings towards my body today after having survived a disease that has killed over half a million people in less than a year.
This blog is the story of my path towards increased self appreciation and love through exercise, mental and physical health tricks I've picked up through the years, and comic books. I hope my journey to a healthy mind and body helps to inspire you and your community to care a bit more for each other and most importantly yourselves.
#mental disorder#mental health#running#runblr#fitspo#fitness#eating disoder recovery#eating diary#running diary#dc comics#self love#self appreciation#covidquarantine
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Birthday Boy | Peter Parker
Summary:August 10th.One of the most important days of the year
a/n:I had this idea and couldn’t wait to till August to publish :)
Your alarm only beeped once before you were up and out of bed with a wide smile on your face.It was 5:30 in the morning,you began your journey around your room to quickly get dressed and leave for today.It was Peters birthday today,and you’ve been planning this day for two months now.
Not only was he turning eighteen and it was pretty big experience but he deserved it.That boy deserved the whole world and space and if you could give it to him,you absolutely would.Once you were finished getting dressed,you grabbed the shoe box filled with letter and Polaroid pictures of the two of you.You then went into the hall closet and grabbed eighteen red and blue balloons.You swung your backpack over your shoulder,since today was a school day,and balanced your car keys,the shoe box,the balloons,and his gift in your two hands.
You practically stumbled into your car and let out a sigh as you didn’t drop anything.The car drive was only about ten minutes.And you basically ran into his apartment building.You sent May a text telling her you were here,and with a couple seconds she was opening the door“Thank you for helping me”You whispered as she grabbed onto the shoe box and balloons “It’s my pleasure,Y/N.Thank you for doing something like this for him”She smiled gratefully at you
“Ok so there’s a lot of pictures,so I’ll do that part.Here’s the letters”You handed May the six letters and the tape and she began taping them to the balloons.You started to sort through the pictures you had to try and find the perfect ones.Your smile grew wider with each picture you saw
When you finally taped the last one,a picture Ned took of you sitting on Peters lap and kissing his cheek on the Fourth of July,May smiled at you. “You sure you don’t need help”She handed you the happy birthday banner and he shook your head“I’ll be fine.So he doesn’t wake up”She nodded and you slowly opened the door.Your heart skipped a bear when you saw him sleeping so peacefully.You wanted to climb into bed with him and cuddle him and forget the whole plan.
But you didn’t instead you began arranging the balloons all over his room in no particular order.You grabbed the banners and carefully climbed onto his desk to hang it.It creaked and you froze in place,tape stuck to your finger and the sign falling down slowly.Peter mumbled something incoherent and waited for a second.Before continuing with hanging up the sign.You carefully climbed down and grabbed the birthday card and placed it on the bed side table.You picked up the gift and placed it on the desk.And with one final look at the sleeping boy you loved,you quietly exited the room
“May,I’m leaving now.Im going to the bakery he likes and getting him something for school”May nodded and hugged you tightly “He’ll love it”You both smiled before bidding you a goodbye
You parked into the student parking.You figured Peter would be waking up any second now,so you sent him a text
“Good morning,birthday boy!I can’t wait to see your pretty face.I love you x”
You quickly walked into school,coffee tray holding two coffees and the chocolate muffin he adores,and a happy birthday balloon.You stopped at his locker and twisted the lock and entered the four digit code.It opened with ease and you placed the balloon neatly in the locker and carefully shut it.Now you wait
When Peter woke up,he wasn’t expecting balloons to be scattered across the room.He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.When his feet hit the floor,he saw a card waiting for him.
Hi,Petey.Youre obviously awake if you’re reading this.Happy birthday my love.I could go on and on about how much I love you...so I did.My love couldn’t fit on this card so go ahead and read the letters ;) xx
His heart felt so heavy.But in the best way possible.You did this all for him?He seen the red and blue balloons and laughed.He picked up the red one closest to him and seen a picture from your sophomore year.He remembers when it was taken.You,Ned,and him had went to the Valentines Day dance.You weren’t dating then but the next day it was official.You were both looking at each other and laughing,his hands were on your waist and yours was around his neck.He had said something ridiculous and you burst out laughing,causing him to laugh.
He smiled because he loved that day,he kissed you when he dropped you off at home.Then realized he should probably ask you to be his girlfriend.Peter looked around the room and seen so many more Polaroid pictures taped to balloons,and letters.He opened the one that was by the foot of the bed
Dear Petey,
It’s June 15 and you just left for a mission in California.Youve always wanted to go to California,see the beaches,experience the heat,see famous people.I hope you’re having fun.But I won’t know that until you come back next week,which seems like a life time away.Because I hate being without you.I love you but sometimes it’s the way I love you that makes me hate you.Sounds weird,doesn’t it?But I love you with all my heart Peter Benjamin Parker.And as I’m writing this I realize,I want to spend the rest of my life with you.No one else but you.Now that might seem super cliche and even freak you out a bit,but it’s true.Its 1000% true.Because I love the shit out if you.And I can’t imagine my life without you.
I love your cute little nerdy science shirts
I love the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh really hard
I love the way you’re not selfish.At all.
I love when you refuse to do you’re hair because then it’s a mess and I love it that way
I love that you’re the biggest nerd in the world
I love your crooked nose
I love your eyes
I love that you’re a genius
I love how you live by some moral duty
I love how you insist that we watch Star Wars every weekend
I love that you’re Spider-Man,even if it does scare me when you leave to fight
I love you,Peter Parker.I love all of you.Every single damn thing.And I thank heaven above that you were made.Because I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here
-Happy Birthday,Pete x
By the end,Peter didn’t realize a tear had fell down his cheek.Until it hit the note.He sniffles and wiped it away.He smiled and stood to out the letter in his desk,he then realized there was a gift on his desk.He carefully opened up the large gift bag and tore out the tissue paper.At the top was a large box,he reached in and pulled ut out.He laughed when he saw the Spider-Man wrapping paper.Just as he was about to rip open the paper his phone chimed,alerting him of a text.He reached onto his night stand and smiled when he saw it was from you.He quickly double tapped the message,liking it,before quickly rushing around his room to get ready once he seen the time.
He didn’t want to be late.He didn’t want to keep you waiting.He finished getting ready in fifteen minutes.Before sitting down and tearing open the wrapping paper.Inside was one of the newest Star Wars LEGO set.He knew the set wasn’t cheap,which led him to the sticky note in it
“Ned and I went halfsies.Dont worry your pretty little head about it ;)”
He smiled before going back into the bag and pulling out a picture frame.It was of an old picture,something you probably got from May.Something he hasn’t seen before.It was of him from the day he was born.His mom held him in his arms as his dad,Uncle,and Aunt all smiled down at him.He wondered why he had never seen this before,but figured that didn’t matter.He had it now and that’s all that mattered.He carefully placed it down on his dresser and wiped his ready eyes before walking out,backpack in his hands
“Morning birthday boy”May kissed his head as she put her coffee down “Thank you,May”He smiled down at her.She stood and held his shoulders
“I can’t believe your eighteen already.You’ve grown up before my eyes a-and”There were tears in her eyes and Peter sighed.She didn’t want May to cry,he felt she did too much of that. “May,no tears please.I love you but if you start crying I’ll start crying”She nodded and grabbed her keys off the table
“I’ll take you.I have a surprise for you actually.They’re in my car.Lets go”Peter nodded. as soon as they sat in the car,she handed him a box.She started driving and told him to open it.Inside there was a watch and a set of cuff links.He recognized the cuff links as Uncle Bens but not the watch“It was your fathers.I promised to give that to you when you were old enough.And now you are.They’d all be so proud of the man you become,Pete”
He looked down at the watch and slid it on his wrist.It felt right “Thanks May”She parked on the side and touched his arm“No,problem.Now go see your girl”He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before quickly getting out and practically ran inside.Once he saw you his whole face lit up.
“Hey,babe.Happy—”You were cut off by his lips and it was short and sweet.You pulled away and giggled, “Wow,I’m guessing you liked my surprise”His smiled brightened as you handed him coffee and the muffin “I loved it.It was perfect.God,You’re perfect”He leaned in and kissed you again “I love you.So much”You smiled up at him
“I love you too,Pete”You looked down at his wrist that held cupped your cheek “This from May?”You questioned as you placed your hand over the watch“Yeah,it’s my dads”You smiled up at him “He’d be so proud of you,Peter.I know he would”He kissed you again before wrapping an arm around your shoulder “Thank you”
“You can still come right?Mr.Stark really wants to see you again,he said it’s been awhile since he seen you.But I think he just wants to embarrass me”You laughed and nodded “Of course.I wouldn’t miss your birthday dinner for the world”
#peter parker x y/n#peter parker blurb#peter parker x reader#peter parker#peter parker imagine#birthday#spiderman: hoco#spiderman#spider man: homecoming
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